Chapter 30: Crushing and Despair

"Now, I can trust you a little, human."

Laudkenna's deep voice echoed through the dark corridors, surging like a tide, and the black iron face was the ugliest and most hated demon in the abyss in Wairutaan's eyes, and he longed to go up and tear this undead mongrel alive.

But the sight of Nila, who was stuck in her throat by the black iron armor and struggling in pain, had to force Wairutan to keep her calm.

"What do you want?"

Wairutan asked, in a hoarse voice, he now had to tell himself over and over again to be calm, impulsiveness would not only not solve the situation, but would make it worse. Otherwise, he felt that his brain might be hot at any time, and he would rush up and fight this bone frame.

"Give me the vessel of the dead."

The Bone Knight's tone was soothing, and Laudkenna was never short of patience for the prey he already controlled.

However, Zrola on the side frowned, judging from the observation during this time, although they often tear each other down on weekdays, the relationship between Wairutan and Nila is so deep that there is absolutely no way to make one of them leave the other and escape alone.

The reason why he chose to stand on the same front with Wairutan when he fought against Miles before was that he felt that in the face of the undead that he was not familiar with, this young man who had always been hidden seemed to be at ease, so it was naturally more appropriate to be close to Wairutaan. However, when the situation evolves into the current situation, his judgment is not so appropriate, and it does not seem to be a wise decision to continue to follow the little brother of Wairutaan, who is bent on saving his sister, and the great butler of Macifa, who betrays his ally.

The seasoned mercenary narrowed his eyes, it was natural for people to covet the pleasures of dancers and wine, but compared to life, the latter was more attractive.

Maybe...... Isn't it a bad thing to become an undead? A race should have its own characteristics, and it may not sound good to lose some trivial desires in exchange for a long life, Zrola is still quiet on the surface, and has already begun to calculate in her heart whether it is time to "abandon the light and turn to the dark" at some opportune time.

"How do I know if you'll regret it when the time comes."

Wairuta breathed a sigh of relief in his peace of mind, but he still had a cold face and squeezed out this sentence, what he was most afraid of was that Laudkenna would not negotiate with them, as long as there were conditions, then they could continue to delay time, and if they could delay time, they could find a chance to rescue Nila, as for the ghost of the dead, you will stay here forever and find it yourself.

"Now you have no choice, human."

Of course, Lauderkenna had no intention of bargaining with these livestock who had no other choice, yes, livestock, and that's what Lauderkenna thought of Wairutaan and the others.

For some reasons such as racial reproduction, research spells, etc., basically the dark lords will keep some living people in captivity for their own use, or trade with other undead, in their eyes, although after the ancient war, human beings have multiplied and occupied nearly half of the land of the entire continent, and the new gods have also lowered their favor to them, but for the undead, elves, these longevity species, the era of the ancient gods has not gone away, and the blood from the gods is still shining with glory, and the self-respecting and proud elves, the Ardennes are okay, Although he is high, he still has good intentions.

But the undead are different from those underground races, in their eyes, these weak creatures are actually the same as those domestic animals they keep in captivity, except for a face similar to that of the gods.

However, unlike the criteria for judging the breeding of domestic animals by humans, the value of wild humans, or humans and animals, is much lower than that of farmed animals for the undead, and the difference between the two is very different in terms of both the degree of domestication and the quality of life.

Don't think that it is a domestic animal, the humans living in the realm of the undead are really unclothed, hungry, waiting all day long to be brought to the table of the blood clan, on the contrary, they live better than their kind in the realm of the living, or even more affluent.

Although these people retained a certain degree of freedom, the de facto rulers were the undead, who enjoyed power and power over the secular kingship. Naturally, this deformed political system is difficult to sustain a large empire, but fortunately, the undead do not need such a large empire.

Even if the deceased didn't leave these animals with a legacy to the transcendent path, it would be a hassle for so many humans to get together and deal with it. Therefore, although they nominally retain the royal system, in fact, they are each enclosing their own land as kings, and they fall scattered on the vast land of the undead realm.

When Wairutan heard this, his anger rose and his face flushed, as Lauderkenna had expected, but the young ranger seemed to understand that his sister's life was now in the hands of this terrible undead, believing that he was the only way out, and although the fire in his eyes grew more and more intense, he finally did not say anything.

"Very good, you chose to cooperate, and as a reward, I can give her to you."

To everyone's surprise, the indifferent Bone Knight actually handed over the hostages himself, and after a moment of ecstasy, Wairutaan's heart became uneasy again, he was worried that this ugly and terrifying undead would be the same as those villains in the little talk book, saying what to give back to you, and then tearing off his arms and legs or something and handing it over like handing ham.

Laudkenna seemed to see the uneasiness in his heart, and then explained

"I will leave my mark on her soul, and if she leaves me, her soul will suffer like a burning fire, and the pain of the soul is far from being compared to the pain of the flesh, and I am sure you will not want to see that scene, human."

Hearing Laudkenna say this, Waiturta's doubts were dispelled a little, and only the young knight, who could not be seen, furrowed his eyebrows.

"What about the solution?"

The Ranger, who didn't expect the Bone Knight to answer, waited for another reply, it was the Lich Apprentice who had just been reprimanded by Laudkenna, and that low voice sounded very different to Wairutaan, and he missed it immensely.

"There are only three ways to remove the soul seal."

Miles said slowly

"The first nature is to solve the caster who is the source of the soul imprint, if the caster's soul dissipates, the imprint composed of his soul fluctuations will naturally disappear."

This condition sounded reasonable, but the only minor regret was the difficulty of completion, if Laudkenna could be dealt with so easily, Nila would not have been caught, let alone had been put under any soul mark. Of course, Miles also knew this, he just mentioned it, and without waiting for any reaction from Wairutan and the others, he continued

"The second method is a little more troublesome, which is to find another wizard with strong spiritual power and proficient in soul spells, and let him wear away the soul mark little by little."

The second method sounds like it has a certain degree of feasibility, although it is difficult to find a powerful wizard who is good at soul spells, it is not impossible to find it in the south, and if you pay a certain price, it is more reliable than the first method in a sense, but with the situation that Huairutan and they are now unable to protect themselves, it is really nonsense to talk about finding a powerful wizard.

The black-robed lich looked at his boss who was holding Nila, and Lauderkenna didn't respond to the subordinate who was not very well received by him, but this attitude of non-objectivity seemed to mean something in itself, Miles turned his head and continued

"The last way, huh."

Miles even chuckled at this

"It's the simplest of all, you just have the caster remove the sigil themselves."

With that, the Lich Apprentice shut his mouth and said no more, as if he had completed his task of explaining.

Miles' fluttering call made the ranger choke out of words, and all the nostalgia that had just swelled up in his heart turned into resentment, and it was naïve and foolish to hope for these undead scattered, and what he thought was a good gesture was just that he stepped on himself to show favor to the knight.

The lich who took the opportunity to answer his own questions and shouted at his boss said so much, and also took the trouble to give three ways to clarify one by one, and the meaning of the words was already very obvious, although he went around and around, but the summary was nothing more than six words.

Be obedient, depending on my mood.

Seeing the unruly mercenary nova along the way, under the strong attitude of the undead, he could only clamp his tail and behave obediently, Zrola became more and more determined in his inner plan.

However, it was not yet time, and the shrewd mercenary restrained his thoughts and stood silently. Although the situation is critical, it has not yet reached the point of exhaustion, and he has not lost his mind, so he just jumped out with a big grin, patted his chest and shouted Let me show you the way, be a dog's leg, and become a member of the great undead - that is really self-defeating.

Naturally, Toucheng also has to reflect his own value, and Zrolla calms down, ready to wait for his own opportunity.

And Lauderkenna, who acquiesced to Miles's explanation, finally began his movements, and the big hand that was stuck on Nila's white neck relaxed slightly, allowing the imprisoned and difficult to breathe girl to enjoy the slightly dull air in the dungeon again, and her expression distorted by painful struggle finally eased.

But in the next moment, her face was once again covered in pain, even more than before—her mouth opened wide with the black mist that spread from the black armor of the Bone Knight, but her throat didn't make a sound, but the twisted countenance was more than any scream to prove the damage that Nila's torture had done to her.

"You ——!!"

Wairutan drew his knives with a thud, but someone immediately stopped his next move, and the lich standing up with his tattered body slammed his staff in front of Wairutaan, the soul fire burning in his eyes still calm.

"This is a necessary step, human."

After understanding the identity of his abandoned son, Miles combined the current situation, without a trace of hesitation, and immediately chose what he thought was the most correct option, and completely fell to Lauderkenna.

Not to mention that the undead themselves believe in the creed that strength is justice, in the eyes of this group of extremely realistic deceased, loyalty, glory is also a word of praise, but it is based on victory, without the foundation of success, only stupidity remains.

Judging from Miles's own status as a low-level apprentice and the treatment casually thrown by his mentor, even if he returned to the Undead Realm with his whole body and successfully completed the "hidden mission" that did not give him the action of hindering Laudkenna, he would not receive any reward or protection—and he might even be pushed out by the people who assigned this task to vent his anger to Laudkenna and the dark lords behind him.

For Miles' mentors, letting him come with Laudkenna was just an insignificant move, used to disgust and disgust this unpopular dark lord, he was not expected to do anything, and what he did was also a good thing for the lichs, and it was natural to see his political enemies eating deflated on such a pawn, as for the pawn itself—what is it called? Ah, anyway, every year, the Lich Apprentices are as many eggs as the Spinback Fish in the Black Sea.

Lauderkena is also a silver-rank skeleton knight who has been famous for many years, and for His Majesty, it is natural to see which side a new lich apprentice who can only fight among himself and a loyal and powerful old minister.

Even devout believers in the gods couldn't help but be shaken by the sudden face of this situation, let alone a cold-natured lich like Miles.

And if he takes refuge in Lauderkenna, first of all, Miles will receive direct protection from a silver powerhouse in this operation, and secondly, after returning to Anderdade, he himself will be protected by conservatives as a model of refuge to publicize, not only to block the anger from the Lich family for Miles, but even some dark lords will give him a certain degree of preferential treatment to disgust his old opponents.

Of course, this kind of preferential treatment will only be within a certain limit, for a while, but in any case, it is the best choice for him at the moment, and Miles naturally spares no effort to show his sincerity.

If you have to say it, you don't have to choose to fall to Laudkenna, there are also some other possibilities, for example, the soul fire in the eyes of the Lich Apprentice flickered slightly, looking at the tall knight, such as Lord Bloodblade, who unfortunately sacrificed his life for the country, and he Miles inherited the will to live up to his mission and brought back the vessel of the dead.

Of course, this possibility is even less likely than the death god Lord Madskel sent an oracle to protect the undead, and it is better to imagine that he looks down on the Moglan Street in Ennaduta and picks up a crystal ball that no one wants, and opens it to see that it is actually the legacy of the legendary lich.

It wasn't Waitan's impulsive twin knives that interrupted Miles, who had been thinking so much that he didn't know where.

As a "dark-minded, cunning and evil" lich, Miles may still be at the level of spell casting, but his keen perception is no longer comparable to that of the average deceased.

In other words, as a villain in a fairy tale, Miles may still lack hard power, but he is competent enough to grasp the human heart.

He had long been aware of the tenacity of this man's deep despair hidden by his tenacious heart, although the young mercenary covered it with layers of despair and hatred, making people think that he was blinded by emotions when his relatives were captured, and he could only be kneaded by others, but after all, he was still too young, and his acting skills were a little worse, and he deceived others, but he did not deceive Miles, a lich who had just gotten a glimpse of the way in mind spells.

Sometimes, people who are not carried away by anger are easier to deal with than people whose brains are dominated by anger, such as now, no matter how calm and rational they are, it is impossible to overcome the absolute difference in strength.

Therefore, although Wairutan shows no matter how angry he shows on the surface, he will not really make a heavy move, at most it is just a temptation, these humans are obviously unable to protect themselves, but they still have the luxury of protecting others, which is simply unreasonable.

The lich shook his head, turning his attention to the tall skeleton knight behind him, for it was the latter's exclamation that interrupted his thoughts.

"It was a real bonus."

After a slight groan, Lauderkenna slowly opened his mouth and said, his gaze under the black armor fell on the girl who had passed out in his hand.

"It's the first time I've seen such a special soul ......"

He paused, as if to organize the language, and then continued

"Although the strength of the soul is not special, the structure of the soul is slightly different from that of ordinary humans, but it is not free from the racial restrictions of humans, and the bloodline of the body is ..... There's nothing special about it. ”

"This kind of performance...... Could it be, no, judging by her strength, she is obviously not ...... But there is also the possibility that it has not yet awakened......"

Halfway through the sentence, Lauderkenna paused again, as if talking to himself.

However, he didn't intend to explain anything to these people, and even the other undead Miles who was present had already courted him, but the Bone Knight didn't share the idea of the discovery with him.

He was just taking the opportunity to clear his mind by speaking, but as long as this girl had the possibility of being the Chosen One, Laudkenna couldn't help but glance at Nila again, then even if he didn't find any news about the Vessel of the Dead on this mission, it was worth it.

O Chosen One, there are only a handful of Chosen One who have been transformed into immortals in history so far, and the most famous one in the world is none other than that Lord! Speaking of which, these two humans seem to be related by blood?

Wairutaan, who noticed Laudkenna's gaze, felt a chill behind him, and he had a faint bad feeling.

"I've changed my mind now, human."

The Bone Knight laid the unconscious Niela on the ground and turned around

"I have decided to give you the glory of immortality."