A green banshee jumped out of the water, raised a happy smile, and rushed to her acquaintance who had been seen for many years without any warning. In addition to her open arms, she also had a poisonous dagger.

The sharp blade with magic easily cuts the epidermis from the spirit body into the upper body, and silver-blue blood flows along the cut skin on the fine white sand.

Ajisha…why…

The sudden wide open eyes were filled with no belief.

To acquire strength is to sacrifice something equally important.]

Two balls of flames leaped in the lich's sunken eye sockets, even with black bones.

Do you have the courage, humans?]

"Strength is everything, and people without strength have nothing." Ajisha, who suffered from displaced, roared with all his last strength.

He pulled out the dagger and waved it suddenly. The banshee's head and tears fell to the ground at the same time. The transparent tears soaked in the sand and disappeared soon.

The young mage had only Mo Ran's cold and hard expression on his face. He threw down his dagger, groped in the warm corpse with both hands, and soon took out a ball of beating pieces of meat - the remainder of the Silver Dragon's heart.

This is the agreement for you.]

A low and hoarse voice rang in his mind. Then Ajisha felt an unprecedented magic power in his body. It surged like a tide, and a wave hitting his fragile heart, and like a rapid, impacting every nerve of his childhood. The joy of playing with Pali was suppressed by the joy of gaining power, diluted, and finally buried deep in the deepest part of his memory.

Yes, in order to gain strength, I can give up everything. The family responsibilities, family ties, love, friendship, everything...

The illusion faded, and Ajisha, who was trapped in memories, woke up.

His eyes regained their spirits. He saw that it was not the lakeside with blue sky and clear water, nor was it. It was the face that had already blurred tears in his memory, but a face that looked downward. Even the expression of contempt and dullness could not be concealed. The ethereality that only elves had was stained with corruption that represents death, mixed with the characteristics of light and darkness, giving people a sense of difference and contradiction.

It's him, Ian Quidling!

"Ye'an, Viscount Lelarion."

"You..." His vision spread, and Ajisha found that the place he was in was not from the chamber where he was almost in a abandoned state after he took office, but a temporary dock for fishermen to catch fish on the shore of Lake Wendy Lana. The walkway made of wooden boards has been flooded with the skyrocketing lake water. The cold lake water that was not yet reached the barley stimulated his nerves that had not yet fully recovered from his hallucinations.

Taking himself outside the city must not be for chatting alone. Aji Sha tried to sit up, stroked his trembling hands around his neck, and his throat was burning like a fire, and he couldn't speak. This situation...

"I've poured you the soup of the fire mushrooms." After receiving Ajisha's gaze seeking explanation, Victor spoke slowly: "I'm not interested in meaningless battles, and I don't want to waste time."

Fire mushrooms are medicinal materials used for alchemy, and the calories they come with are not something that humans can bear.

Burn my throat, doesn't this guy want to seal it anymore?

Ajisha had no time to figure out why Victor burned his throat. The calm lake water rippled, and a blue-purple figure suddenly jumped out of the water. His neat figure made him lose his mind for a moment.

It looks very much like... and the figure that is covered in memory...

"You really brought him." The jade-like eyes shrank suddenly when they saw Ajisha prostrating on the ground. The banshee leader wanted to pounce on him now and tear his enemies to pieces.

"I have brought the person, I don't know if you can keep your promise half a day ago." In front of Ajisha, Victor reminded the banshee leader of their previous agreement.

"I will only fulfill my promise only when I see him die with my own eyes." The barrier of Lelarion City is extremely solid, and Ajisha's whereabouts are difficult to grasp. The banshee leader who is willing to avenge his fellow tribe has never found a chance. If she missed this time, she would probably not have the next chance if she could not leave Lake Wendy Lana.

Ajisha held the wooden board under him with both hands, stared at his eyes tightly and slowly turned to look at his elf. The sharp light from his blue pupils like the sky made him feel cold. He was cold and ruthless, and he could do anything to achieve his goal. Those eyes explained the owner's character.

He wants to kill me?

He doesn't want a seal anymore?

Several thoughts flashed through Ajisha's mind, but they could not suppress the fear of facing death.

"I wanted to keep you for a while, but I had no choice but to make the bait myself." The troublesome thing to keep Ajisha was to keep him in order to make the seal he held. The plan to lure the black dragon with Ajisha was almost impossible, so Victor could only choose another plan with higher danger.

Seeing the palm that was stretching towards him, Ajisha instinctively opened his mouth and shouted to visit: But his throat, which was still sore, could only make a vague sound.

No...I don't want to die...

The tablet's voice whispered the name of the undead spell, and Ajisha's scalp was numb. He struggled to get up, but his limp limbs made him watch the effect of his spells be torn a little bit, and finally turned into pure life energy and sucked into another undead mage who was just a stone's distance.

"Uhhhh..." A shrill cry resounded over Lake Wendylana. The banshee leader watched coldly as the enemy who killed his sister disappeared from his eyes. The green vertical pupil turned to the half-elf who had just cast a terrifying spell. No... It was no longer appropriate to call him an elf. He gave up the pride of the sunlight spirit and chose to fall. The undead mage who claimed to be Quedlin had become an evil and evil existence than the dark elves.

"Can I ask you to fulfill your promise now?" After completely absorbing Ajisha's flesh and blood, Victor once again asked for the agreed agreement.

"You are so straightforward. He is your fellow tribe." Seeing that Ajisha had only lying in a robe, the banshee leader frowned slightly.

She wanted that kid's life, but she didn't expect Quedlin to actually kill him. It was something she didn't expect, and the identities of nobles and necromancers did not play a role in protecting them at all.

"Just jokingly, he is just a failed betrayer. The undead has no love for the same race, only respects strength, and the weak have no chance to choose or be unwilling to accept it." Victor answered expressionlessly.

The wizard hundreds of years ago used his descendants to hide the seal. As long as his bloodline is constantly extinct, the seal will not be invalid. On the other hand, Ajisha has become the undead mage, and the only one of the last descendants of the Lelarion family. Instead of leading him on the road, it is better to kill him as the banshee leader. It can not only seize the seal that has been combined into one, but also win more time for the migration of the residents of Lelarion as planned.

Seeing that the banshee leader did not fully believe what he said to him, Victor gave another explanation.

"Do you hate Ajisha so much? Do you want to avenge Pari?" As soon as Victor finished speaking, the banshee leader immediately became alert.

"I've peeked at his memory. There's no need to be so alert. I hate the betrayer." Half-true and half-false words mixed with some of Victor's feelings: "I took a human disciple and taught him the spells I know with all my wisdom. However, I didn't expect that the boy was in a ungrateful and angry manner and trapped me in the tower. In order to survive and revenge, I gave up the glory of the elf and chose to transform into a necromancer. So... I especially hate betrayers like Ajisha."

The banshee leader carefully looked at the half-elves in front of him. His expression was not visible on his cold face, and his cold eyes were shining with cold light, and he could not tell whether his words were true or false.

In any case, Pari's revenge is avenged. If human beings can truly keep their promises and withdraw from the scope of Lake Wendylana, she can stick to her promise to stop killing people.

"My fellow tribe and I will keep our promises and never kill people. Similarly, you will take away the humans who invade my territory." He jumped and jumped into the lake, and the banshee leader quickly left. Until he could not feel the banshee's aura, Victor then took off his guard and half-kneeled on the somewhat rotten wooden board.

Is it backfire?

He clenched his fists and endured the tumultuous force that could not be stopped in his body.

After absorbing Ajisha's flesh and blood, an unprecedented force exploded in the body composed of the art of the dead, as hot as the judgment of the holy light, and the gradually rising temperature made Victor a little panicked.

The black dragon's seal is strange!

You can't be here... you will be discovered by Klein if you are too close to Leilarion City.

The lich who never trusted anyone, fought with the last trace of reason, took himself away from the lakeside with the wind. Not long after it left, Clayin arrived as Victor guessed.

Looking at the familiar clothes on the simple pier, Clay recognized that it was Ajisha's clothes. He gently slid his nose, and except for this abandoned pier, he could no longer smell the lich's breath.

Have you run far? This kid will hide from me even if he eats someone...

He looked at the mountains on the lake thoughtfully and shook his head. He was not interested in Victor's eating process. But Klein did not expect that if he chased after him, he would definitely see a very interesting scene.

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Stumbling forward in the woods, Victor teared up his black robe, an unprecedented feeling made it whisper in pain. The body that should not have had warmth was burning like a fire, and the heat almost burned its remaining rationality.

The feeling of melting caused uncertain fear in the lich's heart. It had no entity and had become a phantom from the beginning. Once the holy object with the Book of the Undead was damaged, it would return to the lower world where the Soul Box was located.

In the temple of Death, the things I have come into contact with the Book of the Dead cannot be hidden from the gods I serve, and the outcome is...you can imagine.

Hold on, Victor, you haven't achieved your goal yet! The opportunity you get from giving up the glory and responsibility of the chants... cannot be wasted in vain.

The hand that stretched out to the sky grabbed a few times and looked up at the sun in the sky. The lich roared silently in his heart.

I haven't got the answer yet, I'm not willing to give up
Chapter completed!