Chapter 298 Mastering New Magic and Adding Fire
High in the sky.
The leader was suspended in the air, and the easily dispersible black mist negative energy on his body became condensed again, covering up his faintly revealed figure.
Tang Zheng was also suspended in mid-air, and the bone dragon beside him flapped its half-missing wings.
A tense atmosphere filled the air, as if the two would fight again in the next moment.
After a tentative fight.
Tang Zheng already had a relatively clear understanding of the alliance leader's strength. In the crisis situation of the "Fire Realm", he did not use the seventh-level magic. There are only two possibilities.
"Let's talk." The leader suddenly spoke, his tone still condescending, but much calmer.
"What."
Tang Zheng was slightly stunned and a little surprised.
On the ground.
Khajiit looked up from time to time, looking at the two people in the air, with sweat constantly beading on his forehead.
He always felt that the development of things was somewhat beyond his expectations. He originally thought that he would die and the mysterious man would also die at the hands of the leader, but the current situation was developing in another direction.
But what Khajiit is really worried about now is whether he can survive.
Not long after.
Under Khajiit's gaze, Tang Zheng and the leader flew down from the air and stood steadily on the ground.
The two of them looked like they had reached some kind of agreement.
Khajiit's heart beat a few times uncontrollably, and he felt that he would be killed in the next moment.
Escape? With the strength of the two leaders, where can he escape to?
The leader wanted to kill him, and if the mysterious man really reached some kind of agreement with the leader, then he would be of no use to him.
Khajiit was sweating profusely without realizing it.
"Khajit."
The leader's calm voice came.
Khajiit trembled all over, and responded with a trembling voice: "Leader."
"How is the 'Death Spiral Ritual' you set up?"
Khajiit didn't know why the leader suddenly asked about this, and answered cautiously: "It will take some time."
Since entering the hilly area, his main task during this period was to create undead beings so as to better attract negative energy.
"Take me to where the ceremony is set up."
The leader spoke, then looked at Tang Zheng beside him: "The demi-humans are not so easy to control. There are two major kingdoms, the Holy Kingdom and the Silian Theocracy, nearby. Be careful that you have been targeted."
Faced with this opening without a beginning or an end.
Tang Zheng seemed to understand what the leader meant, and said calmly: "I will pay attention."
"Everyone takes what they need." The leader responded.
During the whole process, Tang Zheng and his friend didn't pay any attention to Khajiit who was listening to the conversation with his ears perked up beside them.
The leader took Khajiit away and headed for the "corpse pit" near the mountains.
Tang Zheng stood there, watching the two leaders leave, and pondered for a moment: "Come out."
Whoosh! A white figure emerged from the forest on the hill behind. It was the White Mist Witch.
"Master, do you want to send someone to keep an eye on them?"
There was a look of fear in the eyes of the White Mist Witch. She had watched the entire horrific battle just now.
Staring?
Tang Zheng shook his head: "In the entire hilly area, I am the only one who can keep an eye on the leader. There is no need to waste your energy."
"The situation is becoming increasingly interesting."
He reached a temporary verbal agreement with the alliance leader. The reason why Tang Zheng agreed was because the alliance leader mentioned that the "Death Spiral Ritual" in Khajiit's hands was incomplete.
Tang Zheng had no idea whether it was true or not, but this had obviously become the other party's negotiating condition.
The leader seemed to be well aware of the importance of the "Death Spiral Ritual" to people like Tang Zheng, or in other words, anyone who set their sights on this ritual had a simple purpose.
Become immortal and gain eternal life!
Then continue to study magic to gain powerful strength!
Being a “deviant” is the limit for humans, but this is not the case for the alien species that have become undead.
In the eyes of the alliance leader, Tang Zheng possessed such powerful strength that he had almost reached the upper limit of human beings, so he set his sights on the "Death Spiral Ritual".
"What is the specific purpose of this leader?"
There was a thoughtful look in Tang Zheng's eyes. He thought that the purpose revealed by the other party was not credible. He was thinking about the alliance leader's deeper purpose.
It was as if Tang Zheng deliberately showed his importance to the "Death Spiral Ritual". In fact, the only thing he was interested in about this ritual was its way of absorbing negative energy.
"I originally thought that it would be a little difficult to completely put the blame on Chiranon with just Khajiit, a small character. Now, I don't need to pretend anymore."
Tang Zheng did not expect that the leader would appear directly and ask the White Mist Witch: "What's going on over there, Ge Jin?"
"We have already contacted the people from the Holy Kingdom. Just as the master guessed, not only did we fail to reach an agreement, but Ge Jin also fought with the people from the Holy Kingdom."
The White Mist Witch immediately responded with a smile.
"Both parties have barriers and taboos against each other. If they want to communicate with each other, without complete trust in each other, it will only become meaningless communication." Tang Zheng understood.
He was not surprised by this result.
Ever since the last time the Holy Kingdom sent someone to ask him for intelligence information about Ge Jin, Tang Zheng guessed that the Holy Kingdom intended to have a private contact with Ge Jin.
However, both sides were naive.
What Go Jin knew was limited, and many things were just his own guesses. The Holy Kingdom was hostile to demi-humans, so it was impossible for them to completely believe what Go Jin said.
And now Go Jin is not just an independent individual, but the king of a population, and he has to take more things into consideration.
Go King's movements.
Tang Zheng has always paid close attention to this, as it is a very important card in his hand.
But now, the appearance of leader Zhilanon has made the situation a little complicated.
Tang Zheng was somewhat confused about the leader's thoughts. The only thing he was sure of was that the leader was planning something.
The other party should know that the Silian Theocracy has set its sights on this place.
Moreover, knowing that the Silian Theocracy had set its sights on the hilly area, they did not leave, which was even more strange! "White Mist."
Tang Zheng suddenly said.
"Master." White Mist Witch.
"Don't keep an eye on Go Jin for the time being. Pay attention to the situation of the lizardman Kuruxue."
The White Mist Witch nodded respectfully: "Understood."
Tang Zheng was standing on the edge of the hill, gazing at the vast hills in the distance. He raised his hand and pulled the red hood. An idea flashed through his mind, and he called up the attribute panel.
The two sides fought briefly, and among all the magic used by the leader, there were only three that he did not master.
3rd tier magic: "One-sided duel"
5th tier magic: "Broken Bone Prison"
6th tier magic: "Pale Fire"
"One-sided Duel" can prevent the opponent from using teleportation magic to escape. The only thing you need to pay attention to is to be wary of the possibility that the opponent teleports next to your teammates, making it easy for you to be besieged.
"Ruined Bone Prison" is a binding magic.
Tang Zheng has the "Sand Field" in his hand, which can be transformed into four attributes and contains multiple effects. This magic is of little use to him.
"Pale Fire" is a range magic, an energy attack with two attributes: fire and negative. In the hands of the leader, this magic only has dual attributes.
But in Tang Zheng's hands! As long as it is attribute magic, it can be transformed into four attributes. This kind of magic can show a variety of forms in his hands.
Just like the summoning of the "Compound Elemental Spirits" he mastered.
[Skill points: 62 → 60]
With the consumption of two skill points, the two magics "One-Sided Duel" and "Pale Fire" were mastered.
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The other side.
The leader, Khajiit, walked on the dry and cracked wasteland with withered grass.
The hot and water-scarce climate means that there are very few weeds on the ground, with only some dead grass leaves and shrubs scattered throughout the view.
Against the backdrop of the strange figures of the Alliance Leader and Khajiit, exuding the aura of death, it seemed as if this area had fallen into a death zone.
Khajiit lowered his head and followed closely behind the leader, his sunken eye sockets casting shadows over his eyes.
Not being executed by the leader again did not make Khajiit feel safe, but became even more panicked. During the time he followed the leader, he knew the leader's character too well. He was an extremely cold person! "Isn't it strange?"
The leader's magnetic voice, like the friction of bones, rang out.
Khajiit's dirty yellow fingers trembled as his body swayed slightly.
"You should be thankful that this red robed spellcaster wants to see the possibility of you transforming from a human into an undead being."
"I hope you can succeed more than you do." The leader laughed strangely, with a hint of undetectable sarcasm: "For you, this is a rare opportunity, and also the last chance."
Khajiit's eyes were shocked.
The leader didn't seem to care about Khajiit's inner emotions and thoughts at the moment. He raised his finger and pointed to the sky: "Do you know what's going on?"
Khajiit raised his head blankly and said subconsciously: "I, I don't know."
It was his first time in the hilly area and he was not familiar with the climate here, so he didn't feel anything strange.
"The Abelion Hills haven't seen such a drought for hundreds of years. This is not normal climate change, but the result of magic."
"The only thing that can change the celestial phenomena on such a large scale is the sixth-level believer magic "Heavenly Manipulation"."
The leader slowly uttered a piece of information that shocked and made Khajiit unbelievable.
Sixth-tier magic!
Isn’t that the realm beyond human beings?
The level of the leader? This thought flashed through Khajiit's mind.
"Tsk." The leader tsks softly, and the black mist of negative energy covering his body wriggles slightly, and his pale eyes flicker with light: "From the fight just now, it can be confirmed that the red-robed caster is not the one who uses this magic."
"You've been here for a while. Have you noticed anyone using faith-based magic?"
Faced with the question, Khajiit could only shake his head. He really didn't know. All his energy had been put into arranging rituals and creating undead. He only knew a little about this group of demi-humans.
"idiot!"
The leader frowned, tapped his staff with his dry fingers, and murmured to himself: "With the strength of the red-robed spellcaster, plus this mysterious magic chanter of faith, they are indeed capable of ruling the entire hilly area."
"First create a dry climate to cause chaos, and then gradually control the hilly areas... It's an unimaginable strategy."
Khajiit followed along, becoming more and more frightened the more he listened, and gradually realized what the leader seemed to want to do.
"Alliance leader, what do you need me to do?"
Khajiit spoke up.
"hehe."
A faint sneer in response.
Khajiit's heart sank completely. He was not stupid and had realized that he might have been completely abandoned by the leader.
The only way to survive is to successfully become an immortal with the help of the "Death Spiral Ritual"! But - is there still time?
"No matter how deep it hides, there will always be a moment when it will show up." The leader laughed hoarsely in anticipation: "Then add some fuel to the fire, let me see what is hidden."
If he remembered correctly, Khajiit died at the hands of the angel summoned by the scroll, and the red-robed spellcaster was the one who killed Khajiit.
That deeply hidden magic chanter of faith might be the one who created the scroll? The leader was not sure, but there was indeed such a possibility.
There are only a few scroll-making masters who can create third-order magic scrolls. As for whether there are other scroll-making masters in secret, no one knows.
There may be a mysterious force behind this.
The leader is extremely curious, and he knows that there are many secrets in this world.
Could it be from that mysterious organization that is said to have no records? The leader shook his head again when he thought of this.
While thinking! The leader threw his arm out from the black mist, and a corpse was taken out from the magic leather bag and thrown out.
There was a muffled "bang" sound.
Khajiit couldn't help but look past it.
It was a subhuman corpse, a strange combination of a beast's upper body and a centaur's lower body.
A beast with a four-legged body? Khajiit knew this powerful sub-human race, and suddenly, his pupils shrank sharply.
He realized one thing!
The leader had already arrived at the Abelion Hills a long time ago, and not as the leader said at the beginning when he confronted the red-robed spellcaster, that he was teleported to his side as soon as he entered the hilly area.
In other words, the leader deliberately confronted the red-robed spellcaster and left the body of the demi-human behind.
The leader no longer paid any attention to the body and left it lying on the ground.
Khajiit's breathing became a little faster.
The words the leader said in front of him and the information he revealed did not show his appreciation for him, but that in the leader's eyes, he was already a dead man.
The dead tell no secrets!
In the eyes of the leader, it seemed that he had neither the time to complete the ritual nor the possibility of success.
Only those who have experienced death once can truly understand the powerlessness and horror of death.
He still has things he has to do!
Can't die! Absolutely can't die! Khajiit didn't want to face the endless dark abyss again, as a weakling, caught between these powerful magic chanters.
It seemed as if the lone boat on the ocean would be swallowed up by the water at any time, and a strong sense of unwillingness surged into my heart.
Khajiit hid his hands in his loose sleeves and clenched his fists tightly.
(End of this chapter)
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