Throne of Magical Arcana

Northward, the coastal corridor is a ridiculous land further north. The hardy woods and strange terrain turn this place into a paradise for werewolves, ice bears and other creatures. There are even more powerful magic creatures wandering in this vast land. Deep, such as the Silver Dragon, White Dragon, Frost Giant Lord, etc.

Therefore, although the road to the eastern exile is a result of a little bit of pioneering adventurers, avoiding the most dangerous areas, but the caravans and pedestrians walking on these roads often encounter various attacks. , So that the north is covered with a layer of blood-like chaotic colors, known as the paradise of the desperate.

In the freezing moon, this area has long been covered with a white cap. Even the perennial green trees are also covered with pure white yarn. At a glance, there is no trace of variegation. If you stare at them for a long time, even Will not open your eyes.

But on the road where the car marks that have been crushed are not covered by the snow, a shocking blood is blooming, and the weapons such as long swords, spears, and giant hammers discarded at random indicate that this happened. Fierce fighting.

Follow the footprints on the ground, leave the avenue, and continue to the north, you will see a primeval forest that can't see the edge, and in the depths of the forest, there is a hidden gap to the ground. At the end of it is a quite wide Underground cave.

In the underground caves, a torch was inserted into the stone wall, making the whole place brightly lit, but the flames burning on these torches were extremely strange pale, as if there was no temperature, no soul, and nothing!

The pale light spilled from the torch and shone on a creeping black robe in the cave, setting them off in a dreadful manner.

These black-robed men's foreheads are close to the ground. From the characteristics of their bodies and side faces, it can be clearly judged that they are not all humans. Werewolves with long cheeks, orcs with obvious signs of various animals, and frost that occupy a large area giant……

They were motionless, like dead bodies, and in the center of their worship was an altar made of white bones. A black robe with a pale flame jumping in his eyes stood in front of the altar, quietly watching the various exhaled death breaths. Mysterious pattern, watching the giant sickle on the altar symbolizing the harvest of life.

"Birth means the beginning of death, that is the ending we can never avoid ..."

The black robe raised his hands violently, chanting inexplicable prayers, and a quietly burning pale flame rose from the altar.

"Birth means the beginning of death ..."

Those black robes like corpses finally moved, and their hoarse buzzing sound caused their bodies to tremble slightly.

The voice of the high priest at the front is very mysterious, and the extreme fanaticism is manifested in extreme coldness: "Compared with the long after death, life is short and meaningless. Only darkness, coldness, and death are eternal themes ..."

"We will eventually be decayed, and only when our souls enter the kingdom of death and sleep can we avoid the slow demise ..."

The high priest's eyes gradually became hollow: "Today we will offer sacrifices to our Lord, as well as our own lives, so that the soul can be supported and let it truly live!"

"I am willing to dedicate my life to the Lord, in exchange for the support of the soul ..." Those in black robe seemed to be hypnotized, and his voice numbly answered without fluctuation.

Hearing their answer, the high priest breathed a long sigh of relief, and he sent a group of devout believers to the Lord to let the true meaning of death be manifested. It is getting closer and closer to the Lord, and it will be more and more free from the body and soul of mortals and transform into a real messenger of death.

At that time, you will get a double sublimation of life and soul, becoming a powerful existence comparable to legendary magicians and epic knights!

Thinking of this, he only felt that the pale death flame in his heart was "burning" more and more fierce and weird, looming in his mind and surroundings the seemingly dead world, filled with an extremely peaceful world full of undead creatures.

"This is indeed a sign of getting closer and closer to the Lord. I have been able to vaguely sense the great and sacred death paradise. When my sense of it becomes very clear, it is my chance of getting detached!"

At this time, the sleepy humans around the altar woke up. Some of them were dressed gorgeously, and some were wearing leather armor, which was no different from the caravans walking on the northern business roads.

"You, what are you going to do?" Some people accused in panic and consternation.

"Damn the robber, will you pay for attacking us?" Some people are still in a state of anger.

"Please, let us go, all the goods and money belong to you, and killing us is useless to you." Some people noticed the anomaly from the strange surroundings, and the whole body shivered.

The high priest raised his head, and pale flames jumped out of those dark and dark eyes, and as soon as he looked at the two flames, the humans were paralyzed and unable to make any sound.

"Go to the middle of the altar and give your life to the Lord." The high priest made a flat sound without fluctuation.

These merchants and mercenaries were extremely pale and full of fear, but they could not resist the command of the high priest. They stood up like magic and walked to the center of the altar involuntarily.

The man who first walked to the pale flame shook his hand and picked up the black scythe. His eyes were full of fear, fear, despair, and madness, but his hand was still very calmly cut with this seemingly weightless scythe. Up his throat.

A terrible wound appeared in his throat, but no drop of blood spurted out. The whole body quickly withered and the skin was wrinkled. In a short moment, it turned into a dry body, and there seemed to be something transparent in his body. Put into the "pale flame".

The pale flame rose a little higher, and the blade of the black sickle had a deep red and black mark.

The high priest felt a kind of joy from the heart, which is more than any experience of enjoyment. Even without the improvement of strength and the reward of the Lord, this joy can make him yearn for the ceremony.

The world of death looming in the mind and surrounding space became a little clearer.

"My sublimation has gone one step further, closer to the Lord ..." the high priest groaned, but no one in the entire underground cavern paid attention to his gaffe.

One sacrifice sacrificed his own life, making the pale flame more powerful, and seemed to be jumping out of the altar.

"Come on, show your piety, life is short, and death is eternal!" The high priest turned suddenly, solemnly worshiping the authentic.

The voice of the black robe changed, and said enthusiastically: "I am willing to dedicate my life to the Lord in exchange for the support of the soul ..."

This fanatical atmosphere made the death sickle seem to feel, buzzing, flying from the altar and hovering over the top of the underground cave.

"I am willing to dedicate my life to the Lord in exchange for the support of my soul!"

The black robe prayed again in unison, but no longer answered, but from the heart.

There is a deep red giant sickle at the edge of the blade as if absorbing all the light, making the entire underground cave dark, and only the pale flame in the center is not affected.

The huge sickle suddenly fell, just falling into the pale flame. At that moment, the bodies of those in black robes were shaken together, their eyes lost all their brilliance, and it seemed that something important was sucked into the flame.

The pale flame expanded at once, submerging the entire underground cave, and the skin of the black robe began to rot, and the dark red flame jumped out of the eyes, and instantly became an undead creature!

The high priest was even more happy, and could no longer distinguish between the material world and the death paradise, only to feel that his soul had been greatly sublimated.

"Great Lord of Death, please enjoy your sacrifice!" He cried out loudly, and an undead creature in the cave also raised his arms like a lush forest.

The pale flame gathered at once, condensed and condensed, only one person's size left, but there was an illusory door in the center.

The door opened, and a monster in a black cloak appeared in the flames. Behind it was a plain of wandering countless undead creatures. At its feet were various white bone-cast palaces.

This monster seems to be the incarnation of death, which makes it impossible for people to look directly at it, because when it sees it, it will immediately lose all its life. Fortunately, it cannot step out of this pale flame, and it cannot let death cover the world.

The high priest only felt that the soul was fluttering, seeming to have an essential improvement, so he was even more unable to extricate himself.

"My strength has increased again! My soul has sublimated again!"

The monster in the black cloak looked outside, and a pale and hollow eyes suddenly showed a trace of abnormal fluctuations. Then, its body separated from the other like a mirror, but only two of them had half the breath of the past. Too.

The separated dead monster vacated a pale flame, engulfed itself, and then joined with the surrounding flame and the altar.

With the sound of the weird mantra from the remaining body of the monster, the flame tumbling violently, condensing to the appearance of a substantial gate, and gradually stained with a rich blood color.

boom!

When the gate appeared blurred, the unimaginable chaotic killing breath radiated out, so the sky outside sounded a rare winter thunder, and the entire cave began to violently shake, bringing up the whole reckless shaking.

The high priest suddenly found his soul sublimated to the extreme, and the world of death around and in his mind was completely clear.

"I succeeded?"

His inner ecstasy emerged, so he prepared to merge himself with the world of death to gain the power of legend, but at this time, the piece of death world disappeared at once, a group of meat balls that did not know how many eyes, how many heads, how many hands and feet were put together Appeared in front of him.

After seeing this ball of meat, the high priest only felt that the soul had completely changed, and his ability to think quickly disappeared.

"Do not!"

He finally wailed in horror, his body became strangely shaped, and he grew out of thick black tentacles.

In Keswick, the capital of the North Coastal Corridor, "Mrs. Burning" stood up and looked into the distance. She felt that there was extreme evil and chaos coming out!

"Herculi, what happened?" She hurriedly contacted Herculi, the "lord of gas".

Hercules floating at the top of the magic tower held the crystal ball and said solemnly: "The abyss will try to come, we must stop it immediately, I have notified the council."

This kind of thing must be handled by at least one Arcanist, and Helen of Palmela ’s cabin is guarding Allinge-if the abyss will really come, even if his injury is not cured, it is an extremely terrible thing , This time there is no god drop technique to beat him back!And who knows if he will blow himself up unexpectedly, destroying the whole north.