Among the various schools, the fluctuation of necromantic magic is not drastic, but there are still people in the valley who are aware of the slight changes in mana.

Viranoo, the "Star Caller", awakens from meditation. His eyes were clear, and he turned to the direction where Afra was, as if he could see through the barriers of reality and see what was happening.

"The Herseus Valley is really enlightened," after a moment, the old magician smiled slightly, and closed his eyes again, "Even the forbidden necromancy is allowed to be saved......

In the small building a few hundred meters away, Ventroff held a crystal ball and was also watching Afra's every move. The shadow eaters controlled by him are distributed in all corners of the river valley, and any wind and grass cannot escape his sight. What's more, the psychic ritual was originally taught to Afra, and even the most important "corpse soul water" was provided by him, and Ventroff had long expected the arrival of this day.

But did she really succeed?

At the moment when the phantom appeared, Ventrov frowned slightly, quite surprised. You must know that the success rate of the psychic ritual does not depend on the caster's mana, but on the complete process of the residual yin spirit. Before the opening of the "Golden Trade Road", the Herseus Valley was inaccessible, and it was rare to find human bones, let alone a soul inhabited by them.

Of course, in this way, Afra should be more motivated to learn necromancy.

Ventrov no longer dwelled on this question and began to think about his situation. According to the information that has just been eavesdropped, the "evil spirit" has been brought back by Illo, and it is likely that it is now hiding somewhere in the valley. But out of selfishness, he didn't plan to feed this information back to the "deathknell" brother.

In addition, the newly arrived legendary mage also made Ventroff feel a great threat. He weighed it for a long time. Still, it was decided to cut off contact with most of the Shadow Eaters in order to prevent the horse's feet from being exposed.

The plan has been decided, and in the quiet room of the small building, the evil god "bedbug" shrank his head with a low sigh.

Escape, escape. When the "Dead Soul Country" comes abruptly, where else can you hide?

River valley north, small courtyard.

"Then ......," Allegri concluded, after a moment's thought, "tomorrow I will order Cyrell, mobilize the intelligence agencies of the River Valley, and do everything to collect the traces of Bai Ji and the evil god 'Deathknell', and at the same time, in the mercenary guild and the adventurer's guild. Huge bounties are issued, and after there are clues, a specific rescue plan can be formulated as appropriate. ”

"Okay. Illo nodded, though he was in a hurry, but there really was no better way.

"Do you want to announce the news of the evil gods to the outside world?" Dios asked. The evil god of hell has always been hidden in the dark side of the world. Even if a claw occasionally shows a scale, it quickly disappears. Therefore, not many people know about their existence.

"Who would believe it?" Allegri sighed waving his hand, and people were more concerned with their own interests than with the vague rumors, from the high kings to the lowest commoners. No exceptions.

Looking at each other, the three of them were silent.

"And," Allegri suddenly remembered something, and spoke again, "in the weak state of the Lord of Evil Spirits. I'm afraid I won't be able to run far, but now there is a high chance that you will still be hiding in the river valley, Illo, you have a 'sensitive touch', you can pay more attention to it, if you want to deal with the evil gods, you must understand them as deeply as possible......"

"I'm going to go around it. Illo didn't talk nonsense, immediately turned on his "sensitive touch" and walked quickly to the outside of the hospital. In the dead of night, it is easier to detect the fluctuations of the spirits, but if it is during the day, the flow of people will be disturbed.

"What's the hurry...... Allegri didn't finish speaking, the half-elf had already gone far, he shook his head helplessly, turned to Dios, and asked, "During this time, is the recruitment of soldiers still smooth?"

"I heard that after the annexation of the river valley to Snowton, many refugees from the southern countries did not dare to come to apply," Dios sat on a wooden chair and replied in a deep voice, "On the contrary, many mercenaries and adventurers from neutral countries chose to join the river valley, it seems that they want to make a fortune or make a career in the next southern expedition." ”

"Speculators are everywhere," Allegri asked, sitting beside him, "what do you do with such people?"

"Of course they don't treat them equally," Dios explained, "I have incorporated these fellows into your private army, and if I have the opportunity, I can send them out with the Imperial army, and I will fulfill his wishes." ”

"It's a great thing to kill two birds with one stone. Allegri nodded, in times of war, each lord had to answer the sovereign's call and lead an army to help, but because of the mixed quality of these private armies, they generally existed as a fish belly army that drained the enemy's vital strength. Of course, he was reluctant to let the elite mercenary group under his command be lost in vain. It's great to be able to use a substitute to get through.

"Allegri......" Dios hesitated for a moment, then suddenly said, "I think, can I ask King Nacini to lead his troops to participate in the southern expedition?"

"Absolutely. Allegri was stunned for a moment, and then gave a definite answer. This was an agreement between the two, and no matter what, he would not break it.

Dios didn't say much, he stood up in silence, clutching the long sword at his waist. Look far away to the southeast, in the direction of the Holy White Tower

White Tower.

Innedir, who was sitting in front of the desk, yawned sleepily, and on the intricately patterned candlestick, the light of the fire shook gently and swayed.

"Teacher, what is the purpose of asking me to see this?" Finally, he looked up from the thick book and asked a little impatiently. In the past few days, he has been thinking about how to defend himself against the enemy, but instead of helping, the Pale Lord insists on letting him read the boring legends in the religious texts. He knew that many of the stories were made up by the clergy of the Holy See.

"My dear student," the statue laughed, "do you think that these piles of old papers are useless things?"

"Or else?" asked Innedil rhetorically. He even personally participated in fabricating false miracles to soothe the chaos in a disaster area.

"Have you forgotten where you learned the Lightwalker's Path and the portal in Valhalla?" continued the Pale Lord with a mysterious smile.

"Teacher, do you mean ......" Innedir's face changed suddenly.

"O my student, you must believe in the Divine Lord, and you will never abandon His people lightly......" the Pale Lord's voice came slowly. (To be continued......)

PS: (One more.) ）