The old man watched Fiona's figure disappear at the foot of the mountain, and then turned back and headed towards the south of Campbell.

His steps seemed leisurely and casual, but with each step, his figure disappeared, and the next moment he would appear thousands of meters away, and the surrounding scenery would change with his disappearing figure, as if the whole world was constantly moving around him.

A moment later, the old man appeared on the outside of a sparse wood, and he suddenly sighed and stopped.

The weather was dry and slightly cool during the harvest month, and a light breeze blew through the trees, and the leaves of the trees began to tremble and rustle.

As the wind grew stronger, the yellowed leaves left the branches and fell, and some were sent out by the wind and circled around the old man.

The next moment, a dazzling light flashed horizontally from the woods, and in an instant, the old man who passed through the woods nearly ten meters away reflected the thin face on his face extremely brightly.

It was only then that a terrible sound of breaking through the air sounded, and then a gust of wind swept by, and the trunks of the trees where the light passed rose one after another, lying horizontally and vertically to the ground, revealing the smooth sections at the end—it turned out that the trees had long been cut off by the light, but they did not fall down for a while because of the speed.

In the face of such a terrifying attack, the old man raised an arm as if nothing had happened, and as he moved, a thick barrier appeared in front of him—it turned out to be a white wall made of the bones of countless creatures.

But the wall of bones only blocked for a few seconds, and the light penetrated through it, flying through the bones of different shapes. Reappears from the other side of the Wall of Bones.

However, the light had dimmed to the point where it could be seen directly, and it was only then that it could be seen that it was an ordinary longsword. And the hilt of the sword is held in the hands of a middle-aged man in a regular military uniform.

The sword was extremely close, but the old man still maintained a calm expression. The outstretched hand made another move, and suddenly a shadow appeared in front of him.

It was a huge white bone hand, which suddenly appeared in front of him, protecting the old man's body in reverse.

The sword landed on the back of the Bone Hand's hand with a tooth-chilling grinding sound, and although a crack appeared on the bone hand, it also managed to block the opponent's attack.

The middle-aged man jumped backwards and landed on the ground more than ten meters away.

At the same time, the hand of the white bone also disappeared without a trace, and the figure of the old man reappeared. He smiled and said, "Isn't it good to fight and kill as soon as you come up?"

The middle-aged man didn't speak, and as soon as he raised his long sword, a burst of light from weak to strong was generated on the sword's body, and a large amount of power converged towards his body from all directions.

"It's so stubborn......"

The old man shook his head, and his face finally began to become serious.

At this moment, the space behind him gradually expanded, and a crack appeared from scratch dozens of meters above the ground, and then the crack began to break outward, revealing the deep and boundless darkness inside.

The middle-aged man's face changed. He didn't wait for the light to take shape completely, he immediately raised his sword and slashed forward, and a huge sword shadow departed from the sword body and slashed directly at the bare-handed old man opposite.

Two crimson circles of light appeared in the darkness revealed by the gap. Behind the aperture, a huge skull loomed into obscurity, and the skull disappeared in a flash, but two extremely thick white bone palms were placed on the edge of the crack. With a single force in the palm of the hand, the crack is torn open to the maximum extent.

A heavy smell of blood poured out. A white bone foot stepped out, and there was a loud bang. The soles of his feet scattered the shadow of the sword and landed on the ground.

Only at this moment did the creature in the crack show its true form, it was a huge skeleton warrior nearly 100 meters high, the thinnest skeleton on its body was equivalent to the size of an adult, and it carried a thick iron chain on its left hand at some point, and its head hung above the old man's head, glaring angrily at the middle-aged man.

"Calamity...... "The middle-aged man muttered the name of the skeleton warrior.

"Yes," said the old man, "I've come all the way here, and I've got to have one or two things to defend myself, right?"

"Shattered Blade Walrent, fortunately. ”

This middle-aged man was none other than the commander of the First Legion of the Sver Kingdom, known as the Shattering Blade's fifth-order sword Saint Volrent.

Wollent said lightly: "One of the nine deputy speakers of the Dark Realm, the strongest of the undead forces, His Excellency Morgan, known as the Lord of Bones...... You came to our kingdom and didn't say hello, that's your fault. ”

"I'm just passing by, don't care," Morgan said, "and you don't have to send it anymore." ”

"Since you have come, I believe that not only the Kingdom of Sver, but even the Empire of Caesar cannot ignore your existence," said Volrente, "and since you are here, let me stay for a while." ”

"Oh, no, no, I have something to do, so you're welcome this time," Morgan laughed.

Ignoring the other party's reaction, Walent said coldly: "In order to show sincerity, a few friends also came with me. ”

As he spoke, there was a wave of power fluctuations from the left and right sides of the Juggernaut, an old man wearing a floor-to-ceiling mage robe appeared first, followed by a burly man holding a huge square tower shield from behind Vollent, and the last man and a woman who appeared were also wearing military uniforms, standing on the left and right sides of the middle-aged Juggernaut.

"Tsk," Morgan smacked his lips and shook his head, "Your sincerity is a little insufficient......"

As soon as the words fell, a thick mist suddenly descended behind the Lord of Bones, and in the mist stood several figures of different heights, fat and thin, although these people could not see their faces, the red light in their eyes was extremely condensed, and their bodies all exuded strong power fluctuations.

When these figures appeared, Morgan's image gradually began to change, the layer of skin attached to the surface of the body began to fester, and pieces fell off at a speed visible to the naked eye, and in less than a minute, the skin and flesh on his body had all faded, and what appeared in front of everyone at this time was a tall and complete skeleton, wearing a golden crown, holding a crystal clear black short staff, and the coarse linen clothes on his body were also replaced by a wide robe, and the gold and silver silk threads weaved a complex and mysterious pattern on the robe.

This is the true image of Morgan, the Lord of Bones.

"You may not know, I'm a little timid, and I usually take a few friends with me when I'm out and about......" The flesh on Morgan's face had disappeared, so his smile looked a little weird, "I'm sorry to disappoint you." ”

"They may not be able to perform as you expect," said the old mage, who had just appeared, "Morgan, don't forget that this is on human soil!"

"Alex, as a court mage, do you really want to fight me in Campbell's land?" Morgan let out a hollow laugh of "ho-ho" in his throat.

"I'm just passing by, and if you want to keep me, it's not enough for you to rely on the few people now, so it's better for everyone to disperse, and there will naturally be a chance to meet again in the future. ”

After saying this, Morgan looked up at the woods and said, "Do you say that?

After a while, a voice in the woods said, "You don't have to worry about me, I'm just passing by." ”

"Whether it's passing by or making a special trip, since you're here, why don't you show up, in case who's an old friend?" Morgan turned and said to Wolrent, "Are you right?"

The Legion Commander was silent, and a moment later a man stepped out, standing on the other side of the opposing humans and the undead, forming a triangle with them.

The man had curly gray hair, a pointed mage hat, an old robe, and a hardcover book in his hand.

Morgan was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly smiled: "It turns out that he is one of the twelve lamp-bearers of Candlecastle, and at the same time Mr. Clement, who is also the deputy minister of the observer, and has been called the recorder of fate...... It's a blessing. ”

Clement smiled with satisfaction and said, "Since Your Excellency Morgan knows my identity, you should understand that I am indeed just 'passing by'?"

"Ho ho, this time my presence also deserves to be recorded by observers, I don't know if I feel helpless or honored. ”

The court mage Alex suddenly spoke: "Mr. Clement, our people will be able to assemble soon, and if you can help us keep Morgan for a while, the Kingdom of Sver will definitely thank you!"

"Oh...... No, no," Clement shook a finger at Alex, "it seems that you still don't know much about our purpose...... The Observer will never interfere with anything going on in the world, so I'm sorry. ”

Alex's face sank, and he whispered to Volrent: "Your Excellency, Commander, we ......"

The middle-aged sword master stretched out his hand to stop Alex's words, he put his sword back in its sheath, and said, "Your Excellency, since your whereabouts do not involve the kingdom, then please return to your place immediately." ”

"But this is only one time, if I find you in the territory of the Svir Kingdom again, I will keep you at any cost. ”

"Your Excellency, Swordmaster, you have made a wise decision," Morgan said, "or the whole of Campbell will fall into a catastrophe, so you have earned my respect." ”

"Farewell, then, guys. ”

After saying this, a huge crack appeared behind Morgan's back again, and the crack swallowed the "disaster" that had been half-kneeling behind Morgan's back one by one, and at the same time, the extremely thick fog also dissipated little by little, and the figure in the fog disappeared without a trace.

"Mr. Clement, I'm going to disappoint you this time," Morgan took a step back, a step back a kilometer away, but his voice was still clear.

"But in the future, when you have time, you are welcome to come to my kingdom. ”

"Of course, I'm looking forward to that day," Clement said with a smile as the book in his hand slowly closed, and with a "bang" the observer's deputy minister disappeared without a trace. (To be continued......)