The Magic Thief Chapter 4:

Curiosity and fearfulness alternately occupied Ribo's heart.

The ultimate victor of this battle is the innate thirst for knowledge for the rest of my life.

Ribo was curiously observing everything he saw, and he seemed to have countless questions.

"What are those red lights? I think it's not just for lighting." Ribo asked softly.

"This is the dark red cloud that you saw just now. You can think of them as an extension of the consciousness I have." The corpse slowly explained.

"I just told you that I once had hundreds of bodies, and those bodies also had their own consciousness and soul. When those bodies gradually lost their vitality, the soul separated from the body did not dissipate due to death. "

"These souls have become an extension of the consciousness that I have."

"But souls that have lost their bodies cannot replenish their energy, and will eventually return to nothingness, so I changed them to what they are now."

"In a sense, they can be called a special kind of undead. Although I am not a necromancer, I have a very deep understanding of the world of undead."

Speaking of the corpse gently beckoned, and a dark red cloud of smoke slowly drifted over.

The corpse slowly stretched out his palm and grabbed the red cloud in his hand.

Ribo was surprised that he saw the red cloud shrink rapidly and finally turned into a crystal clear blood-red bead.

The bead is as bright as a ruby, but it is round like a pearl.

"You can call this the blood soul orb. For the necromancer, this is definitely the most coveted material."

"If you want to make a blood soul orb, in addition to having a very powerful soul as the core, you also need to use a lot of life essence as nourishment."

"Fortunately, for me, I have both. I killed so many people with perfect bloodlines and drew a lot of essence from their lives."

"And I myself have extremely powerful mental power. The most perfect thing is that my body is not afraid of death. Generally speaking, I prepare to refine blood before the body is completely destroyed. Soul Orb."

"Imagine how powerful the mental power of the hundreds of me united together is."

"Presumably no necromancer has thought of this method of refining blood soul orbs. Because of this, if a necromancer sees the scene in front of him, everything here may make him ecstatic."

The corpse said proudly.

However, Ribo only felt terrified, and he absolutely couldn't agree with this kind of cruel and contempt of human life.

Although since he followed the killer king Kyle to learn the skills of assassins.

He has become more and more indifferent and contemptuous of other people's lives.

But he still won't take the lives of others for no reason.

Ribo clearly knows that there are always three different identities in his body that dominate his thoughts.

As time passed, Ribo felt more and more that he had forgotten that he was only playing the heir to Searthburg, the Ribo Byndit who had died under the conspiracy.

He felt more and more that Lord Searthburg, Earl Meding was his rightful identity.

Compared with those nobles, lords, and cabinet ministers, he has a different identity.

Ribo will never forget how much he is a liar and assassin carefully trained by Mr. Hyde and Eckert.

Ribo does not think that this identity is not glamorous.

After experiencing the battle in the rain, when he penetrated the killer king who crossed the northwest from behind, Ruibo felt the thrill of enjoying the battle.

In that battle, Eckert's adventure sneaked into the opponent's territory and used huge amounts of money to buy the opponent's foundation and allies.

This brilliant attack made Ribo feel extremely fascinated.

He became more and more in love with this feeling of dancing between life and death and killing with strategy.

However, Ruibo did not forget his roots anyway.

He comes from Nangang, a place where money is supreme. Since he was a child, he has been deeply influenced by Nangang's insoluble merchant atmosphere.

Ribo knows that no matter how he changes, no matter what kind of status he has and what title he obtains, he will never forget that his original goal was to become a businessman.

Whether it is a merchant, a liar, or a lord of the southern territories, they will not like unscrupulous killings.

As an assassin, neither Ribo nor Kelller, who taught him assassin skills, also don't like killing without reason.

Although Ruibo regards life very contemptuously, he also knows that life has value.

If the killing can bring benefits to him, he will definitely do it without hesitation.

But he will never take anyone's life for inexplicable reasons.

Because of this, Ribo suddenly felt a lot easier.

The confusion that had made him so heavy and worrying disappeared in an instant.

Maybe he does have a lot of similarities with the blood mage in front of him.

Maybe he is following the path that these blood magicians have walked.

However, Ribo is very confident. When the bifurcation leading to madness and killing appeared in front of him, he would never choose the wrong direction.

Ribo has this kind of self-confidence and certainty, because he has an essence that is completely different from that of a blood mage.

"Can you tell me what kind of undead is watching me?" Ribo asked, looking at the corpse.

At this moment, the fear and confusion have disappeared without a trace. After calming down, Ribo began to think about more important things.

All of this is absolutely impossible to be a coincidence.

The blood mage personally told him that an ancient undead had targeted him.

Ribo is confident that he has never offended any ancient undead, and the magic system he cultivated is definitely not related to necromantic magic.

What kind of conspiracy is hidden behind this incident?

This question is getting heavier in Ruibo's mind.

"The undead should be the chief wizard of a certain tribe in the era of the Long Alliance. In that savage and **** era, it is really easy to get enough sacrifices and lives."

"Because of this, the wizard gained a very powerful power, and after his death, he became a powerful undead through a lot of blood sacrifices."

"But in my opinion, the undead has powerful power, but it does not really acquire the essence of necromantic magic."

"Furthermore, the research of ancient necromantic magic lacks a sophisticated system after all. Those stupid wizards unilaterally pursue the power of strength."

"Therefore, there are often fatal flaws in their seemingly powerful forces."

"When it comes to power, I am not inferior to him. With these blood soul orbs, I am already invincible. What's more, I have used the souls of those with perfect blood to refine a lot of life imprints. ."

"The Blood Soul Orb made me invincible. The curse from that powerful undead could not hurt me the slightest, but the life imprint I possessed was able to give that powerful undead a fatal blow. "

The corpse explained in detail, he even lifted his chin proudly, as if he had restored the old style of being aloof in that moment.

"I have one last question, and that is, why did you call me here? I don't think you just want to find someone to chat with because of your loneliness." Ribo asked cautiously. For him, this issue is the most important and critical.

"Hehehe, I'm glad you can be so honest." The corpse suddenly laughed, his laughter looked hoarse and run-down.

"I have satisfied your exuberant curiosity. I have taught you so many secrets that are not known in the wizarding world."

"As a reward, I just want to have your body."

"You should be able to see that my own body is rotten and useless." The corpse said leisurely, as if he had absolute certainty that the boy in front of him would not refuse his request.

"Why don't you go to Zhan to have another person's body? In these half a century, you should have the opportunity. It is not far from the city of Difei here. There must be many people coming to this woods every year. Why? You haven't started until now, why should you choose me instead of someone else?" Ruibo interjected.

"Do you think I have never tried? It's a pity that no one here fits me."

"In fact, if you don't pass by here, I will have to wait another five or six years at most, and I will have to pick a physical body to resurrect me."

"However, other bodies can't satisfy me at all."

"The mental power of ordinary people is very weak. After all, there are not many people with excellent magic talents."

"The magician with a deep cultivation base is too dangerous for me now. Although I am not worried, ordinary magicians can do me harm, but even if I damage anything here, it will annoy me. Incomparable."

"What's more, I am not sure that I can summon a magician with profound cultivation here."

"After all, it is not so easy to find a magic apprentice who is not deeply involved in the world and has a particularly strong curiosity. Generally speaking, those magic apprentices always follow the teacher and stay away from this lack of hairlessness. Land."

After that, the corpse seemed to no longer intend to give Ruibo a chance to resist, and threw the blood soul bead in his hand at Ruibo's feet.

The blood soul orb immediately turned into a dark red cloud and penetrated into Ruibo's body.

"Do you have any questions you want to ask me? I am willing to give you a satisfactory answer, but I do not intend to take the risk, because in my opinion, you are undoubtedly far more dangerous than your peers. I The more I get in touch with you, the more I feel that we are the same people." The blood mage said solemnly.

"We do have a lot of similarities, but we have the biggest difference in nature. You despise everything else above all else. You are obviously the best among the nobles. You ask for everything you want."

"However, I am more like a businessman. I prefer to use mutually beneficial transactions to obtain everything I need."

"You and I are not all the same, I am very happy to finally be able to say goodbye to my confusion and confusion." Ribo said, at this moment he can still smile, as if he is facing the danger before him. Indifferent to it, as if he was not in deep danger at all, as if the **** cloud did not restrict his actions at all.

The corpse thought for a while after hearing these words, then he nodded slightly and said, "Maybe there is nothing wrong with what you said. Then treat it as a gift. What's wrong with you? If you want to ask, I will try my best to give you a satisfactory answer."

"I want to know what happened to the dagger that brought me here? It doesn't conform to all the magical principles I know." Ribo asked leisurely.

"I don't know why you seem to have never heard of my famous weapon."

"I remember people refer to it as the "Scythe of Death" because he is like the sickle used by the servants and servants of the legendary Nether Lord to harvest souls. It can easily kill the enemy."

"The reason why I can deal with so many enemies is that my most beloved weapon is absolutely indispensable. It is undoubtedly the best killer and the mount I use to escape. No one can catch up with it. Even the flying boat created by Mildit is not as fast as it."

"Similarly, no one can escape its assassination, because no matter how great people are, there are always moments of negligence."

"And my baby only needs to lightly scratch the opponent's skin, and the magic and poison on the sharp blade can take anyone's life."

"You must have heard that in order to kill me, the kingdom sent troops and magicians to encircle me."

"It was the first and the last time in my life, to fight the opponent upright."

"The battle cost me several clones, but my enemy was almost wiped out."

"My treasure contributed to this victory, because it wiped out the most terrifying enemies for me."

"My baby does not actually violate the magic concept you know. The reason why you can't see the unimaginable magic circle is because I placed the magic circle inside the blade."

"The power that drives it forward comes from another world. It is a power that I haven't fully understood."

"I made that altar to lead the power of another world into this world. I think you have seen this power, simple and powerful." The corpse explained.

"Okay, my gift is over. I think it should be time for you to give me back." The corpse pointed to the distance with his hand.

Suddenly a golden light radiated from the dim red light.

The golden light comes from a large seat, but there are countless sharp and slender tentacles stretched out around the seat.

This creepy thing at a glance, naturally, it will not be furniture for rest.

"The last thing I want to know is, if the body in front of you is destroyed, will you die completely?" Riber asked with gnashing his teeth.

"I didn't need to answer your question anymore, because I have given you all the gifts, but I finally decided to give you this last answer with tolerance."

"My body is not easy to be destroyed, but if the accident happens, I will definitely lose my life, but I will not return to the domain of the Lord of the Nether, I will be transformed into a dead spirit, in the dead Jing quietly waits for someone's call." The corpse said.

"Then you go to die!" Ribo roared.

With this roar, a scorching fire light suddenly jumped out of his left pocket.

For this unexpected change, the corpse subconsciously stretched out two palms to block it.

But how did his dry and rotten body block the power of the chief magician of the palace that is most proud of.

The raging flame that suddenly jumped up turned into a golden red firebird and rushed towards the pair of dry arms.

The corpse suddenly turned into a dazzling torch.

"It's impossible, it's a trap." The corpse suddenly roared hoarsely.

He waved his arms as if he was about to break free from the raging flames.

But how does the materialized flame spirit give the target a chance to escape?

The golden firebird flew out and directly penetrated the ugly and withered reveal of the corpse.

A stream of fire spurted a long distance back. It might have been brain or flesh and blood, but all of this was ignited by the flame of the spirit, burning like ointment.

Suddenly, endless flames flew toward the top of the cave, and the tongue of fire licked the top of the cave.

A series of fine crushing sounds sounded, and the burning corpse that had stood upright suddenly turned into bits of debris and collapsed.

Ribo stared at the strange and inexplicable sight in front of him motionless, wondering why he didn't feel any fear or fear at all.

As if all this was in his expectation, as if the destruction of the corpse was destined.

"Destroy the other bodies." Ribo ordered, but he didn't know whether the materialized flame spirit would obey his orders.

To his satisfaction, the golden firebird turned in a circle and rushed towards the rows of corpses placed nearby.

When Ribo saw the dead bodies, two of them moved a little bit. Ribo was very thankful that he had not made a mistake in his judgment.

Apparently the blood magician left a spare body.

What made Ruibo feel a little panic was that he suddenly felt his body became stiff, and even breathing became extremely difficult.

He was able to guess what was going on, obviously the blood soul orb was working on it just now.

Although it is not clear what these blood soul orbs are, the young heir to Surthbourg speculates that the blood soul orbs at least have the ability to control the body of a creature.

But he is even more worried about whether the Blood Mage can impose a curse on him through the Blood Soul Orb.

From the conversation just now, I can hear that the blood magician has a lot of research on necromantic magic.

Ribo himself knew nothing about this magic, which was regarded as evil and horror. He was uneasy, and his heart was full of fear of death.

Suddenly he heard a sharp metal rubbing sound.

Ribo, who was controlled by the Blood Soul Orb at this moment, couldn't even turn his head. He could only scan the direction of the sound from the corner of his eye.

As the metal rubbing sound became louder and louder, Ribo saw the dagger appear in his sight.

The dagger moved slowly forward, dragging the extremely heavy altar behind it.

Ribo's heart secretly rejoiced that the arrangement just now finally worked.

He was also grateful for another thing, that was that the famous death sickle was obviously not spiritual and wise.

This death sickle is obviously inferior to the metal life form he owns.

The figure known as the greatest magical genius after Mildit was opened, after all, was not as unattainable as the Great Sorcerer Kai Mildit.

When Ribo saw the dagger, the corpse that was gradually waking up also saw the situation in front of him.

With an extremely desperate mood, one of the corpses slowly opened its arms.

Ribo has already heard that the corpse is singing a mysterious mantra. If he can do it, he would like to escape this extremely dangerous place as soon as possible.

But what frightened him was that his body could not move at all.

He slowly closed his eyes and waited to be hit as a live target to pieces.

Ribo closed his eyes tightly. He silently waited for the temporary pain to come.

But after waiting for a while, he didn't feel anything happened.

Suddenly he felt the power that bound his body disappear without a trace.

Ribo opened his eyes again, and he moved his hands and feet.

The raging flames are still burning all around, and the corpses have apparently been reduced to ashes in the fire.

The dark red clouds that originally floated around have completely disappeared at this moment.

The "Reaper's Scythe" in the distance also fell quietly to the ground, only the altar was still shining with the weird red light.

Ribo breathed heartily. When he was controlled by the Blood Soul Orb just now, he even felt extremely difficult to breathe.

The suffocation has already made him a little swollen.

When he finally recovered from the suffocation, he realized that the smell in the cave had become very unpleasant.

There was a scorching smell everywhere, thick smoke everywhere, and a nauseating smell everywhere.

Ribo lowered his body gently, trying to find the fresher air below.

He just crawled carefully on the ground like this, carefully bypassing the tightly tied "Reaper's Scythe", and slowly moved towards the entrance of the cave.

Suddenly Ribo felt his feet slip, he looked down, and saw longan-sized beads scattered on the ground.

"Don't you want these things?" Suddenly someone next to him said, with a clank metal voice.

"Why didn't you come to help when I was in danger just now?" Ribo asked disapprovingly.

"Is this a kind of gratitude and revenge? If I hadn't helped you just now, you would have been turned into a corpse by the magic of blood-sucking." The metal lifeform said triumphantly.

"I apologize for my rashness, and thank you for your help. In your opinion, is there still danger hidden here? The only thing I can trust and rely on now is you." Rui Bo said slowly.

"This guy obviously did not expect that you have the most lethal weapon for him. His power is indeed very powerful. I dare not confront him head-on."

"Take these blood soul beads as an example, they are not easy to deal with, and this guy's body has become no different from a zombie."

"It is therefore difficult to give them a real fatal blow, not to mention that blood soul orbs can be transformed into their armor and flesh and blood. With so many blood soul orbs, it is not very easy to destroy these zombies."

"Moreover, they also possess powerful powers. It is even harder to guess which powerful magic they are proficient in."

"The guy who must have turned into a necromancer must be very depressed now, because he should have been difficult to destroy."

"But I just met the nemesis, the materialized fire spirit given to you by the palace magician is precisely the nemesis of all the dead."

"The burning flame can turn the most powerful undead creatures into ashes, and the magic and curses of the undead are of no use to these pure energy bodies."

"You are fortunate to have the most suitable weapon. What's more fortunate is that the guy doesn't guard you at all."

"Obviously your age and shallow power have saved your life. If you change to a slightly higher-level magician, I am afraid that guy will go all out to treat it." The metal lifeform said leisurely. It seems to be in a good mood.

"Are these blood soul beads really precious?" Ribo couldn't help asking.

"They are rare treasures for any necromancer, and for alchemists like you, they are undoubtedly the most precious magic materials."

"Blood soul orbs are also favored by magicians who study and practice spiritual magic. If you send a blood soul orb to the prophet who is walking with you, he will definitely be overjoyed and excited." Metal Life Form Said.

Hearing that the Blood Soul Orb is such a precious treasure, Rui Bo would not let it go in vain, he began to clean the battlefield carefully.

While looking around, picking up the blood soul beads that fell on the ground

In another world, in a country full of dead souls, another war is going on at this time.

But this war has come to an end, and the new Necromancer has already defeated and expelled the original strong.

The ancient undead with powerful power has already been shattered.

It no longer belongs to it there, and it is not even sure that it will survive.

All the spirit servants it possessed have already been lost, and the opponent's attack is indeed far beyond its expectations.

It really didn't expect its opponent to refine so many life imprints.

It can't even guess how many lives will be needed for the blood sacrifice.

Looking at the countless little stars behind him, watching the avatars that it releases, and being lightly hit by these stars, they will turn into a cloud of smoke and fly away.

Looking at the mighty power that I had accumulated a little bit after thousands of years and disappeared without a trace in a moment.

Endless regret and resentment suddenly hit it.

This former king of the dead, this once powerful undead, did his best to temporarily get rid of the entangled life imprint.

At this moment it already knows that its destruction is in sight.

The guy who made himself defeated will never let him go. For the undead, there is no surrender and forgiveness.

The only thing it can do right now is to avenge the culprit who has driven itself into such a desperate situation.

This ancient and powerful undead knows very well that it only has a moment to enjoy peace and safety.

In this undead world, no undead can hide at all, and the new powerful undead will find himself soon.

It will definitely bring more marks of life and launch a more rigorous search.

The ancient undead can no longer control all this, it searches for the breath of the guy who made it so miserable.

The ruthless curse flew towards its target with vicious resentment.

This is the last thing it can do.

When the ancient undead released its curse, it found that it was already surrounded.

The new powerful undead had obviously absorbed its scattered power, and the new king of the undead became stronger and more irresistible.

The ancient undead knew that at this moment, the new king of the undead could easily destroy it even without relying on the imprints of life.

The ancient undead who had lost all their feelings for a long time suddenly felt a trace of fear. This is definitely an abnormal phenomenon. Naturally, it once ruled this undead kingdom knows best what abnormality means to the undead.

This is an ominous omen, and for the undead, an ominous omen means calamity is imminent.

"I think you have fulfilled your wish. I think the stupid guy who put you in such a miserable situation is already struggling in pain. I think he will join our country soon. I look forward to it very much. The arrival of this new member." The new Necromancer said leisurely, but its tone was full of resentment and hatred.

"I am willing to surrender to you, you are the most powerful master." The ancient undead pleaded, and it was extremely fearful to stay away from the imprints of life that fluttered as much as possible.

"Submission? I don't need to surrender to show my strength and majesty, and I don't like servants and subordinates. When I have life, I will come and go alone."

Looking at the ancient undead looked terrified, the new king of the undead looked a little happy, and it continued to say leisurely: "But I do not intend to wipe you out completely, I am very interested in understanding what an undead can feel To the pain."

Speaking of the new king of the dead, suddenly leaped forward. With a silent participation, the ancient dead quickly contracted like a punctured balloon, and finally turned into a strand of lingering green. cigarette.

The king of the dead, who became stronger, grabbed the wisp of smoke.

A black light flashed, and the blue smoke was tightly enclosed in a black ball.

The center of the bead, which looked like a black pearl, was shining with a few incomparably weird green lights.

From the black bead, there seemed to be wailing of pain and miserable sobs.

"I really want to know that an undead hopes that he can completely dissipate, but he can't see what it will be like."

"You will become my most beloved treasure. I will always bring you to my side. I will appreciate your pain and wailing all the time. For me, this is undoubtedly the most beautiful voice."

"However, you can also rest assured, because soon, I will give you a gift. I will make the companion who is about to enter our world into another'Pearl of Pain', which will Stay with you and be your companion."

"The two of you will experience that wonderful and eternal pain together."

As I was talking, suddenly a ray of dead soul floated in the distance, and that ray of dead soul seemed to have been so badly wounded that it almost lost all of its power.

But the dead soul can also feel the creepy and silent cry of pain from a distance.

The ghost even wanted to turn around and escape, but it didn't have the strength to escape.

"Welcome your new partner, welcome you to be a member of the Undead World, I am the new strongest person here, presumably you are not familiar with me at all, what you know is probably my predecessor."

"However, I can absolutely guarantee that I am much easier to get along with than my predecessor. I am not as greedy as my predecessor."

Speaking of the new king of the dead, he grabbed the wisp of the dead soul in his hand.

When it released the smoky palm again, another pure black bead appeared in the palm.

There was also a faint green light shining in the bead, and there were also painful wailing.

The incomparably powerful Necromancer was so admired that he held the two black beads in his hand.

It seems to be smiling.

Smiling painfully and helplessly

In the depths of the dense forest, in that simple log cabin, the frightened female magician looked at the miserable scene in front of her with horror.

Although she had already realized something, she had already guessed that her brother who practiced necromantic magic would not get a peaceful death.

However, she still did not expect that her brother's death was so terrible, she did not expect that the Necromancer, who was defeated by magic, would be so miserable.

Looking at the corpse full of scorpions and centipedes, and the countless poisonous insects gnawing at the dead body, the female magician felt terrified.

So much that she even forgot the sadness.

Suddenly a thick smoke rose from her brother's body.

The thick smoke fluttered, and finally condensed into an old figure.

Suddenly seeing the teacher's image appear in front of her, the female magician burst into tears.

The thick smoke circled twice around the body of the disciple who was crawling with poisonous insects, and then flew to his last disciple.

"Jenimi, my most beloved and last disciple, I hope you come back to me quickly, forget your sadness and your hatred as soon as possible, I don't want to lose you again." That group of thick Yan directly passed the words of comfort into the spiritual depths of the female magician.

But the female magician still sat there crying sadly.

"When you and your brother were thinking about revenge, I wanted to persuade you. For this matter, it doesn't matter what kind of hatred you have."

"Your eldest brother shouldn't have died in that accident. Although it was the heir to Surthburg who killed him, this incident didn't need to be regarded as a personal grievance."

"Now, with Jebri again, I don't want you--my favorite disciple to become a victim of hatred."

Hearing these words, the female magician suddenly wept louder.

Her crying looked so sad, so miserable.

"My disciple, I cannot stay here for too long. I hope you can return to me as soon as possible, although the power you possess is much safer than the necromantic magic chosen by Jebli, and There is no need to worry that those demon spirits will eat you back because of failure, but I still don’t want you to rashly and do not fully know the details of the opponent."

"Your two brothers suffered from this kind of loss. They are overconfident in the power they possess, but what the world of magicians emphasizes is not entirely powerful. Once the opponent hits your vitals , It is very likely that you will not even have a chance to fight back."

"And if I knew in advance that you were going to deal with the enemy who killed your brother in the Pace Hills, I will definitely stop your reckless actions, because there is a powerful ghost floating in the Pace Hills."

"For the magician, there is definitely a place of disaster to avoid approaching."

"My disciple, I can only say so much. My time has come and I can no longer keep in touch with you. I hope you can come back as soon as possible, forget the hatred and come back to me. This is me—you The only request from your teacher."

After talking about this, the thick smoke seemed unsustainable, and it suddenly drifted into the air, turning into a thin layer of green smoke clinging to the roof.

Looking at the wisp of smoke, the sad and crying female magician seemed to have lost her mind even more. She has always followed the teacher and two brothers.

Now, there is no one beside her, only a miserable corpse covered with poisonous insects

At the other end of Pace Hills, Ribo was hesitant, not knowing how to get out of the cave.

In fact, it was the altar that really made him hesitant.

The heavy altar is cast from solid metal.

This strange altar that constantly draws energy from another world makes Ribo feel reluctant to give up, and don't know how to transport it outside the cave.

Neither his flying cloak nor the "Reaper's Scythe" can drive this extremely heavy metal altar.

He wanted to pry off the magic circle in the center, but he didn't have the right tools at hand.

I don’t know what kind of metal was used for casting that altar, but it was unexpectedly strong and strong, and the metal lifeforms changed into sharp blades, and it did not damage the altar at all.

Ribo was reluctant to use the "Reaper's Scythe" he just obtained to chop and smash this extremely strong metal.

Because of this, how to get out of trouble makes him feel dilemma.

After thinking about it, after a long time, Ribo finally made up his mind to rush back to the city of Defy.

He guessed it should be dawn now, and he didn't want to worry Freila and the others.

Lightly touched the pocket full of blood soul beads, and Ribo carefully placed it in the pocket on his chest.

For him, this is definitely a valuable asset. From the mouth of metal life forms, he already knows the value of these dark red crystal beads.

These beautiful red beads are invaluable to the magician.

Ribo doesn't care how sad and miserable their origins are.

As long as the lives and souls that make up these red beads were not brutally taken by him, there is no guilt or hesitation in his heart.

This is his essence as a businessman and his assassin trait.

Even as a lord of the nobility, he is definitely not that kind of hypocritical character.

Ribo calmly took the blood soul beads as his own, and likewise he definitely did not intend to let go of everything left by the blood magician in the cave.

The only thing that made him feel regret and pity was that the blazing fire turned countless documents containing research results into a pile of ashes.

Only the research results related to the altar are retained, because they are placed outside with the altar.

Ribo does not intend to move all the things in the cave. Perhaps it is far more practical to develop this place into a laboratory than to move everything out.

However, the altar must be removed anyway, because Ribo will never forget the power of the "Reaper Scythe".

Compared with the Blood Mage, Ribo has very limited knowledge of the "Scythe of Death".

But he believes that, as an assassin, he knows what this powerful weapon can do.

Because he would never have the limitations of a magician, Kyle’s rigorous training made him an expert in the use of weapons.

Ribo is absolutely confident, able to find every use of this "Reaper Scythe".

He is absolutely confident that this magic dagger will become the strongest weapon he has.

Ribo gently touched the "Scythe of Death" hanging on his waist, wondering whether the scabbard made in a hurry can lock the sharp edge.

He didn't want to fly halfway and be cut by the sharp blade penetrated by the "Reaper's Scythe".

If he encounters such an unfortunate thing, there is no doubt that death will be his inevitable fate.

Similarly, he would never easily control this magic dagger flying in the air before he knew all the characteristics of "Reaper's Scythe".

In case of a finger cut, Ribo feels shuddering.

Retouched the things on his body to verify that everything was firmly in the place he wanted.

Hide the altar in a corner of the cave that is not easy to attract attention.

Ribo gently shook the cloak open, fully unfolding the **** that had been carefully folded.

He leaped gently, like a bat, whirling silently through the dark cave.

The dim red light from the blood soul bead he held in his hand was enough to make him distinguish the way forward in this gloomy cave.

Suddenly a faint light appeared in the distance, and it was obvious that the hole was in front of him.

Ribo flew out of the dark cave like a giant bat.

He flew into the high sky, hovering and scanning the surroundings.

The low hill, the dense grove, and the cave in the middle of the wood were firmly in his mind.

Ribo checked a lower position. This is what he learned from Eckert and Kyle.

As a thief, you can't get lost.

Thieves can definitely be regarded as the one that needs the most sense of direction among all professions.

Ribo used the skills he learned to distinguish each road. After hesitating for a while, he flew down one of the roads

Diffie is a peaceful and peaceful city. Both the common people and the nobles have been living a leisurely and comfortable life.

Very few people start rushing in a hurry early in the morning.

But today is an exception. Almost everyone in the inner city of Defy is busy.

The soldiers searched around in a panic, while the nobles gathered in the square worriedly in front of the church.

There are prayers everywhere, and everyone is praying to the gods for the missing heir to Surthborough.

And those important people with heads and faces gathered outside the temporary residence of the Prince Drizhi.

At this moment, the only hope for them is that the old magician can make accurate predictions.

Everyone wants to know what happened last night.

Actually, there was a mess in the city of Defy last night, because the personal bodyguard of the heir to Searthburg suddenly sounded the alarm.

After the alarm, everyone discovered that the heir to Searthburg, who lived alone on the outpost, had suddenly disappeared.

The scene of the disappearance was a bit strange and mysterious.

The personal bodyguard has been guarding under the guard tower. He claimed that the heir to Searthburg flew out of the guard tower and disappeared into the night sky.

From the survey of the scene, it appears that before the heir to Surthburg flew away, a sharp weapon once flew into the guard tower from the window.

But this is what makes everyone puzzled.

Judging from the torn screen window and the hole in the velvet curtain, the sharp weapon flew into the guard tower flat.

But this sentry tower is almost the tallest building in the city of Defi.

Even if an arrow is unused and a heavy crossbow is shot into the window, it is absolutely impossible to leave such a mark.

Considering the special status of the little heir to Surthburg, everyone naturally connected this matter with the mysterious magic.

As long as you think of magic, it will naturally remind you of the strange and inexplicable thing that happened here half a century ago.

Everyone can't help but associate this missing time with the blood demon chaos of the year.

And in this city, the only one who has anything to do with magic is the guarding magician who follows his Royal Highness Drizhi.

Everyone is expecting the old magician to give an accurate answer.

Even they just want to know from the old magician whether the heir to Searthburg is safe.

But when everyone was nervous and panicked, someone suddenly exclaimed: "Look, there seems to be someone in the sky flying towards here."

The shout immediately caught everyone's attention.

Everyone rushed towards the clearing, hoping to find a place with unobstructed vision.

Even the old magician who originally hid in the room and tried to search for the trail of the heir to Thurthburg with his mysterious eyes capable of penetrating the future couldn't help but get out of the room.

Everyone looked at the sky blankly, watching a person flying freely in the air like a bird, and suddenly everyone seemed to feel the magic and greatness of magic.

Looking at the figure flying in the air, everyone seemed to be watching a certain great miracle.

The hearts of these people are full of admiration and envy, and they are also full of thirst for mysterious magic.

Just a moment ago, for the Diffies, magic also meant death and fear, but at this moment, looking at the figure in the sky, magic has become the same meaning as magic and greatness.