.

The thick fog that never dissipates all year round covers the dark swamp, and the light is always so dim.

There is no life, even the wind is so weak.

Death is the only adjective here.

In this case, it is best to sleep. The breath of death accumulated by the dead silence of the forbidden area of ​​life is the best tonic.

Three days later, the black dragon woke up on time.

After checking Agulit's body, the black dragon found that the soul fire in his body had condensed, and it would not take long before he could wake up.

Opening his eyes, Agulite immediately saw the black dragon's expressionless face.

The conversion of different biological forms is absolutely new to Agulit.

It took him a long time to gradually adapt to this way of existence without breathing and without heartbeat.

After getting familiar with his body, he immediately tested his strength. The dark elements were stimulating, and soon, he completely relieved.

My own magic level has not decreased. Instead, due to the enhancement of the soul fire, the elemental control power has increased a lot.

After doing all this, Agulite turned to the black dragon, stroked his chest and bowed, and asked, "Dear Lord of Mourning, how are my tribesmen doing?"

The black dragon passed through the realm of the Dead Souls and said, "It's all here. Those undead mages don't know the key to the reversal of the altar and dare not activate the altar casually, so they will talk about it when you wake up."

Agulit thought for a while and said, "The key to the reversal of sacrifices and reversals is mentioned in the clan's records, but it needs to be studied to confirm. Can your necromancer help me?"

Even if Agulit is a dark magician, it is still impossible to activate the altar of reincarnation alone.

"Yes." Heilong nodded and responded.

Whether it is reversal or repairing the altar of reincarnation, it is a huge project.

After erosion of time, the altar of reincarnation has long been ruined.

Although the altar has automatic repair capabilities, the energy supply is only once every three years on the Red Moon Night.

With such a short time of energy supply, it is a miracle that the altar of reincarnation can remain structurally intact tens of thousands of years later.

A continuous stream of dark elements gathered on the altar of reincarnation.

The altar of reincarnation that had been silent for tens of thousands of years slowly rotated without the red moon for the first time, and a faint magic wave radiated toward the surroundings.

The Altar of Reincarnation is a holy land of the Black Warrior clan, but its creator is the most wiser group among the undead creatures - the undead mage.

Countless years ago, the undead heroes with strong martial arts skills were useless. Countless undead mages united and worked together to develop this great magical building.

The greatness of the altar of reincarnation is that it directly creates an unprecedented group of undead creatures - the Black Warrior.

The structure of the reincarnation altar is huge and complex. Even in the world of death, there are not many such reincarnation altars, and there are very few undead creatures who know how to build.

Fortunately, the Black Dragon and other undead mages are all leaders of Scott. They have the soul imprint left over from the battle of life and death ten thousand years ago. Under the secrets of the inheritance, most of these undead have the knowledge to build an altar of reincarnation.

Agulit and the necromancers fell head-on into the research and restoration work of the altar of reincarnation.

The black dragon stayed aside, staring blankly at their work, unable to understand at all.

Svengol became more and more irritable during this period, and the black dragon with no news made him extremely worried.

Watching the growth of the Black Dragon, he knew the character of this skeleton very well. If he couldn't beat him, he would run away, but if he could beat him, he would definitely fight.

Causing trouble has always been the strength of Black Dragon.

Some time ago, the Black Dragon summoned all the metal skeletons in one breath, as well as more than thirty undead mages, which confirmed his concern.

Svengol knew that the Black Dragon must have encountered some strong opponent, otherwise it would not have needed so many reinforcements.

But Svengol knew nothing about what opponent he encountered and what was going on now, which was also the most annoying thing about him.

"Scott, did the Black Dragon contact you, what's going on?"

Svengol turned to Scott and asked, this was the fiftieth time he had asked this question during this period.

"You don't need to worry." Scott looked at Svengol calmly and said, "The Black Dragon did not contact me, but I could feel that my subordinates were in a very safe place.

Where they are not dangerous."

When Svengol heard Scott say this, he felt a little relieved, but his concerns still lingered.

In addition to worrying about the safety of the Black Dragon, he also had to worry about whether the Black Dragon had caused any major disaster.

It is hard to imagine what kind of bloody storm a group of unrestrained undead creatures will cause when they enter the human world.

He could have dissuaded him before, but now he is not by the side, so he can only be anxious.

Thinking of this, Svengol sighed helplessly.

Now that the black dragon is becoming more and more mature, there are fewer and fewer things that can be controlled by it. Even if you are by the black dragon, it may not be of any effect.

"Scott, can you contact the Black Dragon and let him summon us?" Svengol asked.

Scott looked at Svengol with a deep meaning, shook his head with a smile, and said, "When the Black Dragon needs you, it will naturally summon you over. When you don't need you, I don't want you to affect his decision.

"The Black Dragon is now the only lord of mourning in this world. One day, he will need to bear the responsibility of an immortal king. Your existence will be very unfavorable to his growth."

"Well!"

Svengol was stunned.

Scott has always shown a different position with them, the human-reincarnated lich, but it is the first time that it has been said clearly like this.

Svengol and others were born from the race of life and still retained a human heart. They were very disgusted with the act of killing ordinary innocent lives.

But Scott and Black Dragon are both authentic undead creatures, and they are completely two types of creatures from the race of life. For them, killing people is like humans killing chickens and sheep, with no psychological barriers at all.

These are two completely different concepts and there is no possibility of reconciliation for the time being.

Unless after a long period of time, Svengol and others can forget the human heart and become truly immortal creatures.

Svengol does not want the black dragon to kill people by chance, nor does he even want the black dragon to enter the human world.

But Scott hopes that the Black Dragon can grow rapidly and become a true immortal king as soon as possible, and can assume the responsibilities of the king and let the immortal clan dominate the world again.

In this process, even if all the races of life are slaughtered, Scott would not mind.

So he did not want the existence of Svengol and others to hinder the growth of the Black Dragon.

Scott said this, and Svengol also understood that he could not get help from him.

It seems that if the Black Dragon doesn't summon him, he must stay here honestly.

Thinking of this, Svengol sat back on the ground a little depressedly.

Taking light steps, Nana jumped and ran in from outside the hole.

"Be careful, Nana, run so fast, be careful to fall."

Nana, who is sensible and cute, is everyone's treasure.

Even an undead creature like Scott who does not understand human feelings is very fond of Nana, let alone an old man like Svengol.

He spoiled Nana as if she were his granddaughter. Seeing her running so fast, Svengol's heart suddenly became nervous.

Hearing Svengol's words, Nana stopped, smiled sweetly at him, and shouted obediently: "Hello Teacher Goer."

"Be good, Nana, where are you going?" Nana's sweet smile immediately diluted Svengol's unhappiness and asked with a doting smile.

"Go to Sister Rosie's place." Nana pointed her little finger deep in the cave and replied sweetly.

"Okay, okay, walk carefully, don't run so fast." Svengol smiled and instructed.

"I understand, goodbye to Teacher Gole, goodbye to Grandpa Scott." After saying that, Nana turned around and ran into it in a few steps.

Sitting on the stone bed with his knees bent, Rassie stared at her hands, looking confused.

On her hands, two purple-black flames were burning.

The broken soul made her lose most of her memory. She could not remember anything except her deep-rooted disgust for the dark power and her hatred for the black dragon.

This is what made her most confused.

Because she didn't understand why she hated the dark power, nor did she understand why she hated the black dragon so much.

But after being reincarnated as an undead creature, the only thing she can use is the dark power.

After this period of rest, part of the strength slowly returned to her.

But these forces are no longer the sacred powers that were once, but another dark force similar to the way the divine power works.

She didn't know how this power came about, nor did she know why she had this power. Everything was unknown, which often made her fall into a confused and overwhelmed.

"Sister Rosie."

The crisp screams interrupted Lasiros in confusion.

After coming back to his senses, seeing Nana standing by the bed, Rasy's face showed a heartfelt smile and said, "You're here."

Because of Lasiros' identity, she was isolated throughout the wailing forest.

No one was willing to pay attention to her, except Nana, no one said anything to her.

With such a confused state of mind, if no one talks with her, it may be possible that she will go crazy.
To be continued...