As one of the most well-known magics spread in Brakada, space magic has greatly improved people's lives.
Even if they are several towns apart, or even blocked by rivers and mountains, with the help of space magic, people can instantly cross extremely long distances, and distance is no longer an obstacle to people's communication. Not to mention that there is a door to another dimension.
This kind of magic can be traced by mages anywhere in the world, even in different planes.
Those who can freely enjoy the convenience of space magic, apart from those famous nobles, are only those mages who specialize in this art. Even a large caravan in the Freelancer Chamber of Commerce, if there is a mage who has only learned a little bit about space magic,
If you join, the status of the entire caravan will also become prominent due to the presence of that mage.
After crossing the pale golden gate of another dimension, Eric returned to the former Mage Empire, the snowy land he was familiar with.
The cold wind in Bracada gave Eric a familiar feeling. He did not cast any cold-proof magic and allowed his old body, which had adapted to Eli's warmth, to endure the cold wind. Eric missed the instinctive feeling of his body.
Shiver, he spent a long time in this snowy land, and the mage disciples who followed him were all over Brakada, but all of them were destroyed by one person.
The real owner of this snowy land is no longer the lineage of Magnus, who originated from the God of Mage, but has been replaced by another existence, an ambitious and evil necromancer. His undead have swallowed up
In this land, his artifact defeated the mage's glory.
The kings cheered for his evil deeds, and the celebration he held became a grand gathering of evil people. No one cared about the current situation of the departed mage.
"Rhode..."
Eric recited the name of the necromancer, with a firm light shining in his eyes. He was so emotionally involved that he almost didn't notice that someone had already arrived beside him.
The man's footsteps were light, and there was not even a single footprint left on the soft snow. Although the man's movements were extremely gentle, he still could not stop Eric's exploration. The legendary mage's perception ability made Eric
Not afraid of sneak attacks from any direction, Eric noticed the man's figure immediately.
"I thought you wouldn't come to see me." After seeing the man, Eric let out a deep sigh.
"Of course I will come to see you, my teacher, and I also brought what you need most." The man said slowly.
The two were dressed very similarly. Eric was wearing a simple gray robe, while the man was wearing an inconspicuous blue-black robe. There was no decoration on the surface of the robe, so it was definitely not visible in the crowd.
The kind.
Unlike Eric, that man exuded strong death energy. Even if Dia's lich came, he would have to surrender in front of that pure death energy.
Although the man in the blue-black robe is not conspicuous in appearance, anyone who has seen his face cannot ignore it, or even put it aside and ignore it.
Yes, for no other reason than that man’s face is too scary.
Just looking at the left side of the man's face, even an elf from Eli would be impressed by how good-looking the man in front of him is. The man is not handsome enough to offend others. Instead, he is a type that becomes more attractive the more he looks at him, and can easily win the favor of others. However, these feelings in front of me were all destroyed by the man's right face. The man's right face could no longer be described as a human face. There was no trace of flesh and blood on it, but only half a skeleton-like face, which was dark and hollow.
The eye sockets are like dark abyss swallowing the soul. One look at it and one cannot help but sink completely into it.
Even Eric was surprised when he saw such a face off guard: "What's wrong with your face? You didn't look like this last time I saw you..."
He couldn't blame Eric for thinking too much. The last time he saw this man was when Rhodes stepped into the dragon's lair alone and proposed a marriage to Dragon King Moriel. At that time, Eric, in order to destroy the marriage, secretly gave
He got several special magic scrolls from the man in front of him. Unfortunately, it backfired. The two evil overlords finally reached a marriage and will threaten all creatures in the main plane with an unstoppable force.
The man in front of him was once Eric's proud apprentice. However, he chose to explore the taboo, betrayed Bracada, defected from the magic academy, and finally became a necromancer. In order to clean up, Eric
portal, tracking his traces all the way, and finally came to Dia, the lair of the Necromancer, and started a battle with him, but in the end he took advantage of another person, bringing unknown hidden dangers to the entire world.
The man's name is Sandro. The last time Eric saw Sandro, a few black spots appeared on the right side of his face. Unexpectedly, after a while, all the flesh and blood on his right face disappeared, leaving only a complete
With his skeletal face, he looks extremely scary now. Even Eric can't bear to look at him.
"Is that the effect of the Undead Ritual? Is it the Endless Night Ritual? Or some other ritual?" Looking at Sandro like this, Eric couldn't help but ask him. Judging from the legendary mage's experience,
Sandro's condition is obviously inseparable from the undead rituals. Could it be that he performed those taboo rituals in order to gain stronger power?
Eric disagreed with this approach, which had gone against the original intention of magic. Although he tried many times to lead the man in front of him to the right path, everything always went against his wishes. Looking at the terrifying Sandro, Eli
Katsuya could only let out a deep sigh.
"Ritual? This is not the effect that a ritual can bring." Faced with his former mentor, Sandro did not hide anything. A confident smile appeared on the left corner of his mouth, which also led to the removal of flesh and blood, leaving only
The right face of the skeleton made him look horrifying, "This is the effect of a treasure. The treasure is called the 'Black Demon Sword'. Have you heard of this treasure, teacher?"
"Dark Demon Sword?"
Eric shook his head. How many treasures are there in the world? Although he is knowledgeable, he can't know the true effect of that treasure just by hearing a name.
Even so, the wealth of knowledge brought about by years of studying ancient classics left Eric stunned. Although he had never heard of the Black Demon Sword, he had heard of a name that was very similar to it.<
/p>
"In the ancient books of the Erathians, I remember seeing a special title. Let me think about it... that title seems to be 'Black Demon Sword Master'. Is there any relationship between them?" p>
After thinking carefully, relying on the wisdom of the legendary mage, Eric also remembered the information recorded in the book, and then asked.
Sandro nodded, and his actions confirmed Eric's suspicion at this time: "Of course it does matter. The person who holds the Black Demon Sword will become the cursed Black Demon Sword Master. All along,
I use the Black Demon Sword as a component of an artifact, but ignore the power it contains. It should be the core of the combined artifact."
Based on Sandro's words alone, Eric could only have a general impression of the cursed magic sword: "Did it cause you to become like this?"
Sandro nodded, then shook his head: "To be precise, I chose this curse myself."
Eric sighed, seeming to be dissatisfied with what he said: "Of course it was your own choice. Aren't all things, including your desire to study undead magic, the result of your own choice? Are you so
It doesn’t seem to make any sense.”
The man shook his head. He knew that Eric must have misunderstood the true meaning he wanted to convey. The choice in his mouth was not as simple as Eric thought:
"The 'Black Demon Sword' is a treasure that belongs to heroes. Only heroes can exert the true power of the Demon Sword. Even if ordinary people get the Black Demon Sword, they can only slightly borrow the power of the Demon Sword.
With the deepening of use, those people's bodies will gradually fester, grow abscesses filled with poisonous blood, and half of their bodies will be completely necrotic. In the end, they can only spend the rest of their lives in pain, but heroes don't have to be like this.
When you use the Black Demon Sword, not only will there be no curse at all, but it will be able to exert its true power."
Listening to Sandro's unhurried words, even Eric on the side couldn't help but sigh at the magic of the Black Demon Sword. As mentioned in the man's words, it was a piece that belonged to a hero.
A treasure, only a true hero can unleash the power contained in the Black Demon Sword.
At this moment, Eric seemed to have thought of something and said to the man again:
"Aren't you a hero? Then why are you still cursed by the Black Demon Sword and become what you are now? Could it be that in order to cut off the curse, you took the initiative to use those undead rituals to transform the right side of your body into an undead form?
This is really stupid... There is no power or magic in this world that is worth giving up your human body and human mind."
Eric didn't agree with the man's approach, just like he never agreed with those necromancers. In his opinion, this approach was simply stupid. Only people without wisdom would give up their past for those powers.
All good things.
Sandro smiled. From the Black Demon Sword, he observed the memories of the Black Demon Sword Masters of the past generations. In order to cover up their cursed bodies, some Black Demon Sword Masters wrapped their faces with black cloth, and some covered their faces with their hair.
, but Sandro did not need to do this, and showed his skull-like face frankly.
"Teacher, you are wrong. The curse on the Black Demon Sword will not overly corrode my body. I took the initiative to become like this. Now I am the most perfect Black Demon Sword Master. The Black Demon Sword contains
All the power, as well as the souls of the Black Demon Sword Masters of all generations, will help me when I need it."
As if thinking of the wonderful situation next, Sandro smiled again. His smile was still scary, and Eric was used to it.
Eric once grieved over the choice of this disciple. Sandro had an absolute talent that Eric could never match. His magic research was deeper than any of the mages in Brakada. p>
Eric put unprecedented expectations into Sandro. He expected that one day Sandro's status in Brakada would surpass his own and reach the level second only to the God of Mage. For all
For Master Brakada, that is a supreme honor.
Unfortunately, fate seemed to have played a joke on Eric. His most proud apprentice eventually fell into darkness and became a member of the Necromancer. Eric could only watch him become an undead.
The road has gone further and further, and now, there is no room to look back.
"I heard about that Rhodes, he can control all beings who have learned spiritualism." As if thinking of something, Eric said slowly, "Eri's Fountain of Rejuvenation has the effect of forgetting memories. It is in the Wisdom Tree.
With help, it can even help people forget painful memories. If you want to forget about spiritualism and return to the magic academy, you still have a chance."
Eric's words came from the heart. Even though Sandro had used Eric's name to coax famous heroes on the mainland to collect undead artifact parts for himself, Eric was still willing to forgive him and give him
A chance to reform.
After listening to his proposal, Sandro just smiled: "Teacher, you should know that this is impossible. You want me to go to Eli now to be with those fleeing mages? Don't be kidding, I don't
Maybe give up everything now."
Eric sighed. Of course he knew that was impossible. Brakada was no longer as strong as before. The identity of a mage was no longer something worthy of praise. There would even be people who were killed because of his identity as a mage.
Being ridiculed by some ill-intentioned people in Eri, the current Mage Empire really has nothing to offer except...
On the side, Sandro also took a deep breath: "The matter is not over yet. I can still rely on some tricks to prevent the Holy Word from taking effect on me. Before Rhodes truly enslaves all the necromancers in the world, I will not know how to do it."
There is danger. Fortunately, time is on my side."
Sandro's words meant something, but unfortunately, Eric didn't seem to hear the clues and just asked: "I want to know if you brought that treasure here as I said.
”
"Of course." Sandro nodded, and a unique spirit ball containing infinite energy elements that seemed to be able to stir up the storm appeared in his hands, "This is the last thing Jadet can do.
He stole this spirit ball from your treasure house. He was once your trusted disciple, and even after so long, he is still very grateful for your teachings. I hope you can forgive him for leaving without saying goodbye." /
Please remember the domain name of this book:.The Moral Record of the Mortician