"What is fate? It is destined to be unchangeable? That is to say, the world has been destined for all its trajectories since its formation, like an endless straight line? That is to say, when and where to spit and pee, how many ants will drown in this urine, whether the mood when peeing is happy or comfortable, or whether it is frustrated because of the unpleasant urine, these are all arranged for us by the great fate. ”

But when he approached, this person didn't seem to be drunk, but he was really drunk. He carried a flask in his hand, his clothes were full of wrinkles and wine stains, his hair was always neatly combed, and his eyes, which were deep enough to kill all women, were now drunk with his own drunkenness. He looked at the two of them with a smile, and said with a vague laugh: "You don't have to argue, and you don't have to be so nervous. Because in essence, this pitch-black star, what necromantic king is the same as an ant drowned in a bubble of urine. ”

"Inham, you've let me down so much. The lich's voice seemed to grind the man to pieces with the tones he had squeezed out of his throat.

"Oh, I'm sorry. The Marquis finally came over, leaning over a large piece of obsidian. "But I think you're used to it, right? After all, I think I've been letting you down since twenty years ago......"

"I'm really disappointed, both before and now. I really regret why I agreed to introduce you to Diya Valley in the first place. ”

"I see, I'm even more sorry. I thought you'd be happy. The Marquis paused, and suddenly burst out laughing again as if he had remembered something, and even the laughter was full of wine. "Do you regret it? It's part of a great destiny. What do you regret? Since you had foreseen and arranged such a great moment as the King of Necromancy pulling up the Dark Star, hadn't you seen such a trivial matter before?"

"Your present virtue is simply an insult to the noble title of necromancer, and you are insulting the sacred place of the Valley of Dia. The lich's face was expressionless, only that the fire in her eyes seemed to fly out and burn the Marquis to death.

"So what do you think a necromancer should be, stay there like they did, wait for the great Necromantic King to come and turn them all into zombies?" the Marquis pointed crookedly to the top of the Shadow Spiral Mountains, and from the bottom up, the incomparably thick black qi had obscured all the figures. "You Shante and Nice. They were all old guys who had lived for decades and were about to freeze, and for them, even if they didn't become servants of the King of the Necromancy, they didn't have many days to live. Maybe it's the best outcome for them right now, at least they don't have to pay as much as you do to convert into a skeleton. ”

"This is the fate of necromancers. You don't even understand this, you don't qualify to be a necromancer. Or should I turn you into a corpse now?" Vidrina said coldly.

But the Marquis was still like that, as if he was drunk and happy. The interest was even higher than this black aura, and he laughed: "I only now understand an old saying, if you can't even do it well, how can you still be a god and a ghost." People who talk about fate and ghosts are people who are not good people. In this way, isn't this ghost and god and fate worse than humans?hahaha......"

The aura of black magic around the lich was already as fierce as an erupting volcano, and not only her, but even Sandru looked at the Marquis with a somewhat strange gaze. According to this past performance, his current appearance is not so much drunk as crazy!

As if at last he had had enough laughter, Inham paused to take a breath and said in a somewhat sober tone, "All right, old man Sandru, if you want to go, go away." I'll help you stop her. ”

He said this with ease, but Sandru and Vidnina listened to it with more surprise than at the laughter he had just had.

"I probably understand what you're going to do. Things have reached this point, maybe it's useless to do anything, but it's one thing to be useful or not, and it's another thing to do it or not. The drunkenness in Hamm's eyes was dissipating, or he wasn't so drunk that he was out of control, just venting. He still had a drunken smile on his face and waved at Sandru. "She hasn't made a move on me, she's just not sure she'll kill me and won't let you escape. ”

"The most annoying thing in my life is that other people are self-righteous to sell favors to me, especially a nasty guy like you. In normal times, I would have cut off your self-righteous dog's head. ”

"At this time, I advise you not to die, but to save face......" Inham said with a light sigh.

"Hahahaha......" The loud laughter of the ghost crying wolf howled from Vidnina's withered body, and a huge black gas churned throughout the valley. "No need. I've decided to take the place of the Necromantic King right now to desecrate the two of you who have blasphemed your necromancer status......"

The mana-forced sound was still coming from the severed throat, but the lich's head was already flying.

As she burst out laughing, a black flash flashed through her neck, and the withered head flew into the air, tumbling in the air, and then falling to the ground.

Sandru and the Marquis were both stunned. Vidrina was definitely the one who watched the most, looking at her headless body still laughing, and even her hands could be raised to make a magic spell gesture at her own will, and the flames in her eyes seemed to freeze.

Before anyone could react, the black flash had begun to flicker wildly over the lich's headless body. As if the decapitating blow wasn't enough, it was just the beginning of an insignificant start, and it transformed into a cloud of rubbish that could not be seen with the naked eye, and in the blink of an eye, the body of the master, which it claimed to be the best masterpiece of magic, was scattered like a pile of garbage.

Sandru and the Marquis hadn't been able to react yet. It was shocking enough to see this monster that exuded an aura that even they would be horrified to suddenly be torn into a pile of pieces. What's more, they weren't just hostile to her.

It was only then that a figure emerged from the darkness behind Vidnina. The thin body, which used to be an old face, is now full of capable and solemn soaking with murderous aura. She seemed to be there all along, but the three of them didn't notice it.

"It's you. Sandru was stunned. The only one who can tear Vidnina to pieces in the blink of an eye is this king of killers.

What Egrenel was holding in her hand was a random shard of rock that she had used to cut the lich apart. She tossed it now, and the rock fragments were gone. Before Sandru and the Marquis could open their mouths to make a sound, the lich's head on the ground was shattered to pieces, along with the soul fire in the skull.

"Don't die to save face. Get out of here. Aegrenel gave Sandru a cold look.

"You ......" Sandru looked at the fragments of the place, and stopped talking.

"There is no lifebox in her body, and it seems that she has been able to place it elsewhere like the legendary lichs. She can't die that way. Moreover, the aura of the dark star in this Deya Valley is too strong, and it won't take much trouble for her to resurrect it. Egrenel's face was not a little relieved, and there was still a faint killing intent when he looked at the fragments in that place.

"That's right. The lich's voice rang out again. Her body was scattered into pieces, and the sound came from the magical aura that permeated the valley.

At the same time as the voice appeared, Aegrenel's body had vanished, as if she had been an illusion in the first place. At the same time, dozens of firebirds condensed by green flames appeared in the surrounding space within a radius of tens of meters, frantically flapping their wings and flying in this space.

The obsidian ground melted, and the firebirds shuttled into a vast space of intense heat. Sandru and the Marquis on the edge both flew back, and they could only dodge in embarrassment.

A muffled snort came from the edge of this green fire purgatory, and a black shadow that was originally hidden in a crack in space was burned out by this flame. With a hint of scorching, the figure flew out of the range of flames with a twist and float in the green flames, and then disappeared completely.

"It's amazing. Although he is also a necromancer, he can silently break through so many magical barriers around me and sneak up on me, and he can escape in the flaming hell with all my might, which is worthy of being a killer among killers. It is not unreasonable that so many people in the guild have been so jealous of her for so many years. Vidnina's voice continued to waft through the empty valley, the shards on the ground beating and condensing as if alive, only to recondense a lich in the blink of an eye, not even the tattered robe on her body. "If it weren't for the current Diya Valley, in this place filled with the aura of the Divine Dark Star, I really wouldn't have been able to recover and fight back against her. ”

"Teacher, Soul Gathering Thaumaturgy can also be used in this way, probably you didn't think of it when you taught me. As long as I have enough mana, my body is truly immortal. And under the breath of this dark star, I, the person who represents its supreme will, is naturally invincible and invincible. ”

Vidrina pushed her hands away, and like an artist unveiling her greatest masterpiece, her robe flipped up in a violently swirling magical aura to reveal an ugly body beneath that looked like a mixture of skeletal zombie mummies.