The Lord of Ashes

"Fortunately, before I left, due to injuries, I left your senior brother and senior sister in the care of Ms. Qiongni for the time being."

"Otherwise they might also kill that vicious woman!" Moses said in a gloomy voice.

Although Moxiduo's injury was very serious at this time, and due to the poison invading his body, Thane noticed that the opponent's eyes were somewhat dark.

But while speaking, Mosheduo's hatred and resentment towards the first-level black magician Diers was so strong.

This was the anger after being betrayed. It was ridiculous that Moses had even made a magic weapon for Diers before this.

The other party obviously did not accept Moshe Duo's favor. Instead, after the failure in exploring the yellow sand world, he cast his greedy eyes on Moshe Duo, a wealthy official black magician.

"Teacher, are there no other black magicians with you?"

"Didn't they take care of it?" Thain couldn't help but ask.

Moses was a little surprised as to why Thain asked this question, but he still shook his head and replied: "That secret passage has many branches. After entering it, most of us black magicians separated."

"Because Diers and I had an offensive and defensive alliance agreement in the past, the two of us went together."

"What a pity. I should have signed a magic contract with her in the past."

"With the constraints of the contract, even if the woman turns against her, she will still have to endure the pain of the contract's backlash." Moses said in a sinister tone.

It's just that magic contracts are rarely used among black magicians. What they respect more is power.

Presumably, Diers didn't know how to poison Moses because he was seriously injured and his consciousness was lax.

If it was Moses in his heyday, Diers would never dare to make a mistake.

Thain still remembers the battle where Moses suppressed the first-level black magician Katherson in all aspects.

In terms of personal combat power, Moses, who has many magic weapons at his side, is probably enough to fight against any first-level peak creature.

Equipment is also a part of strength.

The anger and resentment towards Diers in many of Moses' words made him feel involved in the injury.

There was a coughing sound, and Thain even saw Moses coughing up some more black blood.

Thain actually wanted to ask his mentor about the official black magician Ferena and her disciple Lina.

But seeing his mentor's excitement and poor physical condition at this time, Thain still endured it.

First, he helped Moses to walk to a more spacious and drier part of the cave.

"Teacher, please sit here for a while. I'll boil some water and cook some for you.

Order something to eat. "Sain said to Moshedo.

Moses should have something similar to nutritional potions in his hands. In fact, more than 70% of the potions in Moses' hands were made by Diers.

This is also the basic condition for the two black magicians to form an offensive and defensive alliance.

But nutritional medicine is not food after all. Thain will feel tired after eating too much, let alone his mentor.

Thain couldn't deal with the toxins in Moses' body, so he could only make some food to try to make Moses feel better.

Even after Moses had been on the run for many days, he did not dare to take the medicines given to him by Diers now, so his body was already weak and depleted.

It's just that the life level of a formal black magician is fundamentally different from that of a magic apprentice.

Official black magicians can easily live hundreds or even thousands of years.

The magic apprentices tried their best to survive for more than a hundred years, which is the limit.

Therefore, although Moshe will feel hungry, he is not like Thain, who has to eat once a day or every few days.

Thain was busy in front of the campfire, which made Moses feel a little relieved.

But there was also a hint of complexity in his eyes, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

When Thain finally presented a bowl of hot mushroom soup sprinkled with seasonings in front of Moshedo.

The aging black magician squeezed out a smile on his wrinkled face and said to Thain: "It tastes good. It seems that what your senior sister once praised you was true."

Faced with the compliments from his mentor Moshe, Thane smiled shyly.

…

There is no such thing as night in the underground world.

Almost after finishing the meal, Thain helped Moshe to rest against a boulder.

Thain himself was very tired, and he hardly had a day of rest during this period.

Meeting his mentor Moshe Duo today was definitely an unexpected surprise, and based on the information he got from his mentor, Thain guessed that his girlfriend Lina should also be in a safer situation at this time.

After all, Lina might be safer than Thain with an official black magician whose strength is still relatively intact.

I finally let go of the thought I had been thinking about for a long time, and I have an elder like my mentor Moses by my side.

After tidying up for a while, Thain leaned against a piece of furniture not far from Moses and fell asleep with his head sideways.

This time, Thain slept soundly.

He didn't even know when the bonfire in the cave went out.

There is no bonfire to provide light, and the cave is even darker at this time. Only the residual warmth of the bonfire makes the cave feel dark.

The temperature here is not too low.

In the darkness, Mosheduo's eyes quietly opened.

Yellow eyes looked at Thain quietly.

If there was light, Thain would definitely shudder when he saw his mentor staring at him like this.

But at this time, Thain seemed to have remembered something good while sleeping, and a slight smile even appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Moses' expression was very complicated at this time.

The eyes he looked at Thane were cold and gleaming for a moment.

After a while, he returned to his normal expression, with a hint of warmth as an elder looks at a younger one.

This state of mixed emotions kept Moses awake most of the night.

In the second half of the night, as the remaining temperature of the campfire dropped, the look in Moshe Duo's eyes was gradually replaced by coldness.

I saw the official black magician slowly getting up and moving closer to where Thain was lying.

Thain's breathing was still steady, which meant that he was still immersed in his wonderful dream.

Just when Moshe was only one step away from Thane, and an inexplicable black magic ripple rose from the black magician's right hand.

The cry of "Gu Gu" suddenly came from the boulder. Mosheduo's right hand trembled, and the magic ripples on his hand also dispersed.

An unnatural flush appeared on Moses' pale cheeks, which was a sign of the backlash of magic power.

Glancing over the boulder, Moxido finally sighed and retreated to where he originally lay.

The size of the magic backlash depends on the intensity of the magic the caster is about to release.

Judging from Mosheduo's performance at this time, the magic he was about to release just now did not seem to be a powerful and relatively mental-consuming spell.

But despite this, the consequences of the backlash of magic power still made Moses' physical condition worse at this time, and it was not an exaggeration to say that he was even terminally ill.

Moxido, who was leaning on the boulder and panting slightly, glanced at Thain again.

Finally, he sighed deeply and whispered to himself: "Let's forget it, I don't have much life left."

"Even if he wasn't so seriously injured this time, he wouldn't be able to survive long if he returned to the Western Islands."

"This child may be able to inherit my mantle in the future and carry forward my lineage."

"Looking at his mental strength, it seems that he has reached the level of an advanced apprentice. His growth rate is even faster than that of Zorro and Aaron back then..."

After thinking about this, Moses sighed softly, then closed his eyes and stopped thinking about anything else.