The Enemy Always Wants to Pull Me into a Coffin

If you are willing to bet and lose, Ruzius starts to work on the probing magic. Since the recovery, let alone Arecio, even he has not been able to stretch his muscles well. Ten thousand years ago and ten thousand years later, it was very different. As camp leaders who grew up in the flames of war, he and Arecio had power beyond imagination.

The long chain was pulled tight, and the blood family wandered around him. Ruzius quickly found some traces, and Arecio swayed back when he pulled the chain.

"What did you find?"

"Well, here."

Clearing the mud and sand on the bottom of the sea, what appeared in front of them was a stern door of bones, which just confirmed Arecio's previous guess.

There is only one question before them...

"It's time for you to use undead magic." Ruzius said, in exchange for Arecio with a dumb face.

"But I don't use undead magic."

"...Aren't you a dark creature?"

"Don't all the dark creatures use undead magic? I have blood, shadow, space and spirit, and I am already considered a gift!" Areciou said in disbelief.

Ruzius quietly took notes in his heart. He has seen Arecio’s shadow magic, and the button is still embedded in his notes; the power of blood is the talent of the blood family, and there are many branches. I don’t know Aley. Which type of Western Europe belongs to? As for the space and spirit, Arecio should be in control of it on its own, and it is indeed a weapon that can be approached and far.

The last is the so-called "domain". Judging from the previous wording, Arecio's domain is not too small, and it needs to be observed.

Alessio still didn't know that the opponent was evaluating his combat power, and he had an idea between the electric light and the flint.

"Don't you try to use undead magic?"

Ruzius looked at him blankly. Arecio's thoughts are truly amazing. How did he think of letting the saints of the temple use undead magic?

"How can I have the fitness for undead magic."

"How did you learn the lesson of elemental affinity?" Arecio despised this statement. "Everyone has the fitness of any attribute magic, but some are prominent, and some are so weak that they can't be seen... No! You must know! You just don't want to use it!"

Ruzius' eyes drifted slightly.

"Quickly, I remember the spell, you can use it." Arecio threatened, "Crossing this psychological barrier, maybe you are a hidden all-attribute mage!"

At Arecio's insistence, Ruzius could only try. The blood family lightly read a spell, which should have been learned from the old friend Lich. Ruzius took it down and touched the door of the bone with his fingertips, and he was ready to fail to cast spells all the time.

Arecio is right, but elemental affinity is related to the success rate of magic. The children selected by the temple have always been full of bright attributes, and the lowly undead magic suitability is really not worth mentioning.

Perhaps after a few failures, Arecio gave up naturally... Thinking of this, Ruzius muttered the spell silently.

The wandering water wave stagnated slightly, and then, the door of the bones roared, and it succeeded in one shot! Ruzius was stunned, but Areciou happily entered the door directly, and still vaguely heard his voice.

"You are not very..."

His voice suddenly stopped, and Ruzius instantly sank into the door. The sight in front of him made him understand the silence of the blood clan.

Sure enough, it is a sea of ​​undead, if you want to add a supplement, it should be a "relic."

Large groups of soul butterflies are flying in the water. The beautiful blue wings are like roots and bones. Water does not affect them. They are still ghost creatures between reality and reality. Soul butterflies flocked in groups, circling among the remaining huge skeletons. Because of their cold light shining on the dark water bottom, there was almost no need to continue using night vision magic.

Alessio didn't speak, he descended, and the soul butterfly flew up and surrounded him. Ruzius also descended to the same height, and the soul butterflies suddenly flew away, pinching their noses.

Ruzius: …this is discrimination.

Alessio sneered at the miserable saint unceremoniously. At the end, he stretched out his hand like a saint and asked for his cloak.

"Give me a while, and those butterflies won't hate you."

Putting on the cloak of the saint, Arecio glided down lightly in the water. He patrolled around and saw a few gaps on the edge.

"The crown may have left from here." He said, filling the gap at will, and continued to say to the saint who had not restored the memory of the Sea of ​​Undead.

"This is not a complete sea of ​​undead, it's probably only one-tenth of the area left."

Ruzius could imagine how magnificent the sea of ​​undead was in its former glory.

"Are you not going to expose the existence here?"

"Of course not. I want to give Lucy the right to choose. She is the heir here. All I care about is the role that this place can play in the asylum nursery center."

Especially when Lucy is completely awakened, this one-tenth of the remains of the Sea of ​​Undead is enough to become the strongest fortress of the conservation center.

Arecio lowered his head to find what he wanted in the fragmentary piles of bones under the huge bones. The bones here have been warmed by the strong dark force, strong and easy to maneuver. Unfortunately, many are incomplete. Lucy currently has no integration of other types of bones. The ability of the skeleton. He turned it over for a long time before he found the bones of a lizard lacking a front paw. It was full of sharp teeth and seemed very fierce during his lifetime.

This is good, he remembers this lizard, which looks like a big palm, but it can bite off half of a person's head by opening his mouth.

He put the bones in his pocket, ready to be a gift. It just so happened that the cloak was almost stained with the power of darkness on his body. The saint put the cloak back on, and the soul butterfly did not hate him anymore, even though the breath of two Alessio made them a little confused, the pure soul butterfly still opened. Happy to revolve around the saint.

Ruzius reached out and poked one over. The soul butterfly who was poked was wronged, but Baba came over.

Alessi is really...so popular.

When he was boring to bully the deceived butterflies, Arecio had found a good position and beckoned to him. It was the raised tail of a giant crocodile, permanently fixed in this posture. Arecio sat on the tip of the tail, watching the neuropathy sit down beside him, wondering whether it was relieved or regrettable:

"I didn't find Helgodon... The bones of the Werewolf King may have been annihilated with the remaining nine tenths." At this point, Alessio smiled faintly, "Actually, I don't dare See him, if I had been..."

Ruzius quietly looked at his drooping eyelashes and was about to say something when suddenly some pictures flashed in his mind.

It was in the snowy territory all year round. He left the checkpoint set up by the temple in the west alone, wanting to seek a slim chance to meet his fateful enemy. After those two meetings, there was always a fire that burned his heart all the time. He couldn't wait, even if he had the most disdainful chance, he was willing to try.

The goddess of luck pity, he met.

The wind and snow roared, and the seriously injured blood race staggered. Contending with the three main armies of the Silver Crusade with his own strength, even if he is the prince of the third generation, he is close to being exhausted at this moment. But the blood family was still walking, did not find a safe place to hide, but risked a huge risk of being discovered, all the way from the front side to here.

The blood race raised his eyes and saw the hunter standing still, and the wolf pup who was held in his arms whimpered from the cold and hunger.

[Are you here to kill me? The kinsman said quietly, his body swayed unsteadily, 【Only this time not working, get out of the way. 】

The hunter didn't move, he saw the cub in the arms of the blood clan. This should be the child of the Werewolf King. The Temple paid a huge price to besieged and killed the Werewolf King Helgodon and Queen Cocinia. After the war, the Queen gave birth and died of serious injuries. Unexpectedly, the child was finally entrusted to Arecio.

The seriously wounded blood, the new king of werewolves... He may only have this chance in his life.

Seeing that he did not move, the blood clan was completely enraged, he covered the wolf cub and rushed towards the hunter!

【Step aside! ! 】

Fengxue followed with a fierce roar, seeming to be responding to the blood clan's decisive attack at this moment! The flying snow foam splashed on Ruzius’ eyelashes, and he blinked slowly, but the villages of the slaughtered borderers in the snow and the heads of the young wolves were hung up for public display.

He didn't avoid it.

The blood clan was seriously injured and refused to use Kosinia's blood to supplement it. This blow did not kill him, but made him roll more than ten meters in the snow. The internal organs were convulsed and painful. He slowly inhaled and exhaled slowly. He didn't know how long he could barely get up. The first glance was to look in the direction of the blood race.

The blood race fell into the snow, and the wailing of the wolf cub was the only sound besides the sound of the wind.

He coughed up blood and walked over. The blood clan who had lost consciousness was very quiet. He leaned over beside the blood clan and drew out his hunting knife. The sharp blade of light was almost submerged in the wind and snow. He held the knife and stood frozen for a long time.

This is what he wants, this should be what he wants.

However, he coughed violently, and the hunting knife fell, wiping a blood line on the blood family's cheeks. He could hardly stop coughing, and in his shaking vision, the bat wings were fluttering and flying towards the silver cross that day.

He finally lowered his head and said in a hoarse voice in the ear of the blood race:

[Go east. 】

Then he staggered to his feet, and there was a slight wind, and the cloak that was originally on him had fallen on the blood. The heavy snow is still falling, falling on the pure white cloak of the same color, gradually covering up the golden thread thorns. The wolf pup no longer whimpered, probably because he felt warm, and he made two soft and comfortable "whoops" and was buried in the arms of the blood clan.

In the warmth brought by the cloak, the eyelashes of the blood race trembled a few times, and the figure of the hunter who was leaving with his back facing him was completely submerged in the wind and snow.

When the memory was over in an instant, Ruzius raised his eyes again, and he whispered while the soul butterfly was flying.

"You don't have to feel shameless to see him, at least, you saved his child."

Arecio suddenly turned to look at him.

"Do you remember?"

"Ok."

He remembered everything that happened in that snowy area. Including in the end, he was not condemned when he returned from the serious injury, but after staying in the snow for another month or two, he returned to the temple to make a statement.

The saint changed a new cloak, the golden thread thorns gleamed, and the hunting knife was worn around his waist. He quietly lowered his eyes to his teacher, and the statement was almost over.

[The chess piece among the werewolves that we support has been confirmed dead. Helgodong's parents and children returned and became the new king. However, he was still young and could not even be transformed into a human form. 】

He raised his eyes again, the sky-colored eyes were quiet, but a fire was gradually throbbing in the bottom of his eyes.

[...Arecio, Regent. 】