Late at night, Rika City knows the distribution of the territory of various races at a glance, and the lively areas that shine with various magic crystal lamps are definitely human territory, and in some areas, countless spark-carrying smoke rises from the rumbling steam machinery, which is undoubtedly a settlement of gnomes and goblins. There are also areas of abandoned minefields with scorching lava flowing from the reddish magma that illuminates the surrounding fortress-like rock structures in the middle of the night, where the dwarves live.

Outside of these bustling towns, nearly half of Rika City is silent, with glowing lights floating in the elves' artificial forests, and the light of the Miracle Moon seems to favor this elven settlement. The trolls and orcs have only a few sporadic fires in their territory, and these less civilized races don't have any nightlife, and the night is nothing but sleep for them.

A miserable white hand quickly grabbed the air, that hand seemed to choke something, the air around the palm of the hand turbulated a few times, and a struggling evil spirit emerged, it resisted silently in vain, but because the cervical vertebrae in the throat were tightly held by the miserable white hand, the evil spirit was unable to lift its claws.

"Rotande, lately in the middle of the night in Rika City has been floating all over these cute little ones. They seem to be looking for something? "The boss is very interested," wondered the owner of the pale palm, which was clearly a female voice, but her voice was like two rough thigh bones rubbing against each other.

"Edwin, can you judge the strength of our fellow traveler?I don't remember that there are other powerful necromancers in this city, in case he is a high rank" With the appearance of this other voice, two bits of blue soul fire lit up in the darkness.

"You cowardly lich, not only is your intelligence getting lower and lower, but even your courage is running out!" Edwin said bitterly and sharply, "I can be sure that necromancer is not of the highest rank, and even his strength may not be as good as you and me!"

The two points of soul fire fluctuated slightly, and he mocked lightly: "Sooner or later, you will also transform into a lich, Edwin, who can we compare with who has a lower IQ?"

"I told you I'd rather die!" Edwin roared, squeezing the evil spirit in her hand into a flying point of soul light, and roaring with rage like a thigh bone pounding on a skull.

"I'm sure you will. Rotander retorted softly.

"Whatever you think, I won't be going to do it anyway!Don't talk about it!The spirits have been very active in the troll's territory these last few nights, we can go there and have a look, I guess their owners can't wait to find something, or someone," Edwin hurriedly ended the conversation, and before the lich could speak, he stepped into the darkness of the street.

"You will," Rotander whispered to himself, and then the two soul fires vanished as if blown away by the wind.

After they had disappeared for a long time, a black owl flew away from the place, the owl's head was surprisingly large, about the size of an adult, and after circling in the sky, the owl quickly flew towards a house made of animal bones in the troll territory.

In the gloomy room made of animal bones, a ghostly flame licked at a dried human head, and the twisted and hardened facial muscles of the skull showed that the deceased had suffered great fear in his lifetime, and a wizened hand covered with dead skin grasped the dried skull, constantly tossing and turning on the flames. There are only three fingers on the palm, two slender ones in front and one stubby one in the back. From the thick tendons twitching under the old skin of the folds, it can be seen that this palm still has the power to make people palpitate.

Soon the dried head emitted a pungent stench of charred corpses, and with a loud inhalation sound, a puff of mottled long hair emerged from the darkness, and in front of the pile of long hairs protruded two cracked dry fangs, the creature sniffed the flames, and then used his other hand to remove the hair in front of him, shoved the head into the cracked mouth, and tore off a piece of burnt dried meat.

After chewing hard a few times, he hissed a few breaths, and was so satisfied that he stuck out his tongue and licked the two dry fangs, which were two, because the tip of his tongue split like a viper!

"Witherfang, you'd better put that thing down first. An abrupt voice suddenly sounded from the darkness on the side, although it was spoken in the language of a troll, but the voice was clear, definitely not from the vocal cords of a troll.

Hearing this, Withered Tooth suddenly opened his cloudy eyes, and tangled veins immediately appeared in his eyeballs, and those veins pulsed with a sense of power, his eyes instantly became clear and bright, and his pupils became cold-blooded and ruthless vertical pupils like crawling creatures!

The vertical pupils reflected a figure covered in a black robe from the darkness on the side, the figure was suspended in the air, and the surface of the black robe was bulging with countless tortured faces, and it was not even clear from the surface which race the figure belonged to. But there was no doubt that the man was a spellcaster, and he was proficient in a negative energy type faction.

The wizened old troll slowly raised his head, the dead skin of his body quickly turning into smooth dark cyan scales, and his hair on the ground swirled like a tornado into a soft thorn like a snake's tail.

This is another even more powerful bloodline he gained when he didn't activate Troll's Blood, the original blood of the Leech Viper!

Since he hadn't tried to activate the Troll's Blood at that time, he was able to activate the Leech Viper's bloodline, which was much higher than the Troll's blood, and after he activated the Viper's bloodline, the Troll's Blood could no longer be activated.

"Stranger, explain what you mean!" the withered fangs hissed in warning as they stuck out their long, viper-like tongues. Although he was a sixth-level bloodline warlock, he was not afraid of anyone in this city except for the gang leader of Algernon, but he would not act rashly until the strength of the other party was confirmed.

The bulging black-robed figure didn't answer, but took out a black agate bottle, and when he uncorked it, a strong smell of blood wafted out of it, making the nostrils of the withered teeth immediately filled with a slimy moist feeling, and those bloody smells emitted a turbulent dark red blood light like substance.

"Blood King?!" Withered Tooth hissed in disbelief, his poisonous snake Nobuko froze in the air, as if he had been petrified, his vertical pupils immediately contracted into a shining cold slit, his throat seemed to be stuck by a boulder, and he rolled for a long time before letting out a vague gasp: "Primordial Divine Blood!"

"Yes, primordial blood, withered fangs, the primordial blood of the Blood King, but unfortunately I'm a spellcaster, and nothing can shake my thirst for magic," the black-robed figure sighed, and he re-corked the black agate bottle.

"No! don't plug it on!" Withered Fang murmured longingly, no race could understand what the Blood King's primordial blood meant to the trolls, and if they could use the Blood King's primordial blood when the Troll's blood was not activated, it would stain all those inactivated troll bloodlines with godhead memories!

"We can make a deal, Withered Teeth. The black-robed man said in a rigid tone without any mood swings.

"Of course, I can give you everything you want, everything!" said Witherfang, he was having trouble keeping his composure, but the last shred of reason told him that he had to be cautious now.

"To show sincerity, you look at this first. The black-robed man threw him a dusty manuscript.

Witherfangs carefully picked up the booklet, cautiously checking it for any traps, and then looked away from the black agate bottle with difficulty, but the first line of troll writing on the note made his eyes almost protrude!

"Analysis of the Godhead of the Blood King"!

This line of text made his powerful heart beat wildly almost spasm, trembling and turning a few pages, he had already determined the real surnames of these contents, although it was only a rough analysis of some mutilated things, but from his insight, those scattered and incomplete Godhead frames and Godhead units did belong to the Blood King!

"What do you need, as long as I can do it!" Dry Tooth said after taking a few deep breaths, closing his teeth and whispering, he found that if he didn't clench his teeth tightly, his jaw would keep chattering uncontrollably

"Answer me a few questions first, Dry Fang, where did you see the lava cloud?" the figure asked unhurriedly.

"On the periphery of the ruins of the Divine Cry, on the west side of Bansai Mountain. The old troll replied without even thinking about it, and he would never forget the catastrophic sight for the rest of his life.

The black-robed figure nodded as if he had determined something, and then asked, "What else did you see?"

Then the large area of land on the west side of Bamsai Mountain squirmed, as if there were countless tentacles rolling in the mud, but the first time I saw the lava thundercloud, I desperately escaped from Bamsai Mountain, and I was obscured by the peaks, and I don't know what happened next to the land over there. Withered Fang recalled.

"How's that going over there now?" the black-robed figure asked calmly.

"It's completely normal, even the trees are growing. "I went there a year after the thunderstorm and found that the landscape had completely recovered, and sometimes I felt like I was having a nightmare," said Witherfang, in a tone that even he couldn't believe. A disaster of this magnitude has not left a trace."

"This mage, can we start talking about the deal?" saw the black-robed figure remain silent after listening to his narration, and withered teeth couldn't wait to remind.

"Of course. The black-robed man nodded when he heard this, and just as he was about to descend from the suspended sky, the mutant was born!

Withered Fang suddenly felt that his eyes were black, and his head immediately spurted out two pillars of blood from his nostrils as if he had been hit by a giant hammer.

Soul Shock!

Several rounds of interlocking dark cyan halos erupted from the vertical pupils of his snake eyes, and he quickly got rid of his chaotic mental state, and just as Withered Teeth was about to fight back against the black-robed figure, he found that the other party fell from the air with a shaky crumbling face!

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