There was no response, but at some point the air in the forest began to flow oppressively, and an unsettling wind swept through the branches and leaves, as if a prying eye was shining from all directions. All the black knights shuddered involuntarily, threw down their shovels, raised their swords and shields, and formed a circle back to back. Yogett grabbed a handful of dirt and put it on his broken wrist, then tore off his cuffs and tightened his forearm to stop the bleeding. His face was pale because of weakness and restlessness. Yogett knew that despite his use of Kavala's Mithril coffin as a cover, Mithril, known for his strength and tenacity, was no different from Tulle in front of the archery master of the Noldor Patriarch. However, even a demigod can't send out a powerful shot of that momentum in a short period of time, but who can say whether demigods and mortals share the same concept of time?

"Ugh!" Several of the black knights suddenly clutched their throats, their expressions of disbelief, blood gurgling from between their tightly held fingers, and then all five fingers began to break together. In the heavenly fountain of blood, their heads and severed fingers fell to the ground, and the broken wounds were as smooth as mirrors. The headless body covered in heavy armor fell suddenly, and a huge gap appeared in the circle in an instant. Before the remaining Black Knights realized what was happening, their feet were soaked in the blood of their comrades.

"Spread out! Take cover! Yogett poked his head out from behind the coffin and yelled, "Don't stand together, he has to be until you to attack!" Before he could finish speaking, the air in his vision suddenly began to twist dangerously and strangely, and he quickly retracted his neck, but even so, a huge wound was cut on his forehead by an invisible sharp wind, and the blood that flowed down immediately blurred his vision. Yogett hastily wiped it, leaned his back against the cold coffin, and continued to speak defiantly: "Honorable Demigod, I hope you have enough Dragon's Tear Gems with you to help you continue to perform these terrifying rituals with great lethality. ”

"As a rat struggling in the gutter, I have seen and heard quite a lot." The cold and majestic sound echoed faintly in the space of the forest, and the aftermath of each byte was as heavy as a roaring bell and drum. It is impossible to determine the specific source of the sound, or whether the sound is coming from every corner of the forest, from the leafy foliage of the trees to the dense grass between the soils, all the plants vibrate densely. The Supreme Leader of the Noldor has not yet appeared, but his will has been conveyed by the forest.

Yogett grabbed the vibrating blade of grass in front of him, and was about to say something, but was shocked to find that the rhizome of the flower and grass under him had somehow wrapped around his wrist, growing along his arm like a vine, and his torso was immobile. At the same time, the air around Yogget fluctuated strangely again, and the wind condensed into a clear entity in front of him, and within the blade-like form, there was a faint roar of the wind.

A fallen leaf fell leisurely in front of Yoget, its trajectory just past the blade formed by the wind, and then split in two, but it remained intact, only to fall on the sleeve of Yogget's robe before being split in half by the uneven folds. Yogget's pupils constricted in fear, the "Wind Blade", a miracle from ancient times, when the gods walked in the human world, and nature was twisted into simple but terrifying weapons under their will. By compressing the rapidly flowing wind into a flat space, it can form an unparalleled blade, extending the user's will to "cut" endlessly. Then Jogett calmed down, stopped struggling, closed his eyes and silently recited the heretical prayer.

However, the expected death did not arrive, only a slight "pop" like a bubble bursting.

"Click", there was a strange noise above the coffin, and Yogot opened his eyes and looked up in surprise, to find that the Wind Blade had disappeared, and the rhizomes and vines that were wrapped around his limbs had also died. The bone claw, which had been broken by Izurandil's arrow, was supporting itself with its index and middle fingers, and was "climbing" strangely on the coffin. The emblem ring was loosely attached to the index finger of the bone claw, and the bone joints implicated by the inexplicable force rubbed and collided with each other during the movement, making a continuous "click". The bone claw crawled back onto the lid of the coffin, connecting with the arm bone, which was still extended. After regaining its integrity, the claws retract below the lid of the coffin. But less than a second later, the lid of the coffin flew up and smashed straight into some dark corner of the forest.

A yellow, shriveled skeleton sat up from the lid of the coffin, dark yellow flames dancing and burning in its hollow eye sockets. It slowly stood up from Mithril's coffin, straightened the faded crown that was bound to its skull, and began to move its fleshless joints one by one, making a sound that made every living creature present feel their scalps tingle unconsciously. The skeleton flicked its wrist one last time, lowered its head, and touched the emblem with its jaws together, as if kissing.

"Welcome...... Back to Pande! "Twenty-five years have passed, and I don't want to continue the ritual that I was brutally interrupted by the Noisy, even if it is against many of my fellow members of the sect. The Goddess has favored me and answered me! Teacher, as you can see, I was right! I carry your eyes with me just to let you witness this moment! He choked up, his body shaking with the trills of crying under his black robe.

The skeleton didn't pay attention to Yogett, but turned its head, the burning flames in its eye sockets were aimed at a certain part of the forest, which was the direction in which the coffin lid was pushed out by it, and its mouth began to "click", it had no vocal cords, and it didn't have a tongue, but it still made a low voice: "Isurandil, after all these years, do you still only pretend to be a ghost in front of children?" ”

The leaves began to vibrate again, but the skeleton only flicked its hand, and the breath of death began to spread with a strong smell of sulfur, and all the plants within a radius of twenty meters died. "Interview, or fuck off."

"Kavala...... No, you should be called the 'Devourer of Spooky Eyes'. After a long silence, a handsome man stepped into the land of life, and the purest and clearest blue condensed in his eyes. The man was draped in Misrond-style armor, with an unsheathed scimitar pinned to his waist, and four azure dragon's tear gems were flat in the palm of his left hand, but three of them were so cracked that they looked like they could shatter at any moment. "It seems that Bloch was still late in the first place, and he failed to stop the rat from performing that evil ritual on your corpse, only postponed the date to this day."

"He was already moving fast, but there was a great genius among the infidels. He's right, you should have killed him with one arrow, not broken my wrist. The skeleton leaned down and patted Yogett approvingly on the back, who whimpered again, "The blood spells of the Ancient Ages are recited quickly and precisely. By the time Bloch had arrived, the ritual was almost complete. He didn't know, so when I lifted the lid of the coffin and jumped out to give him a knife, the look on his face really enjoyed me. The skeleton then let out another sigh, "But he's really strong, he's always the strongest of the three of us, and even if I succeed in sneaking up, I'll still be subdued by him and sleep again in the coffin." Why, are you the only ones who greet me when I wake up? What about Bloch? ”

Isulandil was silent, and the only remaining intact dragon tear in his left hand began to burst into a brilliant light, and a huge wind blade roared and pounced on the skeleton. The skeleton didn't dodge obviously, but turned and picked up a jet-black sword from the coffin and slashed it, causing the Wind Blade to shatter into countless tiny streams of air. "Don't continue to spoil the Tears of Hollis, either pull out your elven scimitar and let me see if your martial arts have improved over the years, or go back to Eraclair."

A quiet look of anger appeared on Izulandil's face, but he didn't make any further moves, just silently stepped back and met the skeleton coldly, "It's never been my mission to stop you. ”

"Of course, of course, every attempt you try seems to end up failing." The skeleton nodded nonchalantly, "Goodbye, then, under the city of Ellacle—of course, as before, it will be your turn after I set foot in the mortal world." ”