A man with a haggard body and an extremely pale face was sitting in a small boat that could only accommodate about three people.
The small boat sailed smoothly in the endless sea. It is difficult to imagine how such a small boat could not capsize in the rough sea.
The boat barely swayed at all during its voyage, and even huge sea beasts would choose to take a detour after sensing this aura.
The man chewed a bloody fish in his mouth and twisted it with only three fingers. The smelly blood dripped down his hand into the tattered robe he was wearing, but he didn't care much.
He has a pair of gray to almost black pupils, with almost no divine light visible.
The robe on the other side is a little empty, and it looks like it has no arms.
"Every time I get closer to the island of the dead, I gain more strength."
He murmured to himself, feeling happy for his decision and inexplicably grateful that the enchantress did not deceive him.
There really is a kingdom of the dead here!
His hand suddenly opened a large gash, and he swallowed the fish on the other side directly. The sharp shark teeth chewed it and chewed it with blood.
"That's a curse! Idiot! If you are a trash fish like you, you will definitely be eroded by the curse after entering!"
Silas ignored the words in his hands and mouth. After regaining consciousness, he found that there was an extra soul in his body, an extremely powerful and extremely weak god!
Fortunately, he still has control over his body. As long as he can endure the gods' constant bewildering and noise, there seems to be no negative effects?
He's not sure...
He does not have enough occult knowledge. He grew up in a land where demons are forbidden and has been imprisoned in a dungeon for more than ten years.
Eventually he made a partial bargain with the god of pain, who taught him knowledge and he allowed him to inhabit him without much resistance.
I don’t know how many days of wind and sun, Silas, who was like an ascetic, finally saw a black mist connecting up and down where the sea and the sky met. From a distance, it already seemed huge. When the boat came to the black mist,
When you are at the edge, you have an overwhelming sense of sight.
"Jie...I would like to advise you for the last time, don't think about freedom once you enter. What's more, with the mark of a slave imprinted on the fire of your soul, you are probably going to be a dog for someone else, right?"
Acheron did not want to get close to this newly born Kingdom of the Underworld. If he was discovered by the current Lord of the Kingdom of the Underworld, even his origin might be extracted and integrated into the Kingdom of the Underworld.
"snort!"
Silas snorted coldly and controlled the boat to sail into the black mist.
After the black mist cut off the sunlight, he couldn't wait to take off the dirty robe on his body. Wisps of black air continued to seep into his body surface, making his body replenished.
He took a deep breath and finally had no doubts about his trip!
It's all worth it!
"Since you insist on going in, I won't stop you."
Acheron said, even with a sneer: "But remember not to reveal your existence to anyone, and don't let the master notice the abnormality of your soul, otherwise you and I will die. I think you also know it.
Is there something wrong with my soul? Otherwise...how could you borrow my power?"
Silas was silent when he heard the words, his eyes filled with amusement.
…
At the far end of the ocean, someone was rafting to the island, and from the far west continent, a caravan came. There were many tall horses in the team, and the riders were wearing silver-white armor, which looked a bit cold in this winter.
Because Demacia is located to the north of the Freljord, the temperature drops sharply in winter. This is also because the Owendale Mountains block a considerable amount of the cold air.
At this time, the northern part of Demacia was completely covered in silver, and only the southern coast still maintained a partially warm climate.
This group of people entered from the east of Demacia. Most of the carriages carried the emblems of the powerful clans. The cavalry escorting them were also official soldiers of Demacia. It was obvious that this was a group of outsiders with high status.
The weather was cold, but the luxurious carriage in the motorcade was as warm as spring.
There were two people sitting opposite each other in the car, an old man with a gray beard and a young man.
From time to time, the old man would draw a red inscription in the void with his hand. After it quietly blended into the air, the temperature inside the car, which had dropped slightly, rose again.
The young man opposite was a handsome man with a pair of bright eyes. He was the old man's student.
Of course, it is already better than the old.
"Teacher, this great change in Demacia is quite novel."
In the past, Demacia naturally had no control over mages from other countries, but if mages from other countries wanted to enter the country with such arrogance as they do now, it would be unthinkable!
In the past, they had been entrusted to come to Demacia to cooperate with the Demon Searchers to capture possible magicians, but at that time they had to wear special hoods, so they could not reveal their true colors, and they often had to receive blank looks.
If it weren't for the generous rewards, few people would be willing to come here and be criticized.
But this time it was an official invitation, with great fanfare and even escorts by guards! This comparison is the difference between heaven and earth!
Of course, this time they were officially invited to communicate, and it wasn't just the master and the apprentice. There were seven or eight carriages in the entire convoy, all of which were filled with magicians who had had contacts with Demacia in the past.
I estimate there are about ten in total.
They will all head directly to the capital of Demacia!
Communicate with those so-called "new generation mages". In fact, everyone knows that they are here to teach the experience of ordinary mages. If they do a good job, rewards will definitely be indispensable.
"The kings of this generation are very courageous, and the ancestral precepts of our ancestors for nearly a thousand years are not so easy to abolish."
The old man knew the situation of Demacia very well. The original Demacia was a hopeless rotten tree!
But who would have thought that spring would come out of the dead tree?
"Gracie Shelley!"
This was the name that the old man heard most often when he inquired about it. Needless to think about it, such a young hero would definitely be a big shot in Demacia in the future. His student obviously wanted to compete with others on this trip.
The old man didn't stop him. The student's abilities had already surpassed his. Even in the city where they were, his strength was one of the best. It was very normal to have such a character.
The old man didn't have such a big goal. He just thought that he could make more money on this trip and buy more things needed for practice. He was satisfied.
"Hush!!"
The front of the team suddenly stopped, and the crowd was commotion. The young man became more curious, so he got off the carriage and came to the front.
"What happened?"
He looked up and saw that these serious-looking guards no longer needed to speak.
In front of the road, three obviously domesticated cows were lying on the ground, their heads and tails protecting their heads, forming a strange triangle.
A strong stench emanated from the cow, which had obviously been dead for a long time!
A group of crows were feasting around the triangle, and the scene was chilling.
The young man took a quick glance at the cow's body and found no obvious signs of injury, but it might have been damaged by crows' bites.
The magic power in his body inexplicably felt a biting coldness, and an extremely ominous feeling surged into his heart.
"Gudong..."
He swallowed quickly and forced himself to calm down.
If there was any danger, something would have happened to them long ago!
The bodyguards accompanying the team had obviously not seen this battle, so they had no choice but to turn their attention to this "Mr. Magician" for help.
"First drive away the crows, and then burn these corpses... Don't touch them!"
He rushed back to the carriage and immediately told the teacher about the incident.
The well-informed teacher was also quite horrified by such a strange scene, but after much thought, he could not think of any similar ritual.
"Don't think too much, we are just passing by anyway, just burn it!"
He said with relief: "This is Demacia. Evil incidents rarely happen. Even if they do happen, they are not things that require our intervention."
The incident of encountering three dead cows on the road was quickly forgotten by the caravan. When they stayed in the posthouse for the night, everyone heard from the postman that this strange incident was not an isolated case.
, animals have disappeared in many places, and they still look so invasive that people can’t help but be afraid!
Some people said that this was the consequence of violating the ancestral precepts of the founding of the country, and the public voice was loud, which put a lot of pressure on the capital.
The master and apprentice from Knockmooch looked a little solemn after returning to the room.
"It seems that the royal family of Demacia invited us here not just for communication!"
The young man took the lead and said: "I'm afraid we still have to solve this problem."
The old man sighed after hearing this: "Just wait and see, the Demacians will never force us to do things."
The strange phenomena that appeared in the city-state of Demacia seemed to be crimes committed by a certain gang everywhere. It seemed that they wanted to oppose the abolition of the ban on magic in this way. The reason why the two lamented was that they were worried that this was Demacia.
The top management of Marcia is entrenched in power. If this is the case, it will be difficult to escape from being trapped.
Under the night, a crow quietly landed in the inn. Its eyes were blood red, and there were a few strands of meat stuck to the tip of its sharp beak.