The sacrificial ceremony is coming to an end, and the will of fire is slowly fading.
Greem seemed to suddenly hear something, and asked loudly: "Great Will of Fire, if I want to become the King of Fire, what level of items do I need to sacrifice to you?"
"Fire King? If you want to gain my recognition and become one of the rulers of this world, you need to sacrifice at least 0 fragments of the godhead... Of course, if it is that kind of flame godhead fragment, 15 will be enough.
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0 fragments of godhead... isn't that the full power of a level 6 god?
Let him, a little fire witch who is no more than a fifth-level junior, eat up a sixth-level god alive, and also intercept all the opponent's power... Such an incredible thing, no matter how conceited and confident Greem is,
I don’t dare to hope that I can complete it!
Feeling the disappearance of the Will of Fire, Greem put away the Fire God Orb, but did not leave directly, but stayed in place and waited silently.
The sacrificial ceremony just now went too smoothly, too normal, and seemed to be somewhat different from my previous perception. Did I perceive it wrong, or did I overlook something in the process just now?
Greem was thinking silently, and was also silently exploring...
However, just when Greem was suspicious, an inexplicable spiritual message suddenly echoed in his mind.
"Hey, boy, do you still have a treasure of this level in your hand? If so, sacrifice it to me. What I will give you will definitely be much better than that Will of Fire!"
Upon hearing this voice, Greem's face changed drastically. There was a look of surprise and horror in his expression, but also a hint of certainty as expected.
Greem closed his eyes and searched carefully, but still could not find the source of the spiritual message. He only knew that it appeared in his mind so suddenly.
"Boy, there is no need to look for me. My body has long since ceased to exist, and only a residual soul is left wandering on this land. To put it bluntly, boy, you are stepping on my body!
"The inexplicable mental fluctuations are so obscure and weak. With such intensity of breath alone, it seems that it cannot even be called a first-level power.
"Your Excellency, you should be the eighth-level powerful flame lord who fell in the history of the fire element plane, right? Have you found a way to resurrect now?" Greem never dared to ignore those high-level beings.
Each of these old monsters possesses miraculous secrets and forbidden methods.
If an old monster that had been dead for tens of thousands of years could be resurrected, Greem would not be surprised or weird at all, but would instead take it as a matter of course.
"You...you know me?" The spiritual message fluctuated a little.
"I don't know much! However, since I dare to choose this place as my private territory, I must have done all the preliminary investigation work. Are you right, Lord Gumanres?" Greem was half serious and half joking.
Said.
On the other side, the spiritual message suddenly disappeared, just like a person suddenly held his breath and lost all the fluctuations of his breath.
Greem was not surprised, but waited silently.
A minute might have passed, or a quarter of an hour might have passed. Of course, a day or a night might have passed... As Greem waited silently without any impatience, the spiritual message suddenly echoed in his mind again.
stand up.
"You never left...why, boy?"
When this voice sounded in his mind, Greem showed a smile of victory on his face and said softly: "Because I am waiting for your decision!"
"Decision? What decision?"
"Decide whether you will embark on this road of no return to resurrection now!"
"Boy, your strength is not that great, but your courage is really big... A little guy who is only at level 5 actually dares to intervene in the disputes of level 8 beings! Well, I should say that you are ignorant and fearless.
, or are you being incredibly audacious?"
"Of course it's the latter!" Greem smiled slightly: "I'm very aware of the possible consequences of cooperating with you. However, if we only have one-way contact, it shouldn't alert your former enemies, right?"
"Enemies? My enemies are not in this plane... Besides, I have been dead for tens of thousands of years. Whether they remember that I exist is a problem!"
"Okay, very good... Then the biggest issue that stands between us now and affects our cooperation is... what is your relationship with the Will of Fire? Can it... tolerate your resurrection?"
The mysterious mental fluctuations suddenly stopped, and it took a long time for him to slowly recover.
"Boy, it was not the Will of Fire that was hostile to me back then, but those Titans... These damn bastards, under the guise of cleaning up the cancer on all planes, beat me to pieces. The Kingdom of God collapsed, and I was forced to sleep like this.
for many years……"
"Dear Lord Gumanres, your enemies are too powerful. I am just a small fifth-level wizard. Under normal circumstances, I would never want to get involved in your grudges. Therefore, I must now
Get a clear answer...what is your relationship with the Will of Fire?"
"What else can we do? Of course... we are no longer bound to each other!" The mysterious wave suddenly became a little depressed: "I was also a member of the Flame Lord, and even reached the level of the Flame Lord when I was the most powerful.
The real King of Fire is only one step away... Unfortunately, at that time, the damn Titans came to me..."
"They would never allow a true king to be born in the elemental world, so they killed me and destroyed all traces of my existence. But after all, I am the most powerful existence in this world, and even the rules of the plane are infiltrated
The breath of my soul... So, tens of thousands of years have passed, and I have just regained my consciousness from the power of rules. However, it will take a long time for my power to recover..."
"The will of fire will not interfere with my freedom, but it will not help me anymore. It allows my consciousness to huddle around this molten altar, but it doesn't care. If I have the chance to be resurrected and become a real flame
King, it also has the opportunity to overwhelm the other three elemental realms and become the strongest voice... Therefore, it will be optimistic about its success!"
Damn it... Lord of Fire... Lord of Elements... what are these things?
I'm just a little level 5 wizard, when did I get involved in such nonsense...
While screaming in his heart, Greem casually cut off the connection with the mysterious spirit wave, turned around and walked off the altar.
He has no interest in participating in the life-and-death vendetta of some plane bosses. With his small body of a fifth-level fire wizard, he can't even be considered as cannon fodder in such a conspiracy. He really wants to show off his brains with this guy'
After the former Flame Lord built the bridge, I'm afraid he didn't even know how he died.
"Boy, don't refuse in a hurry. We can talk..." That strange person with abnormal mental fluctuations, even though Greem had clearly cut off the connection with it, it could still emerge from his mind the next moment.
Greem did not hesitate and cut off the contact again.
"I can give you benefits..."
Cut off again.
"The benefits I give are definitely more than the Will of Fire..."
Keep cutting.
"I still have the remnants of the treasury of the Kingdom of God..." That mental wave seemed to be driving Greem crazy, and he finally pulled his neck and roared out.
However, what surprised him was that after the roar, that Greem did not cut off his spiritual connection.
"The remains of the Divine Kingdom's treasure trove..." Greem couldn't help but murmured.
A former eighth-level flame lord, although its divine kingdom was blown up and its body collapsed, leaving only a ray of remnant soul. But as long as a little bit of its former divine kingdom's treasure trove remains, even just some scraps
It was enough to make Greem think about it.
Even though he knew that such a thing would be hot to handle and might get him into big trouble, the greed and desire from the depths of his soul still made Greem stop and start to silently lower his head and start thinking.
"Boy, cooperate with me to ensure that you will not suffer a loss... You sacrificed two fragments of the godhead, and the Will of Fire gave you that little thing. If it were me, I guarantee that I would give you much more than the Will of Fire!"
As if he found a door, the mental fluctuations immediately started to seduce Grim.
Grim suddenly raised his head, with a disdainful smile on his face. He actually ignored Gumanres' next words and walked straight to the teleportation array in the distance.
"Hey, come back...boy, come back here!"
That mental wave was so furious that the billowing waves of fire even stirred up the lava lake.
But it was a pity that no matter how it roared and screamed, Greem still left regardless.
Finally, as the transmitted white light lit up, the molten fire altar once again regained its tranquility!
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The wizarding world, crimson wings.
It is already the twelfth year since Greem left this world.
Sanditallin, which has experienced many shocks in its power structure, has finally calmed down. Under the model of the Horton Academy of Witchcraft and Wizardry, dominated by the Crimson Family, it is gradually showing signs of rise in the central part of the continent.
The new, enterprising crimson wizards gradually climbed up to the leadership, while some old 'old guys' who could not keep up with the family's advancement were eliminated and became stepping stones for the family's development.
In a magnificently decorated and luxurious room on the upper floor of the family witch tower, the goblin great sage Kirby was lying on his back on a soft big bed, his whole body almost sinking into the soft silk quilt.
Beside him, there was a room full of green goblins surrounding him.
Among them are goblin wizards with witchcraft staffs, magic weapon masters with small mini puppets squatting on their shoulders, and mechanical warlocks with an iron-blooded and murderous aura... But most of them are chamber of commerce dressed like businessmen.
Director or chief.
An elf priest with pointed long ears stood up, finished examining Kirby's body, looked around at the goblin leaders with different expressions in the room, and shook his head bitterly. (To be continued)