Dust of History Chapter 4: Weak fate (Part 1)

The blue teleportation light disappeared, and Inham appeared in Diyagu's teleportation magic circle.

What he saw at a glance, he couldn't believe his eyes. The Diya Valley, which used to be like a fairyland and a paradise on earth, is now barren. The grassy meadow has become rotten soil after the silt in the ditch has been dried, and all the tall trees with lush branches and leaves are all only skinny and weird dead wood. The strange flowers and plants planted and cultivated by countless necromancers for hundreds of years The grass and the scenic gardens are all dead like this. Only a few buildings stand there alone. The sky is obviously cloudless, but the sun can't shine, and the valley is gloomy like a dead zone.

The strange buzzing sound covered Diyagu, and echoed throughout the Shadow Spiral Mountain Range. Spreading and covering with this sound is an extremely powerful aura, it is this aura that wipes out all the vitality in Diya Valley, and even the sunlight cannot penetrate it.

This aura is actually no stranger to Inham or Dejagu. It is the ancient artifact standing on the top of the Shadow Spiral, the aura of the Black Star. It's just that now the aura is no longer as calm as it used to be, but violent like a tsunami. Diyagu is the only blind spot in the Shadow Spiral Mountains that Archibald personally selected that is not covered by this breath, but now the chaotic rush of this breath has drowned the only blind spot together.

"I didn't expect you to dare to come." A figure came silently from not far away, like a wandering spirit in this lifeless place.

"Nice, what's going on?" Inham asked in surprise. The voices of the two necromancers echoed in the empty valley, as lifeless as the humming.

"Don't you know better what's going on?" The necromancer known as Ness frowned at Inham. Deeply helpless, he sighed. "Forget it, the dark star has awakened, except for us. There is no living thing in Diyagu. It may not be long before we can't be considered alive..."

Necromancer is the only life that can not be affected by the breath of the black star. Every Necromancer who enters the Valley of Dia will receive the brand of the Black Star, which will seal their fate.

"Who pulled up the black star?" Isn't the hilt still in Glory Castle? "

"You don't know?" Nice stared at Inham for a while, then turned and walked away. "Come here too, the two teachers are at the top."

Looking from a distance, the black aura on the peak of the Shadow Spiral Mountains high into the clouds is like a huge snake rolling and circling. Inham quickly followed and walked there.

On the top of the peak, two old men are standing in the turbulent black air. Silently staring at the dark star above the altar. When Nis and Inham came up, they didn't turn their heads to look at it. The blade of the divine weapon of the king of the dead was still inserted on the altar, but it was a thousand times larger and more violent than before.

It is true that the sword itself has not been pulled out, but the aura contained in it for thousands of years has been pulled out, or it is about to be pulled out. At such a close distance, he could feel that although the breath was boundless and incomparable, the inside was actually just like a fully stringed bow, a giant beast about to break out of its cocoon. Conceal the more terrifying outburst, suppress it, implicitly wait for the outburst.

"Someone picked up the hilt of the sword in Glory Castle." Inham understood. But his astonishment didn't diminish in the slightest, and even turned into shock and anger, a vaguely ominous feeling welled up in his heart. "Who is it? Could it be..."

"What's the matter? I thought it was your fault. It didn't turn out to be it?"

The two old men turned around, and they were Shante and Agrinel. Shante's expression is still indifferent, like a living fossil in this breath, Agrinel is similar to Nice, she looks at Ingem with irrepressible anger and killing intent in her eyes, but in the end Still didn't explode. She paused. Ask: "Is the deal between us over?"

The king of the dead has been born, and the fate of the necromancer will be the same, whether to kill or not. There is no difference between death and immortality. In fact, even the question she was asking now was equally meaningless.

After thinking about it, Inham replied: "The man has escaped, at least he was fine when I left."

"Where is Stephen? You tricked him into the Glory Castle, and now he is a subordinate of the Lord of the Dead, or is he just a corpse transformed into a Lich? Even if you didn't do it intentionally, it should be with you It has something to do with what you did..." Shante was full of wrinkles, his face like a thousand-year-old bat fossil was still indifferent. Although his eyes were cloudy like fossils, it seemed that he couldn't hide anything from him, or he could guess it, but it seemed to him that there was nothing in this world that was worth arousing his emotions. "But it doesn't matter now...the day will come. Sooner or later..."

"I want to go back and have a look." Stunned on the spot for a while, Inham's face changed back and forth, and suddenly he turned and walked down the mountain.

"Go to Glory Castle? Feeling the breath of the King of Undead from such a close distance, do you think you can still maintain your own thinking?" Nice's face was full of sneers. "Don't be so impatient. When the Lord of the Undead returns to Di Yagu and pulls up the black star, we will all be his loyal servants. At that time, no matter where you are, the imprint on your body will determine your fate. .”

Inham didn't answer, and his steps down the mountain were still fast without hesitation. Back in the valley, instead of picking up the teleportation scroll, he headed towards the place where the gargoyle was stored. Even if he can't use the teleportation scroll, he still has to take a gargoyle to take a look at the closest distance to see what's going on.

"Where are you going?" An extremely hoarse voice came.

Inham's footsteps stopped immediately, he turned around, and saw the emaciated and broken figure of the Lich. In front of the vast and boundless aura of the Black Star, it seems that the sealing magic circle they set up at the beginning is not much stronger than thin paper.

"I heard that everything is due to you? It's really hard work on you. I have worked so hard for so long but failed to achieve it, but you, the person who has been obstructing me, have completed it. How should I say it, I am Should I thank you?"

It sounds as ugly as dozens of rusty iron files rubbing against each other. Even if the sarcasm in Vidnina's voice can't be heard clearly, it can still be felt very clearly. I don't know whether it was affected by the breath that the black star began to release, or because of his mood, the flames in the Lich's eye sockets were much stronger than usual. She looked up at the dim sun hanging in the middle of the sky, then lowered her head to look at Inham, even those muscles that had been dry for decades trembled, as if smiling and said: "It's been a long time since I have seen the sun, since you imprisoned me. But I didn’t expect that the first thing I saw after I came out was the sun filtered by this great necromantic air. I have some doubts that you did this on purpose to surprise me ?”

The light of the teleportation magic circle in the distance lighted up and dissipated again, and then Sandro's figure appeared. He looked around and walked towards here quickly.

"Teacher, are you coming back to celebrate this great moment?" Vidnina chuckled like a bellows.

Sandro glanced at her and Inham, and asked in a low voice, "Who did it?"

Sandro's face was heavy and depressed, as if a hundred catties of lead had been poured into his face. And it was lead mixed with the most intense gunpowder that could explode at any time, especially when he looked at Inham, the killing intent in his eyes was already undisguised. But Inham didn't even look at him.

"Strictly speaking, it is him, although he is unintentional. Teacher, don't be too nervous, because this has nothing to do with personal will, it is all due to fate."

Vidnina waved her hand. She is now like a proven prophet, and her ugly voice is full of the irresistible and irrefutable greatness that is connected with fate. "Mr. Roniss, you, and Deken... Later, almost everyone in Diya Valley and almost everyone in the world stopped me. In terms of actions, you all succeeded. Inham, you don't even have to Don't imprison me. But in the end, the final result is that I won."

Sandro snorted ~IndoMTL.com~ hummed heavily, and his face became even uglier, but he didn't speak.

Vidnina's interest is getting higher and higher, and she continues to talk endlessly: "No, it should not be said that I have won. This is the fixed trajectory of the gears of fate. I am on the side of fate." .All your efforts are in vain. It can even be said that your obstruction is just a part of fate. I don’t hate you for what you do, because I know that it is also fate..."

Sandro's complexion changed and became very strange, but he still didn't say anything, just sighed heavily.

When Sandro sighed, Inham also sighed. The two people seemed to have a strange tacit understanding at this moment. The sighs of the two overlapped together, but Sandro was very heavy. But very light.

Inham's eyes were always on Vidnina's face, his eyes were very gentle, with confusion, erratic nostalgia, and a little heartache. His eyes were originally very divine and beautiful, and with such eyes, it was enough to make any woman drunk, but it was a pity that his eyes fell on that mummy-like dry and ugly face without the slightest sense of beauty or vitality.

In fact, he was not looking at the ugly lich in front of him. What he was looking at was the peerless youth twenty years ago, and the ecstasy of twenty years ago was unforgettable.