"Che Casada, my most unsuccessful apprentice." The tone of the Grand Druid vandal Ilminster was still flat but full of majesty: "You tell me the truth, how long can you survive?"

"......" had clearly agreed to let him go, but he didn't know why his mentor had asked him this before leaving, and Storm Grand Druidiche Casada, bowed slightly, looking at his mentor's calm expression and hesitated to say something.

Seeing the entanglement of his apprentice, after a pause with the unpretentious wooden staff in his hand, the Grand Druid Vandal Ilminster sighed and said, "You don't have to hide anything from me, the Holy Spirit shattered the heart image world, even if the Holy Spirit is merciful, after so many years, your power of storage has been on the verge of limit." ”

"Mentor Mingjian, I still have about thirty years to live, if I can't go further, it's better to return to dust than to live in the world." Che Casada still hid something about his lifespan, but he was immediately seen through by the erudite druid vandar Ilminster.

I saw this legendary grandmaster druid say to Che Casada in a tone of hatred for iron and steel, "Thirty years? It's easy to say, can you still live for three years if you can't even restrain the escape of your own storage power? ”

The Great Druid of the Storm who was pierced by the mentor bowed his head deeply, although he could be promoted to the legend has long passed the realm of torturing the Daoxin, and he can't say that he ignores life and death, but he is much more downset than mortals, and the life span of five hundred years is not old for the legend, but it is not the younger generation.

What's more, for the creatures who have reached the legend, death is just the beginning of another time, and keeping the true spirit not reincarnated or completely incarnated undead is a power that can only be used by at least a legendary-level powerhouse, and the existence that the legend barely reincarnates or the incarnate undead finally becomes has little to do with you now.

At most, it's just a new life that inherits your incomplete memories, and there are basically no legendary powerhouses who really choose to return to dust and return to earth, and if they have the blood of high-level humans, most of them will choose to enter the undead empire Owo to complete their last journey for the living, and finally become a member of the undead.

There are very few reincarnations that maintain a trace of true spirits, because there are too many uncertainties, and only those legendary powerhouses in races that even incarnate as undead are extravagant hopes will choose, because no one knows if they will have the opportunity to rely on the true spirit to create another glory after reincarnation.

"Of all my disciples, you are not the most promising, but at least you are not the most useless." Vandal Ilminster's words to Che Casada's words were more like a verdict on his own life in the mind of the legendary storm druid.

If others say so, even if all the power of the last three years is gone, Che Casada will let the other party know what is called the heart of the storm, but unfortunately the person who said these words is his own mentor, basically, Vandal Ilminster's words are the summary of the life of Che Casada, the legendary storm druid.

Even if Vandal Ilminster had made a cute mistake in summarizing the legendary Storm Druid, Che Casada would have had to hold his nose and admit it, if he still had a nose at the time.

Druid lichs are not absent, on the contrary, druid lichs who go from life to death and then from death to life, although it is rare to see that even forming a faction among the lichs is not enough, but it is also a good path to enlightenment.

Seeing that his apprentice didn't care about life and death, he knew that Che Casada was ready to take that step, and everything he was doing now was just for the future.

"Although I have long seen the twists and turns in your life, I just didn't expect you to be the first to leave the world of the living."

Vandal Ilminster said as he raised his head from the top of the Emerald Tower to look north at the Norse Mountains of the Sunset Plateau, in the direction of the Undead Empire of Owo, wondering if there was an old friend in his memory who looked after his unsuccessful apprentice.

It's a pity that the world of the living and the dead can't have much contact with the rules set by the First Emperor nearly 10,000 years ago, and his other apprentice, Illidan Ntreili, has made some trouble and caused the higher human kingdoms to break off diplomatic relations with the undead empire Owo, even Vandal Ilminster, who is known for his erudition, doesn't know what is happening at the top of the far north.

Looking at Wang Rui, who was asleep because of the legendary spell soul retracement, Che Casada recalled the words of his mentor after his symbolic punishment of him, and never felt that what he wanted to do could hide from the great druid vandar Ilminster, who was known for his erudition and cuteness.

But he didn't expect his mentor to do such a thing for himself, Che Casada gently stroked the three scrolls on the table, remembering what Vandal Ilminster had said when he introduced these contracts that he had not heard of.

"The first is the Pact of Blood, and if the Divine Slower is willing to sign this pact with you, then it means that he is willing to be your servant and fight for you."

Although the contract written in red ink was only a very ordinary generic text, Che Casada could feel the power of the contract contained in the ink used to write the contract.

Seeing his apprentice's doubts, Vandal Ilminster explained, "This is ink made from the half-finished work of the Philosopher's Stone, and the validity of the contract can be said to be the strongest of the three." ”

"The Philosopher's Stone?? Isn't that it? Che Casada heard his mentor's words and finally understood where the palpitations that he felt when he saw the red ink, even though the contract was only a few strokes, meant that thousands of "innocent" beings had been collected as raw materials for the ink.

"It's not so exaggerated, the making of the Ten Thousand Souls Bloodstone has long been characterized as taboo, and these are just later research results." Vandal Ilminster said without any pressure.

Compared to the Great Druid Vandal himself, who knew no psychological pressure about this, the Great Druid, whose hands were already soaked in blood, did not care whether this so-called research result was also taboo except for the heart palpitations when he first heard it.

"It's a pity that although it is the most effective, it is the most useless, and the signatory must sign this contract in an absolutely sober state to be effective, and the soul cannot deceive people."

In other words, as long as Wang Rui is not shaking M, Wang Rui, who is considered to be a descendant, will not be stupid enough to sign this contract that is almost equivalent to selling his body.

"This second copy was given to me by the generation of leaders of the Zongheng family who were in the Nine Prisons and had an old relationship with the Zongheng family." As he spoke, Vandal Ilminster opened the second scroll.

Looking at the small but fascinating power on the scroll, Che Casada, who was also a little knowledgeable, contacted the Nine Prisons and Zonghengjia that his mentor had just mentioned, and asked hesitantly but affirmatively, "Is this the devil's contract?" ”

The devil's contract has always been known for its fairness and cheating, even the Storm Great Druid, who has not been to the Nine Prisons, has long heard that the fair devil will fulfill the content of the contract perfectly, but the trick is that the person who signed the contract and the devil have some details of the understanding of the contract itself.

The devil's contract, which always has a lot of strange new terms after signing the contract, is also known as the pit dad's contract, especially since the Zongheng family ruled most of the nine prisons, the devil's various contracts have reached a higher level, and they are about to evolve from the pit dad to the rhythm of the pit one's household book.

After all, those Zonghengjia are best at reversing black and white, talking nonsense, and referring to the behavior of deer as horses.

Even the legendary, Storm Grand Druid Kasada was extremely cautious when he saw this contract, and he looked at his mentor to find out what it was about.

"That's right, this is the devil's contract, and it has been engraved with the seal representing the Zongheng family, although the coercive force is not as strong as the one just now, but for the creatures of the orderly camp, this contract is sometimes more effective than the one just now."

Vandal Ilminster continued: "If the Divine Descendant of your mouth is willing to sign this contract, he will accept the existential meaning of your servant, and if he is a divine being, then he will have the same existential meaning to your Tadalim Druid as Stahlin the Storm Spirit. ”

Che Casada, who didn't understand his mentor's words too well, showed a puzzled expression, but he quickly understood the value of this contract.

If Wang Rui is really the kind of god descendant he expected, then this contract is more useful than the effect of the blood contract, because the coercion of the blood contract can be violated at a great price as long as the force is strong enough to ignore the blood of all spirits, and this contract, as long as it is the gods of order, cannot be violated at all.

To disobey is to deny one's own order, and denying one's own order is not much different from suicide to the gods.

"I see, what about this third contract?" Seeing the grandeur of the first two contracts, Che Casada couldn't help but be more interested in the third.

Thinking that the third contract was some kind of contract of a more representative nature, he did not expect the great druid vandar Ilminster to say without even opening it, "This is just an ordinary mortal contract, and I have copied it according to the contracts used by those merchants every day." ”

"What do you mean......?" Che Casada didn't know why his mentor was doing this, could it be that he was having a cute attack again? The Storm Grand Druid wanted to see a different expression on his mentor's face.

"You idiot, what if all our knowledge up to now is wrong." Vandal Ilminster was angry at his apprentice for thinking he was cute.

"It's all wrong?" The Great Druid of Storm was not stupid, and he immediately remembered what his mentor meant.

"Yes, if it's all wrong, maybe this contract is the most suitable." Knowing that his apprentice understood, Vandal Ilminster nodded in satisfaction.

If it's all wrong, because of the effect of the soul retrospective of the legendary spell, Wang Rui fell into a realm of conscience that only the legendary realm can comprehend and fell asleep.

Looking at Wang Rui's sleeping appearance, the Storm Great Druid suddenly had a premonition that maybe the effect of the third contract would be much better than the first two.

Feeling that he was thinking too much, the Storm Great Druid shook his head and laughed at the prophecy technique that he had never cultivated, and continued to look at the sleeping Wang Rui.