Arathi Empire, County of Tirisfar, Baron's Palace of Corleone.

The night was deep, and in the depths of the sky, the stars were shining, silently gazing at everything, the night was hazy and eye-catching, this was the night of Tirisfa, and it was not the same as Talenmir.

In the classical and luxurious aristocratic study, a young man looked out the window and seemed to be talking to himself, only to hear him say: "There are two things in the world that can deeply shake people's hearts, one is the lofty moral code in our hearts, and the other is the brilliant starry sky above our heads. ”

A gust of wind blew, and the wind chimes in the study were blown, and a brisk "ding, ding" sound sounded, which "woke Vidor" and his blank eyes became clear.

"Ahem, ahem. The cold wind hit, accompanied by a few coughs, and Victor was almost emotional.

On weekdays, Victor was not in the habit of looking at the stars, and if it weren't for the terrible news he heard the other day, he wouldn't have nothing to pretend to be a philosopher, sighed deeply, and closed the window.

It all started three days ago.

Three days ago, Victor returned to the Baron's Palace, and on the way, he even prepared his gifts, and when he returned home, things were completely opposite to what he thought. In the Baron Corleone's mansion, there is no second person except a blind old butler, and the current Corleone family is completely different from what he remembers.

This is the northernmost part of the Arathi Empire, this is the border of Arathi, a few months ago, a war with its neighbors struck, and the Corleone family defected, and now the Corleone family is a traitor to the empire and is about to be stripped of the title of nobility. The Arathi Empire is the weakest of the six Terran empires in this world, the weak Arathi Empire offended the Lordaeron Empire a few months ago, and as a result, the Lordaeron Empire provoked a war, and now the war has spread to the border of Tirisfa, if it weren't for the Alchemy Guild to protect him, he would have been arrested by now. In short, Victor is not in a good situation right now, and even a little miserable.

Closing the window, Vidor picked up a book casually, and when he got home, he only had to read except for eating and sleeping, and the Alchemy Guild leader of Tirisfa was not here these days, and Vidor couldn't do anything even if he wanted to go to the Alchemy Guild to report on his work.

Victor was holding a biographical book in his hand, and saw that the cover of the book read: "Arcane History".

"This is the Starlight Continent, a world of magic and arcane, divine power and kingship, where magic has created an incomparably brilliant and brilliant civilization. Legend has it that the strongest magician in history, the Merlin Magician, can unleash a power comparable to that of a true god, and his single blow can send out a mushroom cloud that covers a city. Looking at the first page of the book, Victor frowned, not wanting to read it.

In the past few days, he has basically read biographical books, which are as "terrifying" as novels, and he is tired of reading Vido for three days in a row. He secretly cursed, "Grass!" This Merlin is putting an atomic bomb in his hand!

The mushroom cloud was recorded in the book, and in Vidor's memories on Earth, and in his conjecture, the Merlin god shot an atomic bomb. According to Arcane History, the world's strongest arcanist can wield the power of the most terrifying weapon on Earth with just his hands. The page that Victor opened is the opening chapter of the history book "Arcane History", **God Merlin Volume.

After reading the exaggerated beginning, Victor was too lazy to read it, and threw the book on the table, and he was ready to go to bed.

The log-polished staircase handrails, the elaborate openwork railings, and the different wall paintings that Vido could see with every step he took, this is a corner of his current home, although the Corleone family is not reliable, but the Baron's Court is still very reliable.

Descending the stairs, Victor reached the Great Hall, a large rectangular room designed by the most famous designers of the Empire. I saw that there were all kinds of exquisite patterns on the ceiling of the hall, a floor-to-ceiling round lamp, inlaid with magic crystals, the whole hall was filled with bright and soft light, and on the surrounding walls hung the masterpieces of imperial artists, each painting painted the ancestors of the Corleone family. All of them are from the hands of imperial art masters, and they are lifelike. In addition to these beautiful things, there are many other amazing objects in the hall.

Passing through the hall, Victor pushed open the door and returned to his room. It was a standard aristocratic room, with tall floor-to-ceiling windows that could see the starry sky, hand-woven carpets made of fine cashmere, tall and exquisite bookshelves, and incomparably delicate sculptures.

When the door was closed, a gust of wind blew in through the window, the silk curtains fluttered in the wind, and the light on the candlestick dimmed, and Victor already felt weird.

Swallowing his saliva, he walked to the window, closed the window, a gray-white light flashed, he had a "hallucination", took a deep breath, and he slowly calmed down.

As the minutes passed, Victor stood motionless in the room like a fool, a minute, five minutes, ten minutes, a full ten minutes, and there was no more anomaly in the room.

"Grass, I must have been scared out of the problem by Pamela. Victor exhaled and slapped himself hard, and a big man was frightened by a gray light, and he himself felt ashamed.

The alarm was lifted, and Victor relaxed, and he stretched out, lay down in his chair, and began to hum in his mouth, and when he returned to Tirisfa, he began to miss the earth, and it was exactly that in his mouth: the little apple.

After humming the song, Victor began to feel uneasy again, and he only felt a little cold.

At that moment, on the table, a thin book was blown open by the wind. On the book, a few strange words were revealed, and on the table, a quill pen was also blown to the ground, and the ink halo was scattered, and a few traces of ink fell, which was very strange.

"Victor, I'm coming. Victor glanced at it, and the five words in the book immediately gave him goosebumps crawling all over his body.

Trembling as he picked up the pen on the ground, Victor took a deep breath. His blonde hair fell and obscured his face, and no one saw the green on his face.

Victor stretched out his hand and pushed his long hair behind his head, and his black eyes appeared, only to see that the eyes that were originally as deep as starlight had changed, originally they were a pair of bright eyes, a pair of resolute, composed, and intelligent eyes, but now they had become very terrifying, and Victor now had a strange look in his eyes.

Putting the pen into the ink bottle, Victor picked up the thin book from the table, his thin face was a little depressed at the moment, and a pair of brown eyebrows were deeply wrinkled at the moment.

"It's been three days, and the injury seems to be getting worse. Are you already hallucinating?" Victor trembled slightly with one hand, and saw that the handwriting on the book was gone, and there was no ink on the floor, and the ink bottle and ink pen in the room were gone. Three days ago, the ghost king entered his body, and the living encountered ghosts, and it was inevitable that all kinds of problems would occur.

Shaking his head, Victor tried to "wake up", but he didn't know that the Wraith King had "returned".