South, poisonous valley.

This valley is very remote, with lush trees at the entrance and lingering with poisonous miasma, which ordinary people cannot enter.

Deep in the valley, a mage tower was built. The master of the mage tower was Rafiber, the teacher of the Premo family.

On that day, Wandom fell, and Raphael chose to escape. The place where he escaped was this secret mage tower.

In his opinion, this place was the safest. He never had to worry about orcs disturbing him under the toxic fog. Even in the end, when he heard that the Premo family defected to Grand Duke Lehman and obtained Fix Island as territory, he did not go there.

In fact, he wanted to go through, but he couldn't bear to be shameless. Of course, he knew that the escape that day was equivalent to betrayal of the entire Premo family. Now that the family is safe, he rushed back to enjoy the fruits, and it would be strange if he was not scolded to death.

So he finally stayed in this isolated valley and focused on studying his magic.

!No! Wrong!

In his opinion, he might have spent the rest of his life here, and no one would disturb him, and he could immerse himself in the magic world wholeheartedly.

Although this is a bit lonely, it is generally pretty good.

However, his peaceful time did not last long. In less than half a year, someone broke the tranquility of the poisonous valley. To be precise, it was not a human, but a magical creature.

The creature was covered with cold and desperate cold air. Through the wide cloak, you could see a skeleton and two skeletons with ice-blue flames burning in their eye sockets.

"Lich? Who are you? Why are you invading my territory!" Rafiber stood at the door of his mage tower, holding a staff in his hand, and looking at the invader coldly.

"Hahaha." The skeleton laughed, his voice was empty and vicissitudes. He took off his hood of the cloak and exposed his jade-like head: "Rafiber, don't you recognize me anymore? Oh, you can't confirm it, because my appearance has changed a lot recently."

Rafiber frowned and said nothing, and the other party's tone made him feel a little familiar.

"I'll change my appearance, you should be able to recognize me."

As he spoke, the cold air around the skeleton began to move, surrounding the skeleton's body. Then he formed a misty body. Although it didn't look very real, it could roughly show the person's appearance.

Rafiber was shocked: "Disentas? Are you dead?"

The skeleton laughed, and the mist around me dissipated again: "I am indeed dead. Urosis abandoned me. But I have a new master, whose name is Ertus, Lord of Death. He gives me a new body, allowing me to gain new life, immortal life!"

"I don't care what happened to you. But I don't welcome you here, get out of the way. Evil Lich!" Rafiber roared, and the magic crystal at the tip of the staff emitted a dazzling light. The huge magic power was gathering into the crystal.

Rafiber hated the culprit of the destruction of Vandom. He wanted to blow this guy into scum, but he didn't dare. During his lifetime, Disentas' magical attainments exceeded his power and his strength. He knew that he was not an opponent.

Although he has changed his appearance now, the fluctuating magic power has not weakened at all, but has become stronger than before.

"Haha, you dare not!" Disentas drank Rafiber's psychological defense line in one sip: "You dare not! Rafiber, you know you are not my opponent."

"Die, the demon!" Rafiber roared, the light on the staff was even more powerful, but the magic never appeared.

"Do you do it? After you do it, you will die. You are a betrayer, and your soul will fall into the abyss of hell and suffer. No, you don't even have that opportunity. My master will capture your soul and give you the most terrible torture, torture you unimaginable. Think about it, the feeling of depriving your soul of the power is like using a small knife to cut the flesh off you bit by bit, and cut it for the first half of the year, never stopping, and always suffering..."

"Stop talking!" Raphael felt sweat oozing out of his forehead.

"No, I insist on talking. Do you know? Hundreds of thousands of undead have gathered in the south. All the warriors who died in Vandom have surrendered to their masters. These armies are more terrifying and ruthless than the orc army. They are enough to sweep the entire continent and bring everything to death. You have nowhere to hide!" Disentas's voice was cruel. After experiencing death, his mind was completely distorted. He worshiped Ertus frantically and had lost all his reason.

But Rafiber is not easy to deceive. He sneered: "One hundred thousand? So what about a hundred thousand undead? It would be good if the undead who can fight can have 30,000. You dare to say that you sweep the continent, it's ridiculous!"

"So I'm here." Disentas smiled, "I need your strength."

Rafiber was silent. He stared at the lich opposite him, and after a long time, he finally spoke in dejection: "What can I get?"

He had to survive, but he believed he was not a match for Disentas, so surrender was his only choice.

Rafiber knew the consequences very well. Once he did this, he would definitely be despised by the world, and his name would be nailed to the pillar of shame forever. But he didn't care about such things. Compared with his own life, these formal things didn't matter.

He just needs to live.

"The power of immortality!" Disentas smiled: "I knew you would choose the right path, Rafi, you are the only sensible person in Vendome."

"Eternal life with the body of a skeleton?"

"As you like, the Lord of Death controls death, and you can live forever with the body you are now. The only thing to note is to protect your body carefully and not be ruined in the fire of war, otherwise the master will not be kind enough to recast it for you. By then, you will only have a lich body."

"...Okay." Rafiber responded with difficulty: "What do I need to do?"

"Expand the power of the master. Of course, before this, you need to master the power of death. Take this magic book and take a look." Disentas took out a magic book, with a black cover and a lifelike skeleton carved on it. It was the Necrotic Spell Book.

Rafiber took it.

"The first mission. There is a small village outside the poisonous valley. Use plague gas to send them on the road of immortality." Disentas smiled: "Oh. The plague gas is recorded in this book, on the first page, a very simple magic. With your knowledge, you can master it in three days, right?"

Rafiber opened the pages with difficulty and saw the 'plague gas'.

Plague poison gas, intermediate undead transformation magic, covers a 500-meter-range area after casting. All lives in the area will be transformed into undead.

What an evil magic. After swallowing, Rafiber nodded: "I will do it."

"I believe in you, Rafi." Diesentas laughed emptyly and turned away.

Magicians are scholars. They are too smart and like to measure gains and losses, like to negotiate and compromise. They rarely break up and fight. Real battles happen.

At this moment.

Rafiber took the magic book and stood blankly. After a long time, he sighed and returned to the mage tower with the magic book.

The situation is like this, and in order to survive, he can only succumb to the power of darkness.

……………………

At the same time, the king of the Aulaki Kingdom in the west was at a loss. Of course, this was not for the undead. Of course, he had heard of the undead demons in the south, but it was the Southern affairs and had nothing to do with him.

Ordos is very young, only thirty years old this year, strong and ambitious. His greatest wish in his life is to defeat Grand Duke Lehman on the battlefield in his lifetime and force the other side to surrender.

The power of his kingdom is not weak, because he has a very powerful army against the Frost Giants in the Extreme North for many years, but unfortunately this army is trapped in the north and cannot be withdrawn.

But even so, it doesn't matter. The other forces of the kingdom are enough to fight against Grand Duke Lehman, and even surpass them. In his five years of reign, the two sides have basically had the upper hand in some minor frictions on the battlefield.

Of course, this is a good thing, but a troublesome thing has happened recently.

Grand Duke Lehman actually obtained a powerful warrior, a terrible genius who is very likely to be promoted to the Legendary Realm in the past two years.

He sent out three tulip warriors, escaped one, and brought back the news. The three of them besieged and defeated by the opponent in five seconds. And the other party was still protecting one person. If the opponent was focused, then the three of them would definitely be killed on the spot.

With such force, it can be inferred that the other party may be promoted to legend at any time.

In this way, the Principality of Lehman would have a real martial saint, a quasi-saint who was forced to build up with his own strength, rather than various medicines and alchemy methods.

Perhaps, in the eyes of ordinary people in mainland China, there are not many martial saints, but there are also many, which does not seem to be uncommon.

But in fact, most of them are quasi-saints. For example, in the Kingdom of Aolaki, there are eight martial saints, but seven of them are quasi-saints. The power of these quasi-saints is only the lower level of legends and cannot make progress throughout their lives.

There are only four martial saints in the Principal of Lehman, the most powerful one is the Red Moon Sword Saint, who was promoted by his own strength. He was so powerful that he looked down at the entire Starlight Continent. Facing the saint, it is not difficult to have one-to-five ones.

There are only two who can compete with it in the entire continent. One is Edward Rhine, the commander of the Frost Crusade in the Kingdom against the Frost Giant. He is called the Thunder Sword Saint. Because of the Frost Giant, this Sword Saint guards the northern frontier and never participates in other battles. Even Ordos cannot order him.

Another martial saint is Morovogen, who is a civilian and a hermit. His weapon is a silver heavy sword. When swung, it looks like a full moon. He is known as the full moon Martial Saint.

He does not belong to any country, his whereabouts are hidden, and no one knows where he is. His last move was ten years ago, and he cut off the head of the evil black dragon with one sword.

These three people are called the Three Saints of the Human Race. Although there are many other quasi-saints, including some great nobles, there are more than twenty of them. However, these quasi-saints are just small stars by the bright moon. Although they are respected, they cannot become strategic forces that can change the situation of the war.

As for the likes of the teachers, although they are also legendary strong men and have very strong power, these guys are all scholars and do not like to fight directly. They are generally neutral characters. Even kings are difficult to drive them, so they are not enough to rely on.

Originally, the Red Moon Sword Saint of the Principal of Lehman was old, and Auldus was at the moment of ambitiousness, but he didn't expect that the other party would find another martial saint, so why didn't he feel depressed?

"Hey, this guy Vincent, is such a good luck!"

The Tulip Warrior failed to assassinate, so he gave up his plan to continue assassination and also gave up his plan to subdue the Principality of Lehman within ten years. (To be continued...)

Chapter 231 Smart Teacher:
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