"So, you have now become Moriel's strategic advisor? And my other protégé, Jadet, who was supposed to take over as the dean of the college after me, has become the servant responsible for cleaning the dragon's lair?
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Looking at the battlefield with billowing black clouds in the distance, Eric, the legendary mage in gray robe, asked calmly.
"I believe that was not Jadet's original intention."
In front of him, he was wearing a dark blue robe, and his face was pale, like a mage who had never seen the sun all day long. He answered softly. He was not just a mage. The wailing ghosts surrounding him, as well as the aura of decay and death, all showed that
His identity as a necromancer.
"He should have stayed in Bracada, in his magic academy, where he had his teachers, his friends, his students, everything he had, and so did you." Eric emphasized.
Tao.
"I'm sorry, but the college will never have what we need."
"What do you want? What do you want? Power, war, or those stupid artifacts? If you hadn't recreated the ancient undead artifacts in my name, that Rhodes wouldn't have reached this point.
Millions of Brakada people died because of him and became enslaved undead creatures. More people were displaced because of him. Is this what you want? Destroy the country where you grew up?"
"Actually, these are all thanks to you." He laughed and pointed at the gray-robed mage in front of him, "If you hadn't rushed to the Soul Calling Tower and attacked me with all your strength, Rhodes would have never had the chance to take it away.
My artifact."
Eric spread his hands: "So this is all my fault? Brakada is in its current state because of me, the mage. I am Brakada's sinner?"
Eric's tone was unhurried, as if things were really as he said. The Necromancer sighed slightly and turned his attention to the battlefield in the distance: "Who knew Rhodes could do this?
What? At that time, he was just a nobody. Even if he took away the ghost king's cloak, I never thought highly of him. Now he has forced Brakada into a desperate situation... Since Gwen started the golden age of mages, but
No one has ever been able to do this."
Eric shook his head: "After defeating you in the Soul-Calling Tower, I should have tracked that Rhodes and destroyed the undead artifact on him, instead of tracking your whereabouts. Now that he has become a leader, he said
It's too late. If I hadn't made the wrong choice, Brakada would be fine now and wouldn't have suffered this disaster at all..."
"If, should... these words are like reminding us how wrong our once firm choices were, and how miserable we are now. In fact, it is not necessary." The necromancer smiled, "I bet even if it is
Back in the past, you would still hunt me down."
Eric did not answer, but just sighed: "I'm leaving. The mages are holding a meeting. I, who have never been absent, missed your request because of your request. I'm going to find the notekeeper in the academy and let him tell me.
Contents of the meeting. Are you and Jadet really not leaving with me?"
"Thank you for the alien blood you brought. Those unique blood helped us a lot, but forget it about Jadet and I. We live a good life here in Moriel. She is an ambitious king.
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"Even if she asked Jadet to clean the dragon's nest? Clean up the dragon's excrement?" Eric asked.
The necromancer smiled: "Jadet knows how to close his senses, vision, hearing, and smell. Those are ancient tricks. I believe he will not have any objection to the dragon's excrement."
Eric stood up and took a deep look at the Necromancer: "Can you really defeat Rhodes' undead army? Just with the alien blood I gave you? Do you know how many undead he has under his command?" p>
"Countless?" The Necromancer didn't seem to care about that number, "We don't need to defeat Rhodes. What we need to do is to slow down his pace until the time comes..."
"Then what?"
The necromancer raised his fisted right hand in front of him, opened his palm slightly, and blew into his palm: "He will dissipate like dust, and there will be no more traces of him in the world, his army, his town, his
All my lovers will cease to exist."
Eric frowned. He didn't know what those group of sorcerers were relying on. The dragon? Under Rhodes's ball of destruction, the dragon was just a stronger beast, and the dragon scales that resisted magic were all turned into decorations.
.Underground army? Eric only hopes that they will not add more people to Rhodes’ undead army.
Eric understood the necromancer in front of him and was not completely sure that he would never say such a thing. What exactly made him believe in this result?
"Speaking of which, I once heard Rhode mention you in the Soul Resurrection Tower. In order to gain my trust, he lied that he was your student. I am deeply suspicious of this, but his words were perfect... If not
When you finally showed up, I couldn't help but think that he was really sent by you to look for me... You must have never imagined his surprised expression when he saw you suddenly appear." As if he had thought of something, the Necromancer laughed.
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"Really? Sandro, did Rhodes really say that?" Eric recalled a little, and it seemed that such a thing did happen.
"Yes. In retrospect, he should have collected information in the Thieves Guild. I heard that he had a good relationship with the thieves leader. But what I don't understand is why he was able to take out the fragments of the forbidden magic ball..." "Before that, when the barbaric creatures tried to overthrow the rule of Brakada, he wandered on the battlefield. Maybe he obtained the fragments of the forbidden magic ball at that time." Eric analyzed.
Sandro shook his head: "The time interval between this will not exceed a week. In other words, after he got the pieces of the forbidden magic ball, he came straight towards me... His purpose is very clear, he knows
You have to know what you want. Even the Thieves Guild cannot know such accurate information. I have always wanted to ask, teacher, did you disclose my information to him?"
"Maybe I am no longer your teacher, but I can swear that I have never disclosed your information to Rod. I have only met him a few times at the potion competition, that's all." Eric promised. "Really..." Sandro sighed, and his expression soon returned to calm, "Teacher, do you know? Before Moriel showed that power, I never believed that anyone could go back to the past." p>
Eric was puzzled, so he heard him say again: "Rhodes...it seems that he has never done anything wrong. He collected the artifact parts one by one, and then combined them together. Now he has become a column in the apocalypse."
King... do you think it is possible that Rhodes is a powerful prophet, or does he come from the future?"
"What are you talking about?" Eric frowned, "Your statement is simply ridiculous. No magic can change time, not even the God of Mage."
Sandro stared at him for a long time, until the screams of alien creatures were heard in the distance, and it was not until Rhodes' undead army gradually approached that he laughed: "I was just joking, teacher. I hope that when Rhodes dies, I will
When we meet you, we do not meet as enemies."
Eric nodded, then opened a door to time and space and left.