The Valley of Diya, the top of the Shadow Spiral Mountains.

On the small altar, the dark star was humming. The dead qi that had been condensed in the Shadow Vortex Mountains for thousands of years on the entire continent had begun to slowly activate, as if an ancient demon god who had been sleeping for hundreds of millions of years was exhaling his first breath of awakening. The black aura like the raging waves of the angry sea continued to diffuse from the sword body that was more than an inch wide and filled the surrounding space, so thick that it was no longer a breath, but a naked death.

None of the strongest dragons in this mass of death could survive, but there were several human figures, standing or sitting, as if they were one with the obsidian mountain. That's the masters of the Valley of Deya, the necromancers.

The imprint in their bodies gave them the privilege of surviving in the aura of the dark stars and living in the Shadow Spiral Mountains, but it also gave them an inescapable fate. And now each of them is here feeling this fate step by step.

There is probably no word more ethereal than the word 'fate', as if anyone who is a little smarter and more resolute can not care. But only when the irresistible person is aware of the fact that he is overwhelming step by step will he truly understand that he is nothing more than a small ant between heaven and earth.

Everyone here is a supreme wise man, a strong man, but a magician who has stirred up the continent in turmoil. Now I can only wait here quietly.

There is no escapability, no matter when and where they are, as long as this world-destroying artifact is fully pulled, the imprint on their spirits and souls in their bodies will also turn them into undead creatures loyal to the King of the Necromancy. Whether it was a completely self-conscious corpse witch or a lich who could still retain a little bit of thought no one knew and didn't want to know, but they knew that it wasn't far off. The fluctuating and active aura represents that the Necromantic King is walking here step by step.

They understood the meaning of the dark star better than anyone else, and they understood the irresistibility of this fate better than anyone else. Just as no matter how strong a person is, it is impossible to resist the laws of nature, it is no longer a difference in strength, but a difference in essence. And they may be the strongest group on the continent. As soon as you get close to the King of the Necromancy, even your sense of self will be erased, and you will become the undead servant of the King of the Necromancy.

Vidnina was among them. Her corpse-like face was still joyless, only the green fire in her eyes kept flickering.

There is no necromancer to deal with her anymore. The dark star is gradually becoming stronger, and all feuds no longer have any meaning.

Suddenly. The lich turned his head to look down at the top of the mountain. Far away at the bottom of the valley, a figure is moving. The flames in her eyes flickered, and she jumped off the platform at the top of the mountain. A pair of wings of pure black mana and dead green flames conjured out from behind her, carrying his small, shriveled body downward.

Some of the necromancers on the top of the mountain just glanced at her. Some didn't even look at it.

In the valley, Sandru, who was walking quickly, looked up slightly startled and saw Vidrina with a large cloud of black-green mist falling from the sky and falling in front of him.

"Teacher, where are you going?" the lich asked, looking at Sandru.

"It's none of your business, get out of the way. ”

"I'm a little curious that in this great moment that all the necromancers are quietly waiting for, and that you are in such a hurry. ”

"It's my own business. I told you to get out of the way. Sandru snorted.

"That's where the gargoyles are placed. You're going to get the gargoyle?" Vidrina looked in the direction Sandru was going. "With your necrophilia skills, you still need to use gargoyles, do you have to go far away? Something good seems to have happened that uplifts you up?"

"It's not about you. Didn't you hear me telling you to get out of the way?"

Vidnina really didn't seem to hear. She was silent for a moment. "I heard that something very surprising happened at the end," he said. You know that too. ”

Sandru replied coldly: "Almost everything has been surprising lately. ”

"I mean after you and Inham left here, you seem to have heard a lot of surprising things. ”

"He's still in the mood to come back and tell you. I was a little surprised. ”

"No, I'm watching you with my golem Hawkeye. Don't look at me like that, Mr. Sandru, as a lich guarding the Dark Star, I'm far superior to the two of you. It's not hard for my puppet to keep you from seeing. It's just that I can't help it if you go to the Whispering Forest, the sunwell still seems to have some residual effect, even if it doesn't affect you, it's still okay to affect my puppet. It seems like there's a big turnaround there, otherwise you wouldn't be so energetic. Excuse me, can you tell me?"

Sandru replied lightly: "There is no turnaround, I just went to be a clown with Magnus and them." What should happen, will still happen, I can't do anything. ”

"Can't do it? So what are you going to do now?"

"Do what I have to do. It's none of your business. Sandru paused, looking at the lich student with a somewhat strange look. "But you, who came to ask me about this, also felt a little surprised. ”

"Well, that's how it is, and frankly, I'm a little surprised. "The lich's words are hoarse. Her voice had always been hoarse like a living being's voice, but now she was more than just a voice, she could feel the hoarseness of her words themselves.

"Oh. You'll be amazed, I thought everything was in your hands. Sandru's eyes were full of mockery.

"I'm not a god after all, and although I can grasp the vein of fate, I still can't grasp everything in the wheel of fate. The flame in the lich's eye socket went out a little, and then it re-lit as if with new energy. "But after all, the process is not important, the result is important. You see, as I said, this great moment has finally arrived, and a new world is about to begin because of my push......"

"Yes, you won. It won't be long before everything you hate, despise, and despise will be powdered by your greatness...... In the end, including you, that's what you want. ”

"I'm just following the trajectory of fate to push history, why can't you understand this greatness, and immerse yourself in the humble values of human beings. The lich's voice and the fire in her eyes no longer wavered, and she now looked like a statue of death.

Sandru ignored her and walked in the same direction, bypassing Vidnina. "Yes, I'm human. So now I can only do what one person can do. ”

"I won't let you go. Vidnina raised her hand, and the black aura and green flames around her rose into the sky. "I don't know exactly what you're going to do, but most likely you want to get in the way of this great time to come, which is absolutely not allowed as a necromancer. ”

Sandru turned around suddenly, his eyes were bloodshot, and he looked at Vidnina and asked word by word, "You dare to do it with me?"

"I'm stopping you from making a big mistake. Vidnina said lightly. The withered body seemed to be not easy to stand, and the slightest shock could knock the skeleton shelf over, but even Sandru looked small and powerless in the face of the magical aura that rushed around her, like a big-eared monster. This is no longer a single entity, even the magical power that a magically transformed undead monster can emit.

Sandru laughed furiously, laughing, laughing like crazy. "Okay, good, good, you dare to do it with me. Okay, good, unexpected, unthinkable......"

"I know this power, this necromancer's identity, this body, and this great ideal...... All of this is what you gave me, teacher. But now it's not my own will, it's the will of the Dark Star, don't you feel it?"

The breath and flames that rose into the sky were extremely powerful, and it was not her power, but the power of the Pitch Black Star. The other necromancers ignored Vidnina, and most importantly, none of them had the power to care anymore. In the current extremely thick dead air, the Lich's physique is the vehicle that can truly bring the brand of the Dark Star into play.

"Teacher, I do respect you. But this is only for me personally, in the face of fate, in front of the wheel of history, personal emotions are meaningless. Rest assured, even if you die, it is only temporary, death has no meaning in front of the great Dark Star, as soon as the Necromantic King comes here to pull up the Dark Star, he will immediately wake you up and become a servant of the Necromantic King like the other necromancers. This is the fate of our necromancers, the fate that the great Archibald has set for us. ”

In the vast black mana, bits of dead green flames flickered and danced. The lich stood in the center, his voice still hoarse, but as if he were chanting the most sacred parables of the greatest epics. It looks like a spokesman for death.

"Great fate, great fate, what are you? Is it a law that hangs high above us mortal ants beyond comprehension, or is it just an excuse used by weak and boring people to anesthetize themselves and shirk their responsibilities......

A voice rang out, drawing closer and closer.

The only person who can step into the current valley of Diya is a necromancer, but the person who spoke now does not seem to have all the demeanor of a necromancer. He was unsteady on his feet, like a drunken farmer who had just come out of a low-class bar.

At the same time, in a blind spot that neither Sandru nor Vidrina could see, a darkness crept into distortion.