"Hehe, hahahaha, is this your last word?"

Acoste laughed at Sazastan's promise, and he squeezed his opponent's fragile neck even harder.

If he were to become a half-elf swordmaster, he would definitely maximize the interest, just like the lich Ocampbo who dealt with Am, first pretending to agree to the lich's request, and then blackmailing things and then finding the agreed loophole to kill the other party......

But this time he didn't have any ideas in mind......

Because this fight is not for themselves, but for Curry, they are fighting.

This kind of thing can't be understood by outsiders, just like this relationship can't be understood by the person concerned......

However, in order to fulfill his promise, Acoste is willing to risk his life for it.

He can play tricks at any time, but regarding this battle, the half-elf sword master still wants to keep it above board until the last moment......

"You damn thing, are you wood-headed? Is there any unsolvable hatred between us? No, there are only eternal interests in this world, and I can give you whatever you want! As long as you're willing to let me go this time, I can make a big vow to help you make whatever you wish come true! ”

Sazastan roared hoarsely, not understanding why the other party was so obsessed with his life that he had given up the promise of a legendary lich......

"That's why you'll never understand."

Acoste sneered, slammed the body of the Necronomicon Faction leader to the ground, and reached out to grasp the hilt of Frostmourn's sword.

"Brush ......" "Brush ......"

Two cold flashes of light appeared, and the two bony palms of the lich were cut off by the half-elf swordmaster, and now unless it was a half-lich or a great lich who was proficient in soul casting, it had now lost its most basic spell-casting ability.

"Why? Why? Don't think I'll let you go if you kill me! Let me tell you, I put my life box in the safest place, I will still come back to life, I will still come back! ”

Sazastan saw that the other party was inexplicably eaten and ironed, and he was not begging for mercy at the moment, but threatened the other party hoarsely.

"Don't think that the chiefs of those three factions will be my opponents, and don't think that they will be able to take my position in the Red Robe Mage Society in the few days after my resurrection, and when I come back to life, I will not let go of anyone who offends me, and those who have reached your strength should know how terrifying the anger of a legendary spellcaster is!"

Sazastan did not believe that the other party would not be afraid.

It thinks that there is no way for the half-elf swordmaster in front of him to restrain his soul, and the caster has many spells to make his soul escape, and the lich is the best among them, unless Acoste is a demon lord or the devil archduke, these guys who specialize in the soul field may have their own special methods.

In this way, Sazastan is in the dark, and Yacoste is in the light, so it is self-evident who is unlucky.

Of course, the reason why the Necromantic Faction Chief had begged for mercy before was because although it could come back from the dead, it still wanted to avoid death if possible......

Each time a lich dies it doesn't diminish their strength, but it takes 4-8 days for them to come back from their life box, and they become very weak, and then over time, it takes about a month to get back to their peak state.

No one wants to let themselves be weak for so long, especially in a relatively "special" organization like the Red Robe Mage Society......

The lich knew best how Sazastan had managed to get to where he was now, and the body of the former head of the necromantic faction that it had killed was lying not far from him, and he didn't want to follow in the footsteps of the other party so quickly.

"yes, I'm really sorry then......"

Acoste smiled ghostly at this, and slowly inserted Frost Sorrow back into his scabbard.

"It's okay, now we still have a chance to become allies, I, Sazastan, am a person who likes to associate with strong people, and you know, I also have a lot of ......"

"Click!"

The lich could not say any more, for a boot with a flaming sole appeared in front of its sight, and then crushed its own head alive.

"Your soul can't go back to the life box."

Yacoste shook his head, the half-elf swordmaster didn't need to look at the task panel in his system to know that Sazastan was dead, completely turned into a speck of dust in the long river of history.

Its soul-absorbing ability can ignore the will of the abyss and forcibly detain demons (demons), let alone a small soul spell attached to the life box.

Sazastan is dead, and the mission is over.

The Half-Elf Juggernacle suddenly felt relieved and unreal, he looked at his hand in a daze, then looked back at the lich's dead body, and then looked up at the blue sky.

Everything, the explanation to Curry, has finally come to an end.

Images from his childhood kept coming back to Acoste's eyes, and those fragments seemed to skip in succession, gradually turning into a movie.

The town of Old Tuk is not large, it is a place with less than 100 simple villagers and no more than a few thousand square meters......

A small population density means that there are few people of the same age and a small place, which means that there is a large intersection between people.

Curry is his best buddy!

Together, they fish in the water at night and hunt in the wild during the day, and although their fathers are farmers and blacksmiths, Yacoste and Curry have both dreamed of being warriors since childhood.

During that time, the two of them didn't know how many stupid things they did, such as Curry stealing a few weapons from his dad and the two of them cosplaying, and Acoste taking Lavis, who couldn't speak, to go on adventures outside the town, and they didn't suffer less from their parents' scolding and sticks......

Even when Acoste lost his parents, the days were at their darkest......

Curry has also been secretly supporting himself, like stealing money or stealing some food, which is commonplace, to help them get through the most difficult time.

Until they grow up together, join the militia together, fight the first battle together, and then separate again, and then when the demons destroy the town......

Unconsciously, the eyes of the half-elf sword master moistened, and he stood up silently, straightened his waist, closed his eyes, and opened his hands.

"Good brother, for a lifetime!" (To be continued.) )