But why on earth did he take that path? What did he do with the hilt of his sword to Moriel? A good path that Archibald had left for the acting guildmaster after practicing true meditation. ”

"I don't know, I don't bother to guess, I just know that the person who raised the dark star has really appeared, and our road has finally come to an end. This is the fate of those of us who are above our destiny. We can only watch, wait, and accept our fate. Shante replied lightly, his voice still dry, and he was not happy. "That's why I want to come up here and have a look at it now. ”

Stephen stopped talking. The two necromancers gazed together at the pitch-black star on the altar. The wind was still fierce, and the two old men stood like two statues on the top of this dead mountain range.

The Necromantic Guild was founded by Archibald to protect this, and he also created necromantic magic with the breath on this artifact: Necromantic Guild, Necromantic Magic, and Necromancers all exist because of this sword.

"What Mistress Archibald said is true...... Is it an irresistible fate?" said Stephen, who doesn't know how long it took.

Shanter's eyebrows were wrinkled, and his eyes, which had been staring at the dark star, turned to look at Stephen, and said lightly: "You shouldn't be the kind of clown who doesn't know how to advance or retreat like Aiden and Nimbas, and you shouldn't have Sandru's impulsive and reckless personality." Can't you even face your fate head-on?"

"It's not that I'm afraid to face it, at our age and point, what else is there that I don't dare to face......" Stephen said lightly, just stunned for a short while, his eyes were still clear and flexible.

"It's just a suspicion. ”

"Doubt?

Stephen didn't answer. Deya Valley was founded by him, necromancy was also invented by this magical genius, and everything about the necromancer was created by him. The necromancer is suspicious of Archibald. It seems as strange as the earthlings in the church doubt the Lord of Heaven. But believers are not necessarily religious, and piety is not necessarily sincere.

Shante understands that necromancers are clear and lofty, but their minds are not easily paralyzed by any belief or prophecy. He spoke slowly, "Even if you are suspicious, it is useless. When he took the hilt of his sword and merged with the earthly aura in it. The aura emanating from his body already resonated with the imprint of the pitch-black volume within me, and I could barely resist kneeling down to him. ”

"It was only then that I realized that as long as he did raise the Dark Star, whether we wanted it or not, the imprint of the Dark Star left in our bodies would make us automatically surrender to him, just as the Dread Knight I made would be controlled by my mind. When we became necromancers and accepted the brand of the Dark Star, and gained the right to live in the Shadow Vortex Mountains and the Valley of Diya, we accepted our fate long ago. This is a fact, you need not doubt it. ”

"I see...... It turns out that this surrender is not an exhortation or a rule. It's an irresistible fact. Stephen smiled wryly, but then shook his head and continued. "But I don't doubt that, I suspect Lord Archibald. Perhaps not everything was expected by Lord Archibald. ”

"Oh?

"At least from the path that was originally taken by the acting guildmaster, but the kid has gone down. Mistress Archibald didn't expect this. Or maybe he didn't expect this kid to appear. ”

Shante was silent for a while, and nodded: "Lord Archibald is only a human, not a god. There was no reason for him to have predicted everything five hundred years from now. ”

"But it was this boy who unexpectedly picked up the Pitch Black Star...... Embarked on a path that was not prepared for him......"

Shante didn't say anything or say anything, and listened quietly to Stephen's words.

"Most importantly, I don't really know what Master Archibald wants. He left behind a meditation of truth, the robe of the ghost king, and also prophesied that the one who pulls up the dark star will become the king of the necromancy...... But he never seemed to say that he was going to let the necromancer pull up the dark star. ”

"Qingming Gaoyuan was originally desireless and desireless. The real Necronomicon wouldn't have tried to be the king of the necromancy, only the idiots of Aiden, the madmen of Vidna's kind, would think about it. Although there were not many such fools and madmen for 500 years, all of them ended up barely practicing true meditation and died. Shante said lightly, his eyes narrowed, as if he was recalling. smiled. "Hehe, decades ago, I was almost crazy......"

"Teacher, the passage you guarded Moriel, there is actually not only one way to see the black dragon, almost every generation of acting guild leaders will go to inspect the seal. Why can the Acting Guildmaster who practices Meditation on Truth go that way?"

Shante glanced at him and said lightly, "I didn't expect you to be a restless guy too." Does it make sense to delve into this?"

"It's just curiosity. Stephen smiled.

"On a trip to the Far East, I noticed something strange in your head. ”

Stephen still smiled and didn't speak.

"Don't be curious soon. The boy must have gone to Morriel. What should happen will happen, we just have to watch quietly. ”

"Well...... Maybe. Stephen nodded, looked at the pitch-black sword body and didn't say anything more. After a while, he turned and walked away the way he came.

The staircase of countless obsidian stones stretched from the top of the mountain to the base of the mountain like a slender line, and Stephen's steps were so large that they soon became an inconspicuous dot on the thin line.

"The acting guildmaster of the Necromantic Guild broke the hilt of the Black Star? Can he still guide you to hand over the hilt of the Black Star to me? What happened to Archibald's disciples? Five hundred years doesn't seem like a long time. The Necromantic Guild that only the smartest and most talented people can enter, the necromancers he said will keep their clarity and loftiness, what the hell is wrong with these? Even the hilt of the sword has fallen into the hands of others, which is really humiliating. ”

Morriel looked at Asa and smiled like an adult who saw an ignorant child do something ridiculous. Her smile was as loud as a hundred elephants, and Asa could barely hold back her ears.

He only felt dizzy, not just this huge laughter. Moriel's reaction, the reason for his laughter, and his words all made him even more misty when he was already in the clouds.

"The nature of the dragon is still the revenge of the Archibald seal, so I will definitely accept the dark star. Do they all think so? Do they know about it, or do I know about it? How much do they know about what happened between Akibald and me? Why don't they think he would play some tricks when they think of him as an unattainable god?" Moriel's smile began to smack of mockery, and the strange face came to Asa and asked word by word. "What about you, how many of them do you know? Great young man who wants to save the world and put an end to strife. ”

Asa didn't speak, he didn't know what to say, he didn't even know what to think. He felt like his head was no better than a mess of mush.

Granny El didn't lie to herself, but Granny El was wrong, although she still didn't know what was going on, but she already knew that Moriel's place was by no means the end of everything he expected.

The effort and expectation from the beginning to the end were not in vain, and even the anger that Lancelot had when he took the hilt of his sword now seemed as ridiculous as a puppet show.

"Interesting humans, just so funny. The self-righteous little reptiles ......" Moriel was still laughing, and a huge sound emanated from Hao's petite body like angry waves, hitting Asa's ears, rushing into his heart, hitting his repressed psychological defense.

"Laugh at your mother, shut up. Asa burst into a loud snort. His eyes were already red, and he stared at the red-haired woman in front of him. The feeling of extreme disappointment, bewilderment, and being fooled and despised was like a basin of oil burning on the anger he had been suppressing, and finally exploded.

Morriel did stop immediately, her laughter stopped, she looked at Asa, and asked word by word, "What can you do if I don't stop talking?"

Asamran, he really can't do anything.

"Being able to come here shows that you are not too stupid, and you should be able to understand that it is useless for me to kill you, and it does not mean that I can't kill you. "Moriel still doesn't have a murderous aura on his body, just like when he killed those minotaurs.

Asa took a deep breath, suppressed all the anger he had vented a little, and said, "All I know is that if I don't come or if I don't make a move, then you will be dead." ”

"You mean I should be grateful?" Morriel smiled, her smile returning to the kind of smile that didn't show the slightest kindness. "Imposing human moral values on other animals is one of the most self-righteous places for human beings. ”

"Didn't you say you'd thank me?" replied reluctantly.