'Dementor' Mundino, a famous necromancer in the Northlands. He didn't create any unspeakable human tragedies, nor did he create any earth-shattering catastrophes, but harvested many souls in the past few decades.

If Mondino had harvested ordinary untouchable souls, no matter how big the mess he had, he wouldn't have the current fame. But he doesn't touch the untouchables at the bottom at all, and his target is directly aimed at adventurers with high ability, and even the high-ranking elites.

Legend has it that the 'Dementor' buys souls with a cursed coin every time he makes a move. None of the souls he bought could escape his clutches, and they all ended up in a desolate state.

"Those rumors are not worth refuting at all. Just think about the fact that people have been willing to do business with me for so many years, and you know that my credibility is still fine.

There are many people who use their souls as collateral to rent my abilities to accomplish tasks that they would not normally be able to do. They mostly pay with their opponent's soul after winning and thus achieve success. There are people who fail, but it has nothing to do with me.

In fact, I have a lot of customers, and many times they need to make an appointment, or even bid for a sale. ”

The necromancer's explanation was simply impeccable, and the ability to 'read lies' did not detect him lying. Zhou Qingfeng accepted his soul coin and decided to try it when he had time.

Mondino also hopes to live in Harmony Village for a while. After all, there are a lot of adventurers gathered here now, and these people are all red-eyed and want to make a fortune, and they are the best potential customers. There must be someone interested in lending the Necromancer's abilities.

It's just that the soul quality of most adventurers is too average for Mondino to look down on. However, Zhou Qingfeng, as a fellow practitioner, made him pay more attention - how did this young man obtain a high-quality soul?

In Mondino's conjecture, it should be a conspiracy for Zhou Qingfeng to build a harmonious village and attract a large number of adventurers to gather here, in order to harvest souls. But the things in the village didn't make him understand, because the young man didn't look like he was engaged in a hammer deal.

There is another group of people who can't understand Zhou Qingfeng. It was a huge contingent marching in the cold wind, and they had already entered the Black Forest.

Colenfell. Long legs, Lord of the Chill Wind. The grandson of the legendary Northland hero 'Long Legs' Levin. Because his grandfather's nickname was too loud, he changed his family's surname.

Five days after Fabro left Harmony Village, His Excellency the City Lord stood in front of the ruins of the stucco village that had been burned to the ground. Behind him were more than 50 strong city lords' guards, more than 200 armed attendants, and more than 300 soldiers and civilians.

Learning from the lessons of Fabro's fiasco last time, His Excellency not only brought a large number of men and horses this time, but also transported more than 100 wagons of supplies in one go. He will rebuild the village of Grey Mud, using it as a base to explore the ruins of Silverleaf City in the Black Forest.

In front of the stucco village, the cold wind is like washing, and the ground is smooth, and there is no dust at all. Hundreds of people were silent, staring silently at the ruins of the ruins tainted by blood sacrifices.

Between the rubble and scorched wood, there are occasional black ghosts scurrying. They condense into faceless human forms, trying to tell the living about the despair and misery of the past. But their plight has no sympathy, and only provokes disgust and hatred.

Several clergy lined up, chanting the honorific title of Kranvo, the Lord of the Underworld, and the souls of the dead who did not want to leave headed for their home.

But most of the dead in the village were unbelievers and poor people who were not accepted by any gods. They have nowhere to return, and will be forcibly sent to the Wall of the Unbelievers, where they will be swept by the cold winds of the Soul Destroyer in the Underworld, and tormented in agony until they dissipate.

"Your Excellency, according to the results of my years of research, the exact location of the ruins of Silver Leaf City is now very clear. But exploring this sprawling underground city is still very difficult, and it will take years or even decades. ”

Fabro, as a former precursor, took out the information paper scroll he had purchased at Harmony Village for fifty gold coins and re-copied it as his 'result of many years of research'.

Colenfell. Long Legs had already seen this 'achievement', and was greatly excited by joy, and directly rewarded Fabro with a thousand gold coins.

In the team, Tambos, who has become an official wizard, can only peek and watch. After he returned to Coldwind, the Church of the Goddess of Magic confirmed his exploits. He's going to be complaining silently - damn Fabro will have to pay the price sooner or later for his indiscriminate gains.

Fabro said that it would take years or even decades to excavate Silver Leaf City, and the long-legged city lord only shook his head slightly. His gloomy face looked into the depths of the Black Forest and whispered, "The battle for kingship in the Northland is about to begin, and we don't have so much time to waste. ”

The battle of kingship, a heavy word, is also a terrible word. This means that the order will be broken, the thirst for power will be lost, and countless lives will die as a result.

Fabro didn't even dare to talk about it, even if he was the 'chief alchemist' in the city, he could only bow his head and not comment.

The city lord said to himself, "Coldwind City doesn't want to get involved in the war, but we don't have a choice. What I can do now is to raise as much money as I can for the military, so that I can recruit more mercenaries to fight for me in the future.

Originally, I didn't hope for this, but the appearance of the elven ruins made me excited. My grandfather's notes describe in detail the city hidden in the forest, the incredible civilization of the elves.

The elves evacuated with as much possessions as they could, but they couldn't have moved the city as well. If I can dig up this ruin, I'll have untold amounts of gold. I may even ...... and have royal power. ”

When it comes to the elven ruins in the Black Forest, and then to the imminent absedence of the royal power in the Northlands, the members of the guards behind the city lord become excited. Only Fabro whispered again, "Your Excellency the City Lord, but there is still a force in this Black Forest......"

"What village are you worried about built by that pariah?" Colenfell. Longleg laughed, "A bunch of hillbillies, wild people who were almost overturned by goblins." I don't understand why you're so afraid of them? ”

Fabro said seriously: "Your Excellency, I have no doubts about your bravery. But that evil village has silently gathered a lot of power. We cannot let it continue to develop. ”

The long-legged city lord's face also sank, but he shook his head again and said, "I heard that there is a new elect in the dark day, and he has placed the church in that village. I'm not actually worried about that village, but I can't help but worry about the power of the God of Murder. ”

The so-called 'name of man, shadow of the tree', Ciric has fallen madly, but as long as it is not dead, no one dares to despise it. Just as the god of tyranny can be resurrected at any time, the god of murder may return to the kingdom of God one day.

It's easy to provoke anyone, but don't provoke a madman who could go berserk at any moment.

"I remember you said that the leader of that village was called Victor. Hugo. I will send someone to persuade him, I can admit his power, as long as he doesn't come and mess with me. The elven ruins are huge, and I can allow him to enjoy some scraps. ”

The Long-legged City Lord snorted and sneered, his eyes still focused on the stucco village that was about to be rebuilt. And Victor, who made him unimpressed. Hugo will not have a good time, he is in the middle of a fight with the halfling Kelly, he is beaten and screams.

"Stop, stop, stop, say okay and don't slap your face."

"It's not allowed to use the legs. Oops, I almost got kicked by you. ”

"Alright, alright, today's exercise is over. I'm afraid of you, today you are the queen. ”

Zhou Qingfeng had a blue nose and swollen face, and limped out of the training ground.

The 'Swift Shadow' in the audience was letting out a miserable howl, "Master, you should be serious, okay?" Beat that little guy hard, it's really not good, I'll go with you. Look at you, three losses in a row. I've lost all the bottoms of your pit. ”

"Dead horse, shut up. What kind of bottoms do you have? Haven't you been running naked? "Zhou Qingfeng doesn't lose when he loses, and his momentum is not bad. It would have been better if the halfling girl in the distance hadn't scolded him arrogantly.

Inisha smeared Zhou Qingfeng with a swelling ointment, and sighed while applying: "Alas......, some men are just unreliable, saying that they are powerful, but in fact, they can't even beat a little girl." ”

"Little girl?" Zhou Qingfeng was unconvinced and pointed to the halfling girl who went to get the bet, "She's much older than me." She is still the elect, the chosen people of the god of murder. You don't even know how hard her fists are.

You're all cheating on me, why did you recommend her to practice martial arts with me? He also said that little girls are easier to deal with. I ought not have believed in your wickedness. ”

Zhou Qingfeng's distress caused Ciric to let out a long-lost laugh and at the same time issued an oracle to his chosen girl......

"Yes, yes, that's how you beat this kid. Continue to beat me, beat me hard, his nose is blue and his face is swollen, and he must not be let go. I've been waiting for this day for a long time, and I must be angry! ”