"And this spell?"

Matthew was curious.

177 said in a serious tone:

"There are all kinds of spells in the spell library, only you can't imagine it, and no one else can't imagine it."

"Remember, don't stick to the necromantic realm, you're a mage first, and a necromancer second."

Matthew was stunned.

Then nodded to 177 in thanks.

He knew that this tower spirit was reminding him kindly, probably because he was afraid that after this undead natural disaster, he would accidentally go down to the subject-

Objectively speaking.

Over-indulgence in specialized areas is a common problem among mages.

It's not just a matter of the necromancer's family.

There are many other areas as well.

Mages in the enchantment realm can easily turn themselves into figure experts;

Mages in the Plastic Energy Realm also tend to be indecisive and fireballs open the way;

Mages in the realm of illusion are at risk of indulging in the sweet dreams they have woven for themselves......

Path dependence is human.

Mages themselves also have a need for specialization.

But demand is demand.

It is true that you can't lock your eyes and pursuits too hard, otherwise it will affect the upper limit in the future.

Matthew intends to step out of the existing framework and try more spells after completing the balance between life and death.

As for the 177 mentioned weapons masters.

He had silently memorized it in his heart, and when he turned around, he went to the spell library to find one.

Matthew then talked to Taling 177 about what he had seen and heard recently-

The focus is on Terlast's anomalous performance and Ekmond's views on supernatural powers.

177 immediately retorted:

"Don't listen to that guy in Ekmond, he just stands and talks without a backache."

"First of all, the idea and experiment of a world where all supernatural powers have disappeared was not proposed by him, it was a great cypriot in Cyber who first proposed and designed the blueprint, and then it was formed with the participation of other machinists and a small number of mages."

"Secondly, Ekmund himself, as a vested interest in supernatural powers, is unconvincing in saying these things."

"You have to understand that he first has the power to be qualified to make such a casual emotion."

"To put it more bluntly, let's say there is a red button in this world, as long as the button is pressed, all the extraordinary power of the whole world will be reset to zero, guess who will press it?"

"Will you?"

"Will Ekmond?"

177's tone was quite strong.

Matthew chuckled and shook his head decisively.

Although what Ekmund said touched him, he was also essentially a vested interest in the supernatural powers of 177.

Returning to the ordinary is certainly not something he is after.

"Isn't that enough?"

177 yawned:

"There is no point in talking about this kind of topic other than to satisfy one's own sense of spiritual justice."

"If the button I just mentioned really exists, the only people in the entire alliance who can press it at all are Ms. Isabel and Lord Nameless."

"Others probably don't have it at all."

"Ekmund probably chose to hide it or simply destroy it in the first place."

Matthew looked curious:

"Why Isabel and Nameless?"

177 appears to be justified:

"Oh, that's because they're not in a normal state of mind."

"In comparison, the mental state of other mages is too normal."

Matthew smiled with relief.

"As for the Terast you mentioned, I think it's possible that he was affected by the Killing Sword, but the root cause is probably that he has completely let go of his self-restraint."

177 continues to talk eloquently:

"An elf is a creature with a very single element, and the characteristic of a creature made up of a single element is that it is easy to go to extremes."

"In concrete ways, this race is either extremely stubborn and cannibalistic, and once the reins are loosened, they are very likely to become reckless and lawless."

"Terast's performance is like taking the initiative to loosen the moral rope that binds him, he can only act by his own beliefs now, if he loses even the last belief, then he will be completely confused, and it will be light to even lose control at that time......"

Speaking of which.

177 paused, and there was a hint of emotion in his tone:

"Actually, I think he's a very courageous guy."

Matthew nodded:

"To be able to get this far, my heart is naturally extremely determined."

"Do you think it's possible for him to succeed?"

177 shook his head:

"I don't know, there is no precedent for this kind of thing in history."

"What do you think?"

Matthew mused:

"I'm not sure for sure, but I'm not too optimistic about his future."

"I can feel that with his slaughter in the Jade Firmament, the will of nature has developed a strong dislike for him—a very dangerous sign for a Wood Elf."

177 shook his head and said:

"That's the end of it."

"He's probably not far from damnation!"

"It's normal to say that in the judgment of natural will, the slaughter of one's own fellow human beings is an act of crime plus one degree, and if it had been in ancient times when natural will was more active, he would have been doomed by this time."

"Even in this day and age, it is easy for those who encounter the abomination of the will of nature to be unlucky, and generally speaking, the evil elements tend to use the blessing of the opposing realm to eliminate this effect, but Terast cannot do it, he can only carry the malice of the will of nature alone."

"Unless, unless, there is a higher level of will willing to open its arms to him in order to counteract the negative effects of the will of nature......"

Hear here.

Matthew gave a thoughtful expression.

The soul of the dragon?

Or is it the will to kill and destroy from the Eastern Continent?

But this is Aiindo.

How much gold can the apocalypse of the Eastern Continent have here?

Refer to what happened to King Mingtan and his men.

Matthew even suspects that the root cause of Terast's aversion to the will of nature is precisely because of his unique apocalypse!

"Is there any other solution to this situation like Terlast?"

Matthew asked casually.

177 thought for a moment:

"Of course there is a way, after all, man is dead, natural will is alive, and there is always a means to fool the past."

"Let me think about ......"

"The first one, which I have just mentioned, is to find a stronger thigh to hold and directly ignore the disgust of the will of nature."

"The second method is to reduce one's own ill feelings in the natural will by forming an alliance with the person who is approved by the natural will, but doing so will drag down the latter's affection in the natural will, and I don't think anyone wants to take his hand."

"There's a third way, and it's the best way I can think of for Terast right now—"

"That's becoming a god!"

Matthew's eyes lit up and motioned for Taling to continue.

177 impassionedly said:

"Since he has decided to bear the fate of the Wood Elf race, why not become a god in the flesh as a Sword Saint?"

"First of all, he has the qualifications to become a god."

"Secondly, the current alliance's attitude towards the gods has become much more ambiguous, he can completely discuss it with the alliance, maybe he can really get the quota of becoming a god!"

"Thirdly, after becoming a god, the person of Terast is almost equal to the will of nature, and the so-called heavenly damnation cannot happen."

"Fourth, for the Wood Elf Race, what they lack is such a spiritual belief.

Terast's push for great reforms as a mortal in the flesh was bound to be frustrated.

But what if he became the god of the wood elves?

As long as he can become a god.

Everything that has been done before can be washed white.

Overnight, countless devout elven priests would emerge and offer to compile the essence of the doctrine for him.

Even if it is essentially a path of exile, it can be interpreted as a test and experience from the gods! ”

Matthew nodded repeatedly.

177 is worthy of Ronan's Taling, and it can definitely be called an active and well-informed one.

From Terlast's point of view.

Becoming a god is really the best solution right now!

As the odd number of days approaches, the rules set by the Scourge Mage are slowly becoming invalid, and as long as they have the support and permission of the Alliance, the Elven God Terast is not an empty talk.

"It's a pity that the little wood elf doesn't have the vision of the 177 master."

"I guess he's going to bury his head in the end, and then silently bear the curse of nature's will, it's a pity!"

177 looked like he was shaking his head and heartbroken.

It made him seem to be very concerned about the future of the wood elves.

The two chatted for a while.

Matthew asked instead:

"What has Ronan-sama been up to lately?"

177 replied without hesitation:

"Hanging in the sky."

Matthew said strangely:

"Heavenly?"

"Is it the moon?"

177 shook his head:

"It's the East, remember the lights and shadows of the city that floated over the Endless Ocean before?"

Matthew nodded:

"Rumor has it that it's ruins on the clouds."

177 explains:

"Not really, it's a projection of a world from a vanishing history."

"In the long river of time, there are worlds that suddenly evaporate overnight, and these evaporated worlds are usually disturbed by some terrible supernatural power, and before and after that time, they do not leave a trace, as if they disappeared out of thin air."

"But if it exists, it will leave a clue."

"Those historical worlds that have disappeared will at some point form a projection in the material realm."

"There are many treasures hidden in this projection world, which is simply a natural treasure for mages, so the top leaders of the alliance have all drowsed into it except Isabel and Nameless."

"Ronan and his wife are certainly no exception."

Matthew suddenly realized.

It's no wonder that there have been no high-level managers of the alliance lately.

It turned out that the group went to the next copy!

There was a hint of excitement in Matthew's eyes.

But in an instant, he was ruthlessly hit by 177:

"If you want to enter the disappearing historical world, you should first be promoted to a high-ranking legend."

"Beings below the Upper Rank Legend are not eligible to enter."

"Why do you think I'm here to talk to you?"

Matthew smiled helplessly.

The upper legend is still too far away from him, so let's do the things at hand first!

Then he prepared to take his leave.

Before leaving.

177 And suddenly he asked,

"Have you ever been to Cyberdragon?"

Matthew shook his head.

177 excitedly proposed:

"You should check it out when you have time."

"You can ask the Silver Council for a public visit, Cyberdragon is a magical city, and I think the future of humanity is brewing there, even the future of Aindor!"

Matthew looked at 177 with some surprise:

"I will."

"But why do you say that all of a sudden?"

177 sighed:

"I was recently invited to participate in a confidential project on Cyberdragon, and for the sake of confidentiality, I can't tell you the specifics of the project, I can only tell you that it's a very real game...... It's so real that it's easy to tell the difference between reality and fiction. ”

"You really should check it out, and if you have the chance, you might as well get a test spot for that project."

See 177 so solemnly highly recommended.

Matthew couldn't help but nod solemnly.

After leaving the Crucible House.

Matthew did not return to the Jade Garden, but came to the Black Rope Mountain.

Say hello to Hera, who is busy and anxious.

He hurried to the little dark room where Hux was.

It's still the same jailer who led the way last time.

After the door is opened.

Matthew handed the original scroll that Setrunk had given him to Hux:

"It's a detailed account of Lorraine. The cause of Fangta's death, the results of Sen'er's personal investigation, I took a look, and there should be nothing wrong. ”

Hux, who described the withered Beard, calmly opened the scroll and read it carefully.

Half a minute later.

The old woman slowly raised her head:

"I can't accept that my son was hurt like this."

"I hope to summon his soul and prepare a resurrection ritual."

Matthew turned around and left.

He didn't want to get too deep into it.

Hux was a legendary necromancer, and Matthew is still wary of her.

Doing so far is close to his bottom line.

However, he didn't wait for Matthew to leave the door.

Hux's voice came from behind him:

"Do you want to know what happened to the Traces of the Dead?"

"Why do the elves hate White Rock City?"

"Do you know what terrible things are buried under the grave scars of the dead?"

Matthew paused slightly, but didn't turn around.

Hux's old but powerful voice then floated over:

"I can assure you that none of the Mages of the Alliance know the secrets I know, neither Isabelle, nor Linde, Surreel, nor Nameless, nor any of them are in the know."

"In the entire world, there are only three mages who know what happened when White Rock City took over the Traces of the Dead project."

"The other two necromancers have long since left Aindor, and I'm not afraid to tell you their names—those two are Tanya. Nightmares and Dickens, the Pale King. ”

Matthew's pupils are constricted.

Tanya. Nightmare is the previous Lord of White Rock City, she is the original owner of the rebellion magic skill that Matthew previously obtained in the rainforest swamp, and a member of the Nightmare Family, one of the three major families in White Rock City;

Dickens, the Pale King, was the incumbent Lord of White Rock City, and he, like the current City Lord, was a member of the Reze family;

And the lady Hux in front of Matthew is obviously from the Fontale family left over from the three major families.

But Matthew doesn't care more about this:

"Do you know who I am?"

It just so happened that at this moment a cockroach crawled up from the corner of the wall.

Hux held out a trembling hand and crawled down the back of his hand to his ear.

Under Matthew's watchful eye.

The cockroach burrowed into Hux's ear.

And then it vanished.

Hux's low laughter echoed in the little dark room:

"Thanks to these cute little animals, I can occasionally hear the wind outside."

"From Tree Mage to Destroyer, you've grown at an astonishing rate."

"It's been years since I've seen a necromancer as good as you."

Hux's tone was full of emotion.

Matthew could also feel the purer appreciation in her gaze as she looked at him.

But even so.

He was not easily swayed either.

He simply replied calmly:

"You're wrong."

"Besides you, I know what's beneath the Grey Lake."

In Hux's slightly surprised gaze.

Matthew confidently replied:

"The sleeping soul of the five-clawed dragon, and the sword of killing, am I right?"

Hux asked in surprise:

"You solved the mystery of the ashes?"

"It can't be!"

"With your abilities, how did you defeat the power of the Void?"

Matthew laughed but didn't say a word.

This makes his figure seem unfathomable-

He can't tell Hux that he's a family with the Void, can he?

Looked at.

Hux's voice became a little muffled:

"I underestimated your abilities."

"With the help of the Chains of Desire, you actually snooped into something beneath the Grey Lake."

"But you'll probably be interested in what happened back then, and that might help you with what you do next."

Just want to go.

But Matthew also had to admit that he was really interested in what the group of necromancers in White Rock City did back then.

He knew very well that he couldn't go with the other man's rhythm.

So he spoke:

"Your son cannot be resurrected, and I will not summon his spirit."

"But I'll try to contact his wife, Ai Xue, who was already trying to find Lorraine's ghost the last time we met, maybe she's already found it, or has an eyebrow?"

"I can help you contact Ai Xue, but you have to tell me what you White Rock City is doing with the Traces of the Dead project."

Hux was silent for a moment.

Then she warned:

"You can contact Ai Xue."

"But don't trust her, don't trust any young and beautiful woman!"

"It's something that kids your age need to be aware of all the time!"

Matthew asked with interest:

"Why?"

Hux said flatly:

"Because I've been young and pretty."

Matthew shrugged:

"Don't worry, I'll be wary of Ai Xue."

Hux still didn't look reassured:

"Take out ten times the vigilance you watch out for me and stare at that woman!"

"I need to know the final whereabouts of my son's ghost!"

Matthew said he could only do his best.

He can't give any guarantees.

Hux is also refreshing.

After the two sides reached a tacit understanding, she immediately spoke:

"We've found something precious in the Marks of the Dead."

Matthew asked without thinking:

"Soul crystals?"

Hux looked a little speechless:

"Yes......"

"I didn't expect that in such a short period of time, your research has reached such a deep point."

"But there are more important secrets."

Matthew looked at each other calmly:

"You say."

Hux said mysteriously:

"We have discovered the secret of eternal life in the Traces of the Dead!"

She had expected Matthew to be surprised or excited—

There will be at least one emotional upswing.

But the young man in front of her once again exceeded her expectations.

Throughout.

Matthew looked calm.

"Eternal life!"

"That's eternal life!"

Hux couldn't help but emphasize:

"Don't you long for eternal life?"

Matthew spread his hands, his eyes bright:

"So ......"

"At what cost?"

……

(End of chapter)