"The essence of undead magic is not in death, but in the spirit. Spirit refers to the soul. Undead magic is derived from the disappeared soul magic. It should be regarded as a branch of this forbidden magic of the gods."
In the dead of night, with the moonlight shining like water, a wild boar surrounded the meditating girl, exchanging these words seriously in his mind. He was just relaying these valuable experiences, and the one who taught these valuable experiences was the old man who touched the palm of his hand. "I want to learn.
Necromantic magic must be carried out with respect and respect for living beings. Undead magic is used to end death, not to become the claws of the god of death."
Aina opened her closed eyes, looked at her master with some confusion, and then nodded to show that she understood.
"Doesn't it feel a little ridiculous?"
Aina whispered: "What the master said is always right, but Aina can't accept it for the moment. Undead magic is not the most evil magic recognized by the world... I'm sorry, I forgot the existence of Mr. Plancy."
"It's okay," Plancy's voice suddenly sounded in the hearts of Lin Yutian and Aina at the same time. Lin Yutian rolled his eyes, walked to the side and lay down to rest. The old guy couldn't help but jumped out anyway. He had a touching spirit as a medium.
, the old man can talk directly to Aina. Originally, the old magician planned to teach the wild boar some knowledge of undead magic, but found that Lin Yutian was not very interested.
Lin Yutian is interested in other necromancy magic, but he is not interested in the old man's 'most authentic' necromancy magic. The magic book was destroyed last time by Plancy after reading it, and Lin Yutian didn't understand any skills. This made
He was very depressed.
Imagine yourself killing everyone, with black energy swirling around the corpses on the ground standing up to fight for you. Just thinking about this image makes the wild boar's blood boil.
However, Plancy disdained the magic that summoned the undead directly from the corpse. Although Lin Yutian wanted to pick up people's wisdom, he was nowhere to be found.
Plancy stood next to Touching Spirit and began to instill in Aina the characteristics of undead magic's ability to save lives and heal the wounded. He lectured for a long time, and the wild boar fell into a drowsy state and closed his eyes and fell asleep. As soon as he fell asleep, Touching
It was time for the spirit to emerge, and it slipped back into the boar's body, and Plancy's nagging voice disappeared.
It was quiet in the forest. Aina sat there and waited for a while. She found that her master had fallen asleep, but she could only sigh slightly and did not dare to disturb him.
After getting up and walking quietly for a few steps, Aina looked up at the bright moonlight, with a little confusion and loneliness in her bright and beautiful eyes. The moonlight caressed the scar on her face, as if she wanted to erase it and return it to her.
The original beautiful face, but the moonlight did not have the magic power, and Aina had given up these expectations.
Living in a small courtyard of the magic union, doing these odd jobs every day, because of his terrifying appearance, even if he became a magic apprentice with excellent qualifications, there would be no mentor willing to teach him, let alone teach him magic.
The desire for power comes from the hatred deep in her heart, and if it were not supported by this hatred, she might have ended her life a long time ago amidst the ridicule and ridicule of others. This scar is actually her talisman. If she only had beauty
With her beautiful appearance, no protection from her family, and no strength, her fate can only become more tragic.
Master... Aina felt that she should hate her master, but the restraint of the soul contract turned this hatred into an inexplicable closeness.
The feeling of being restrained is not pleasant, especially when the master is a ferocious wild boar. The soul contract taught to Lin Yutian by Planci is very magical. It does not destroy any thoughts and memories of the soul slave, but only allows the soul slave to deal with it without hesitation.
The master's orders are faithfully carried out.
Carefully taking the cloak off her back, she slowly covered the wild boar's body, but only halfway through, Lin Yutian's cold shout rang in her heart.
"take away."
"Aina deserves to die." Aina knelt down nervously, but the wild boar did not open its eyes and was still sleeping with a long breath.
Aina picked up the cloak she was holding and took more than ten steps back before she breathed a sigh of relief. When the breeze in the forest blew, Aina's back was covered in cold sweat, but she just remembered the majesty of her master's cruelty.
The majesty of the wild boar.
Early the next morning, Lin Yutian got up and looked at the thin figure wrapped in a cloak huddled under the tree. He unconsciously thought of her actions last night and sighed slightly in his heart.
He turned and ran to the jungle nearby. He learned from Aina last night that the troops guarding here had evacuated, so he naturally wanted to move to another place to practice leveling. Not long after, Lin Yutian ran back with a buck in his mouth. Look at Aina closely.
On the face that was damaged by the scar, there were some traces of moisture in the corners of the eyes. She may have had some tragic scenes in her dreams.
A low roar woke up the sleeping Aina. The latter wiped her eyes and immediately stood up to look for dry firewood.
Lin Yutian really wanted to teach her what it means to be strong and unyielding, but the language was different and he didn't like nonsense. He just used actions to constantly stimulate the slaves he accepted.
The wonderful smell of barbecue soon spread through the forest. Lin Yutian summoned the Touching Spirit to let Plancy continue teaching, while he enjoyed Aina's service and tasted the delicious barbecue.
"... If you want to release undead magic, you should first find the carrier of undead magic. Generally speaking, it is the corpse produced after the death of various living creatures. When a living being dies, his soul will not completely dissipate, but will be absorbed by the body.
Imprisonment. As long as..."
"Remember to bring some salt and seasoning next time you come."
"Yes, Master."
"You bastard!" The old magician stamped his feet angrily, swallowed his saliva and shouted, "Pay attention!"
The wild boar nodded and continued to chew on the roasted deer leg.
At the border of the Amulan River in the center of the grassland, another small wave of hundred-man-level team battles broke out between players from Ao City and players from Ancient Langfa.
A swordsman with gorgeous equipment and excellent positioning performed quite eye-catching in this conflict. He appeared elusively behind the group of Ancient Langfa players and cut into the pile of sacrificial mages in the back row with lightning speed.
The sword dance burst out with astonishing damage, directly killing more than a dozen players with low health.
With crushing equipment and brilliant techniques, this guy had killed countless people in this kind of conflict. And when his ID was revealed above his head, the victorious Ao Cheng player quickly gave up the idea of becoming famous.
This scene is very similar to the previous one.
After releasing his master's aura, the Destined Swordsman turned around to search for the girl in the crowd who was counting her equipment. He took out a top-grade silver one-handed sword from his backpack and approached it again with a shy face.
"On a rainy day, I discovered another nice long sword. What are its attributes?"
"Don't I have any equipment to use?"
"Uh," the Destiny Swordsman looked at the ponytail swinging on the rainy day, rubbed the tip of his nose in embarrassment, and muttered silently: "One hundred and sixty-eight times."
"Hey!" A girl who was familiar with him came up and hit him on the shoulder, "You are a rich man. You can kill a mage and produce the best silver sword. You really think that my boss is an ignorant girl!"
"Sister Ting, help me, please give me a quick move." The Destiny Swordsman begged bitterly, "I came here this time to praise my father. I won't be beaten to death until it rains."
"Why hang yourself on a tree? You see, our sisters are not bad. Just raise your fingers and they will obey." The girl's words were a little frivolous, and the Destiny Swordsman's face was also slightly red, and he hesitated.
Dare to speak. The girl named Sister Ting sighed, "I won't make trouble with you anymore. I will provide you with key information. Whether it succeeds or not depends on you."
The Destiny Swordsman couldn't help but widen his eyes: "What information?"
"In a few days, it will be the anniversary of Brother Yutian's death. You should look for an opportunity."
"Death anniversary?" The Destiny Swordsman couldn't help but slap his forehead and said in embarrassment: "How can we find an opportunity?"
"She was out of town and couldn't go home to pay homage, so she would definitely be playing games that day." Sister Ting looked a little sad, "I told you, those are the most important days on rainy days."
The Destined Swordsman was suddenly speechless. The day he cared about the most... his death anniversary? How could he be so romantic at such a time? The swordsman with a famous reputation suddenly fell into a deep tangle.
