"Necromancer, I thought the necromancer would disappear from the Vestal continent after me. The voice was deep, as if it had come from some deep underground, but in fact, it was a lifeless voice coming from the man in front of Archmage Aqiman. The man was dressed in a sumptuous black robe, embellished with countless black gems, and his whole body seemed to merge with the black surroundings, and Akiman could only guess that the voice came from this person's throat, after all, the crystal skeleton that symbolized Akiman's identity as a necromancer was being held in this hand at this moment.

It was a completely black room, the bed, the cupboard, the desk, and the flames burning in the firepit, all black, and the smell of death pervading all around, and in this environment, the book of the moon on the desk seemed to be in harmony with the furnishings of the room. Lying on the floor, Akiman shook his body and tried to get up, only to find that his ribs seemed to be broken, and the skeleton that had carried Akiman to this room must have had no regard for the fragile human body, and the heavy fall on the floor of this room made Akiman gasp for a long time, and he could only watch as the person who was now talking picked up his crystal skeleton from him.

Archman finally struggled to roll over, took a deep breath, and was about to speak, but stopped suddenly, the smell in this room was completely different from the gray desert and the room Akiman had been in before, a strong aroma replaced the rancid smell outside.

"What is this place, who the hell are you?" Aqiman stared at the man in front of him, and the strong, almost pungent aroma came from the black-robed man.

"As you can see, this is the world of death. It's also a world that belongs to me and Gyes. The black-robed man looked down at the archmage. In the darkness, Aqiman could only see his eyes dancing like flames: "Necromancer." You should have heard my name. ”

Necromantic Archmage Ghiys, the name made the archmage feel a little chilled all over his body. The name, which had run rampant across the continent nearly three hundred years ago, was almost taboo among mages, and if a young magical apprentice accidentally said it, his mentor would swell the apprentice's palm with a staff or something. Guiz's deeds included turning all the inhabitants of a small southern city into necromancy, declaring war on the then Holy Emperor of the Acer Empire with the necromantic army he created, and then serving as a mage advisor in a huge dungeon, and after only a month, there was hardly a breathing creature to be found within three days of the dungeon, which could be called deeds for necromancers, but for mages of other factions, or even any other normal person. These are all iniquities. The necromancer Filas is rumored to be as cunning as a fox, as fierce as a crocodile, and as cruel as a jackal, and he never spares even a corpse, whether it offended him or not.

Aqiman froze and suppressed the tremor in his voice as much as possible: "Yes, I have heard of it. But it doesn't matter, what matters is what are you going to do with me? Also, Salas......" Akiman spoke as he tried to see Giez in front of him, and despite the extremely dim light in the room, Akiman saw his plump, fair face. If the black robes that Geyes was wearing were to be replaced with something else, the black gems would be replaced by rubies, sapphires, or other brightly colored gemstones. The famous necromancer looked like a living, well-fed prince and nobleman who had nothing to do, and although there was no blood, Ghiys's face was rounded and plump. The same goes for his outstretched hand towards Aqiman. Three hundred years, Giys was a necromancer archmage three hundred years ago, but at this moment he appeared alive in front of Aqiman, Aqiman couldn't help but close his eyes and shook his head vigorously, only then he remembered that Giys's eyes were two small blood-red fireballs, although different from the orange flames in the eye sockets of the necromancers that appeared on the continent, but this is definitely a characteristic of the necromancy, whether it was zombies or skeletons that Aqiman saw in the gray desert outside, there were no exceptions.

Akiman's calm attitude and words seemed to be unexpected by Ghiys, who threw the crystal skeleton back on Akiman's pale face, "Good, good! Your audacity has made me change my mind, I originally planned to make you one of my skeleton mages, but now it seems that you may be entitled to better treatment." Sue me by your name, young man. ”

"Akiman. "The archmage didn't feel the need to hide his name.

"Aqiman? But it doesn't matter," Gyis said in a somewhat comical mimicry of Akiman's tone, "The important thing is that I have decided to give you immense power and eternal life. You will be a king of this world, and when I return to Vista with my army, will you fight alongside me or challenge me? Would you like to join us and be one of my subordinates?"

"What do you mean...... Wait, isn't this any different from turning me into a skeleton mage?"

"No, of course not. Gyeth's face was full of smugness, but his voice was still lifeless: "You should know very well that when I was still in the Vista continent, do you think it is possible for a human to maintain such a healthy body and clear mind after three hundred years, just like me?"

Akiman was stunned, whether it was rumors in people's mouths or in the classics in the mage tower, there had never been a creature like Giyss in front of him, it was obvious that Giys was already one of the necromantic creatures, and the only one who could keep his mind and magical abilities after death was a lich, but the lich's body was as rotten as a zombie, or even just a skeleton.

Guiz's voice continued, "I think you guessed it, Akiman. I've become a lich, though. I'm a lich who has kept his healthy body. ”

"This. How?"

"There's no rush. As soon as you decide to become my subordinate, I will tell you this secret. Think about it, maybe in another three hundred years, when you are still young and appear on the continent, people's expressions?" Gyus's tone began to rise: "Those stupid guys in the Tower of the Archmage usually use all their methods to prolong their lives, but they don't understand that no life is eternal existence!"

"Sounds wonderful, but I think I have to turn down your kindness. Akiman coldly picked up Guiysse's words, interrupting Guiys's just beginning speech on life and existence.

"What? you refuse?" said Ghiyz's voice in disbelief, "It wasn't a smart decision. Sue me for your reason for rejecting me, Akiman!" Gyis put his face in front of Akiman: "Look at my face. I have the power of a lich and the body of a man, and I am an eternal being! I am both a living and a dead soul, don't you have a little envy?"

"No, you are neither living nor dead, which is why I rejected you. The strong aroma on Gyeys's body stimulated Akiman's nose: "If I'm not mistaken, maybe you replaced the blood in your body with a preservative potion? But despite the similar appearance, it has no temperature, no breathing, and no blood, and it is not a human body at all! But with such a body to pretend to be a human, you don't even have the qualifications of a necromancy......

Aqiman's voice stopped abruptly, and Guiz stretched out a white chubby hand to choke Aqiman's neck: "You, you actually insult my great creation and eternal life?"

"Life, Life, Creation...... You are just, you are one. A pile of spent scrap, scrap, scrap, patchwork ......" Akiman struggled to squeeze the words out of his throat that made Ghiyz furious. In a fit of rage, Gyez lifted Aqiman up and slammed him into the corner.

"You, you...... I understand that the purpose of what you said is only to provoke me and try to kill you directly in my anger. I can guarantee you that you will never get your wish!" The two blood-red flames in Guis's eyes seemed to ignite the air: "Let me tell you your fate." A sacrificial ritual awaits you, you will give your life force, and then your ghost will become an eternal servant of my palace, and your corpse will become my eternal soldier and fight for me. If one day your corpse is DD, I will completely grind your skeleton to dust, and you will contribute the last trace of your use to my magic!

Although it was dark outside, the cavern of Caesar the Red Dragon was still bright, and the huge lava lake was radiating endless light and heat in all directions. Caesar, the owner of the volcanic cavern, went out, leaving only the red dragon's treasures and the demon Amtils immersed in the magma lake.

Although the heat of the magma is not enough to burn the demons born in the abyssal demon realm full of lava, it is not pleasant to open his mouth and countless sparks and magma will pour into his mouth, so the dungeon master can only silently close his eyes and let his body rise and fall in the magma lake.

Goblin sat in the pile of gold coins, staring at the demons in the magma lake in a daze, and his fear of the dungeon lord made him unable to eat any food all day, but the mood could not make up for the physical hunger, and the goblin decided to go outside to eat something. During the day, Dark Elf Ness went out hunting with the orc Fugg and brought back a large piece of venison for the goblins, and Seth thought it would be a good idea to bring the venison for the barbecue, so he headed for the dungeon.

"What? No, I'm definitely not going to agree with you doing that, Carey. A gruff voice suddenly resounded in the night sky, startling the goblins, and Seth hurriedly looked around, and found himself walking next to the cave where the two gray dwarves in the dungeon, Morgan and Carey, lived, and the voice of the older gray dwarf, Morgan, sounded rather unhappy now: "Those inflexible gray scumbags are not worth our curry." Besides, they may not want to leave their gloomy cave and come here!"

"But Uncle Morgan, the Mithril ...... here," Carey's voice was rather low, "maybe we don't have to wander the continent as exiles again?"

"No, I don't mind being banished by those ignorant fellows! compared to when we go back and curry favor with them. I'd rather never go back!" rang out with Morgan's furious voice. It was the sound of a few pieces of wood breaking. Presumably some furniture in the cave of the gray dwarves has suffered. Goblinsette thought as he hurried away. lest you be swept away by the wrath of the gray dwarves.

The next morning, the gates of the dungeon rumbled. In the last few days, Caesar the Red Dragon has been gone, and without the Red Dragon's roar every morning, the goblins have basically missed the time to wake up, so when the dungeon gate is knocked, Seth thinks he has overslept again. The moment Seth rubbed his eyes and used all his strength to open the stone door of the dungeon, a gray fist grazed past the goblin's ear, causing Seth to sit down to the ground with a scream.

"Seth, I didn't hurt you, did I?" stood outside the door with Morgan, the gray dwarf. I saw Morgan's hair and beard in a mess, and his face was full of anxiety, and he looked vigorously into the dungeon hall: "Seth, did you see Carey, did he come to the hall?"

Seth finally came to his senses, and he thought that the dungeon had been suddenly attacked by someone: "Carey, I didn't see him. Did something happen, Mr. Morgan?"

"Oh no, is that kid he, he actually ......" Morgan held his head in his hands and sat directly on the ground: "Why didn't he listen to me, Carey, how could he be like this......"

Seth panicked on the spot. He had never seen a weeping dwarf, and the dark elf Ness had surrounded them. Ness, who had been out hunting early in the morning and was honing her skills by the way, happened to return to the dungeon, and she saw this scene. Hurriedly stepped forward and helped Morgan up: "What's going on?"

"Carry, Carry, he's back to Stone Flower City......" The gray dwarf staggered into the hall and sat down on the floor again against the corner, "He said he was going to bring our people over and mine those Mithril." ”

Ness and the goblins looked at each other, "Isn't that a good thing? I think your people must be excellent miners......"

"No, you don't know my kind...... I can't think of it......" Morgan began to tell Ness and Seth about the gray dwarves.

On the continent of Vesta, dwarves are found underground in almost any region, and the Grey Dwarves are a branch of it. For thousands of years, the dwarves have been in an endless dispute over the same question: whether the ancestors of the dwarves were the hill dwarves, the mountain dwarves, or the underground dwarves or the black iron dwarves? The Grey Dwarves have never attended meetings within the Dwarven race, nor have they ever made any significant contribution to the Dwarven race, and they seem to regard all other dwarven races as enemies, and sometimes even unite with other outsiders to attack the dwarves of other races, an act that would be unforgivable to any dwarf, or even other creatures, but no one has ever discovered the cause.

Morgan only knew that from the moment he was born, both his parents and the elders of the clan had constantly instilled in him how other dwarves discriminated against gray dwarves, or how to forcibly take possession of the veins that should belong to the gray dwarves, but when Morgan grew up, he found that there was more to it than his elders said. Discrimination is two-sided, and the Grey Dwarves themselves never face up to the other Dwarves, and Disputes over the Veins are usually resolved by the Dwarves of other races through discussion or some other peaceful means, while the Grey Dwarves do not hesitate to raise their weapons and attack the other Dwarves.

Morgan learned about this through contact with dwarves of other races. Morgan was born with a great love and appreciation for beautiful handicrafts or sculptures, and his interest in wielding battle axes and war hammers was rather weak, and this nature gave him the opportunity to communicate peacefully with the dwarves of other races, and Morgan's own ability to make handmade zuò was also quite talented, so the dwarves of other races also eliminated prejudice against his race and let Morgan learn more of the art of making zuò.

It was Morgan's own kind that could not accept that the gray dwarves were at peace with other dwarves. Morgan's craft grows day by day, incorporating the skills of the Grey Dwarves themselves and those of other races, until one day his people burn down the blacksmith shop in Shihua City, the capital of the Grey Dwarves, and Morgan is imprisoned by his own kind.

Morgan was brought out of the prison in Shihua City by several dwarves of other races who were holding him together, and they joined forces to carry out a successful escape operation. Since then, Morgan has not returned to his homeland, nor has he been in contact with other gray dwarves, except that he has been rumored to have become a wanted criminal among the gray dwarves. When Morgan leaves Stone Flower City, he takes his adopted orphan, the gray dwarf Carey, with him, and Carey thinks differently from Morgan, believing that they should stay with his kind.

The discovery of high-purity Mithril veins at Tor Volcano is a great opportunity. It was Carey's idea that they could offer this generous gift to their own people in exchange for a chance to return to their own race, while Morgan thought he would rather go to the other dwarves for help than return to the narrow-minded world of gray dwarves, over which they had been arguing last night. And now, Carey had quietly left in the middle of the night, and there was no need to guess where he was going: Carey must have gone back to Shihua City to tell the other gray dwarves about the veins here. (To be continued......)