Good and evil, in fact, are the most complex things in the world, and the line between the two is sometimes so clear that it is clear, and sometimes it is blurred that it is impossible to make a judgment lightly.

But even so, in this world, there are crimes that can be judged as "evil" at a glance.

"Since you don't want to learn necromancy in class, let's practice it in actual combat."

In the midst of many resistances, quarrels, and fights, as if he had lost his patience, this is what the man named Sargeras said.

"The necromancers on this list are all dark witches who dare to touch the forbidden realm, and they live in seclusion in the lands of Noren, isolated from the rest of the world, obsessed with their own research. The most important thing is that they disregard life and treat their fellow race as real material, innocent people, damned people, extracting blood, torturing souls, with outrageous methods that make people feel cold. These are the degenerate who have been lost in the path of the devil, and judging according to the laws of the world is enough to punish them with capital punishment, compared to the tutors and classmates in the academy, they are the people you should hate the most, go and kill them, you can kill them without any psychological barriers, for the most sufficient reason, in the way you like best, no one will stop you, no one will point fingers at you, you can let them die miserably, let them bear the pain he inflicted on innocent people a thousand times, You can also let them die without pain, as you like. If you hate dealing with the academy's masters, then deal with them. ”

This was originally the last and greatest tolerance and expectation that the Dark Lord gave to a certain teenager.

If you don't want to be the king of the necromancers, at least be the sharpest blade hanging above their heads.

If you can't be embraced and recognized by the necromancers. At least make them fearful and in awe.

The teenager also thought at one time that this was the best way to deal with it.

He knew the importance of power, and he also believed in the path of the necromancer. But this does not mean that he wants to be one of those old-fashioned and gloomy necromancers in Atlas, he wants to live alive and truthfully, instead of becoming cold-blooded and indifferent in continuous cultivation and study, reverence for life, love for life, respect for life. This is the best way to keep the soul alive.

So, join the scavenger army and kill the fallen mages to make yourself stronger. Rather than learning step by step in the classroom, it is undoubtedly the way that teenagers like, to fight to nourish the war, and the more they fight, the stronger they become. How cool it sounds.

So the boy joined the Shadow Blade Force. Soon ushered in the first combat mission.

According to Sargeras's plan, the boy will spend at least three years in the most prestigious scavenger army in the Dead Realm, learning the most efficient killing methods in bloody battles, and the two Sanctuary commanders in the Shadow Blade Army, more than a dozen high-level mages, and hundreds of high-level undead who have served for more than two hundred years are his best instructors and mentors, and their endless experience and advanced experience will teach him before and after each bloody battle, and he will lead them in the future.

But dramatically, there was a surprising change in the first combat mission.

Don't get me wrong, there's no bloody plot. For example, the target is a beautiful woman who has captivated the country and the city, or the target is a bitter character who wants to resurrect his lover. There was no such thing, as Sargeras said, that all missions were aimed at criminals against humanity who could be executed without trial, and the boy himself confirmed this with his own eyes, and was shocked and furious that there was such a mad man in the world.

Of course, there was no mistake in the process of the mission, because the young man was alone, and he killed his comrade-in-arms and caused others to die in order to protect him.

On the contrary, the boy's first battle went extremely smoothly, he simply occupied an overwhelming advantage, he did not make a mistake, did not hesitate, did not be nervous, and the boiling killing intent and fiery fury did not interfere with his judgment and calmness in the slightest.

In terms of results, it was an SS victory at the highest level.

I was not injured, my companions were not injured, I did not hurt the innocent, and I did not leave any troubles.

However, after the end of this battle, the third legendary mage of the Death Realm who does not participate in the daily management of the reign came out, and the three Necromantic Kings gathered, except for one of the Sacred Domain Commanders who promised to keep it secret with the highest form of oath, the other fourteen Shadow Blade members who accompanied the mission were rewritten by King Sauron himself, and a record of the mission was cleaned, and then, the boy left the Shadow Blade army directly and returned to Atlas, almost no one knew what happened.

And what happened that day, which made the legendary powerhouse secret, will only reappear in the dream.

A dream for two people.

the parties, and the only bystander who has not been washed of his memory.

After a year or two of calm and forgetfulness, Sigma thought that he would no longer dream about that day.

But I don't know why, the scene at that time quietly appeared in my mind again.

Is that...... The underworld.

As if burned by the fire of chaos for thousands of years, the world is covered with dead ashes, the dead wander on the earth, empty eyes look at the gray sky, the river of the Styx flows, the mountains of corpses are continuous, the return of the living, the end of a qiē, all, a qiē, what he knows, what he is unfamiliar with, the undead creatures who exude a thick breath of death, seem to hear some kind of call, from the earth, from the mountain of corpses, from the sea of blood, they have revealed their bodies, he saw the dim and dead clouds turned into countless demon beasts with wings spread to cover the sky, He saw the endless mountains of white bones turn into hideous dragon bone ghosts roaring in the sky, the earth cracked, and the countless silent tombs sleeping in the abyss revived, spitting out thousands of strangely shaped immortal spirits, and the incomparably huge giant beast poked its head out, spitting out the undead dead qi as thick as a stream of flames, this dead and cold world of death came to life in an instant, the screams of broken souls rolled up the rolling wind, and the deafening roar tore through the fragile sky, this qiē scene was illusory and real, he witnessed, he imagined, it was not an illusion, it was not real, he only knew that at that time, the roars of countless dead people converged into a sentence, and from his mouth came out, involuntarily, full of the power to distort life and death.

He said, they said.

Death is your compass.

Sigma suddenly woke up when the underworld music sounded, at this time the sky was faint, and only the chirping of night insects was in his ears, Sigma sat up, took a few deep breaths, and found that his body was soaked in cold sweat.

"Not a good sign...... "The necromancer smiled self-deprecatingly, his heart still beating like a drumbeat, it was much better, when it had just happened, for weeks on end, he had to wake up from a nightmare screaming, in his first year in Atlas, whether it was himself, the Lord of Darkness, or the rest of the Academy, despite the infinite anticipation, despite the exhaustive imagination, people still underestimated his necromantic talent.

It's just beyond the realm of talent, like a curse.

Woke up from the nightmare, Sigma no longer had the nature to sleep again, he sat up, put on his clothes and shoes, there was a lamp brought in by Alain in the room, but Sigma did not use it, but cast a lighting spell by himself, a soft light cluster floated in the air, blooming with soft light, Alain's family is not good, let's save her some oil.

There is a desk in the room, Sigma pulled out a chair and sat down, the bookshelf in front of him should be made by Alain himself, from the point of view of a professional carpenter, the craftsmanship is clumsy, but from the perspective of appreciation, it is everywhere attentive and smart and pleasing to the eye.

There were a few books on the shelves, spotless, looking like they were being wiped all the time, Sigma flipped through a few pages, some were religious stories, some were medical knowledge, and there was a carpenter's book, Sigma looked at it twice, he couldn't read it, and after putting the book back in its place, he thought about it, and took out the secret notes of the Wesker boss who he bought yesterday, and wanted to study it - but soon, he remembered that the focus of the Tesla incident had shifted from finding out Tesla and who was behind it to how to feed the major forces involved in this matter a bubble ofAs soon as this thought came out, he was even more upset, and casually threw the ledger back to the space ring.

"Fuck ......" he looked at his slightly trembling right hand and scolded with a smile, "Is this nervousness, or fear, or expectation?" Or is it just a simple development of the vibration function, do you want to give it a try? ”

There was no complaining around, and it was very boring to throw off the lower limit, Sigma sighed, pushed the door out, it was still early at this time, the most industrious peasants did not get up, Alain's home was naturally silent, the necromancer blinked, he had just woken up from a nightmare, and remembered the troubles, he felt that he needed to do something to relieve the pressure, such as ......

"This is in the same room, I'm worried about Alain's chastity......" Sigma touched his chin and nodded repeatedly, Alain is young, don't get into vices, especially if you are infected by Jili, it is a major event related to your life.

So the necromancer recalled the room distribution map that he had written down casually before, figured out the direction of Alain's room, and tiptoed over, as a well-read catalogue of forbidden books of necromancy, he read a lot of whether it was a or a girl or a Lori, but he had never seen the lily book of the sullen and hungry beep innocent Lori, at this time, I was fortunate to observe, it was really Amitabha, a good one, and a Q.

But before he could get to Alain's room, he heard a small whistling, and after listening for a long time, he realized that it seemed to be Alain's mother's voice...... I'll it! Jili! I misread you! You have the same hobby as me!? (To be continued......)