A jet-black beam of light broke through the air from the outside of the canyon. The barrier that was hit rippled and then completely melted like ice and snow. As the barrier disappeared, the bursts of black air that appeared at the pass also spread. Coming in, it was like a shadow that was rapidly expanding, and a slow and weak footsteps sounded from it.
The sound of footsteps was particularly harsh in the empty and quiet valley. After reacting, Basi quickly took defensive actions to prevent possible sudden attacks in the black mist. After all, the dark beam of light just now clearly belonged to a magic controller. Means, and for those who control laws, demons have always been the most annoying.
The sound of footsteps continued to be heard, but when the black mist stopped expanding outward, the owner of the sound did not appear for a long time. The only sound that could be heard was that each footsteps seemed to come from different angles in the black mist, and they walked It seems like a journey that will never end. The devil tried to sense the state of the black mist, but he was shocked to find that all the detections were instantaneous and yielded no results.
"Who is pretending to be a ghost? Come out quickly!" Seeing that the person seemed to be unfathomable, the devil couldn't help shouting with stern expression.
"I'm so rude. It's just a little trick. I just want to see what kind of powerful character the enemy who can destroy Fediga is. After all, there are not many subordinates of Master Griffith who can be faster than him. But Today¡¯s meeting really surprised me.¡±
A strange light lit up, and the black mist was immediately dispersed, and a staggering figure walked out of it. He was wearing a gorgeous gray-white robe, studded with various mysterious and unspeakable magic symbols, and his cuffs It is a circle of purple-red lines about one thumb wide, which does not seem to match the style of the robe. In one of his hands, he held a white bone staff. The huge bone staff, which was as tall as a man, made people wonder how a weak mage could hold it for a long time.
The figure's face was hidden in a dark hood, but as he moved forward, the hood was also taken off. This was a white skull, with two eyes flashing in the deep sockets. A group of condensed flames.
The face of the visitor almost frightened the devil out of his wits. He felt that his teeth seemed to be chattering slightly, and the strength to hold the hammer seemed to be a little weaker. What else could a skeleton holding a staff be? The lich with extremely powerful spellcasting ability is almost the only answer. As for the low-level skeleton warriors, has any demon seen such a thing synonymous with cannon fodder holding a staff instead of a sharp weapon?
But after all, Bast is not a stupid demon without any intelligence. Moreover, the recent encounter with the terrifying and powerful demons such as Williams has also tempered the demon's strong nerves to a certain extent. After calming down a little, Bast After carefully distinguishing the magical aura surging around the visitor, combined with the rich experience of his long life of more than 600 years, he finally made an answer that made him feel a little lucky in his heart.
"Good morning, Mr. Demon." The skeleton creature holding the bone staff greeted politely. He spoke in Abyssal language. Perhaps it was because he had not communicated with language for too long. His voice was raw and unpleasant, and it felt like The two sharp objects made a harsh sound as if they were rubbing against each other.
"I am Corpse Witch Connly, the former humble apprentice of His Highness Griffith, the tower mage in the abyss of the earth, I don't know what you call me, dear Mr. Ovo's minion?"
The visitor said something that the devil was confused by, but Bast secretly felt refreshed after grasping the key, Corpse Witch? He searched the memories in his mind and quickly found the answer.
The Endless Abyss is a dark kingdom where various races, including demons and undead creatures, live together. Bast once heard of the existence of undead creatures such as corpse witches in the distant past. Although they have lost their flesh and blood, they are still intact. The earth retains the ability to cast spells in life, but as a price, this powerful undead creature can only retain the ability to cast necromancy spells, and completely loses the possibility of climbing to the highest palace of magic.
However, as we all know, most mages are paranoid and arrogant guys. In the legends passed down orally in the world of the main material plane, there will never be a shortage of powerful magicians who perform the ritual of lich transformation one after another, although the success rate of this ritual is very low. There is no one out of ten. In sharp contrast, few mages choose to become corpse witches after death. The origin of corpse witches is more likely to be the product of experiments by powerful necromancy masters or the casters who have been buried for thousands of years. Less than one case of natural mutation awakening among ten thousand people.
"Dear Corpse Witch, I am the Evil Flame Demon Bast. Your words make me very confused. I don't know His Highness Owo you are talking about. I believe you must have something very important, but I think you should find someone. Wrong person."
Even though he already knew that the other party was not a lich, the devil still chose his words carefully. In the devil's mind, any magic controller would try not to offend him as much as possible.Now, the battles they have faced in the past have nothing to do with pleasure in the memory of the devil. Moreover, conflict with a corpse witch is completely irrational behavior. Any intelligent creature knows that a monster with only a skeleton body It is impossible for an undead creature to prey on a fat demon.
"No wonder I have read in books that the evil Balrog's cunning wisdom is outstanding among the huge number of demon races. However, your cunning is really boring. I am really curious. I have always advocated the supremacy of the undead. Why would His Highness Wo suddenly favor a demon like you? Mr. Demon, can you tell me, doesn¡¯t the source of the fluctuation of the magic emblem attached to that thing come from this canyon?¡±
His arrogant tone was as unpleasant as the scream of a night owl, but the devil was startled when he heard it. Corpse Witch Connly's few words were immediately connected in the devil's mind, and the answer came out logically. There is no doubt, The undead creature in front of him was the pursuer that Roland had been following for a long time.
He tentatively asked: "Dear Corpse Witch, is it a black metal object you want?"
Corpse Witch Connli nodded approvingly: "Very good, you finally answered my question head-on, Your Excellency, obediently hand over the key wheel, Mr. Demon, you are no match for me. If you fight head-on, you will definitely die in a very painful way, so just As the saying goes, a gentleman's death is the most honorable way for you to die."
The corpse witch said these words coldly, as if the person standing opposite was already a cold corpse.