Heroes of the Invincible Undead

Space magic.

As one of the most well-known spells of Bracada, space magic has greatly improved people's lives.

Even if they are separated by several towns, or even blocked by rivers and mountains, with the help of space magic, people can instantly cross extremely long distances, and distance is no longer an obstacle for people to communicate. Not to mention that there is magic like the Gate of Different Dimension, any place in the world, even in different planes, there have been the footprints of mages.

The only people who can freely enjoy the convenience of space magic, except for those famous nobles, are only those mages who specialize in this way. Even if it is a large caravan in a freelance business guild, if a mage who has only learned a little bit of space magic can join, the status of the entire caravan will become prominent due to the existence of that mage.

After crossing the golden gate of different dimensions, Eric returned to the former Mage Empire, the snowy area he was familiar with.

The cold wind of Bracada gave Eric a familiar feeling. He did not cast any cold protection magic, and let the old body, which had adapted to Eri's warmth, be beaten by the cold wind. Eric missed the instinctive shiver of the body. In this snowy area, he spent a long time, and the disciples who followed him were all over Bracada, but all of this was destroyed by one person.

The real owner of this snowy area is no longer from the lineage of Magnus, the **** of mages, but replaced by another existence, an ambitious and evil necromancer whose undead engulfed him. In this land, his artifact crushed the glory of the mages.

The kings cheered and cheered for his evil deeds, and the celebrations he held became a grand gathering for the evil ones, and no one cared about the current situation of the far away mages.

"Rod..."

Eric read the name of the necromancer with a firm light in his eyes. He was so emotional that he almost didn't notice that someone had come to him.

The man's footsteps were light, and there were no half footprints left on the soft snow. Although the man's movements were extremely gentle, he still couldn't stop Eric's investigation. The legendary mage's perception ability made Eric not afraid of sneak attacks from any direction, and the figure of the man was also noticed by Eric for the first time.

"I thought you wouldn't come to see me." Eric sighed deeply after seeing the man.

"Of course I will come to see you, my teacher, and I have brought what you need most," the man said slowly.

The dresses of the two are very similar. Eric is wearing a simple gray robe, while the other person is wearing an inconspicuous blue-black robe. The surface of the robe is not decorated at all. It belongs to the crowd and cannot be photographed. of that kind.

Different from Eric, that man exudes a strong energy of death, even if Diya's lich comes, he must bow down to the pure energy of death.

Although the man in the blue and black robe is not conspicuous in his appearance, as long as anyone has seen his face, it is impossible to ignore him, or even if he wants to put it aside and ignore it. Arrived, there is no other reason, that person's face is too scary.

Just looking at the man's left face, even if it is Eli's elf, he has to sigh at the attractiveness of the man in front of him. The man is not handsome enough to offend others. Instead, he is the type that becomes more and more interesting, and can easily gain the goodwill of others.

However, these feelings in front of him were all destroyed by the man's right face. The man's right face can no longer be described as a human face. There is no trace of flesh and blood on it. Some of it is only a half-skeleton-like face. The dark and hollow eye sockets seem to be a dark abyss that devours the soul. , I couldn't help sinking into it completely.

Even Eric was caught off guard when he saw such a face, and couldn't help but be surprised: "What happened to your face? You weren't like this the last time I saw you..."

I can't blame Eric for thinking too much. The last time he saw this man, Rhode stepped into the dragon's nest alone and proposed a marriage to the Dragon King Moriel. At that time, Eric, in order to destroy the marriage, secretly gave him He took a few special magic scrolls from the man in front of him. It's a pity that things backfired, and the two evil overlords finally reached a marriage, and will threaten all creatures on the main plane with an unstoppable trend.

The man in front of him was once Eric's proud apprentice, but he chose to explore taboos, turned his back on Bracada, defected from the School of Magic, and finally became a necromancer. In order to clear the portal, Eric followed his trail all the way, and finally came to Diya, the necromancer's lair, and started a war with him. In the end, he cheapened another person, bringing unknown hidden dangers to the whole world.

The man's name is Sandro. The last time Eric saw Sandro, there were a few dark spots on the right side of his face. Unexpectedly, after a while, all the flesh and blood on the right side of his face disappeared, leaving only a downright skeleton face. Now he sees it. Going up is extremely terrifying, even Eric can't bear to look directly.

"Is that the effect of the Undead Ceremony? Is it the Endless Night Ceremony? Or some other ceremony?" Eric couldn't help asking him looking at Sandro who looked like this. Judging from the knowledge of the legendary mage, the state of Sandro is obviously inseparable from the ritual of the undead. Could it be that he held those forbidden rituals in order to gain stronger power?

Eric could not agree with such an approach. It had gone against the original intention of magic. Although he tried many times to lead the man in front of him to the right path, it always backfired. Looking at the terrifying Sandro, Eric could only sigh deeply.

"Ritual? This is not the effect that ritual can bring." Facing his former teacher, Sandro didn't hide anything. The corner of his left mouth evoked a confident smile, which also led to the stripped flesh and blood, leaving only The right face of the skeleton made him look terrifying and terrifying. "This is the effect of a treasure. The treasure is called 'Black Devil Sword'. Has the teacher heard of this treasure?"

"Dark Demon Sword?"

Eric shook his head, how many treasures are there in this world? Although he is very knowledgeable, he cannot know the true effect of that treasure just by hearing its name.

Even so, Eric was startled by the rich knowledge brought by years of studying ancient books. Although he had never heard of the treasure of the Black Devil Sword, he had heard of a name that was very similar to it.

"In the ancient books of the Erathians, I remember that I saw a special title, I think about it... That title seems to be 'Dark Demon Sword Master', is there any relationship between them?"

After thinking about it carefully, relying on the wisdom of the legendary mage, Eric also remembered the information recorded in the book, and then asked.

Sandro nodded, and his actions confirmed Eric's conjecture at this time: "Of course it does matter. The person who holds the Dark Sword will become the cursed Dark Sword Master. All along, I use the Black Devil Sword as an artifact component, ignoring the power it contains, it should be the core of the combined artifact."

Just based on what Sandro said, Eric can only have a general impression of the cursed magic sword: "Did it cause you to become what you are now?"

Sandro nodded, then shook his head again: "To be precise, I chose this curse myself."

Eric sighed and seemed to be dissatisfied with his statement: "Of course you chose it yourself, isn't everything, including your study of undead magic, the result of your own choice? Saying it doesn't seem to make sense."

The man shook his head. He knew that Eric must have misunderstood the true meaning he wanted to convey. The choice in his mouth was not as simple as Eric thought:

"The 'Dark Demon Sword' is a treasure that belongs to a hero. Only heroes can display the true power of that magical sword. Even if ordinary people get the Black Demon Sword, they can only borrow the power from the magical sword. With the deepening of use, the bodies of those people will gradually fester, and abscesses full of poisonous blood will grow, and half of their bodies will be completely necrotic. In the end, they can only spend the rest of their lives in pain, but heroes don’t have to do this. When the Black Devil Sword is used, not only will there be no curse at all, but it can exert its true power."

Listening to Sandro's unhurried words, even Eric on the side couldn't help but feel the magic of the Black Devil Sword at this moment. The treasure, only a true hero can exert the power contained in the Black Devil Sword.

At this moment, Eric seemed to think of something, and said to the man:

"Aren't you a hero? Then why are you still cursed by the Black Devil Sword and turned into what you are now? Is it because you took the initiative to use those undead rituals to turn your right body into an undead form in order to break the curse? This is so stupid... There is no power, or any kind of magic in this world, that is worth giving up your human body and human heart."

Eric did not agree with the man's approach, just like he would never agree with those necromancers, in his view, this approach is simply stupid. Only people without wisdom will give up everything that was once beautiful for those powers.

Sandro smiled. He observed the memories of the Black Devil Sword Masters from the Dark Devil Sword. In order to cover up the cursed body, some Black Devil Sword Masters wrapped black cloth on their faces, and some covered their faces with their hair. , but Sandro didn't need to do this, showing his skeleton-like face magnanimously.

"Teacher, you are wrong. The curse on the Black Devil Sword will not overly erode my body. I took the initiative to become what I am now, and now I am the most perfect Black Devil Sword Master. All power, as well as the souls of the Black Demon Sword Masters of all dynasties, will help me when I need it."

As if thinking of the beautiful situation after that, Sandro laughed again, his smile still daunting, and Eric was used to it.

Eric was once saddened by the choice of this disciple. Sandro has an absolute talent that Eric can never match, and his magic research is deeper than that of any Bracada mage.

In Sandro, Eric put his never-before-seen expectations. He looked forward to one day when Sandro's status in Brakada could surpass himself and reach the level second only to the God of Mage. For the Master of Bracada, that is a kind of supreme honor.

It's a pity that fate seems to have made a joke with Eric. His most proud apprentice finally fell into darkness and became a member of the Necromancer. Eric can only look at him, in the process of becoming an undead. Going further and further down the road, by now, there is absolutely no room for turning back.

"I heard that Rhode, he can control all beings who have learned spiritualism." Eric seemed to have thought of something, and Eric said slowly, "Eli's Rejuvenating Spring has the effect of forgetting memory. With help, even painful memories can be steered away. If you want to forget about spiritualism and go back to the School of Magic, there is still a chance."

Eric's words came from the heart, even though Sandro used Eric's name to deceive famous heroes on the mainland and collected undead artifact parts for himself, but Eric was still willing to forgive him and give him Opportunity to reform.

Listening to his suggestion, Sandro just smiled: "Teacher, you should know that this is impossible. You want me to go to Eri now, to be with those escaped mages? Stop joking, I don't May give up everything now."

Eric sighed. Of course he knew that was impossible. Brakada was not as strong as it used to be. The identity of a mage is no longer a praiseworthy thing, and even because of his status as a mage, Being ridiculed by some ill-intentioned people in Eri, the current Mage Empire really has nothing to do with it, except...

On the side, Sandro also took a deep breath: "The matter is not over yet, I can still rely on some tricks to prevent the Holy Word from taking effect on me. Before Rhode really enslaves all the necromancers in the world, I will not There are dangers. Fortunately, time is on my side."

Sandro's words meant something, but unfortunately, Eric didn't seem to hear the clue, and just asked: "I want to know if you brought that treasure here as I said. "

"Of course." Sandro nodded, and a unique spiritual sphere with boundless air elements that seemed to stir the storm appeared in his hands, "This is the last thing Jadet can do. He stole this spiritual orb from the treasure house of his father. He was also a disciple you trusted, and even after so long, he is very grateful for your teachings, and I hope you can forgive him for leaving without saying goodbye."