South, Poison Valley.

The location of this valley is very remote, the mouth of the valley is densely wooded, and there is a highly toxic miasma, and ordinary people can't enter it at all.

Deep in the valley, a mage tower was built. The owner of the Mage Tower is none other than Rafibel, the ** master of the Primo family.

On the day of the fall of Vendôme, Rafabel chose to flee from the secret mage's tower.

In his opinion, this place was the safest, surrounded by a poisonous mist, and he would never have to worry about orcs coming to disturb him. Even in the end, when he heard that the Primmore family had defected to Archduke Lehman and obtained Fix Island as a territory, he did not go there.

In fact, he wanted to get past, but he couldn't be cheeky. Of course, he knew that the act of fleeing that day was tantamount to betraying the entire Primmore family, and now that the family was safe, he rushed back to enjoy the fruits and not be scolded to death.

So he ended up staying in the isolated valley, concentrating on his magic.

In his mind, he would probably spend the rest of his life here, no one would bother him, and he could immerse himself in the wizarding world wholeheartedly.

It's a bit lonely, but overall it's pretty good.

It's just that his peaceful time didn't last long, and in less than half a year, someone broke the tranquility of the Poison Valley. Not a human, to be precise, but a magical creature.

The creature was enveloped in a cold, desperate chill, and through the wide cloak, a skeleton could be seen, a skeleton with two ice-blue flames burning in its eye sockets.

"Lich? Who are you? Why invade my territory! Rafibel stood at the door of his mage's tower. With a staff in his hand, he looked coldly at the intruder.

"Hahaha." The skeleton laughed, its voice hollow. He took off the hood of his cloak and revealed his head as smooth as jade: "Rafibel, don't you know me?" Oh, you can't confirm it, because I've changed a bit a bit lately. ”

Rafibel frowned and said nothing, the tone of the other man's voice made him feel a little familiar.

"If I change my appearance, you should be able to recognize me."

Between words. The cold air around the skeleton began to move, surrounding the skeleton's body. Then they formed a misty body, which didn't look real, but it could already roughly show the person's appearance.

Rafibel was shocked: "Disentas? Aren't you dead? ”

The skeleton let out a burst of laughter, and the fog around it cleared again: "I am indeed dead. Ulosis has abandoned me. I have a new owner though. His name is Eltus, Lord of Death, and He has given me a new body and I have been reborn, immortal! ”

"I don't care what happens to you. But you're not welcome here, get out, evil lich! Rafibel roared, and the magic crystal at the tip of the staff glowed with a dazzling light, and a huge amount of magic power was converging into the crystal.

The culprit of this ruin. Rafibel hated him so much that he wanted to blow this guy to smithereens, but he didn't dare. In life. Disentas surpassed him in magic and strength, and he knew he was no match.

Although he had changed his appearance now, the fluctuating magic had not weakened in the slightest, but was stronger than before.

"Haha, you don't dare!" Disentas drank through Rafibel's psychological defense in one gulp: "You don't dare! Rafibel. You know you're no match for me. ”

"Die, demon!" Rafibel roared. The sparkle on the staff was stronger, but the magic never appeared.

"Do it? After doing it, you will die. You are a traitor, and your soul will fall into the abyss of hell and suffer. No, you don't even have that chance, my master will capture your soul and give you the most terrible torment, the torture you can't imagine. Think about it, the feeling of depriving your soul of the power of the wisps is like using a knife to cut the flesh off of you little by little, and cut it for half a year at a time, never stopping, forever painful......"

"Don't talk about it!" Rafabel felt beads of sweat oozing from his forehead.

"No, I'm going to go on. Do you know? Hundreds of thousands of undead have gathered in the South. Vendôme's fallen warriors have all surrendered to their masters. These armies, more terrifying and ruthless than the orc armies, are enough to sweep across the continent and bring every qiē under the command of death. You have nowhere to hide! There was cruelty in Disentas's voice, he had experienced death, his heart had been completely twisted, he had worshiped Ertus so passionately that he had lost all reason.

However, Rafibel is not easy to deceive, he sneered: "100,000? What about 100,000 undead? It would be nice to have 30,000 undead who can really fight. This bit of power, you dare to say that it swept across the continent, ridiculous! ”

"That's why I'm here." Disentas laughed, "I need your strength. ”

Rafibel was silent, he stared at the lich opposite him for a long time, and finally spoke: "What can I get?" ”

He had to live, but he didn't think he was a match for Disentas, so giving in was his only option.

Rafibel was well aware of the consequences, and if he did, he would be absolutely spurned by the world, and his name would be nailed to the pillar of shame forever. But he couldn't care about it, and it didn't matter what was in the form compared to his own life.

He just needs to live.

"The power of eternal life!" Disentas smiled: "I knew you would choose the right path, Rafite, you are the only one in Vendôme who understands. ”

"Immortality in a skeletal body?"

"Whatever you like. The Lord of Death controls death, and you can live forever in your present body. The only thing to pay attention to is to protect your body carefully, don't destroy it in the war, otherwise the master will not be kind enough to reforge you. At that point, you'll only have a lich body. ”

“…… Good. Rafibel replied with difficulty: "What do you need me to do?" ”

"Expand the power of the master. Of course, before that, you need to master the power of death. Take this magic book and take a good look at it. Disentas pulled out a magic book. The cover is all black, and there is a lifelike skeleton carved on it, which is none other than the Necromancy Book.

Rafibel took it.

"The first task. There is a small village just outside the Poison Valley. Send them on the path to eternal life with plague gas. Disentas laughed, "Oh, the plague gas is written in this book, on the first page, a very simple magic. With your knowledge, you can master it in three days, right? ”

Rafibel turned the pages with difficulty, and sure enough, he saw 'plague gas'.

Plague gas. Intermediate necromantic transformation magic, when cast, envelops a 500-meter radius. All life in the area will be transformed into necromancy.

What an evil magic, swallowing, Rafibel nodded, "I'll do it." ”

"I believe in you, Rafi." Disentas let out a hollow laugh. Turned and left.

Magicians, scholars, they are too smart, they like to weigh gains and losses, they like to negotiate and compromise, and they rarely tear their faces apart and there is a real battle between them.

One so at this moment.

Rafibel took the magic book and stood there for a long time. He let out a long sigh and returned to the Mage Tower with the magic book.

形shì so, in order to live. He had to succumb to the forces of darkness.

………………

Meanwhile, the king of the kingdom of Aoraki to the west, Ordus, is at a loss. Of course, this is not for the sake of the undead, of course he has heard about the appearance of undead demons in the south, but it is the business of the southerners. It doesn't have anything to do with him.

Aldus is very young, only thirty years old this year. Powerful and ambitious, his greatest wish in life was to defeat Archduke Lehman on the battlefield and force his opponents to submit to him.

The power of his kingdom is not weak, because he has a very strong army against the frost giants of the Far North all year round, but unfortunately this army is trapped in the north and cannot be pulled out.

But even so, it doesn't matter, the other forces of the kingdom are enough to fight against Archduke Lehman, and even surpass it. During his five-year reign, there were some small frictions between the two sides on the battlefield, and the kingdom basically had the upper hand.

Of course, this is a good thing, but recently there has been an upset.

Grand Duke Lehman unexpectedly got a powerful samurai, a terrifying genius with a high probability of advancing to the realm of legends in the last two years.

He sent out three tulip warriors, escaped back one, brought back the news, the three of them besieged, and were defeated by the other party in five seconds, and the other party still protected one person, if the other party had no distractions, then the three of them would definitely be killed on the spot.

With such force, it can be inferred that the other party may be promoted to a legend at any time.

In this way, the Principality of Lehman will have a real martial saint, a quasi-saint who relies on his own strength, rather than all kinds of drugs and alchemy.

Perhaps, in the eyes of ordinary people in the mainland, there are not many martial saints, but there are also a few, which does not seem unusual.

But in fact, most of them are quasi-saints. For example, in the Aoraki Kingdom, there are eight Martial Saints, but seven of them are quasi-saints, and the power of these quasi-saints is only at the lower level of legends, and they cannot progress in their lifetime.

There are only four Martial Saints in the Principality of Lehman, and the most powerful is the Red Moon Sword Saint, who was promoted by his own strength. The strength is so strong, looking down on the entire Starlight Continent. In the face of quasi-saints, it is not difficult to match one against five.

In the entire continent, there are only two that can be compared, one is Edward, the commander of the Frostcrusade of the kingdom against the Frost Giants. Rhine, he is known as the Thunder Sword Saint, because of the Frost Giant, this Sword Saint is dead on the northern frontier and never participates in other battles, even Ordus can't command him.

There is also a martial saint is Morovogen, this is a commoner, but also a hermit, his weapon is a silver heavy sword, swinging, like a full moon, known as the full moon martial saint.

He doesn't belong to any country, his whereabouts are secretive, no one knows where he is, and the last time he struck was ten years ago, when he cut off the head of an evil black dragon with a sword.

These three people are called the three saints of the human race, although there are many other quasi-saints, including those cultivated by some great nobles, there are more than twenty in total, but these quasi-saints are just small stars on the edge of the bright moon, although they are respected, they cannot become a strategic force that can change the situation of the war.

As for the ** division and the like, although they are also legendary powerhouses and their strength is also very strong, these guys are all scholars and do not like direct combat, they are generally neutral figures, and it is difficult for even kings to drive them, so they are not enough to rely on.

Originally, the Red Moon Sword Saint of the Principality of Lehman was old, and Aldus was just when he was ambitious, but he didn't expect the other party to find another Martial Saint, why didn't he be depressed.

"Hey, Vincent, that's good luck!"

When the Tulip Samurai failed in his assassination, he gave up his intention to continue the assassination and to subdue the Duchy of Lehman within ten years. (To be continued)