[Promoted to the second-ring wizard, your soul power has been materialized]
[You have the ability to release higher-level spells]
[The life and death intersection clause is in effect...]
[The Thinker is still in effect...]
[Your soul is observing life and death, and continues to think about the construction of new spells. In this process, you purchased new wizard data with soul stones.]
[Soul Collector is in effect. Your soul fluctuations are concealed. No one knows that your strength has increased.]
[You keep a low profile, knowing that if other wizards knew about your promotion speed, it would cause a huge uproar, and even the tower master, who rarely shows up, would come out.]
[You are filled with emotion and don’t want to waste your time here]
[You love to learn, and continue to learn, combining real-world wizard knowledge to create your own two-ring ritual]
[You begin to enter the realm of the dead to purify your own Dark Crow]
[One drop of lich's tear, ten dark grasses, two dark crow's wing bones, and a blood moon at night, to arrange a certain spell array]
[Your incomplete Darkraven mount has evolved]
[Transformed into a true crow of the underworld]
[It is an immortal species without flesh and blood, made entirely of bones, with soul fire connected to the underworld]
[Not very strong, only has the advantage of being faster]
[But for you, this is a great start, it means you have officially entered the realm of the dead, souls, and death.]
[You gaze upon the endless underworld]
…
[Simulation Year 6, You Are 23 Years Old]
[After a year of training, you have mastered several second-level spells. Although you have not yet reached the limit of your combat power, you are no longer afraid of ordinary undead.]
[Even if you encounter upper-middle-level undead such as Undead Knights and Ghost Witches, you still have a certain degree of confidence]
【This year, there is a once-in-a-decade dark tide of the dead】
[This is a carnival feast for the undead, and also a countdown to the death of the world]
[The White Crow Tower begins recruiting troops, preparing to cooperate with the Knights of the Aoka Kingdom to strike a heavy blow to the approaching undead.]
[You had no intention of participating, so you checked out of the room in the tower and left the White Crow Tower early.]
"undercurrent……"
"A natural disaster like this one, where the undead erupt, should be the best opportunity to harvest soul fire. Unfortunately, there are too many people and it is not suitable to do it in the White Crow Tower."
"My situation is special, so it's more appropriate for me to act alone."
The jagged wing bones pierce the deathly aura.
Soul fire dances in the empty eye sockets.
The crow flapped its wings, leaving a light-colored trail in the dark sky. Its tailbone was weathered and mottled, leaving only a few remaining feathers that fluttered in the wind like broken arrows.
Xu Xi was sitting on the back of the crow, with soft material paved as a cushion to cushion the hardness of the bones.
The wind is howling.
Below is a towering wall made of steel and magic.
Adventurers of all kinds came in and out, holding various weapons, with solemn expressions, all of them on guard against the impending dark tide of the undead.
Only a very small number of wizard apprentices would raise their heads and look at the black shadow flying rapidly in the air with envy.
In the past.
Xu Xi also left the White Crow Tower.
But that was just a short departure to collect soul fire or other extraordinary materials.
This time is different.
This time, Xu Xi will leave forever. After harvesting enough soul fire with the help of the Dark Tide, he will go to a more distant place to take a peek into the secrets of the world of the dead.
"Which direction should I go first..." Xu Xi looked down at the vast land below.
Several place names flashed through my mind quickly.
But in the end, my eyes looked back the way I came.
I am a little worried about that brave man who is too naive.
…
It was pitch black, so dark that you could hardly see your hand.
The cold, desolate world is lifeless.
Tired, the heavy hands that wielded the sword were left numb.
In the dark and lightless world, only the black sun and the blood moon were visible. Withered white finger bones broke through the soil, and then skulls crawled out one by one.
When they stood up, rotten mud continued to fall from the joints of their bones.
Deep in the head, a deep blue soul fire was beating.
Boom boom
Boom boom
The undead cannot speak, only make meaningless hoarse noises, but the sound of their dislocated bones shifting creates a tsunami as deafening as the mountains and the sea.
The land of the Crawfield family.
Thoroughly.
Overwhelmed by the endless dead.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!" Several collisions were heard in the area occupied by the dead. They were the sounds of sharp swords chopping bones.
A figure in armor was moving, using nimble steps and swift sword skills to extinguish the soul fires of the undead.
However, this behavior is meaningless.
The waves of the dead were as numerous as the sea of clouds, rushing back to every inch of Crawfield. Everything in their path would be trampled deeply into the soil.
"Can't……"
"Absolutely not..."
"Let you invade the land of Crawfield at will!"
Armor inside.
A tired and hoarse voice was heard.
Helpless, distressed, angry.
The brave man took action again, holding the "Holy Sword", cutting out the "Holy Light" and launching an attack against the undead in front of him.
But--
It's useless. It's absolutely useless.
"Bang!!!" A huge undead warhorse rushed out and instantly knocked the brave man away, causing him to roll several times and finally crash heavily into the rocks.
He struggled, trembling, the tip of his sword stuck into the ground, and he stood up with difficulty, holding onto the hilt.
Helmet falls off.
Revealing a half-undead, half-human face.
Dirty, tired, haggard and pale.
It was a shocking and tragic picture.
The undead girl who pretended to be a "hero" was wearing ordinary armor and holding an ordinary sword. She was alone and faced the horrific natural disaster.
"Father..."
"Mother..."
"I won't let you down. Even if I'm alone, I will protect Krawfield..."
"ah!!!"
The soul fire surged, and emotions turned into a strong driving force.
Sylvia charged again with her sword.
But in the face of the absolute gap in strength, everything seems so insignificant.
The undead warhorse roared as it was ridden by the headless knight, charging and piercing through. The huge bone spear directly pierced Sylvia through.
Then continue.
The bone spear was slowly raised by the headless knight.
“I…I…”
The armor cracked, revealing the undead body within.
The girl's soul fire was beating violently, and the sound was intermittent. She was lifted into the air, holding the bone spear tightly with both hands, wanting to do something.
But she couldn't do anything.
Finally, the Headless Knight threw the things on the ground casually like throwing away garbage.
Sylvia's body was deeply embedded in it.
Make a hole.
Smash to create cracks.
So tired...
Father, Mother, Sylvia is so tired...
"Blah! Hula!" The headless knight's enormous power stirred up dense debris falling.
Many of them fell into the pit and collided with the skeleton of the undead girl, with a sound as crisp as raindrops.
The soul fire in the skull is on the verge of being extinguished.
So tired.
I'm really tired.
This thought lingered in the soul fire, and was the last thought of the "brave man".
Being alone is really tiring...