The wind was blowing gently.

In the dark "development area", there is hardly a single figure in sight.

Oh no, there's one. Angel sneakily walked up with one hand on his shoulder bag.

The Academy of Magic is built on the roots of the sacred tree, so the "Pending Development Zone" is also on the roots of the tree.

The staggered root system looks like a hill after a hill. At the same time, there are also large and small tree holes that resemble caves.

There is only one such place under the entire sacred tree.

In the distance, Angel saw three members of the Vascular Committee who were in charge of the inspection. He walked straight to them.

"President!"

"President. ”

"President...... Why did you get here?"

Seeing Angel, the three members of the Vascular Management Committee hurriedly stopped.

"I ...... Just walk around. With that, Angel shook his head and said to them, "Go and look at the rest of the place." Here, I didn't tell you not to come. ”

"Uh...... What are you going to do, President?" asked one of the members of the Maintenance.

Another member of the Vascular Management Committee hurriedly pinched him: "Why are you asking so much?"

So, the member of the maintenance committee who raised the question quickly changed his tone and said to Angel: "Okay, president, let's go and see other places!"

The other two members of the Vascular Committee chimed in.

"Yes, President. ”

"Got it, President. ”

All three members of the Conservation Committee left.

Angel looked left and right for a moment, then quietly found a hole in the tree and got in.

It's not a big tree hole. The entrance is narrow, enough for one person to pass sideways and get inside...... In fact, the space is not large, a total of more than a dozen square meters. The ground looks relatively flat, but there is mud and dead leaves everywhere, and I don't know how many years it has accumulated.

The moonlight peeked diagonally through the notch in the top.

Angel snapped his fingers. Soon, a small fireball appeared in front of him, levitating, becoming the main source of light in the tree hollow.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" the devil muttered quietly, "You've made very fast progress. Barring any accidents, you will become the greatest mage in the history of the Blood Elves...... One. ”

Angel pulled out a piece of linen from his shoulder bag and spread it on the flat ground covered with mud and fallen leaves: "One of the greatest magicians in the history of the Blood Elves...... It must be limited to the 'Blood Elf', and it can only be 'one of them'. Don't you think it's pathetic?"

The devil sighed and could only stand by and watch silently.

Angel took out the material tray, dipped the dye with his pen, lowered his head and began to draw on the linen.

Drops of sweat slipped down his forehead, and occasionally hit the sackcloth, which he would carefully wipe away with the handkerchief he carried with him.

It can be seen that he is actually very nervous.

Halfway through writing, he stopped abruptly, and sat against the wall of the hollow, silently looking at the spread of linen.

"What's the matter, hesitating?" the devil asked him.

"Hesitation is impossible. Angel wiped the sweat from his face, took a deep breath, and replied, "The more you learn magic, the more you feel, the more you feel small." The Blood Elves have been around for tens of thousands of years, and they have been in contact with gods and demons for tens of thousands of years, but we still don't know where they came from. We've even fought with them...... It's ridiculous. There are also murals in the college hall depicting the war with gods and demons, and the people on them are called 'heroes'...... Oh my God, are those really heroes? When we fought with gods and demons, weren't we on the other side? Not to mention ordinary blood elf soldiers, the so-called 'heroes', were actually just tools. Who is willing to be a tool for the rest of their lives, and they don't know what the world is going on until they die?"

As he spoke, Angel leaned down on the sackcloth again, picked up his pen, and continued to draw the circle little by little. Magical symbols are embedded in it, and occasionally Angel injects magic into them to test if it works well.

"You're quite right. The devil muttered, "But don't you think it's too early? ”

"The most powerful blood elf mage known, with one hundred and twenty-one levels of magical power. That's an epic magician. He only reached this level when he was 1,800 years old, less than a hundred years before he died of old age. Except for him, none of the others were more than a hundred levels. But if you look at the information I have found, angels and demons, more than 100 levels are very common. We have no way of knowing how powerful the so-called 'Holy Spirit' and 'Demon Lord' are. Do you think there will be a big difference between my eighth-level and eighth-level summoning demons?"

"Hmm...... I have reservations. The devil spread his hands helplessly.

......

In the deserted flower garden, on the large withered yellow leaves, Qili sat alone on a bench, waiting. From time to time, he glanced up at the canopy of the sacred tree on top, and the red moon running through the gaps in the leaves. The expression looked a little displeased.

......

"Alright. Angel slowly picked up the pen and wiped the beads of sweat from his face with his left hand: "The magic array constructed by pure dark magic power, as long as it is activated, then pure dark creatures within thousands of kilometers, especially demons, will perceive it. I've injected some abyssal words into it, hoping they'll know what message I'm trying to deliver. ”

"I think you're rolling the dice, just betting on luck. The devil spread his hands helplessly.

"I never said it wasn't a gamble on luck. Angel scattered the rest of the materials in his shoulder bag: "If it succeeds, then I will take a new step." Looking back from the other step, you will find that what you have done is so insignificant. ”

"What if it fails?" the devil asked.

"If it fails, according to the agreement between the Blood Elves and Hell, they can't do anything with me. ”

"Yes, are you sure that the agreement is still valid? Even the agreement between hell and heaven has been torn up. ”

"At least I haven't heard of it being torn up. That agreement may not be that important to hell, but I'm even less important than that. At least I can be sure that they won't tear up the agreement for my sake. ”

Standing up and taking two steps back, Angel took a deep breath and slowly stretched out his hands.

The devil watched him silently.

It took a while for Angel to start reciting the incantation. Like black smoke, subtle dark magic seeped out of the nails of Angel's hands, swirling in the air, converging, and then falling little by little, merging into the core of the circle.

Angel's eyes widened as he continued to chant the incantation.

Slowly, the runes written on the linen began to glow dimly, forming an identical black shadow above them.

Immediately after, the projection began to move.

Suddenly, something seemed to explode in Angel's mind. With a "buzz", he sat down on the ground, his eyes wide open.

Immediately after, countless voices appeared in his head. There are those who cry, those who shout, those who roar, those who whisper, all kinds of voices. Angel felt like his head was about to explode, so he could only grit his teeth and endure it.

The incantation has been interrupted, or rather, it has been completed.

The circle continues to function on its own.

"What's wrong with you?" asked the devil.

Angel didn't answer. None of them could stand still, and he had fallen to the ground entirely, curled up in a ball on the dead leaves next to the circle, trembling constantly. His eyes widened and his mouth widened. Sweat was frantically oozing from his skin. Even, not only sweat, but also tears, saliva.

At this moment, his mind was already a mess. All kinds of messy memories are crammed into the picture, and all kinds of negative emotions are frantically intertwined: "Save ...... Help me......"

The devil watched quietly and did nothing.

"Help me...... I'm going to be able to do it...... Fast...... Help me——!" Angel cocked his head and twitched frantically.

......

In the distance, one of the members of the Vascular Management Committee who was on patrol looked back in the direction of Angel.

"What's wrong?" asked another member.

"I seem to hear something, do you hear anything?"

"No, I didn't hear anything. It's almost time for a shift change, and it's time for us to go. ”

"Hmm. Do you want to tell the shift changer to be over there and not to go over?"

"I have to say it. ”

The three members of the maintenance committee in charge of patrolling took small steps and gradually moved away.

......

Finally, Angel's abnormal state finally stabilized.

Yes, stabilized, not lifted. Or more precisely, actually get used to it.

The picture in my head is still the same, the voice is still the same, and the negative emotions are still the same.

He lay blankly on the dead leaves, his eyes wide open, twitching little by little. It was as if he had fainted, and it was as if he was still conscious. In the faint convulsions, he began to vomit. Little by little, the food that he had eaten overflowed from his mouth.

His eyes turned slightly, and he stared at the unmoved devil on the side.

On the other hand, something seemed to be starting to condense on the magic array.

It's like some kind of black liquid, little by little, condensing and gradually getting bigger. Until the ball was the size of the ball, countless small holes suddenly appeared on the surface of the thing, and then it sucked sharply and suddenly swelled. Transformed into a slime-like creature. The difference is that slimes are green, while this one is black. It's so dark that it seems to absorb all the light.

Angel watched blankly, watching the monster squirm and land little by little, watching the monster devour the circle he had drawn whole, and then wriggling, coming towards him little by little.

"Save ...... Help me......" Angel cried out with what little strength he had left, but the sound was as faint as the chirping of mosquitoes.

Little by little, the monster still approached.

"You...... Waiting...... What the. Fast...... Save me......" Angel looked at the devil as he struggled, trying to touch the staff that had been lost to the side with his already barely controlled hand.

......

"This bastard...... I missed the appointment again!" On the flower garden, Qili cursed hatefully: "This is the first time! Is it so difficult to even meet in person?"

......

Looking at Angel, who was already dying, the devil laughed slowly: "I told you that it was better not to do this, but you didn't listen to me. Do you regret it now? It's too late. Probably...... That's fate. It's sad that you complain and don't know what's going on in the world until you die...... Now you're about to realize that you don't even know what you've been killed. Isn't it more pathetic?"

"Save ...... Help me......"

"No, it's your own decision. Everyone is responsible for their own choices, including you. ”

"Save ...... Help me......"

The devil shook his head slowly.

The black monster continued to come towards Angel little by little, and the slime-like thing had already touched Angel's body. Like a rising tide, these black liquids began to devour Angel's body little by little.

"I don't want to die...... I don't want to die...... There's a lot I still have to do...... I don't want to die......"

"What else do you want to do?" Suddenly, a voice sounded in Angel's head.

It was a hoarse-sounding voice.

"Who is it?" Angel's eyes looked around in alarm, but he didn't see anything: "I don't care who you are, ...... Help me. ”

"Why should I save you? Give me a reason. As long as you can give it, I will save you. ”

"I ...... You're a demon, aren't you? My circle summons dark creatures. I don't know how to summon this monster. If you are also summoned, then you must be a demon! Save me! As long as you save me, I will be your 'magic messenger'! Obey you! Be loyal to you! Believe me, I am very good and saved me...... You must be ......."

Gradually, the black slime has completely covered Angel. It even seeped into his body from his eyes, ears, mouth, nose and mouth. He couldn't make any more sounds, not even the voices in his head.

In the small tree hole, only the sound of black slime wriggling remained.

The fireball summoned by Angel for lighting became smaller and smaller, and was already on the verge of extinguishing.

Even, the figure of the devil is fading little by little, as if it will disappear at any time.

Suddenly, the wriggling black slime seemed to freeze all of a sudden, motionless. After a few moments, as if the picture was playing backwards, the black slime retracted frantically, detached from Angel's body, spat out the sackcloth painted with Angel's summoning circle, floated into the air, and then began to shrink.

All of this happened very suddenly, and its speed was countless times faster than just now.

In the blink of an eye, the black slime had disappeared without a trace.

Exhausted, Angel lay quietly on the dead leaves, looking feebly at the top of the tree hole.

A demon that looked like a winged toad appeared in front of Angel, and his legs slowly landed on the linen cloth painted with the magic circle.

Looking at Anjel who was dying, he grinned and said, "Hehe, blood elves who use dark magic...... It's really rare. Maybe there is some use value. ”

Oh, this is an old acquaintance, the superior demon next to the demon lord.