"I really don't know what the hell that secret room is, you *go find it yourself. Asa was also a little hysterical and screamed. The huge psychological pain just now had already pushed him to the limit, and he felt as if he was only one step away from going crazy.

Bishop Javi did not react to his angry roar, but quietly grasped the last finger of the black elf's right hand, and said lightly as if he were persuading a friend to have another cup of tea: "Think again, remember again." Don't worry, she'll hold on. Even if you don't have any confidence in your memories, be sure to have faith in my white magic. ”

At this moment, there was a rush of footsteps outside, followed by a shout: "Your Excellency, I have something to report to you." ”

"Something important?" Bishop Javi was stunned and quickly got up. He had a strict order not to allow anyone else to come near this place unless it was extremely urgent. And since someone is reporting it now, it means that something really urgent has happened. He turned and walked out of the dungeon with Rodhart.

The door to the dungeon closed sullenly, and there was silence, save for the gasps of Asa and the Black Elves.

"Brute, how can this be......" Asa convulsed in agony on the ground, you rotten snake that had been pulled out of its spine. For the first time in his life, he felt such pain.

He had been through many battles, and he had been badly wounded, his bones were broken, and his muscles were torn apart and pulled apart by the broken bones. Even the internal organs are shattered...... He'd experienced all of them, but he didn't know them until now. The most painful thing is not the ** pain, but this mental torture.

Every word the cardinal had just said to him hit him hard. The most painful word is undoubtedly implementation, because it represents an irrefutable reality.

Regret, humiliation, anger, hostility...... When you understand that all the reasons are actually because of yourself, these emotions will double back, constantly biting and squeezing in your heart. Trample. Therefore, people habitually like to make excuses for their mistakes, and find an object to vent their hostility and humiliation. It's not just an escape, it's a subconscious way to protect your emotions.

But there is no escaping reality after all. And escape never gives people any strength, only when people face the inescapable pain and reality, accept this suffering, will they gain the courage to transcend reality.

This courage is the true strength of a person. Strength in pain.

Asa slowly straightened up and half-sat up, his gums bleeding from his own force.

Behind the library of the Academy of Magic, Bishop Javi was led here by several priests to look at a large hole in the wall, with Rodhart beside him.

"You said you had something important to report, just to let me see the cave?" Bishop Javi looked at the rotten wall, his face was about the same as the wall.

The pastor next to him immediately bowed his head and reported, "Your Excellency, this is how it is. A few of us were here just now, and suddenly we saw this wall break. A large figure flew out of it, and disappeared over the trees and walls. ”

"You guys come to me for this kind of thing, why don't you just let Archpriest Ryan take a look?" Although this does sound like a strange thing, the cardinal's mind is not here, and he is a little impatient.

The pastors were also a little embarrassed, and several of them were young people. Bishop Javi has shown great skill and his own bearing during this time. Temperament and momentum have long established their image and prestige in the Academy of Magic and the royal capital, especially these young priests and magicians worship them as idols. Therefore, although several high priests and priests in the middle and upper echelons of the Academy of Magic still did not let go and handed over power to him, in the eyes of many people below, he was already the successor of Bishop Ronis. So he was the first person to come to him after this incident.

"Here's the thing...... a young pastor quickly explained. "When we saw this strange thing, we thought at first that someone was doing something and that the magic test had failed or something, so we went in through this hole and looked around, and after a while, we found out...... The specimen of the eagle in the library is missing. At this time, a few of us remembered that the one that broke through the wall and flew out seemed to be the specimen of the eagle owl, and ...... There seems to be a person sitting on it......"

"Huh?" Bishop Javi's face changed slightly. Although no one who heard that the specimen could move on its own and break through the wall would certainly not be indifferent afterwards, the look on his face seemed a little too much for his status as a cardinal. He and Rodhart glanced at each other.

The priest continued to lower his voice and said, "I participated in the battle to encircle and suppress that necromancer in the royal capital a year ago, and I later recalled when the specimen of the eagle owl flew out...... There seems to be a slight magic fluctuation ...... The smell of necromancy...... So we hurried to inform the bishop. ”

Bishop Javi's face became solemn and serious as he walked out of the hole into the library, looked around, and then at the hole where the specimen had been brought. Suddenly, his body shook, and he turned to the priests and nodded, "You guys are doing a good job, very good. By the way, don't mention this to anyone just yet, you know?"

Then, before the priests could nod their heads and get excited, the cardinal's figure had already swooped out like a gust of wind.

"I have something urgent to do, you'd better go check with those two people first to make sure nothing goes wrong, and then go back to the Paladin's headquarters to gather people and wait just in case. Javey said to Rodhart, who came after him.

Rodhart nodded silently, then turned and walked in the direction of the dungeon.

The door to the dungeon opened, and the situation inside didn't seem to change. Rodhart walked up and looked at the black elves on the ground. He looked at Asa in the prison again and sighed softly. From the time he was with Jarvey, his face has always been as calm as water, cold as ice. It was only at this time that a trace of guilt finally appeared on his face, and he whispered, "I'm sorry......"

He said it softly, and he was looking at the ground rather than at Asa. He leaned down and placed his hand on the body of the dying black elf on the ground, chanting a spell in a low voice. Jessica let out a long gasp after the flash of white magic, and the muscles on her face weren't so distorted. Rodhart opened the cell again and threw her in with Asa.

Asa was still half-seated against the wall, and for a moment he looked as haggard and tired as if he had trekked ten thousand miles in the wilderness. The original fierce look has long been gone. The radiant eyes in their sockets were now bloodshot, and they looked at Rodhart unexpectedly but intentionally, and did not say anything.

Rodhart said no more. He just quietly checked the cell, then turned to leave.

"Nothing to be sorry about. Asa said suddenly.

"Huh?" Rodhart was slightly stunned. Turned to look at him.

"I said nothing sorry. You're just doing your thing, and it's my own fault that I sent it to you. You're a trade-off. A person who knows the stakes and chooses rationally. It's my own fault, I have taken your heart into your belly, thinking that you are just as naïve as I am. So nothing to be sorry about. Not only do you have more power and better chances with him, but he seems to be more likely to handle Chriss's affairs than I am. Asa said lightly. His voice was calm now, and his bloodshot eyes, though unscrupulous and haggard, were beginning to have something else in them.

"Thank you. Rodhart nodded, nodding to the friend he had just betrayed, a look of indescribable hue on his face. With the depth of his city and scheming, these feelings still cannot be completely concealed.

"No thanks. Asa also nodded politely to the friend who had stabbed him in the back. He was completely calm. "I finally understood, and I admitted that what that guy said just now was indeed right. It's all my own fault...... It's just that I'm a little strange that you don't have confidence in your teacher so much? Do you really think that Captain Roland will do anything about you?"

"It's not that I don't have confidence in Mr. Roland, but I have more confidence in Deya Valley. I just have more confidence in Bishop Javi......" Rodhart replied lightly.

"You can see that he does seem to have a lot of faith in you. It's reassuring to let you know everything and to keep you here to watch us. The calmer Asa's expression became, the more obvious the little thing in the depths of his eyes became.

"You're wrong, he's not having faith in me, he's having faith in what's at stake. Trust that is maintained by stakes is always stronger and more stable than that of feelings......" After saying this, Rodhart turned around and walked to the door of the dungeon. When he arrived at the door, he suddenly stopped, did not look back, but whispered: "Sometimes I also recall the past, when I believed in what feelings and justice were, it was really naïve and ridiculous...... But...... Sometimes it's a little ......."

In the end, his voice was completely quiet, inaudible. He never looked back, opened the door and walked out.

With the muffled sound of the iron door closing again, Asa also withdrew his gaze. He was still haggard and embarrassed, but the little thing in his eyes that had never been there was one began to light up.

That's fire, and it's lava. But it wasn't the kind of flame that sent heat and light outward, and the flame condensed like ice, because the power and the light were all projected into one's heart. This is the power of the heart that comes out of real suffering and tempering.

"Does that stinky old man really care about anything?" Asa sighed, closed his eyes in disgust, and took in the last trace of the exposed in his heart, and lay still.

At this moment, three hundred miles away from the royal capital, a battle was nearing its end.

The steel puppet's huge hands merged, and finally caught the body of the swordsman in the middle. The sound of armor and bones and internal organs merging together was like someone crushing a hundred eggs at the same time, and blood gushed out of the completely twisted and deformed body in a spurt.

But the shattered ground was only between the waist and belly of the swordsman's land. The swordsman's head and chest and arms were still there. Although he will definitely not live anymore. But after all, he didn't die immediately, so he used all the residual power in this remnant body to slash the puppet's chest with a sword.

In the smashing of the long sword, the magic runes on the puppet's body were also shattered a lot, and the puppet's movements were obviously sluggish. The magic runes that maintain the puppet's movement are engraved in the puppet's body, and even heavy weapons such as hammers and axes are difficult to injure. It can be seen that the destructive power of this sword is huge.

The puppet let go of his hand, and the swordsman, who was no longer human, fell to the ground. There was not even the slightest scream from this definitely good fighter, as if the very purpose of his existence was only to slash such a sword.

There are already a lot of such scars on the body of the puppet, and generally compared to destroying the core hidden deep in the body. Slowly destroying them like this is the only way to deal with these steel monsters. As long as the body structure is damaged enough, these puppets will also fall apart entirely.

Suddenly, a large, sharp pillar of earth appeared on the ground and slammed into the metal puppet's body. It makes a muffled sound like hitting a bell. Under such a heavy blow, the massive metal monster finally froze, then shuddered, and fell.

This is the last metal puppet, and the rest of the land has long since fallen into a pile of scrap metal. Not only that, but there are also many gargoyle remains scattered around. These are the fronts of these swordsmen. But relatively. He was the last swordsman to fall just now. The last mage on the team used what little magic he had left to perform an earth-based spell to complete the lose-lose scenario. At the same time, the magician's body shook, and two black blood slowly flowed out of his nose, and he slowly fell to the ground and shrunk into a ball.

In mid-air, the necromancer withdrew his gaze and sighed softly. This is a few hundred meters above the ground, and at such a distance, he can kill a person with a dark soul impact, and the opponent is still a high-level opponent, even with his ability, it is a little difficult.

"These guys are amazing...... "Another chubby. The magician, who also wore a silver skeletal mask, wept and mourned. Because all the metal puppets below are his, and almost all of the gargoyles are made by him, each of these things is worth at least half a city, if not a priceless price. And there are two metal puppets, just a face, and they are scrap metal under Roland's sword.

"These people who are close to protect the emperor are all from the Holy Knights, and it is really impossible to take down others unharmed with just your two scrap metals. Master Aiden, who was floating in mid-air, said lightly. Only he didn't sit on a gargoyle, compared to the attainments of air magic that no one else on his continent could match. The Gargoyle is a flying puppet with as much agility and speed as a pig.

"Master Aiden, if you can help a little more, maybe I won't need to lose so much. The necromancer continued to weep with a sad face.

Master Aiden still said coldly: "I said, I'm just responsible for containing Roland. Now I've at least done that. Nopolinot, do you think that pile of broken ** my life is worth anything, do you want me to fly close and fight him head-on?" This was the consequence of what he recklessly accepted at the beginning of the battle.

In fact, it's not that Master Aiden is careless, in terms of the battle between a magician and a warrior, a distance of fifty meters is definitely safe, not to mention Master Aiden's perfect flying skills. So he approached the sky above them at the beginning.

But Captain Roland only took out a sword, and no one knew how that sword didn't need to cross the distance of fifty meters in the blink of an eye to come to Master Aiden. And the speed of that sword was so sudden that even the fastest and most agile falcon couldn't dodge it. Fortunately, Master Aiden's flying skills were indeed a little faster than the falcon, so he barely managed to dodge. After that, he never came within a hundred meters of Roland, and only harassed him with magic at that absolutely safe distance.

"No need to argue anymore, it seems that our goal has been achieved anyway. Although this guy did fight more than we could have imagined, in the end we won. The other necromancer said coldly looking down.

Now there were only two people standing below them. One was the Emperor of Love Nfast. One is the head of the Paladin's Roland. The ground around the two of them was littered with gargoyle pieces. Magically blasted craters, broken limbs and wreckage of guards.

In this hellish place of Shura, Roland was still standing straight, his face was still as cold as a mountain, the sword in his hand was still held so tightly, and there was not even a trace of battle scars or messes on his body, like an immortal statue of the god of war. But in fact, he knew that he was almost at the limit.

No matter who it is, it has to face the non-stop magic bombardment of three top magicians in the sky to be able to hold out for so long. From time to time, he will also step aside to help others deal with puppets and gargoyles. At this point, the oil will run out.

Although Geffenhardt XVII behind him was already as pale as earth, he could continue to stand after all. But Roland knew in his heart that it was not that he and his subordinates were well protected, but that the three magicians did not regard the emperor as a target at all.

With Geffenhardt XVII's hands powerless, if the target of these three necromancers is really him, I'm afraid that all the members of the Holy Knights will be powerless here. One of them, the Dark and Soul Magician who wields darkness and soul magic, is an excellent sniper for such a weak target. But he never made a move against His Majesty the Emperor. Instead, he slowly killed other swordsmen one by one from a long distance. The other two necromancers, one controlling the puppet to attack, and the other hovering around him with air magic that was far more nimble than a bird. On three occasions when he and his men tried to use the teleportation scroll on His Majesty the Emperor, the necromancer immediately rained down a chain of lightning and thunderbolts, and the other two attacked by all means, the first two times interrupting the teleportation magic. The last time, the priests in the team risked their lives to use the Holy Shelter to protect the Emperor and use the teleportation scroll to leave, but the necromancers used an extremely rare 'space lock' scroll to completely seal off all spatial magic in the area.

Being able to allow necromancers to use this kind of scroll only as a last resort also shows that this kind of thing is rare and rare. Outside of the breach, the three necromancers were careful to keep them at an altitude of absolute safety. Slowly, he used puppet and single attack magic to consume his fighting spirit, physical strength, and the lives of his men.

Roland could see what the three necromancers were aiming for, and they were actually aiming for themselves.

It's not that the necromancer who used air magic to the point of not using the top-notch air magic 'Stars Falling', and the other necromancer didn't use the range magic 'Soul Eater', which fused soul and darkness, not that they couldn't use it. It's that they don't want to use it, this kind of large-scale killing magic is not very effective for Roland, but Geffenhardt XVII is likely to suffer.

They didn't want to hurt the Emperor, but they had to stop him from using the teleportation scroll to escape, because for Roland, the Emperor was a burden that he couldn't abandon. As long as the emperor remains here, he will have scruples and tie his hands and feet whether he wants to escape or fight back desperately. So they could rest assured that Roland would be consumed to death at a distance of absolute safety.

Although the strength of the three necromancers themselves is far above Roland, there is undoubtedly only one way to ensure that Roland is absolutely unable to escape while ensuring that he can not be harmed. Although the time will drag on a little longer, and the means will seem a little mean, but they are absolutely effective.

"It's almost over, let's do it together. I can see that this guy's fighting spirit and physical strength have almost been exhausted. Master Aiden flew down first, and at the same time, with a casual move, a thunderous bomb flew towards Roland.

Watching the thunderball fly closer, Roland felt that his hand seemed to spasm. This magic had already been split, crushed, and dodged many times before, in addition to fireballs, ice spikes, wind swords, and so on. His senses were beginning to go a little numb, and the sword in his hand had become much heavier than usual. I wonder if he will be able to split this time? This time, but what about the next one that will definitely be like a storm?

But at this moment, a small black dot flew out of nowhere and quickly burrowed into the thunderball. The thunderbolt suddenly deformed, making a strange noise, and the hand disintegrated in mid-air.

Master Aiden's figure in mid-air slumped. Suddenly, he seemed to feel something, looked up, and then his body shook.

Despite wearing the silver skull mask on his face, the eyes of Master Aiden's bare lower face still showed a look of horror. It's like seeing the most incredible scenario.

Unbelievable (continued)

The idol in the center of the teaching has been removed, revealing a dark opening. The rancid stench and moisture emanating from the mouth of the estate made Grand Priest Ryan frown.

It is undoubtedly extremely inappropriate to open this originally secret place at this time, if it weren't for the cardinal's somewhat faux pax anxiously asking to go in at this time, Grand Priest Ryan would never have opened this place at this time. He had to call everyone out of the cathedral and not let anyone else in.

Although this dungeon is the most secret place in the magic academy, there are still several people who know about it, and they naturally will not hide it from the successor cardinal. However, no one knows why this dungeon was built and what it really does. If you just keep those dangerous monsters in prison, you can build a prison somewhere else, and it seems that there is no need to deliberately ...... underground in the sacred cathedral

However, Archpriest Ryan didn't want to delve into this now, and he vaguely felt that maybe the cardinal knew something about himself. Although Bishop Javi has not officially taken over the Academy of Magic yet, and he is still in charge of the key, it is not easy to refuse his hasty request. He could see that perhaps the cardinal might really take over the Academy of Magic.

Just a few days after coming to the royal capital, Bishop Javi first cured Her Majesty's strange illness, and then the news came that Her Majesty would fully support him, and at the same time, Lord Rodhart was also very close to him, and Lord Bishop also went to the Prime Minister's Mansion almost every day to get close to the Prime Minister. Although it has long been a consensus not to let this outsider take charge of the magic academy, the trend of this development has to be reconsidered.

As the newly appointed cardinal. Naturally, every place has to be inspected. This dungeon was visited by Bishop Javi under the leadership of the High Priest two days ago. Archpriest Ryan couldn't stand the smell inside, stuffed it between people's chests and abdomen like rotten cotton, but the cardinal was very interested in this place, and looked around very carefully, while constantly asking Archpriest Ryan about the situation in this prison. It's a pity that Archpriest Ryan is really not interested in talking about anything there, and the cardinal seems to have some scruples, and he actually has a reluctant expression when he hurriedly walks out of the basement.

And this time the cardinal was about to go down again, and although Archpriest Ryan felt a little strange, he didn't ask much. Although he did not know whether the cardinal would not become his true leader in the future, he knew that in this unclear situation. It's better not to delve into these unclear things.

There was a terrible silence in the dungeon. This is 100 meters underground. All sounds were shut out. And there's nothing in it that can make a sound, except for the Bishop.

All the monster dungeon cages have been opened, but all the prisoners have become corpses. Whether it's the ogre-like Minotaur or Medusa and Evil Eye, all living monsters have become shattered wreckage and lay in pools of blood. A few ghosts and skeleton zombies stood silently in the corner, motionless. Just looking at Bishop Javi in the center of the prison, he is more obedient than the most obedient dog.

Bishop Javi shook his hand and shook the blood stain from his sword back into its sheath, and looked around anxiously. He'd searched the dungeon as carefully as he could, not even the ones where the monsters were kept, but he still hadn't found the clues he needed.

If time permitted, he would knock down every inch of the floor and walls in this dungeon, and carefully pinch it in his hands to examine. The vast and tight magical barrier outside the dungeon was a bit too much for a place where monsters were kept, and Javi had a vague feeling that the power and sophistication of this barrier was far greater and deeper than it seemed on the surface. If what that guy says is true, there's really no other hidden place. This should indeed be the most reasonable place to collect that thing, as the teacher said.

But there wasn't much time left for him to look up slowly, and Javi knew very well that the most important item in Sandru's bottom line for himself was probably referring to this, so now was a very important opportunity. Now there is only one way to find out, and it is the only most effective way to use this incredible opportunity.

The floor of the dungeon was covered with stains from years of accumulation, and the blood of the monsters was flowing all over the floor, but Bishop Javi sat down cross-legged and slowly closed his eyes.

At this time, the royal capital was three hundred kilometers south. Master Aiden glared at the flying figure, his expression like he had seen a ghost.

Strictly speaking, it wasn't like he had seen the hell. As a necromancer, whether it's a ghost or a skeleton zombie or something like that, Master Aiden feels no different from looking at a dog and a cat, so his expression now is not that he sees a ghost, but that he is the same as other ordinary people who see a ghost, with fear and horror in disbelief.

What knocked that thunderous bomb to the ground just now was actually just a small sparrow, but this sparrow flew too fast and accurately, if it weren't for the fact that Master Aiden's eagle eye technique had reached the top level, he would never be able to see the true face of that black spot at a glance.

If you can knock a thunderous bullet away, you can't be an ordinary sparrow. But it wasn't the sparrow that made Master Aiden look like that, it was the person who made the sparrow fly.

A huge bird of prey has already flown over the area, spreading a huge wingspan of nearly ten meters, which is a large eagle that is unique to the Sandface Mountains. But no one cared how this rare bird of prey could fly here, and everyone's eyes and attention were focused on the man sitting upright on the eagle.

Not only Master Aiden, but also Nopodnott and another necromancer had the same expression on their faces at the same time. Unbelievable, terrifying,. Fear.

on the ground. Seeing this scene, Captain Roland finally breathed a sigh of relief. Originally, it was just a precautionary agreement and means of communication, but I didn't think that there would be a day when it would be useful.

"What's the matter?, have they come with reinforcements again?" asked Geffenhardt XVII, fearfully. Being able to stand on his feet at this time without collapsing to the ground shows that His Majesty the Emperor seems to have gradually become much more courageous.

Roland shook his head and sighed, only then did he realize that the sword in his hand was not very stable, and replied, "No, it is our rescuer." ”

In mid-air, the figure on the eagle was dressed in just an ordinary priest's robe, and his gray hair and beard were messily gathered together, and the strong wind in the air was shaking. He, like the three necromancers, wore a mask on his face. It is also in the shape of a skull. However, the three of Master Aiden's were silver, and his was a miserable pale gold.

"I didn't expect it......," the man spoke. Although the wind is strong in the sky. But he didn't seem to use much force, but his voice reached everyone's ears clearly. "I really didn't expect that one day, three necromancers would gather just to kill one person, and in such a boring and unaesthetic way. ”

The three of them couldn't move as if they had been transformed into clay sculptures, and the only sound left in the air was the sound of gargoyles and eagles flapping their wings, and Nopolinot's half-raised hands flashed with the light of magic, that was

A froststorm that hasn't been finished yet. But he didn't finish it halfway through the clutches, nor did he dissipate it.

The size of the eagle eagle is not larger than that of a gargoyle, and the person sitting on it does not seem to be very powerful, but once it appears, it completely shocks everyone. God took it. His sitting posture was crooked, and his body could be seen to be an old man, and at first glance there was neither momentum nor coercion, but unconsciously, the space centered on him seemed to become dark and obscure.

The man on the eagle sighed and said, "And what I didn't expect the most." The noble necromancers can now be gathered like mad dogs for power and profit. ”

This person's voice was not only not loud, but his tone was also very calm, as if he was just chatting with a friend, but cold sweat began to soak from the heads of the three masters Aiden.

The man's hand stopped saying this, and the three necromancers were silent. Half an hour later. Nopolinot finally broke the dull silence by speaking first, and he said in a dry voice, "Dear former acting guildmaster, you seem to have sworn in front of the dark star when you left the guild that you would never interfere in anything with the guild again. ”

"You have a good memory...... I can't even remember this oath, but I can't help you ......remember it," the man behind the golden skull mask nodded in reply. This answer made the faces of the other three necromancers change visibly, but he slowly continued, "But since you reminded me, I will naturally obey it." As a necromancer, even a former necromancer, it is impossible to break the oath he made in front of the Dark Star...... But I seem to be reminded by your reminder, and my oath seems to be that as long as the well water between me and the guild does not interfere with the river water. If you don't take the initiative to provoke me, I won't make a move, right? ”

"But we didn't do anything wrong with you. The chubby necromancer hurriedly said.

"No, I did. The golden skull mask clicked.

The three necromancers looked at each other.

The necromancer on the eagle waved his hand lightly and said, "You don't have to understand the key, you just need to understand that I won't lie to you." If you really want to kill him, then you will provoke me. So get out of here now. ”

"But you can at least explain what the hell is going on, we have spent so much effort and puppetry, just because you say this......"

The golden skeleton was silent for a long time, and the black and white eyes under the mask slowly scanned the three of them, and finally spoke: "Ronnie Qi is no longer there, if I really let you kill the guy below, maybe it will be my turn next time." He's a very potential ally of mine at all times, so I can't let him die. His voice grew hard and cold. "And you are embarrassed to call yourself a necromancer for such a deed? Needless to say, I also know why you came here and who asked you to do what. You should be glad I'm no longer the acting guildmaster of the Diya Valley, otherwise all three of you would have to get out of the Diya Valley forever. ”

"I admit that we did misbehave...... Nopolinot said cautiously. "But isn't that a bit of a strong argument? ”

"Have you become worse inspired than I am, and how can I be so reasonable?" the Golden Mask shook his head disdainfully.

Master Aiden nodded and said, "You don't know how to use strong words, I remember that you have always been too lazy to talk about reason, how can you still use strong words to reason." Now you actually start talking so much instead of doing it as soon as you come up, it seems that your anger has been consumed too much over the years. ”

"Yes, even I feel like I'm already very broad-minded. The golden skeleton nodded.

"But I remember that you don't seem to be such a big-hearted person, and no matter how much the fire is extinguished, the flame will not be extinguished. Master Aiden said. Of the three, he was the only one who could not be completely swallowed by the momentum emanating from this person's body, intentionally or unintentionally, and his voice gradually returned to its usual desolate indifference.

The golden skull suddenly sneered lightly and said, "That's right, in fact, I'm just looking at it like this." As soon as you three make a move, you can kill me here. ”

The other two necromancers couldn't help but look at Master Aiden, but the face at the bottom of his mask was not unusual, and his voice was still cold: "Where." After all, you were once one of the leaders of the Diya Valley, so how can we do it to you?"

"You're welcome, just give it a try if you want to. Otherwise, maybe you will be tied to me in the future. The golden skull mask sighed, as if persuading an old friend. "You know that although I am a small-minded and short-tempered person, I still have the advantage of being told the truth. I'll tell you right now that the three of you are better than me combined. How about it? Would you like to give it a try?"