In the darkness of the night, the gray beast fluttered its wings, and the crow chariot rose into the air.

The evil god "Death Knell" sits like a clay statue, with Pakki standing at the front of the chariot, controlling the direction of travel, and Jersey Val standing on the other side, overlooking the rapidly retreating land.

At some point, Deathknell opened his eyes and walked slowly to Jerseyval's side, looking down as well. The white-haired knight took a slight half-step back as a sign of respect.

"No need to be polite," the old man raised his hand to stop him, and commanded in a low voice, "In a few days, the 'Dead Soul Country' plan will be officially launched, and then I will not be able to get out, and you will be in charge of the layout of the mainland." ”

"Yes," Jerseyval replied with a nod, "and I would like to ask the Lord to show me how to do it." ”

"This is the method of transforming resentful spirits...... "The old man stretched out his thin fingers and stirred them at the place that should be the center of his eyebrows under his hood, dragging out a cloud of gray-white mist. Jersey Val took it carefully and swallowed it in one gulp, his face pained, and after a few moments, his furrowed white brow gradually relaxed, apparently having digested the mist.

"When the 'Dead Soul Country' hangs high, the world will inevitably be in chaos," the old man looked at the swamp in the north and said slowly, "I need you to lead the Resentful Spirit Legion to cooperate with the expansion of the 'Dead Soul Country' from the ground, and every time you capture a city, you will slaughter its people and transform them into resentful spirits to enrich your own strength...... In this way, it will become a sweeping trend......"

"Over time?" Jersey Val was keenly aware of the strangeness, "Lord means you're going to be gone for years?"

"Five years at most, three years at least," to his right-hand man, the "death knell" did not cover up too much, "The current 'Dead Soul Country' is only a half-dimensional realm. If you want to fully unfold it and turn it into the real world, you can imagine the difficulty...... So, you have to go around and kill as much as you can to create panic and despair and replenish the energy I have expended as a result. ”

"Yes. Lord. Jersey Val replied indifferently with a blank face.

"Of course, before that, I will destroy the Holy See of Light with my own hands and completely destroy their faith," the evil god "Deathknell" made an ending gesture, "Fulfill the promise I once made to you. ”

"So. The rest of my life will be to the Lord. Jersey Val bowed in reply, and a raging flame burned in his eyes that were as calm as water.

"When I focus on the 'Dead Soul Country', you are my spokesperson in the world," "Deathbell" was very satisfied with his attitude, and even his tone softened a little. "When the day is done, this world will be all mine. On the Temple of the Highest, there must be a place for you. ”

"The Lord should know that what I ask for is only revenge. "Jersey Val doesn't seem to be very appreciative.

But "Deathbell" didn't mind, and he even reached out and patted Jersey Val on the shoulder in a rare way, as if comforting. It's like an encouragement.

The dragon spread its bat-like wings, and the crow chariot sped eastward. To their right are the fields of northern Thorm, and to their left are the dead silence of the Misty Swamp, where not long ago, the evil god Knell attacked the King of Evil Spirits. They took all the living creatures in this place captive.

"It is there, at the edge of the Misty Swamp," pointed the old man from afar, "I met Alvette for the first time, and she tried to resist, what a naïve little girl. ”

"It's her luck. Jersey Val commented.

"That's right," the old man nodded approvingly, "her talent is not bad, but if she is done step by step, she will have to immerse herself in it for at least several decades, practicing hard day and night, before she can get a glimpse of the legendary realm, but by that time, the life span of the barbarian will be limited...... And I, give her eternal life and infinite possibilities, maybe one day, she can go farther than you, the teacher. ”

Jersey Val smiled slightly, but did not answer.

Bai Ji, who was driving, also heard this conversation, and she took the time to salute the two of them with gratitude. The barbarian maiden who has erased all her memories has come to regard them as her own relatives.

"Come here," the old man beckoned, "and you don't have to keep your eyes on the front here, and that dragon doesn't have to be stupider than you." ”

"Yes, Lord. Bai Ji smiled shyly, tied the reins to the wheel, and stood obediently beside the two of them.

"The Wraith Legion is powerful, but it is also easy to be targeted, and I will select a group of Necro Warriors to be led by Alvette to make up for the lack of Wraith Warriors," the old man continued, "You can make good use of her, but at the same time take care of her." ”

"Rest assured, Lord, as long as I am here, Alvette will not be harmed. Jersey Val reassured. The barbarian girl glanced sideways at him, and in the process of teaching by word and deed, she admired the mystery and power of the white-haired knight.

"Proper training is also necessary," at this moment, the evil god "Deathknell" was like an old father, and said earnestly, "Alvet, you learn more from Jerseyval, and try your best to become a commander who can take charge of himself." ”

"Hmm. Bai Ji nodded weakly, obviously not much confidence.

"It's okay, take your time, there's time anyway. Jersey Valwin said.

"Yes," the old man sighed, "time is always the most powerful force, and the last thing I lack is time...... In the dormant days of the Magic Empire, the heyday of the dark millennium, I buried the gods of this realm with my own hands, and then the foolish companions...... Thousands of years have passed, and the name of the legend of the past has dissipated with the wind, and only the death knell of death has resounded between heaven and earth. ”

Perhaps because of the layout of thousands of years, the final harvest is about to be ushered in, and tonight's evil god "death knell", rare words are many. The Torm Federation is the last chessboard, and he easily convinces the evil god "Greed". The tide of chaos will sweep from the south to the north, laying the most solid foundation for the advent of the realm of dead souls.

With a bright moon in the sky and a field spread out beneath their feet, the crow chariot left the Torm Federation and entered the no-man's land southwest of Anlan.

"Turn northeast, go to the Herseus Valley, pick up a man. The old man commanded, and sat back down.

"Herseus Valley?" asked Bai Ji blankly, her eyes wide, "where is that?" As the past was erased, the color of her eyes also turned pure black, and even her long brown hair began to change color from the roots, as if it had been infected by the night.

"I'll drive. Jersey Val took a few steps forward and took her place. With a low roar, the dragon deviated slightly from its original direction and flew straight towards the Herseus Valley.

... (To be continued......)

PS: (One more.) ）