The Calondo Basin is located in the southwest of the Empire, with large mountains to the west of the basin and Bracada to the north, the border between the Empire and the Wild Highlands.

The mountains around the basin were originally part of the Dwarven Empire's Stone Town since ancient times, and some humans came here more than 300 years ago to escape the war. In the past 100 years, mountain roads have been dug due to the development of commerce, and they are nominally part of the territory of the Einfast Empire. However, this is strictly the territory of the dwarves, so the humans in the Calondo Basin are actually completely autonomous, and the long-term isolation of life has kept the atmosphere and lifestyle in this dreary and rigid. It's like the curtain in the sky formed by soot and soot mixed with clouds all year round, drowsy.

But the situation here has changed dramatically in the past year. After the establishment of the orc city of Ofu in the wild highlands, a road was immediately carved into the mountains northwest of the basin. The best ore and dwarven weapons and implements from the whole continent can be traded directly through the Oufu Dynasty, and can no longer only be exported to the empire as before. Trade quickly brought prosperity to the basin. There was an additional shortcut to Ofu, caravans from within the empire heading into the basin every day, and several towns at the entrances to the mountains on the outer edge of the basin prospered.

At noon, the town below the mountain welcomed another caravan. The merchants and bodyguards and mercenaries, some on horseback, some sitting in carriages, happily talked all the way to the upcoming orc city. Only the last carriage was the mountain, and the two men wrapped in tattered cloaks leaned against each other as if they were tired. These are the two wanderers that the caravan encountered on the way, and when they met them, they both seemed to be slightly injured, and it was said that they were chased by bandits. At the price of their pleas and a few silver coins, the caravan agreed to take them to Oufu.

When the caravan first arrived at the entrance of the town, a cry echoed in the clouds and mist above and among the mountains. In the distance, a dark shadow flew out from the depths of the basin with wings. A large black shadow landed on a platform in front of a cave on the hill far across from the village, an entrance to the dwarven dungeon. There seemed to be two or three more figures on the shadow.

Most of the caravan had seen such a thing for the first time and exclaimed. A merchant who had been to Oufu explained this strange and huge creature domesticated by orcs. The caravan slowly made its way into the town, where they rested before entering the Calondo Basin, passing the northern mountain road to Ofo.

The caravan stopped as soon as it entered the town. Because the road is blocked.

The thing blocking the road was strange, or rather not something, but a tea table, two tea drinkers.

Judging from their body shape and hair color, these two people are an old man and a middle-aged man, both of them are dressed in ordinary clothes, but they both wear a very beautifully made silver skull mask on their faces, which completely covers the upper half of their faces, leaving only a mouth.

The strange two have been sitting here since the morning. The sheriff of the town had come to inquire about intervening, but the old man had just waved his hand, and he was immediately thrown high like a ball, and inexplicably fell half to death. So no one dared to ask anymore. The townsfolk also stayed away.

The caravan hesitated in front of the strange two. The leader, an old businessman who didn't want to make more trouble, looked at the two strange masks and that kind of posture, and decided to take a detour.

Just as the caravan was about to turn, the old man sighed and said in a strange voice, "Why don't you come out on your own and want to involve more people? ”

The old man's cold voice was not loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly.

He was answered by a crisp female voice from the caravan chanting aloud: "Great God of all things, grant me the gift of your life to drive away evil and darkness." ”

Three green rays of light shot out of the caravan and shone on the three trees beside the road. The trees made a strange sound of kaka, which actually thickened at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then shuddered. The deformed, thick roots poked out of the ground, and the three trees actually stood up like people and walked towards the two of them.

But the two men were still sitting. A thick white lightning bolt flashed from the old man's hand, and in an instant it spread between the three changed trees, and there was a crackling sound that fused with electricity and an explosion that broke and shattered the trees, and the three trees immediately turned into sawdust.

But at the same time as the old man raised his hand, a slender figure suddenly burst out of the caravan's carriage, with a short bow in his left hand, but not an arrow in his right hand, as if it were a long wooden strip that had been broken off the carriage casually. In the air, he had already bent his bow to catch the wooden bar, and as soon as his footsteps landed, the wooden bar had already shot out from the string. The whole movement is smooth as silk, like a swimming fish in the water, turning around, in one go, without the slightest hindrance.

The bow was not strong, and the castration of the mediocre wooden bar that shot out was not sharp, and even the wooden bar writhed on its own in mid-air. But the wooden strip writhed more and more violently, and in the writhing it grew a few branches and even a few green leaves and spikes all over its body, and in the blink of an eye it became a strange rattan writhing like a living snake, writhing and pounced on the old man with its teeth and claws.

No arrow could be more lethal than this poisonous man-eating vine. It didn't even have to be shot, as long as the rattan felt the vitality of the flesh and blood around it, it would pounce on itself, desperately trying to get into the flesh and squeeze into the internal organs, and the paralyzing poison attached to the vine's surface could not be resisted even by a strong ogre.

The middle-aged man let out a strange sigh, and the teacup in his hand was tilted, and the tea inside spilled out, and then quickly turned into a small blue fireball and flew towards the devouring vine in mid-air.

This small fireball was not even the size of a fist, but it was only close enough that the devouring vine had turned into a cloud of black ash before it could even produce flames. The fireball swept past the ashes left in the air by the Devouring Vine and continued to fly towards the person who shot the arrow.

At the same time as the man fired a strange arrow, another man jumped out of the wagon of the caravan. As soon as the middle-aged man poured the flame out of the wine glass, he stretched out his hand, and a ball of fireball the size of a man flew out from in front of him, and rushed towards the small pitiful blue flame with a threat commensurate with its size.

A loud bang echoed through the surrounding mountains. These two fireballs, which were so different in size and momentum, collided equally. The houses on the side of the street collapsed in large swaths, and flames flew everywhere. But the two people sitting there were still sitting at the same table, and they didn't even shake the teacups on the table.

The caravan had already been turned on its back. The merchants and mercenaries got up and hurriedly turned and ran, cursing at the two unlucky men they had picked up on the road. I didn't expect it to be someone who was hunted down by the great magician.

The two who jumped out of the caravan did not run, and the turbulent air currents blew away the tattered cloaks on the two of them, revealing their true colors. A young human man, a beautiful elven girl. The elven girl held a green leaf tightly in her hand, and the green light from the leaf slowly soaked through her, enveloping her.

"It turns out that the leaves of the World Tree have such a great effect on the hands of elves. The natural magic used by it is of such a high standard. No wonder Master Aiden can't clean them up alone. The middle-aged man nodded at the sawdust in the spot, and then at the man who emitted the fireball. His voice was also strange, and it felt like it was in his throat like Master Aiden. "Is this the kid? just a fool who doesn't know how to use magic. It's a pity that the effect of the baptism of sunlight and the leaves of the World Tree. ”

Ten days ago, Master Aiden finally found the two Asa who were quietly heading to Oufu, and without saying a word, they directly prepared to kill. Without the mana amplification of the Sunwell, under the magical air magic of Master Aiden, Asa and his combat power were completely far apart. But what even the two of them never expected was that Lua, the elf girl on the side, used the leaves of the World Tree to use a lot of unbelievable natural magic. Master Aiden was caught off guard and although he hit the two of them hard, he was also bitten by a poisonous spider with a mutated magic. Asa took the opportunity to fight off with a lose-lose tactic, and he took Lua into hiding in the forest. Master Aiden, who was poisoned in his body, did not dare to chase after him, so he had to retreat temporarily while calling for their companion Ayer in the other direction.

Now that the target had been found, Master Aiden slowly stood up.

"Wait. Asa suddenly shouted.

Master Aiden didn't wait. There was already an electric glow on his hands. He's here to kill, not to speak. The top magicians of the two continents joined forces, and even if the other party had a divine object in their hands, there was absolutely no room for struggle, let alone what conditions to talk about.

"If you don't stop, I'll tear this thing. Asa snatched the leaves of the World Tree from Rua's hands. "I've heard this thing is shredded, but it's useless. ”

Master Aiden's movements stopped abruptly. The eyes behind the mask burst with a lightning bolt as sharp as his, but the tone remained as flat as ever. "If you dare to tear this thing up, I definitely have a way to make you regret it. ”

"I look like I'm going to die anyway, and there's nothing to regret. The veins on Asa's hands were exposed.

"No, you're not going to die. The green tendons behind Master Aiden's mask also floated. It's just that Asa can't see it. "I will take all the relatives and friends you know and know in front of you, let you see their flesh being cut off piece by piece, and finally I will turn you into a living zombie. ”

"Do you want to gamble? Asa's eyes looked straight into the eyes behind the silver mask, and his tone was equally flat. "You bet I'll tear it?"

After a long time, Master Aiden said lightly, "What do you want me to wait for?" His strange voice sounded like sobbing.

Asa could hear that the two necromancers had sound-altering props or something in their mouths. Each of these Necromantic Guild members is a well-known person in human society, and not only masks are required, but even their voices must be changed. He asked, "I just have a few questions to ask." After asking, we can discuss everything. ”

"Just ask. ”

"Didn't you invite me to join your Necromantic Guild?"

"So Vidnina already told you?" Master Aiden sneered. "It's not us, it's just Ms. Widnina's own wishful thinking. ”

Asa breathed a long sigh of relief. Although he had thought of this since the Whispering Forest confronted the necromancer, he had not dared to be sure of it until now. I'm glad I didn't use that teleportation scroll to cast myself into the net before. At the same time, I was also a little lost in my heart, and I couldn't imagine that the retreat in my fantasy was just a fantasy after all. He paused, then asked, "How do you know we're going here, waiting for us here?"

"Do you dare to run around with the leaves of the World Tree? Since you are not going back to the Academy of Magic to find Ronis, then you can only go to the Turalone Forest to the west. And this is the closest road to the west, where we have been waiting. I can feel the artifact of the World Tree Leaf as long as it is within ten miles, so I'll just drink tea here and wait for you to deliver it to your door. ”

"You're trying to kill me, does Vidnina know?"

"It doesn't matter if you know it or not, it's a joint decision for all members except her. ”

Asa took a deep breath. The expression twitched a little. Still looking into Master Aiden's eyes under his silver skull mask, he asked, "What the hell do you want to do with this thing......

"Stop talking nonsense. He's supposed to be stalling for time. The other necromancer, who had not spoken, slowly stood up. "His breathing is fine and his heartbeat is normal. He didn't panic, as if he had a bamboo in his chest. But the gap in our strength is obvious. So the only explanation is that he seems to be waiting for some reinforcements. ”

"Reinforcements?" Master Aiden seemed to hear a joke, and even his mask moved with the smile underneath. He looked up and glanced down at the town, as if it were nothing more than an anthill beneath his feet. "Dear friend of Acre. What reinforcements can there be? Do the dwarves send an army? What kind of army or mage can deal with us two necromancers?"

But Ace didn't answer, but looked at Asa and said, "Tear it if you want." When the leaves of the World Tree are broken, they will turn into the Source of Life Force and return to the Sun Well. It's the same if we just wait a few more years to get it. As he spoke, the magic fluctuations around him became more and more violent.

Asa's face sank. He returned the leaves of the World Tree to Lua, and then paused in front of the two of them. The light of the vindictive spirit began to shine on him.

Master Aiden's eyes under his mask regained their electric sharpness.

Aceray reached his finger into his hand and bit it, drops of blood dripping from the earthworm-like curved fingers. Landing on the bluestone slab automatically drew a magic circle, and then he chanted the incantation: "Flame of Destruction hidden in the abyss of hell......"

Asa suddenly got up and rushed towards the two necromancers, the light of the fighting spirit pulling a subtle light behind him.

Lua clasped her hands on the leaves of the World Tree, and a burst of green light instantly covered her entire body. Countless tiny branches and leaves began to pour out from the ground at the feet of the two necromancers.

A ring of lightning spread out from around Master Aiden's body, and the tiny branches and leaves were torn apart by the lightning before they could grow up. But he didn't care about this, and his eyes kept locked on Asa who rushed over. But at the same time, he suddenly heard a very crisp voice from the side, and out of the corner of his eye, he flickered to the figure of his companion who was down.

Acere's worm-like lips were still moving, still chanting the powerful incantation, but not making a sound. Because his neck was completely twisted. As he concentrated on his magic, he suddenly noticed that he could see his back, and his mouth opened wide, but the scream was blocked in his throat like a spell, and then he fell down like a snake that had pulled his back.

Master Aiden's amazement lasted only half an eye, and he immediately turned all the mana he had used to defend against Asa into flying magic with a reaction that was extremely inappropriate for his age and appearance, and rose from the ground like a frightened vulture. Assa's punch just grazed his trouser legs.

He had just shot into the air and looked down. But he saw nothing, only the table on which he was still drinking tea grew in size in front of his eyes at a rapid rate.

That's not magic, there's no magic that can turn a table into a cannonball like that, that's pure power. The sound of the wind coming from the table thrilled Master Aiden more than any magical fluctuation. At such a speed, even if the wood is not very hard, hitting yourself is definitely enough to completely break the old bones of a body. He hurriedly waved his hand, and a vacuum-drawn wind blade slashed at the table.

The table shattered, and shards of wood exploded all over the sky like fireworks.

But the clashing and cracking sounds couldn't hide another, sharper sound, and even the fastest bolts would not burst through the air. It was only after the table top was broken open that Master Aiden saw a leg underneath, and the smaller piece of wood was approaching him ten times faster and more powerful than the table before, and the table that obscured his view was meant to be broken by him.

The momentum of the Instant Flying Technique could no longer be changed, and even the most advanced mages could no longer condense the third spell in such a short instant. Looking at the small piece of wood that had already arrived in front of him and was about to wear a transparent hole in it, Master Aiden tried his best to use the air magic he had refined all his life to force his body to move his body to the side a little in this short moment.

There was a soft 'whoosh', and Master Aiden's entire arm was scattered like papier-mâché debris. He screamed, but his body did not stop at all and continued to fly upward, scattering a trail of blood before burrowing into the dim and low clouds and disappearing.

But in the blink of an eye, one of the two top magicians escaped with serious injuries, and the other turned into a corpse lying there.

Asa looked at the person beside him with sincere admiration: "You are still so powerful. ”