The figure wrapped in a black robe was moving quickly in the wasteland, the blood-red claws fused with the right arm waving like an afterimage.
brush!
Jorah's eyes were calm, and he smashed three skeletons with his claws. Before more skeletons surrounded him, he jumped into the air nimbly like a wild beast, and used his claws to shoot out blood-red slashes.
Suddenly, the surrounding skeletons were killed one by one, and the soul fire floated out!
"call!"
Falling smoothly to the ground, Jorah let out a breath, his eyes flashed with luster, and a blood-red light appeared on his neck, which was covered by his collar, swallowing up the surrounding soul fire like a whirlpool.
After killing hundreds of skeletons, Jorah slowly closed his eyes.
Feeling the power gained from the killing, Jorah opened his eyes after a while, and a gleam of light burst out from his eyes.
"It is worthy of being the burial place of the gods."
Jorah raised his head and murmured to himself, "The mark of the God of Slaughter can be fully effective here. The power accumulated through killing can quickly increase my strength."
"Keep this pace, and if nothing else happens, I will be promoted to a second-level wizard soon!"
At this time, there was a fluctuation in the chest.
Jorah escaped from his arms and found a mirror, in which the figure of the devil appeared. As soon as the other party saw Jorah, a strange luster flashed in his eyes.
"Oh! My dear friend!"
The devil in the mirror spoke in an exaggerated tone, exclaiming, "In just a few days, your strength has improved to this level. I'm really surprised!"
"It seems that the divinity in your body has been completely imprinted..."
"Without further ado."
Jorah interrupted the devil in the mirror and said solemnly, ": I have evolved the divinity of killing into the mark of killing according to the method you said. Then as long as I keep killing, I will be promoted to the second level wizard!"
"The promise you made to me before should be fulfilled now, right?"
The devil's eyes in the mirror rolled, a hint of cunning appeared on his face, and he smiled and said, "Don't worry, my dear friend, according to the deal between us, I will only fulfill my promise if you are truly promoted to a second-level wizard."
"That's not possible now..."
Qiao La's face was slightly cold, but he didn't say much. He frowned and said, "In this case, why did you come to me?"
"Oh, don't be like this, friend."
The devil in the mirror spread his palms and chuckled, "Although the real deal between us has not yet begun, as a friend, I am still worried about your safety, so I want to pay attention to your current situation."
Jorah's face was expressionless and his eyes were cold.
He wouldn't believe a word of what the devil in the mirror said. The wizarding world and the abyss world have been fighting for many years. I'm afraid he can't even count how many wizards have been tricked to death by the devil.
Jorah would not be blindly confident in himself just because he was promoted to wizard.
If the Devil in the Mirror hadn't offered him a deal he couldn't refuse, Jorah would never have chosen to cooperate with him, let alone betray the academy and become a fallen wizard.
"Well, my friend."
Then, the devil in the mirror spoke again and said softly: "Since you have transformed the divinity of killing into a mark, I will not disturb your killing journey. I wish you will be promoted to a second-level wizard as soon as possible."
"At that time, I will give you the next instructions!"
With that, the devil disappeared into the mirror.
In the deserted wilderness, Jorah stood alone. Skeletons and zombies gradually appeared around him, surrounding him.
"Promoted to the second level wizard..."
Jorah's eyes flickered and he murmured: "Wait, Winnie, I will definitely rescue you!"
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Camp Gro.
The afterglow of the setting sun gradually disappeared, and in the sky, a crescent moon slowly rose into the sky, and the blood-like mist dissipated, forming a unique red moon.
"Is it the blood moon period again?"
At the entrance of the camp, Yudula frowned slightly. Next to him, a stooped and blind old man was standing on the spot, leaning on a cane.
"Blood moons have appeared more and more frequently recently." Yudula's face was solemn.
The unique blood moon scene in the Lost Continent will appear once every five days or so according to normal rules, and each time lasts for about an hour. However, in recent times, for unknown reasons, the blood moon has appeared more frequently.
In just seven days, the blood moon has appeared three times, and each time lasted for more than two hours. Undead creatures attacked the camp crazily, making the barrier unstable.
"The flames of killing are blooming, and the abandoned land is about to usher in chaos!"
The blind old man Puli slowly spoke, a dark luster faintly flashed through his cloudy eyes, and two drops of blood and tears flowed down.
"The flames of killing bloom?"
Yudula's expression changed. He looked at the red blood moon in the sky and said in a deep voice, "You mean, you mean, the blood moon scene that has appeared frequently recently is related to the God of Killing?"
"My Lord's power will eventually return, and the killing mark has appeared!"
The blind old man Puli looked calm and said slowly, "When the time is right, the Temple of Killing will be opened again. When the flame of God is ignited again, my Lord's power will return to the world relying on the Mark of Killing."
Yudula narrowed his eyes slightly, thoughts flashing in his heart.
One of the subordinate gods of the Dark Lord, a sixth-level life form, and the God of Slaughter. In the final battle of ancient times, he was killed by the ancestor of the wizard himself. His divine body and divine core were shattered, and his divinity and divine fire were scattered everywhere.
Strictly speaking, in this case, the god of killing has fallen!
However, as a sixth-level life form second only to the God King, the God of Slaughter left behind a backup plan before his death. He hid his divine fire in the Slaughter Temple, and his divinity was also dispersed to different locations.
Time passes and years change.
Today's world has been controlled by wizard civilization, and gods have become legendary existences. However, the flame of the God of Killing is still hidden in the temple. It can only be ignited by divinity, and the God of Killing can return to the world.
At this time, the blood moon was already high in the sky!
Outside Camp Gro, a large number of necromantic creatures are gathering here. In the abandoned wasteland, the breath of life is as bright as a lighthouse in the night for dark creatures.
"Open the barrier!" Yudula commanded in a deep voice.
On the towers surrounding the camp, four wizards released magic at the same time. A silver barrier appeared at the edge of the camp, blocking the footsteps of the undead creatures. Skeletons and walking corpses piled up one after another, almost forming a hill.
...
At the same time, above the wasteland.
Next to the huge rock, Jorah was hiding in the shadows. As the blood moon descended, the undead creatures in the wasteland fell into madness. The countless skeletons around them almost flooded the area.
But what really alarmed Jorah was not those low-level skeletons.
In the distance, there is a golden light. A golden skeleton is riding on a bone horse, holding a spear and ready to go. It seems that it is ready to charge at the next moment.
"Second-level creature, golden skeleton!"
Jorah took a deep breath, and a solemn luster appeared in his eyes. The golden skeleton that appeared in the distance not only had a second-level life level, but what was even more troublesome was the faint divine aura on it.
"I can't believe that I would encounter a divine creature under such circumstances..."
A wry smile appeared on Jorah's face, and the killing mark on his neck was slightly hot. This was one of the methods left behind by the God of Killing before his death. When the god found a host, the killing mark would gradually form.
A life with the mark of killing is also called the son of killing!
Each Son of Slaughter can improve his own strength and life level through killing, but at the same time, when two Sons of Slaughter meet, they must also rob each other of the divinity of Slaughter as much as possible.
"Fortunately, the divinity on it has not yet formed a mark..."
Jorah murmured to himself, with a thoughtful expression on his face. The golden skeleton opposite had reached the level of a second-level life form, but because the divinity in the body was too weak, it had not yet formed a killing mark.
"In this case, we can only fight once!"
Jorah took a deep breath, his eyes became resolute, and he said solemnly: "As long as I can kill this golden skeleton and seize its killing divinity, I will have the opportunity to directly advance to the second level."
"Winnie, wait for me..."
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Camp Gro.
"It's finally over." Looking at the blood moon in the sky gradually returning to normal, Yudula breathed a sigh of relief, but his face looked a little ugly.
At the edge of the camp, a large number of skeletons and remains were scattered.
The silver barrier has shown signs of damage under the attack of undead creatures. Several wizards are trying to repair it, but due to material reasons, it is difficult to restore the barrier to its original state.
"Damn it, are these dark creatures crazy?" Corey looked gloomy.
When the blood moon came just now, dark creatures attacked the Gro camp. The situation could be described as crazy. For some unknown reason, a huge number of skeletons and zombies appeared this time.
There were even three silver skeletons among the skeleton army.
It was a dark creature equivalent to a first-level life form, with strong destructive capabilities. The three silver skeletons all had wisdom, and they worked together to attack an area, and finally successfully broke through the barrier defense.
Fortunately, Yudula and two wizards took action in time and killed the three silver skeletons. Otherwise, once the barrier completely collapsed, it would bring a disaster to the Gro camp.
Maybe the wizards could survive, but it was absolutely impossible for the indigenous humans.
"No, the barrier is too damaged and cannot be repaired." At this time, Cecil shook his head and said solemnly, "Unless we have enough materials, there may be a chance to repair the damaged areas of the barrier."
"Materials? What do you need?" Yudula asked.
The only person in the Gro camp who is good at repairing the barrier is Wizard Cecil, but without enough materials, he cannot repair the barrier.
"Magic ore, witchcraft crystal..."
Cecil listed several materials in succession, all of which are needed to repair the witchcraft barrier. These materials would be very common in the wizarding world, but they are very rare in the Lost Continent.
"As for witchcraft crystals, the camp still has some stored in it."
Yudula pondered for a moment and said, "However, I am afraid that other materials can only be found in Netherlight City. It seems that we need to go to Netherlight City."
The only city in the abandoned land, Netherlight City!
There are a large number of fallen wizards gathered there, which is the largest human stronghold in this land. It is said that the leader has the level of a third-level wizard. Anyone who wants to exchange resources will go to camps in the wilderness.
"By the way, where's that Enzo?"
Suddenly, Corey frowned and said displeasedly: "It has been a week since he joined the camp. Even if he has not completely passed the adaptation period, his strength should have recovered somewhat. Why didn't he take action against the three silver skeletons just now?
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Beside him, Cecil also had an expressionless face.
At first, Yudula roped Enzo into staying in the camp because of his strength. However, the camp was attacked just now and he did not come to help. This immediately aroused the dissatisfaction of other wizards.
"I'll talk to him later."
Seeing everyone's reaction, Yudula nodded slightly and said in a deep voice, "The most important thing now is to repair the camp's barrier. Before that, we must strengthen our defenses!"
"Although the blood moon has just ended, the camp should not be attacked by undead creatures in a short period of time, but in this abandoned land, we need to guard against more than just dark creatures."
After hearing Yudula's words, several wizards around him suddenly became wary.
Although the Abandoned Land is a wasteland, it is very vast in area. There is not only the human stronghold of Grotto Camp here, but in addition to Netherlight City, there are also many wizard camps.
Normally, everyone may be in peace with each other, and they may even be able to exchange some resources.
However, now that the barrier of Camp Gro is destroyed, there is no guarantee that other camps will not take advantage of it. You must know that the wizards who live in the Lost Continent are basically degenerates, and they do not have so many moral constraints.
As the blood moon ends, the sky gradually turns dark.
As night fell, Udula ordered the indigenous people in the camp to strengthen patrols around the camp. At the same time, he found Enzo himself, had a conversation, and expressed his hope that Enzo would take responsibility.
"sure, no problem."
Enzo had no objection to this. This was something that had been agreed upon before. Joining the camp already required some effort, not to mention that after a week of training, his strength had recovered a lot.
"Tonight, I will be responsible for guarding the camp." Enzo said.
"In this case, it couldn't be better."
A smile appeared on Yudula's face and he warned, "The boundary of the camp has just been destroyed by dark creatures. If the wizards from the surrounding camps know about it, they are likely to take advantage of it, so please be careful, Sir Enzo."
"I understand." Enzo said calmly.
Afterwards, Udula said nothing more, and Enzo also came to the tower at the entrance of the camp. After handing over to the wizard who was originally responsible for the vigil, he started tonight's vigil.
"Remember, no matter what happens, just pull the alarm bell!"
Before leaving, the person in charge of the tower explained: "After the tower alarm sounds, all wizards in the camp can hear it and provide support at the first moment. Don't leave here."
Enzo nodded slightly to express his understanding.
Immediately afterwards, the wizard in charge of the tower turned and left. Enzo also looked outside the camp, looking at the destroyed barrier. He slowly closed his eyes, and shadows appeared around him and turned into crows.
