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Willie's expression froze instantly.

Even if it was him, he was also a little surprised.

Necromancers did not become notorious in the last 200 years. Generations of sorcerers have been told to never touch necromancer magic.

It is always linked to dead bodies, ghosts, skeletons and other things that everyone avoids.Long-term contact with the undead, the personality will become gloomy, withdrawn, weird, unable to get along with the world.

"Messenger of the Nibelung" is another way of saying the Necromancer - it originated 500 years ago.

The Nibelungen is the land of the dead, and the euphemistic name is the land of the fog.After death, the soul will go all the way north to the country of the dead.Necromancers are able to communicate with the world of the Nibelung and the living, and are messengers of the two worlds.

The last recorded necromancer appeared 500 years ago. It is said that he can bring the dead back to life, and the resurrected people speak and act the same as when they were alive.He once fought against several Dharma Saints at the same time without losing the wind. Since then, his reputation has spread throughout the entire continent. No one dares to call him by his name directly, and no one dares to call him a necromancer.

According to the stories that have been handed down, he is called the "Messenger of the Nibelungen", so that is the only title that remains to this day - neither his name nor his appearance.

When Viri was a child, his parents threatened him many times in order to coax him to sleep. If he didn't sleep again, the messenger would come and arrest you.Not only Viri, but many people in the empire have experienced this. "Apostle" was once the person or code name they feared most in childhood.

No one knows where the necromancer lives in seclusion, whether dead or alive.

After all, he can communicate between the kingdom of the dead and the world of the living, and it must be easier for him to live longer than ordinary mages.

"Is he still alive?" Willie asked.

Sean shook his head: "He's dead, he's dead a long time ago, hundreds of years ago."

"Since these can be written down, the Valentines and even the Mage Guild know that he is actually a necromancer?" Viri said, "It seems that the Mage Guild sent more than a dozen saints just to exterminate him. Mixed with water."

They wanted to continue talking, but Mason interrupted their conversation, reminding them that the food on the table had grown cold and was about to taste bad.Only then did Sean shut up and eat obediently.

Viri was always thinking about something, and he didn't know how to eat a meal.As soon as Sean put down the knife and fork, he immediately said, "Let's go to the place you mentioned."

Sean laid the groundwork for so long, it was definitely not for talking nonsense.

There is no need to think too much, the place mentioned must be related to this legendary necromancer "messenger".

Because Viri was injured and in poor health, they did not choose to ride a horse, but took the griffin that the guild had carefully domesticated for a long time.A griffin has the strong body of a lion, and the wings and head of a falcon. When sitting on its back overlooking the earth, it feels like everything is under control.

This is why many nobles and mages choose to domesticate griffins.

Viri lacked interest in the griffin, and after taking a look, he remembered the snowy owl by his side.

"When I came back, was there a snowy owl around?" He turned to Sean and asked.

"No, you are the only one on the bed, and you are still unconscious. Didn't you say that the snowy owl is not your pet?" Sean Nahan said, "Maybe it has completed its mission and gone to find its owner."

Doubts abounded in Willie's heart, and the previous guess was overturned again.

If Ignas is still alive, why not come to him directly, but write a letter in a roundabout way?He tried his best to avoid thinking about the skeleton, but he still couldn't figure it out.

Could it be that he didn't want to see him?

The depression in his heart was directly expressed on his face, and Sean comforted him: "If there is anything bothering you, think about it later. When you reach your destination, you won't have the time to think about it."

"Okay." Viri reluctantly nodded, and took over the conversation graciously, "Does your guild record the name of this 'messenger'?"

Sean said, "Only a surname, not a first name."

"His name is Stocker."

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The Griffin flew for half an hour, heading east along the edge of the Misty Forest, and finally stopped at a gap in a canyon.A big river flows through, and forests cover the mountains on both sides of the canyon.

Mason stayed in Fast and didn't come with him.

Sean fed the Griffin a few magic crystals as a reward, and then led Viri into the canyon.

The sound of rumbling water echoed in his ears, causing Viri's eardrums to swell and hurt, and his forehead to throb.The narrowest part of the canyon is only a few tens of meters, and even if it is the size of a griffin, there is no place to stay, so they can only walk in on foot.

"I found this place according to the records," Sean turned his head and told Viri, "Be careful where you step, no one has walked here for too long, and there are so many weeds."

There is a narrow and rugged mountain road on the edge of the canyon. There is a cliff on the right and a raging river on the left. Apart from this, there is nowhere to stay.Not far away, the waves howled, slapping the steep cliff, splashing a little white light.The river passes through the gap between the mountains on both sides, and the snow-capped mountains stand silently in the distance.

After walking for about an hour, Sean finally stopped.

There were layers of leaves and branches in front of them, the road was suddenly cut off here, the sound of the water disappeared, and they were already far away from the river.

"That's right here," Sean pushed aside the branches, revealing a deep cave behind, and could vaguely see the light at the end of the cave, "Go in."

He got in first, and the sound came from the hole, a bit distorted.

Willie followed behind him, and Dwarf also got in.To his surprise, the cave is very spacious, and there are wall lamps on both sides of the cave, but it is too old, most of them are rusted, and the original appearance cannot be seen.Sean's back was indistinct. After walking more than a hundred steps, the white light at the end became more and more dazzling.

The moment he stepped out of the cave, his eyes suddenly opened up.

Willi closed his eyes so the light wouldn't hurt his eyes.

Sean whispered, "Here we are."

Viri's eyelashes trembled slightly, as if he was afraid of light, he slowly raised his head and opened his eyes——

An abandoned temple came into his sight.

He had seen temples, and there were countless temples built by the Holy See of Auger during its prosperity, spreading all over the empire's large and small towns.Before the flames of war reached his hometown, there was one in the town of Fryer.But the temple is not big, small, and has stone pillars and murals.

The temple in front of me was bathed in sunlight. It was supposed to be a beautiful and majestic building, but now it was completely collapsed.

The temple is hidden in the valley, and the mountains on both sides stand opposite each other, revealing only a section of blue sky.The sun shines through the gap between the mountains and sprinkles on this lost land.The cliffs can block wind, frost, rain and dew, but they cannot stop time. The temple has stood alone here for more than a hundred years, and no one has repaired it, so it will inevitably fall into dilapidated ending.

The side of the temple is covered with weeds and tall trees, and vines climb up the tall stone pillars. The marble steps in front of the temple are dilapidated, and gaps can be seen everywhere.

Sean stopped, turned around, pointed to the silent temple and said to Viri: "This is the last place where Necromancer Stoke lived. The Valentines would come here to visit him occasionally."

According to Sean, it was Mason who found the Valentine's diary in the library.

The diary is kept deep in the library, and a hidden magic circle has been protecting the diary for more than four hundred years.It was not until two days ago that this parchment was seen again.

After Sean copied the contents of the diary, he put the diary back in its original place and did not touch it easily.

"The existence of this diary is only known to me and Mason," Sean explained, "Now there is one more you."

There are many secrets recorded in the diary, not only the mysterious "messenger" of the necromancer, but also various anecdotes, such as the quirks of the respected elders of the magic guild, the discord between the saints... and so on, too numerous to mention.

Viri was puzzled: "It stands to reason that this kind of private diary should be kept by Valentine's descendants."

"Who knows?" Sean spread his hands, "Maybe the Valentines just don't want their descendants to see this diary, maybe."

The magic circle is hidden in a dark compartment of the library bookshelf. It is very secretive and cannot be unlocked by ordinary people.

"It means that Mason is good at these things, otherwise I'm afraid I don't have a clue yet," Sean said a lot before finally getting down to business, "I learned about the existence of this temple from my diary, and I came here two days ago. Once, but when the sun was about to set, I was afraid of something unexpected, so I didn’t stay longer.”

Viri listened quietly, raised his head, and carefully looked at the architectural decoration of the temple.Outside the temple, there is a large relief of violets, the petals are bent and elongated, and together with the twisted leaves, they form the cross of eternal life.

He suddenly smelled a very faint smell of blood.

There is no wind in the deepest part of the valley, so the smell of blood will naturally not appear for nothing.Viri raised his hand and sniffed his sleeve, the dry and refreshing herbal smell filled his nostrils.

The woods around the temple are silent, and occasionally birdsong can be heard in the distance.He quickly glanced at the surrounding bushes and tall trees, his face changed: "No, there are other people here."

"What's going on?" Sean was confused, not knowing what Willy had discovered.

"Look there, there are a few branches with sharp cuts, as if they were cut off by a knife." He pointed to a shrub more than ten meters away. The broken branches of the shrub were hidden messily among the dense leaves. Can't find it.

When he said this, Sean also frowned, "It's not a short time."

"There is a smell of blood in the temple, and someone was injured," Willy said affirmatively. "Are you sure no one else knows about this temple?"If you fight against people, I'm afraid you can only use half-baked magic.

"Absolutely not. Apart from you, Mason and I have not told anyone," Sean insisted, "Mason will never leak anything."

Viri recalled the smile of the butler Mason, and always felt that something was wrong.

"Are you sure?" he asked again.

"I'm sure." Sean replied again.

Viri simply picked up the dead branches on the ground and used them as simple long swords. He and Sean looked at each other and understood the meaning in each other's eyes.

Since we are all here, we can't help but go in and have a look.

The identity of the injured person inside is unknown, and it is also unknown whether there are traps and magic circles in the temple.

After all, this is the place where the necromancer "messenger" lived in seclusion, neither of them dared to be careless.

The swarms of skeleton-like undead in the misty forest may be related to the "messenger".

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