Legendary Hero

South, Toxic Valley.

The location of this valley is very remote, with lush trees at the mouth of the valley and a highly poisonous miasma, ordinary people simply cannot enter.

In the depths of the valley, a mage's tower was built. The master of the mage tower is the archmage Rafebel of the Primo family.

When Vendome fell that day, Raphael chose to flee, and the place where he fled was this hidden mage tower.

In his opinion, this place is the safest. Surrounded by the poisonous fog, he will never have to worry about orcs coming to disturb him. Even in the end, when he heard that the Primo family had defected to Duke Lehman and obtained the Ficus Island as their territory, he did not go there.

In fact, he wanted to pass, but he couldn't afford the shame. Of course he knew that the act of fleeing that day was equivalent to a betrayal of the entire Primo family. Now that the family is safe, he rushed back to enjoy the results, and it would be no wonder that he was not scolded to death.

So he finally stayed in this isolated valley, concentrating on studying his magic.

When he thought about it, he might spend the rest of his life here, no one would bother him, and he could immerse himself in the magical world wholeheartedly.

It's a bit lonely, but overall it's not bad.

However, his peaceful time didn't last long. In less than half a year, someone broke the tranquility of the poisonous valley. To be precise, it is not a person, but a magical creature.

The whole body of this creature was shrouded in a cold and desperate chill. Through the wide cloak, one could see a skeleton with two ice-blue flames burning in its eye sockets.

"Lich? Who are you? Why did you invade my territory!" Rafebel stood at the door of his mage tower, holding a staff in his hand, looking at the intruder coldly.

"Hahaha." The skeleton laughed, his voice was hollow and vicissitudes, he took off the hood of his cloak, revealing his head as clean as jade: "Rafebel, don't you know me? Oh, you really can't confirm it, because My appearance has changed a bit recently."

Rafebel frowned and said nothing, the tone of the other party made him feel a little familiar.

"If I change my appearance, you should be able to recognize me."

While speaking, the cold air around the skeleton began to move, surrounding the skeleton's body, and then forming a misty body. Although it didn't look very real, it could roughly show the appearance of this person.

Rafebel was shocked: "Disentas? Aren't you dead?"

The skeleton let out a burst of laughter, and the mist around him cleared up again: "I am indeed dead. Urossis abandoned me. But I have a new master, his name is Ertus, the master of death, and he gave me new life. body, let me get a new life, an immortal new life!"

"I don't care what happened to you. But you are not welcome here, go away, evil lich!" Lafeber roared, the magic crystal at the tip of the staff shone with dazzling light, and huge magic power was gathering into the crystal.

Lafebert hated the culprit who destroyed Vendome extremely. He wished he could blow this guy into scum, but he didn't dare. During his lifetime, Disentas surpassed him in magic attainments and strength, and he knew that he was no match.

Although he has changed his appearance now, the undulating magic power has not weakened at all, on the contrary, it is stronger than before.

"Haha, you don't dare!" Disentas broke Lafebel's psychological defense in one sip: "You don't dare! Lafebel, you know you are not my opponent."

"Go to hell, devil!" Rafebell roared, the light on the staff became more intense, but the magic never appeared.

"Do it? After doing it, you will die. You are a traitor, and your soul will suffer in the abyss of hell. No, you don't even have that chance, my master will capture your soul and give you the most terrible torture , torture that you can't imagine. Think about it, the feeling of depriving your soul of power strand by strand, is like using a small knife to cut off the flesh from your body bit by bit, cutting off the first half of the body , never resting, forever suffering..."

"Stop talking!" Raphael felt beads of sweat oozing from his forehead.

"No, I want to continue. Do you know that hundreds of thousands of undead have gathered in the south. The warriors who died in Vendome have all surrendered to their masters. These armies are more terrifying and ruthless than the orc army. It is enough to sweep the entire continent and bring everything under the command of death. You have nowhere to hide!" Disentas's voice was cruel, and after experiencing death, his mind has been completely distorted, and he fanatically worships Ertu Si, has lost all sanity.

But Rafebel is not easy to deceive, he sneered: "One hundred thousand? What about one hundred thousand undead? Thirty thousand undead who can really fight are not bad. With this power, you dare to say that it is ridiculous to sweep the continent!"

"That's why I came here." Disentas said with a smile, "I need your strength."

Rafebel was silent. He stared at the Lich opposite him for a long time, and finally said dejectedly, "What can I get?"

He had to live, but he thought he was no match for Disentas, so surrender was his only option.

Rafebel is very aware of the consequences. Once he does this, he will definitely be cast aside by the world, and his name will be nailed to the pillar of shame forever. But he didn't care about this kind of thing anymore. Compared with his own life, these formal things didn't matter.

He just has to live.

"The power of eternal life!" Disentas laughed: "I knew you would choose the right path, Lafite, you are the only one in Vendome who understands."

"Eternal life with a skeleton body?"

"As you like. The master of death controls death, and you can live forever with this body. The only thing to pay attention to is to carefully protect your body and don't destroy it in the flames of war, otherwise the master will not kindly give it to you. Reforge. At that point, all you have is a lich body."

"...Okay." Lafeber responded with difficulty: "What do I need to do?"

"Expand the master's power. Of course, before that, you need to master the power of death. Take this magic book and take a good look." Disentas took out a magic book with a black cover and engraved words A lifelike skeleton is the book of necromancy.

Lafeber took over.

"The first mission. There is a small village outside the poisonous valley, use the plague gas to send them on the road to eternal life." Disentas laughed: "Oh, the plague gas is recorded in this book, just on the first page , a very simple spell. With your knowledge, you can master it in three days, right?"

Rafebel turned the pages of the book with difficulty, and sure enough, he saw the 'plague gas'.

Plague gas, intermediate necromantic transformation magic, covers an area within 500 meters after casting, and all life in the area will be transformed into necromancers.

What an evil magic, swallowed, Rafebel nodded: "I will do it."

"I believe in you, Lafite." Disentas let out a hollow laugh, turned and left.

Magicians are scholars, they are too smart, they like to measure gains and losses, they like to negotiate and compromise, and they seldom break faces and have real battles.

One such moment.

Rafebel took the magic book and stood there blankly. After a long time, he sighed and returned to the mage tower with the magic book.

The situation is such that in order to survive, he can only succumb to the power of darkness.

………………

At the same time, Aldus, the king of the Aoraki Kingdom in the west, was helpless. Of course, it wasn't about the undead. Of course he had heard about the undead demons in the south, but that was about the southerners and had nothing to do with him.

Aldus is very young, only thirty years old this year, full of vigor and ambition, and his greatest wish in life is to defeat Grand Duke Lehman on the battlefield and force him to submit to him.

His kingdom is also not weak, because he has a very powerful army against the frost giants in the extreme north all the year round, but it is a pity that this army is trapped in the north and cannot get out.

But even so, it doesn't matter, the kingdom's other powers are enough to fight against Grand Duke Lehman, and even surpass it. During his five years in power, the two sides had some small conflicts on the battlefield, and basically the Kingdom had the upper hand.

Of course, this is a good thing, but a disturbing thing happened recently.

Grand Duke Lehman unexpectedly got a powerful warrior, a terrifying genius who is very likely to be promoted to the legendary realm in the last two years.

He sent out three tulip warriors, one escaped and brought back news. The three of them besieged and were defeated by the opponent within five seconds, and the opponent still protected one person. If the opponent had no other intentions, then the three of them would definitely be shot on the spot. kill.

With such force, it can be inferred that the opponent may be promoted to legend at any time.

In this way, the Principality of Lehman will have a real martial saint, a quasi-sage who relies on his own strength instead of being forced by various medicines and alchemy methods.

Perhaps, in the eyes of ordinary people in mainland China, there are not many Martial Saints, but there are also many, which seems not uncommon.

But in fact, most of them are quasi-sages. For example, in the Aoraki Kingdom, there are eight martial saints, but seven of them are quasi-sages. The power of these quasi-sages is only at the lower level of legend, and they cannot improve for life.

There are only four Martial Saints in the Principality of Lehman, and the most powerful one is the Red Moon Sword Master, who was promoted by his own strength. The power is so strong that it overlooks the entire Starlight Continent. Facing Zhuansheng, it is not difficult to play one-on-five.

In the entire continent, there are only two people who can stand shoulder to shoulder with him. One is the commander of the Frost Crusade against the Frost Giants, Edward Rhine. Never engaged in other battles, not even Aldus could command him.

There is also a warrior named Moro Wogen, who is a commoner and also a hermit. His weapon is a silver epee, which is like a full moon when he swings it. He is called the warrior of the full moon.

He does not belong to any country, his whereabouts are secretive, and no one knows where he is. The last time he made a move was ten years ago, when he cut off the head of the evil black dragon with a single sword.

These three people are called the three saints of the human race. Although there are many other quasi-sages, including those trained by some great nobles, there are always more than 20 quasi-sages, but these quasi-sages are just small stars on the edge of the bright moon. It cannot become a strategic force capable of changing the situation of the war.

As for the archmages and the like, although they are also legendary powerhouses and are very powerful, these guys are all scholars and don't like to fight directly. They are generally neutral characters. It is difficult for even the king to drive them, so they are not enough to rely on .

Originally, the Red Moon Juggernaut of the Principality of Lehman was old, and Aldus was just at the time when he was ambitious, but he didn't expect that the other party had found another Martial Saint, so why didn't he feel depressed.

"Hey, Vincent, what luck!"

Tulip Warrior failed in the assassination, so he gave up his plan to continue the assassination, and also gave up his plan to subdue the Principality of Lehman within ten years.