Tirappest.

Located right on the border between the Duchy of Divine Ian and the Necronomical Wilderness, this majestic city with a long history is one of the most important hubs on the northern border of the Holy Alliance. It once existed as a military fortress for the Church of Light to defend against necromancer attacks, but it eventually fell victim to the Tides of Shadows offensive and was handed over by Silves to the infamous Council of Bones.

The Necronomion Wilderness, north of the city of Tirappest, is one of the harshest in the Mayhem Zone. The rancid swamps are dense, dark and damp, with the occasional volcano rising abruptly, and the sulfur smoke and poison gushing out, which can be called dangerous. Such a wilderness, even if more troops enter it, will be swallowed by the ubiquitous evil force, easy to defend and difficult to attack to the extreme. Thousands of years ago, the necromancers were greatly weakened by the expulsion and suppression of the Church of Light, and it was because they fled into the "Necromantic Wilderness" that they gained a chance to breathe, and since then they have been dormant in it and secretly regained their strength.

But because of this, the plots here are scattered and sparsely populated, which is not suitable for building and expanding its own potential. This is also the main reason why the "Speaker of the White Bones" insists on adding the name of Tirapes to the remuneration of the troop dispatch agreement.

In his original plan, once Tirappes, located on the edge of the "Necromantic Wilderness", fell into his hands, the power of the "Council of Bones" would be able to rely on it to quickly stretch in both directions to the west and south, and even establish a powerful kingdom belonging to the necromancer himself.

His ambition is not small, but his luck is not good. A necromantic army that is breaking all the way. In the end, he was defeated in Lancoln, and he himself was slashed by Allegri's volley, leaving only the last wisp of remnants to flee in a hurry. Of course. There are also methods of renewing the life of remnants in the necromancy system, such as the Lich Transformation Ritual, which is one of the more common ones. A long time ago, he also left some predictions, but after this toss, it was inevitable that his strength would be greatly damaged. For quite a long time, he was afraid that even the strength of a high-level mage would not be able to reach it.

As a faction body for necromancers. The "White Bone Council" is a place where the strong are respected, and all the speakers in history have appeared as a dictator. But if their strength cannot suppress the crowd, they will immediately lose their lofty status. No longer able to dominate these unruly necromancers.

What's more, in the final stage of Ranken's offensive and defensive battles, the necromancers suffered heavy losses, and the necromantic creatures under their hands were even more exhausted. I can only retreat back to the "Necromantic Wilderness" in embarrassment and make plans again. In the process. Of course, some internal contradictions will also be liquidated, and as for whether the current "Speaker of the White Bones" can survive this chaotic storm, it can only be left to fate.

Silves smiled slightly, and slowly walked into the city of Tirappest, he was not optimistic about the fate of the "Speaker of the White Bones" next. But at this moment, he didn't bother to think about these inconsequential things.

The sun is in the sky.

The sunshine that comes from the end of winter and spring has not yet been strong enough to dazzle. Coupled with the clouds hanging over the city, Silves didn't feel any discomfort.

Cool air. There was a hint of rancidity, and other than that, the necromancers never left a trace. This once majestic city was only controlled by the "Council of Bones" for more than 100 days before it returned to the hands of the Judgment Crusaders. But the aura of evil has long been in the bone marrow, and the city of Rapest will never be able to return to its former grandeur.

Still, it's fine.

Silves walked down the empty streets, observing the situation around him, and nodded in satisfaction. He needed such a quiet and empty place to gather his companions, and this place was filled with powerful negative energy, which could also provide some convenience for him to hold that ritual.

The city of Tyrapest, which was once home to the temporary headquarters of the Inquisition, is no stranger to Silves, who has also been there for a long time. He inserted the twin blades of the "Demon Hunter" back into the leather sheath at his waist, and walked through half the city, until the "Order Square" in the middle of the road stopped and stood still.

In the past, there was an endless stream of open squares, but now only the lonely spring breeze blew, and Silves looked up at the sky slightly, waiting for a long time before nodding.

It's time.

The sun has set in the west, and although the light is shining for a while, the arrival of darkness is irreversible.

He took a deep breath and stood firmly in the middle of the square, his hands slightly raised.

Thick shadows rose from the depths of his eyes, surging around him, and the "Lord of Shadows" once again activated the full control mode, and Silves only felt a darkness in front of him, and his mind sank into endless darkness again.

The Lord of Shadows moved his hands and feet slightly, familiarizing himself with the body. At the same time, the evil energy that filled the city was also like being stirred by a pair of giant hands, surging wildly towards the center of the city.

The wind is up.

Streams of negative energy swirled around him, slowly brewing like a hurricane, and Sylvie stood quietly in the eye of the storm, letting the wind and clouds surge, and standing still.

In the hell plane, there is such a negative energy flow everywhere, so now he not only does not feel the slightest discomfort, but rather a little bit of excitement.

It's been a long time since I've felt this way.

The shadow power in his body gradually controlled the negative energy flow around him, until the moment he completely reached it, Silves suddenly raised his voice and raised his hands high!

There was a loud bang.

Wisps of shadow power erupted from his body, spreading infinitely in all directions!

Between heaven and earth, there was a sudden darkness!

It's like a spider lurking in the shadows, and in an instant, it unfolds its terrifying giant web, with hideous minions and fierce faces!

But no spider can have such a huge web, a huge web that almost envelops the entire continent.

These countless shadows of spider silk erupted from the center of the city of Tirapest, extending infinitely, and in an instant, between the lightning and flint, a huge network was woven almost across the entire continent.

Such a huge amount of power was extracted in an instant, as strong as the "Lord of Shadows", and under such consumption, he was a little overwhelmed, and his face turned pale.

Silves clenched his teeth and tried his best to support, and countless information was fed back, and the images of the scenery from all over the continent were flying, but he ignored them all, just slowly stretched out his hands and gently flicked them.

Gently plucking the spider silk of the shadows is like gently plucking the strings.

If there is a sound, if there is no sound, a wave of invisible and qualitative fluctuations gradually emanates, along the wisps of these shadows, sweeping away towards the entire continent.

Then, the information carried in them is conveyed to every corner where they should go.

To the west of the city of Tirappest, nearly a thousand miles away.

On the empty post road, a beautifully carved carriage is moving slowly.

The four horses that pulled the cart were also provided by Innedir, and their coats were snow-white and very special. But after a long day, they were also a little tired, and the speed of the carriage gradually slowed down.

"The horses are exhausted, and unless they have undergone a long period of recuperation, they may not be able to recover in a short time. Illo carefully discerned the condition of the horses and turned back.

"Oh?" Allegri was barely able to move, but now he still couldn't release any spells, so it could be said that he was powerless, so the daily living and lodging were all taken care of by the half-elf, he frowned slightly, and asked, "What about Innedir, is he still following behind?"

"I'll take a look......" Illo closed his eyes and activated his "sensitive touch", and then nodded helplessly, "This guy is really following behind, but you don't have to worry, there are only more than 100 of them, and I can deal with them at all." ”

"I'm not worried about that," Allegri said as he shrugged his shoulders and glanced at the girl, "Don't forget, he still has a hostage in our hands." ”

Hearing this, the white-robed girl sitting on the other side of the carriage snorted lightly and interjected, "Don't forget, you promised to let me go." ”

"That's what I've said," Allegri explained as he sat up and spread his hands, "but I've also said that I won't release you until I'm safe." Otherwise, how do I know if there are any more troops coming after you, and if you are let go, and the horses are exhausted, and they are chasing after you, what will Ilroko and I do?"

"Where is it safe then?" the girl asked dissatisfiedly, and seeing that Allegri did not respond, she leaned over, gently tugged at the corner of his clothes, and urged in a clear voice, "Hey, Allegri, you promised me, don't deny it." ”

Allegri was slightly stunned, and then scratched his head helplessly, he must have behaved too easy-going, this little girl actually called herself by her name, it was really unusual. What's more, she was honest, even a little cringe, in front of Illo, obviously still thinking about the intimidation.

In order to establish his prestige, he deliberately straightened his face, and when he was about to put down a few cruel words, a chill suddenly surged inexplicably in his heart.

At the same time, Illo, who was sitting at the door of the carriage, also let out a soft "huh", as if he also felt some unusual signs.

It was midday, the sun was shining and the breeze was soft, so they had lifted the curtains and curtains. But just now, it seemed that something cold swept past them, and the white-robed girl actually subconsciously had a cold shiver.

Allegri and Illo looked at each other and out the window.

In their shocked gaze, it seemed to be the sun blinking.

Between heaven and earth, there was a sudden darkness. (To be continued......)

PS: (My domineering face is even more...... The plot is a little sluggish, everyone understands, speaking of which, this year is finally over. Starting tomorrow, two more in a day, not more cut JJ)