The early morning sun appears especially late, which is not surprising in the northern winter. The smoke from the burning of Bacon Town obscured the sky and lingered in the air for a long time. The town was filled with the smell of burning flesh and wood, which would last for a long time until heavy snow fell from the sky to cover them up.

Siegel crawled out of the abandoned cellar, just in case he remained in zombie form. The spells of the common mages caused the orcs to kill each other, and these tough guys didn't spare any hands in the fight, so they were surrounded by either dead people or dying people who had no hope. After a night of chaos, the town is finally much quieter, and even the sound of ** can rarely be heard except for the sound of burning houses. Siegel wandered through the ruins, treading on the blood-soaked dirt, carefully avoiding the stumps and severed arms scattered around. Until the smell around him was unbearable, he chose to use his skeletal form to shield him. As he walked, Siegel gathered weapons and equipment. Despite the orc's blacksmith skills, he found delicate swords from a few dead commanders—the workmanship, which must have been the spoils of some plunder.

Siegel's goal was clear, the house where the Wizards of the Knox Commons were located. Aside from the orcs who were deliberately let go, it should be the only place where there are still living people. Siegel wanted to ask what kind of plans the Guild had, if they were allies of the Mage Federation, and if they could cooperate in the next step.

Some distance from the witch priest's house, Siegel had already felt a huge wave of energy in front of him, and he had also noticed color in the skeleton's vision for the first time. In the black, white, and gray world, a purple-red flame slowly rises, stopping in mid-air and blazing, its light can penetrate walls and dirt. When the light hits Siegel, he has a sense of intimacy and yearning, which is very rare for a skeleton form. Siegel thought for a moment and turned on the aether vision, so he saw the cloud of wraiths above him again.

The clouds were there, but without those painful faces rolling and struggling in them, it looked like a black cloud now. The fuel for the fuchsia flames was this dark cloud, which burned faster and faster, gradually exceeding the speed at which the clouds converged in the middle. At this moment, a spell sounded, and the dark clouds formed a whirlpool, and they rushed into the flames desperately.

Siegel followed the sound of the spell, and sure enough, he saw the bald wizards of the guild casting spells. Just as a skilled blacksmith scrutinizes the swords they make, the sorcerer carefully and patiently controls the burning of the flames. The purple-red light grew brighter and more concentrated, gradually decreasing in height. When the cloud of wraiths burned out, the flames were extinguished and turned into a sparkling ruby that fell into the hands of the Commoners.

In order not to disturb the man's spell casting process, Siegel stood by the side and didn't say anything.

"It's successful, this must be the most perfect Flame Soul Crystal. The sorcerer looked at the jewel in his hand with loving eyes, like a parent looking at a newborn baby, and his expression was not disturbed by the outside world at all. Siegel snapped his fingers, and the crisp snapping sound finally caught the wizard's attention. His expression was startled, then relaxed.

"You came so quickly, I really didn't expect it. The sorcerer said, "It seems that the master has foreseen my success, so he sent you, right?"

It seems that the wizard recognized me as someone else, but is there someone else who can be turned into a skeleton, or is that person a skeleton in the first place?Siegel thought about it, and just used this misunderstanding to find out what they were really thinking, but with some skill in language.

Siegel nodded and replied simply: "Success is inevitable." ”

"But the quality of this Flame Soul Crystal is incomparable, and Master Casper will be pleased. As he spoke, the man threw the ruby in his hand. Siegel grabbed it nimbly and held it in his hand to look at it. He could only feel the powerful magical energy, and the aether vision could see the heart-beating core of the gem. They seem to have sealed something inside the ruby, and then injected it with the energy produced by the wraith-cloud, so that it could activate and move. However, Siegel couldn't figure out how to use this ruby for a while, and he didn't know what the power inside could do. He simply followed the sorcerer's words, "Yes, admirable qualities, the master will be very satisfied." ”

"Be sure to explain to him that this is a tribute from his humble student, Sado. ”

"I'll tell you. Siegel pretended. He held the gem in his hand and asked, "Do you know what you need to do next?"

"The Master's will will be carried out, and the Red Flame will shine on the Universe!" said the sorcerer Sado, "There will be a second Flame Soul Crystal in the Walled City Mountains, and the Red Towers will be erected one after another. ”

"Have you chosen your target?"

"Black Blood Castle. Sado bowed his head and saluted, then said proudly, "There are enough corpses gathered there, which is very conducive to casting the Soul Gathering Spell." Moreover, the soul quality of humans is higher than that of orcs, and I am confident that I can create a more perfect flame soul crystal. ”

Luckily, there wouldn't be any expression on the skeleton's face, otherwise Siegel would definitely show a flaw. When he heard about the Black Blood Castle, he already knew that the other party was friend or foe. There is no problem with casting killing spells in the town of the orcs, and the complicated situation on the battlefield can't save those slaves, although helpless, Siegel can understand. But what is a fortress that destroys humanity? This is already a traitor and a traitor. Siegel deduces that the purpose of the Knox Brotherhood seems to be to use all means to make the situation more chaotic, to keep the killing going, and then to collect the Flame Crystals so that they can build the Red Tower. Siegel didn't know what the Flame Crystal and the Red Tower were all about, but he couldn't watch the wizards head to the Walled Mountains, as Janet and the others were likely to be in the Black Blood Castle.

Somehow to keep him, Siegel thought to himself. Based on his own reasoning, he said tentatively, "That's the end of the matter in the Wasteland of Tears, can you guarantee that a few orcs who have fled from the desert can cause unrest here?"

"The Wasteland of Tears?" the wizard's face suddenly appeared guarded, and his wand was caught. "Who are you? tell me your name!"

"You know my name. Siegel replied. He learned that he should use pronouns more when questioning, because actual nouns can easily destroy the camouflage and be recognized. It seems inevitable that the fight will be committed, but Siegel will still have to fight for the advantage of being the first move. He secretly orders the dice to use the ability of the undead to transform themselves into zombies. The sorcerer had been caught in his attention, his wary gaze tinged with curiosity, and Baron the raven was creeping up from the air.

"I am one of the four, I have crossed the line between life and death, both a sword in the sun and a fire in the darkness. Siegel began to make up nonsense, pacing slowly, quietly closing the distance between himself and the wizard. "On behalf of the Master, I thank you for your masterpiece and reward you. ”

"Lies!" the wizard raised his wand, red light gathering on the tip of the wand: "Die, and then exchange the Flame Soul Crystal for me!"

Siegel ordered the ravens to attack, and the original plan was to spit fire downward to distract the wizard's movements, but the noticing of the wand raised aloft gave him a new idea. With a flick of his hand, Siegel threw the ruby behind him, then squeezed out an ugly smile from his rotten face. The sorcerer said more, "Good girl, I will reward you with a happy death!"

Although it doesn't take long to say a word, it can have serious consequences for spell duels.

Magical energy soon converged into a raging flood that would soon pour out from the sky. Baron got closer, his shadow crossing the wizard's eye, causing him to look up. "Awaken Mage!" he immediately understood the other party's abilities. The raven's claws stabbed into the wizard's wrist, stabbing between the wrist and metacarpal bones, severing several tendons. At the same time, Baron's sharp beak pecked at the back of his enemy's hand, inserting it between several phalanges, cutting off the muscles and blood vessels with precision. This is also the benefit of Siegel after becoming a skeleton, becoming very familiar with the structure of the human skeleton, especially the structure and movement of the hand, it is this "good knowledge" that allows Siegel to accurately command the movements of the raven.

The wizard's right hand was bleeding, and the fingers involuntarily let go, and the wand fell. Holding back the pain, he quickly caught the wand with his left hand and flung the spell at Siegel. A large web of flames enveloped the space around Siegel, and it was almost impossible to run away on his legs. However, it is estimated that because of concerns about the skeleton's immunity to cold damage, the wizard chose fire magic, which just gave Siegel a chance to fight back.

The web of flames has no substance, and it is impossible to pick or tear apart with a weapon, but it is reachable for fire creatures. Thanks to the special design of the artifact, Siegel can use elemental summoning spells very quickly. Although it was only a few small fire elementals that were less than the size of a fist, they were able to stretch out a corner of the fire net, leaving enough space to escape.

The mage rolled on the ground, out of reach of the net of fire. By this time, the sorcerer had already shaken off the raven, and his right hand had five more holes, and now he could only hang down at his side and tremble, unable to cast any more spells. The Knox Guild Wizards are best at mind-controlling spells, but they are useless against undead creatures such as skeletons and zombies, which gives Siegel a big advantage at the beginning of the fight.

The raven was flung away, spitting out thin lines of flame in the air. The sorcerer was chanting a spell to summon a protective shield, but still felt the destructive power contained in the raven's flames. He reacted instantaneously, allowing the shield to reflect the flames more intensively, creating an elemental deflection shield. The raven's spit hit the shield and was lifted aside, only to burn a deep hole in the ground. Seeing the effect of this shield, Siegel knew that the fire spell he used in his hurry would not do anything, and that it would be a waste of war.

The curse artifact was taken out, and Siegel kissed the artifact and uttered the incantation, his eyes fixed on the wizard. The sorcerer couldn't tell what spell Siegel was using because of the obscuring mouth, and the silver glow from the zombie's eyes made him feel palpitations. He felt a sudden increase in blood flow throughout his body, and a sharp swelling sensation in the blood vessels in his right arm. He hurriedly looked down, and saw a terrible scene: from the wound pecked by the raven, a large amount of blood shot out like a fountain, and quickly gathered on the ground into a small pool of blood, and a hideous face was writhing in the pool of blood, and its mouth was wide open to show its fangs. The sorcerer only had one look at it and knew that the face was exactly like his own, and then he felt a wave of dizziness, and it became very difficult to even stand.