Start with Island Lord

The winter forest was cold and dark.

Under a hidden bush, Mbahat, wearing black animal skin and an animal bone mask, was dancing in a strange and eerie way.

He was filled with hatred, silently reciting the full name of Baron Crescent, thinking of his appearance, and then waving the straw doll, like the Creator controlling the ants in the mortal world.

He was the most powerful wizard among the forest elves, and he might even be the most powerful wizard on the island. He wanted to use all his magic power to curse someone to death, and no one on the island could stop his curse!

"Baron Crescent~Baron Crescent~Your death is worth it to have so many warriors of my tribe die with you!"

As the witch dance progressed, the magic power in his body was gradually aroused by the hatred in his heart, and began to be poured into the straw doll bit by bit.

As he moved, the straw voodoo doll became more and more refined, and gradually, it looked like Rosen.

It was exactly the same image that Mbahat had seen before.

"Ancestors in the forest, listen to my story~~Evil spirits hidden in caves and pools~Listen to my call~~There is an extremely evil demon ahead!"

"His name is Rosen Saxon, and he is in this form. He is slaughtering the warriors who serve the forest and trampling on the heroic children of the forest."

"Listen to my command, tear his body and devour his soul!"

With this murmur, Mbahat poured all his magic power into the straw doll in his hand, then raised his hand, pinched the doll's head, and used all his strength to tear the head off the body.

"Ah~~~~~~"

It didn't work.

"Baron, you still have some tricks, but all struggles are in vain."

Grit your teeth and try again.

"Hey~~~~~~Ah~~"

It still didn't work. Both hands were sore and weak, but the doll didn't move at all.

This thin neck is harder to break than an iron rod.

"Okay, okay, you are awesome!"

"Taste the fangs of the forest spirit!"

Mbahat didn't believe it, so he put the voodoo doll in his mouth and bit it with his teeth!

"Yi~~~~~~Crack~~"

A sharp pain came from his gums, and the pain in his gums made Mbahat almost cry out on the spot.

He took out the voodoo doll and saw that it was still intact, with a lot of blood and some broken teeth on it.

It was obviously a straw doll, and it was obviously his own mana, but he couldn't complete the last step of the voodoo curse.

He couldn't even bite it with his teeth.

Mbahat couldn't figure out why this happened, and he was full of hesitation.

"Ancestors, evil spirits, have you abandoned me?"

There was no response, only the whistling forest wind and the screams of the warriors outside the mountain.

‘Plop~~~’

Mbahat collapsed to the ground powerlessly, staring at the voodoo doll in his hand that was harder than steel, in a daze.

He knew he had lost, completely lost.

Suddenly, there was a sound of tiny footsteps in his ears, and before he turned around, he heard a familiar voice.

“Mbahat, I didn’t expect you to go this far.”

The voice was pleasant and mellow, like the singing of snowball birds in the mountains.

Mbahat’s body shook violently: “Goddess!”

He wanted to look back, but his body was fixed by a force and could not move, so he could only turn his back to the source of the sound.

“Help me~Goddess~~Please help me for the last time~Please~”

“Look outside, look at those cruel human races, they are slaughtering the sons of the forest you favor!”

“The balance of the White Sturgeon Island will be completely broken by the evil baron!”

The prophet’s voice was panic, and he even cried bitterly.

But the goddess’ answer disappointed him.

"I won't be fooled again, Mbahat. In your heart, I am not a goddess, you just use me as a tool for revenge."

"I have also found out the source of your hatred, because your father died at the hands of the human race. So, you want to kill all the human races on the island, right?"

Mbahat was hit on the heart, and he also felt the indifference in the goddess' words.

He immediately knew that his performance was completely useless.

At this point, he no longer hid his thoughts.

"All human races deserve to die!"

"I only hate that my magic power is not strong enough and my magic is not profound enough!"

"Goddess, I probably guessed your identity, I tell you frankly, I despise you!"

"Because you obviously have such great power, but you don't go to avenge your ancestors, but stay safely on such a remote island."

"If I had your power, I would not only kill all the human races on the White Sturgeon Island, but also kill all the human races on Weilan Island, and even the human races on the Wit Continent, I would kill them all!"

The goddess laughed out loud.

"What are you laughing at? Is what I said wrong?"

"No, it's ridiculously wrong."

The goddess' voice was indifferent, but as pleasant as ever.

"Mbahat, let me tell you, there are no great gods in this world anymore."

"In today's world, there is only great power, and kings who are great because of power!"

"I do have some special powers inherited from my bloodline, but even so, if I rush out of the forest and face the human race outside the mountain, my combat performance will not be much better than Andosha."

"Maybe he can resist more than 40 lightning balls with the potion, and I can resist 60, but facing the powerful magic weapon of the human race, is there any difference?"

Mbahat roared.

"You can also assassinate!"

"Yes, I can assassinate, but who should I assassinate?"

"Assassinate the king who holds power in your mouth! Assassinate the Crescent Baron opposite!"

The goddess smiled again.

"Master of witchcraft, you still don't understand."

"The king is great because of power, not the other way around."

"And the fundamental source of power is the collection of the will and strength of countless human beings."

"So, when I kill a king, I only kill the user of power, but the power itself is not damaged."

"The king's ministers will immediately elect a new king to take charge of power."

"Believe me, there is never a shortage of people who can be kings in this world. Even if I kill 100 kings, the 101st king will emerge the next day."

"But there are tens of millions of people on Vilan Island, but I only have one life."

Mbahat shook his head repeatedly: "I don't believe it~~I don't believe it~~There must be a way to get revenge, there must be a way!"

"Of course there is a way."

"What way? Tell me quickly! Tell me quickly!"

Mbahat looked like a madman.

"Wear the crown, become a king, and hold power, and you will have the greatest power in the world, a real power that can destroy everything and change everything!"

Seeing that Mbahat was stunned, the goddess laughed softly again.

"Unfortunately, you are just a witchcraft master with hatred in your heart. You certainly don't know how to be a king."

"The tragedy is that the opponent you are facing is a person who knows how to be a king."

"The pressure you have been feeling all this time, everywhere and all the time, no matter how hard you try, how hard you struggle, you can't get rid of it, is from his giant hand that holds power."

"Even, everything you do is to serve the king in the castle."

"I, serve him? How is this possible?"

"No, this is absolutely impossible!"

Mbahat shook his head again and again, his faith was about to collapse.

"You helped him gather all those who were dissatisfied with the new king's rule, and helped him send these people into the trap he set."

"Now, these opponents have all been slaughtered, and everyone else on the island has felt the iron-blooded and cold-bloodedness of the new king. Who will dare to oppose him in the future?"

"So, aren't you helping him consolidate his throne of power?"

"Ah!!!"

Mbahat screamed, feeling a sharp pain in his heart, and a stream of hot blood flowed out of his chest.

He covered his chest fiercely, trying to spit back the blood.

"Puff~~~~~"

Finally, he failed.

The blood spurted out of his mouth violently, turning into a hot blood mist in the winter forest.

It seemed that even his soul was spurted out with the blood.

He was heartbroken, but there was still one last doubt.

"I don't understand why my spell is useless?"

If he could curse the Crescent Baron to death, then even if he knew all this, he would be willing to die.

The problem is that the spell didn't work.

"Because I secretly turned your voodoo doll into a steel doll."

"Ah you. You. Puff~~~~"

Mbahat vomited blood again.

"Hehe~~ I lied to you. I don't have the ability to secretly replace your voodoo doll. It's just right that you lied to me once, so we are even."

Mbahat wanted to vomit blood again after hearing this.

"Then why didn't the spell work?"

"Because. The baron's princess wife is a master of magic. You were not fighting against the baron just now, but his wife."

"So that's it~~~"

Mbahat sighed suddenly, his mind completely lost its support, and he was no longer able to support his body. With a "puff", he fell forward to the mud.

Behind him, the mysterious woman in a white cloak shook her head slightly, and sighed in her heart: "In fact, I haven't told you one thing yet."

There are many kings in the world, but few true kings. And the one you are facing happens to be the candidate for the true king of Weilan.

So, you are unlucky.

The old era of the island has come to an end and a new era will begin tomorrow.