The Cursed Grave, among the white bones, stands a throne made of a patchwork of skulls. It's like a palace, a palace made of bones, dedicated to the king who sits on his throne.

Alduin, that's his name, and as for the Skeleton King, that's what mortals in the world once called him who feared and shunned his name.

It is said that before he set foot on the Wizard Continent, he was one of the best dark wizards in the aboriginal world, and survived the persecution of the aboriginal church. After entering the wizard continent by chance, he easily broke through the bottleneck with his outstanding talent in undead witchcraft, and successfully completed the elementalization of the flesh, standing at the peak of the six-star, and had a place in the cursed grave in the land of bones.

It is said that the first thing he did after becoming a six-star wizard was to return to the world he once was, kill all the creatures in that world, and refine them into skeleton puppets. In the end, it made too much trouble, causing a world-class crisis, and even forcing the aboriginal gods to descend in that world.

After all, the six-star wizard is no match for the gods with hundreds of millions of followers, but although Alduin was defeated, he also made a considerable amount of fame because of that battle.

Although the reputation here refers mostly to notoriety.

Even the dark wizards who are in the same camp have a lot of complaints about his unjustified cruelty and blood. As for the few wizards who are also from that world, they have become mortal enemies with Alduin.

For these reasons, apart from a few of his few apprentices, the palace was rarely approached.

However, Alduin didn't care about this, he had already given up his body, and he had already given up even the emotions of loneliness.

At this moment, the skeleton sitting on the Skeleton Throne stared intently at the ethereal fog in the crystal ball in his palm, as if waiting for something.

At this moment, the thick fog suddenly lifted, and a vague figure appeared in the center of the crystal ball.

As if awakened, Alduin finally spoke slowly.

"How's it going?"

"Sorry...... Great King. With a sincere apology in his tone, and a hint of trepidation, the man in the crystal ball knelt down on one knee and continued, "The Misty Illusion didn't trap him, and the Necro Knight you gave me was defeated by him...... We underestimate his strength, he is definitely more than a one-star wizard. ”

Click......

A piercing skeletal grinding sound came from Alduin's body, and he was seen trembling with rage.

Antru was his protégé, and had always been regarded as the most promising disciple of his learning, but now he had died so inexplicably at the hands of a one-star wizard.

When he heard the news from the inside of the Emerald Tower, he almost couldn't control his anger and went to the door himself.

But when he calmed down and thought about it, he realized that there was something strange about it.

The reason is very simple, Antru's strength itself has stood at the peak of the two-star star, considering his rich combat experience and the knowledge he imparted, even if he is an opponent of a three-star wizard, he will not be easily defeated, how can he be defeated in the hands of a one-star wizard?

In addition, he learned that Antru's death was related to Aledit's tomb, and the Cursed Tomb and the Emerald Tower had been fighting openly and secretly over the inheritance of that ancient wizard, and it was not ruled out that Antru was actually killed by the wizard of the Emerald Tower's Combat Division, and Jiang Feng, who had not joined the Emerald Tower at that time, was just picking up a small bargain.

Otherwise, there is no way to explain why Antru, who can compete with a three-star wizard, will be killed by a one-star wizard in seconds.

However, no matter what the truth of the matter is, Antru's death is inseparable from the wizard named Jiang Feng. So Alduin issued an order to him at the inner line he had set up in the Emerald Tower, to be sure to catch Jiang Feng and torture him out of his mouth to find out the truth of what had happened at that time.

Luckily, they were helped by an "ardent apprentice" who managed to attack Jiang Feng the moment he left the Wizard Tower without alerting him.

However, neither Alduin nor his inner line expected that the misty illusion that even a two-star wizard could easily trap would be cracked by him.

The Pharmacy Department of the Emerald Tower, when did it become so awesome?!

It was too risky to do it under the nose of the wizard of the Emerald Tower, and Alduin's inside line did not dare to go too far, and after failing to strike a blow, he immediately escaped into the darkness, and it took so long before he dared to contact his master.

Jane Auduin remained silent, and the man in the crystal ball trembled and spoke again.

"Please, please give me another chance!"

"In a little more than a month, there will be a dance party on the anniversary of the Emerald Tower, and it is said that Roland Doyle is going to recommend that Jiang Feng to enter."

"Oh?" With a hint of interest, Alduin spoke again, "You're qualified to enter the ball?" ”

"Exactly!" The man said respectfully.

Remembering what he had heard, Alduin groaned for a long time before speaking slowly.

"Hope to hear good news from you next time."

"Also, apart from that wizard, I want you to do something for me...... This can only be done successfully, not failed. ”

The figure in the crystal ball breathed a sigh of relief, lowered his head and said respectfully.

"Yes."

……

During the more than one month that Jiang Feng was in retreat, a lot of things happened outside.

News arrives from the distant Thorn Wastes that the War of Succession of the Kingdom of Rick has come to an end, and the kingdom's coalition forces are in full swing under the leadership of Sirika, and William the Apostate has been driven back to his native Rensa, where he is making his final death throes.

At the same time, Jiang Feng received two letters. One is from Andorra, an indigenous wizard, and the other is from the Wizard's Tower in the Thorn Wastes.

[Dear Mr. Jiang Feng, we need your help, if you are still concerned about the creatures of this world, please come to Yinyue Bay to find me.

Your faithful friend, Andorra]

The handwriting of the letter was sloppy, but the tone was sincere.

Jiang Feng sighed softly, didn't say anything, and sent the letter paper to the alcohol lamp on the experimental table, burning it to ashes.

The aboriginal wizards of this world are still making their last struggle. But what's the use of all this? The wheel of history is inevitable after all, they have enjoyed a thousand years of stability under the protection of the elven heritage, and now the power left by the elves in this world has run out, and what should come will still come after all.

Yes.

The lifting of the blue vortex is doomed, just like the return of chaos.

Instead of arguing over the survival of the Blue Vortex, it is better to seize the time to think about how to deal with it and how to minimize the losses from the invasion of the Wizard Continent.

After reading Andorra's letter, Jiang Feng picked up the second letter, which was written by Makalu himself.

Jiang Feng glanced at him roughly, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but hook up a smile.

The letter was simple, but it was just a single line.

The more than 100 slaves he wanted with the strength of high-level knights were finally gathered!