Necromancer: A New Era

In the Elf King's Court, in the hall that symbolizes the endless glory and dignity of the elves, the solemn atmosphere is like solidified amber, wrapping every inch of space tightly. There are rows of huge statues around, which silently tell the glorious history of the elves. Each statue represents an epic hero or an elf with outstanding contributions, and is the glory and heritage of the sun elves.

However, at this moment, the elven throne was occupied by a non-elven figure. Tang Yue, leaning on the throne in an almost lazy posture, playing with a necromancy staff emitting a faint magical power. His eyes were deep and cold, as if he could see through all appearances and reach the deepest fear in people's hearts.

Ephesud, the demigod-level warrior, stood quietly beside Tang Yue like an insurmountable mountain. His presence itself was an invisible pressure, making every elf in the hall feel difficult to breathe. The Nether Dragon stood beside Tang Yue in a guardian posture, with a pair of wide-open eyes, revealing his murderous intentions towards the kneeling elves in the hall.

In the center of the hall, Tiffany knelt on the ground, her body trembling slightly uncontrollably. She was the Elf King of the noble elves, but at this moment, under Tang Yue's sharp gaze, she felt like a lamb to be slaughtered.

"How should I deal with you?" Tang Yue's voice echoed in the hall, and every word hit Tiffany's heart like a heavy hammer, "How can I resolve the hatred in my heart?"

Upon hearing this, Tiffany's body trembled even more violently. She looked up at Tang Yue, her eyes filled with fear and pleading: "Sir, please forgive me. I am willing to do anything as long as you can let me go."

Her words were filled with despair. After seeing Tang Yue's method of torturing souls, she had no doubt that if this man wanted, her soul would be pulled out by him and burned forever with that terrifying flame.

However, Tang Yue seemed unmoved. He stood up slowly, and every step seemed to step on everyone's heart. As he moved, Ephisade released more violent pressure, and the whole hall seemed to tremble under this pressure.

"Willing to do anything to make up for it?" Tang Yue's tone revealed a strong sense of sarcasm, "You compare your despicable identity to my most cherished friend?"

At this point, a ray of cruelty flashed in Tang Yue's eyes. He would never forget how that gentle and kind woman, Ariel, was tortured to death by these self-proclaimed noble elves. Whenever he thought of that scene, the anger in his heart was hard to contain.

The sun elves kneeling below felt extremely bitter upon hearing this. They used to be so proud, claiming to be the followers of the sun god, and never looked down upon any race. However, at this moment, they could only kneel at the feet of this human man like slaves, without even the courage to resist.

At this moment, a young Saint Domain warrior suddenly jumped up. He could not endure this humiliation, and could not bear to watch his compatriots being tortured like this. Amid Tiffany's desperate call, he rushed towards Tang Yue, determined to kill him with one strike!

However, in Ephesud's eyes, this kind of attack was no different from an ant trying to shake a tree. He just casually slapped the young Saint Domain warrior away, hitting the wall of the Elf Hall heavily, and then slowly sliding down. It was unknown whether he was dead or alive, but no one in the hall dared to stand up to check on him, including the two powerful demigod-level elves.

Tang Yue glanced coldly at the young elf lying in a pool of blood, without any mercy in his heart. These elves had caused irreparable harm to him and his friends, and now everything they endured was just the retribution for their sins.

He sat back on the throne, tapping his fingers lightly on the armrests, as if thinking about his next plan. The elves in the hall trembled under this silent pressure, waiting for their unknown fate.

Efissad looked at Tang Yue with respect in his eyes. He had been loyal to Tang Yue for tens of thousands of years and knew that the hatred and anger in this man's heart would not be easily eliminated. He didn't know how this trial would end, but he knew that no matter what the result was, he would stand firmly by Tang Yue's side until the last moment.

The pressure continued to build, and every second in the air was filled with tension and suffocation. The elves struggled to hold on, trying to find a chance to breathe under Tang Yue's pressure. However, just when they were at their limit and about to collapse, Tang Yue suddenly waved his hand to disperse the suffocating pressure.

His eyes slowly swept over the elves, and finally stopped at their Elf King, Tifaniah. He slowly raised his right hand, and the original power of the special contract began to emerge, turning into the lines of the master-servant contract, flashing a strange and cold light.

"Each person will receive a contract," Tang Yue's voice was cold and ruthless. "If you don't agree, I will take out your soul and use it as my plaything."

The elves were in an uproar when they heard this. They would rather die on the battlefield than become someone else's slave. But in front of a necromancer like Tang Yue, death seemed to be a luxury. They knew that once their souls became toys, it would mean endless torture of being unable to live or die.

The old Elf King and the demigod elder looked at each other, and a trace of helplessness and determination flashed in their eyes. At their level of power, they valued life even more. They understood that the compromise at this moment might be for a glimmer of hope in the future.

Under the leadership of the old Elf King, the elves all absorbed the master-servant contract. The power of the contract penetrated their brows and disappeared, but it left an indelible mark in the depths of their souls.

After signing the contract, the elves felt a strong sense of absolute obedience to Tang Yue. Their former pride and self-esteem seemed to become so insignificant at this moment. They knew that from now on, their fate would be completely in Tang Yue's hands.

Tang Yue looked at the elves in front of him with a satisfied smile on his face. He turned and walked towards Tiffany, lifted her delicate chin with one hand, and looked down at her.

"As a special 'care' for you, you will stay by my side from now on!" Tang Yue's tone was full of unquestionable majesty, "I will preserve your original heart and let you atone for your sins."

Tifaniah's body trembled slightly, but there was no sign of resistance in her eyes. She bowed deeply and answered with a trembling but firm voice: "Yes! My Lord, I will obey your will 100% until you are willing to forgive my sins!"

From that moment on, the history of the elves turned a new page. Their former freedom and pride were bound by an invisible master-servant contract. And Tang Yue's figure became a shadow that could never be erased from their hearts. But even so, they still held a glimmer of hope, looking forward to regaining their former glory one day.