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Chapter 361
chapter 299 part 2
"Pale Fire" was an area-of-effect magic with an energy attack of two attributes: fire and negative. In the Alliance Leader's hands, the spell was merely dual-attribute.
But in Tang Zheng's hands!
As long as it was an attribute-based magic, he could convert it into four attributes. In his hands, such a spell could manifest in various forms.
Just like the "Compound Element Elf" summon he had mastered.
[Skill Points: 62→60]
With the consumption of two skill points, the two spells, "One-Sided Duel" and "Pale Fire," were mastered.
On the other side.
The Alliance Leader and Khajiit walked across a desolate, cracked wasteland where the short grass had withered.
The hot and arid climate meant that even the weeds on the ground were pitifully scarce; only some dead grass leaves and shrubs dotted the landscape.
Juxtaposed with the eerie figures of the Alliance Leader and Khajiit, from whom a deathly aura emanated, it seemed as if this entire region had already become a dead land.
Khajiit kept his head down, following closely behind the Alliance Leader, his sunken eye sockets casting shadows that concealed his eyes.
Not being executed again by the Alliance Leader didn't make Khajiit feel safe. On the contrary, he grew even more terrified. During the time he had followed the Alliance Leader, he had come to know his personality all too well—this was an utterly apathetic person!
"Isn't it strange?"
The Alliance Leader's magnetic voice, which sounded like grinding bones, rang out.
Khajiit's dirty, yellowed fingers trembled as they swayed with his body's slight movements.
"You should be glad. This spellcaster in the red robe wants to see in you the possibility of a human transforming into an undead."
"I hope for your success even more than you do." The Alliance Leader let out a strange laugh, faintly tinged with an imperceptible taunt.
"For you, this is a rare opportunity. It is also your last chance."
Khajiit's gaze trembled.
The Alliance Leader seemed unconcerned with Khajiit's current emotions and thoughts. He raised a finger, pointed to the sky, and asked, "Do you know what this is?"
Khajiit looked up blankly and subconsciously replied, "Th-this subordinate... does not know."
This was his first time in the Hills region, and he was unfamiliar with the climate, so he hadn't noticed anything strange.
"The Abelion Hills haven't experienced a drought like this in over a hundred years. This isn't a normal climate change, but the result of magic."
"To alter the heavens on such a large scale, one would need the Sixth-Tier faith-based magic, 'Weather Manipulation'."
The Alliance Leader slowly revealed a piece of information that left Khajiit shocked and incredulous.
Sixth-Tier magic!
Isn't that a domain beyond that of mortals?
The Alliance Leader's tier?
This thought flashed through Khajiit's mind.
"Tsk." The Alliance Leader clicked his tongue. The Black Mist of Negative Energy shrouding his body stirred, and his pale eyeballs glinted. "From our exchange just now, I can confirm the spellcaster in the red robe is not the one who used this magic."
"You've been here for a while. Have you noticed anyone using faith-based magic?"
Faced with the question, Khajiit could only shake his head. He truly didn't know. All his energy had been focused on setting up the ritual and creating undead; his understanding of these demi-humans was minimal.
"Fool!"
The Alliance Leader frowned, his withered fingers tapping lightly on his staff as he muttered to himself, "With the strength of the spellcaster in the red robe, plus this mysterious chanter of faith-based magic, they truly do have the ability to rule the entire Hills region."
"First, create a drought to incite chaos, and then gradually take control of the Hills region... A strategy beyond imagination."
Khajiit, following alongside, grew more frightened the more he listened, and he gradually began to realize what the Alliance Leader might be planning.
"Alliance Leader, what do you need this subordinate to do?"
Khajiit forced himself to ask.
"Heh, heh."
A faint, cold laugh was his only response.
Khajiit's heart sank completely. He wasn't a fool; he realized that the Alliance Leader had most likely abandoned him.
His only way to survive now was to successfully become an undead through the "Spiral of Death Ritual"!
However—was there still time?
"No matter how well they hide, there will come a moment when they must reveal themselves." The Alliance Leader let out a hoarse, expectant laugh.
"Then let's add some fuel to the fire and see what's really hidden."
If he remembered correctly, Khajiit had originally died at the hands of an angel summoned from a scroll. Since that spellcaster in the red robe was the one who killed Khajiit...
...then perhaps that deeply hidden chanter of faith-based magic was the one who created the scroll?
The Alliance Leader wasn't certain, but it was a distinct possibility.
The scroll creation masters capable of making third-tier magic scrolls were few and publicly known. As for whether any others existed in the shadows, no one knew.
This could represent a mysterious faction working from the shadows.
The Alliance Leader was extremely curious. He knew that this world held many secrets.
Could it be from that legendary, unrecorded, mysterious organization?
Thinking this, the Alliance Leader shook his head again.
While pondering, the Alliance Leader's arm emerged from the Black Mist. He pulled a corpse from a magical leather pouch and tossed it out.
*Thump.*
The dull thud made Khajiit unable to resist looking over.
It was the corpse of a demi-human. Its upper body was that of a beast, while its lower body was a strange combination, somewhat like a centaur's.
A beast-bodied quadruped?
Khajiit recognized this powerful demi-human race. Suddenly, his pupils contracted violently.
He realized something!
The Alliance Leader had arrived in the Abelion Hills long ago! It wasn't as he had claimed at the start of his confrontation with the spellcaster in the red robe—that he had teleported to his side the moment he entered the Hills region.
In other words—the confrontation with that spellcaster in the red robe had been deliberately initiated by the Alliance Leader!
After tossing aside the demi-human's corpse, the Alliance Leader paid it no more mind, leaving it to lie carelessly on the ground.
Khajiit's breathing became a little more rapid.
The things the Alliance Leader had said and the information he had revealed were not a sign of his being valued. Rather, in the Alliance Leader's eyes, Khajiit was already a dead man.
Dead men tell no tales!
In the Alliance Leader's eyes, it seemed he had neither the time to complete the ritual nor any chance of success.
Only someone who had died once could truly appreciate the powerlessness and terror of death.
He still had things he must do!
He couldn't die!
He absolutely could not die!
Khajiit did not want to face that endless dark abyss again. As a weakling caught between these powerful magic chanters...
...he was like a lone boat on the ocean, in danger of being swallowed by the waves at any moment. A deep sense of indignation flooded his heart.
Khajiit's hands, hidden in his loose sleeves, clenched tightly into fists.
(end of chapter)
"Pale Fire" was an area-of-effect magic with an energy attack of two attributes: fire and negative. In the Alliance Leader's hands, the spell was merely dual-attribute.
But in Tang Zheng's hands!
As long as it was an attribute-based magic, he could convert it into four attributes. In his hands, such a spell could manifest in various forms.
Just like the "Compound Element Elf" summon he had mastered.
[Skill Points: 62→60]
With the consumption of two skill points, the two spells, "One-Sided Duel" and "Pale Fire," were mastered.
On the other side.
The Alliance Leader and Khajiit walked across a desolate, cracked wasteland where the short grass had withered.
The hot and arid climate meant that even the weeds on the ground were pitifully scarce; only some dead grass leaves and shrubs dotted the landscape.
Juxtaposed with the eerie figures of the Alliance Leader and Khajiit, from whom a deathly aura emanated, it seemed as if this entire region had already become a dead land.
Khajiit kept his head down, following closely behind the Alliance Leader, his sunken eye sockets casting shadows that concealed his eyes.
Not being executed again by the Alliance Leader didn't make Khajiit feel safe. On the contrary, he grew even more terrified. During the time he had followed the Alliance Leader, he had come to know his personality all too well—this was an utterly apathetic person!
"Isn't it strange?"
The Alliance Leader's magnetic voice, which sounded like grinding bones, rang out.
Khajiit's dirty, yellowed fingers trembled as they swayed with his body's slight movements.
"You should be glad. This spellcaster in the red robe wants to see in you the possibility of a human transforming into an undead."
"I hope for your success even more than you do." The Alliance Leader let out a strange laugh, faintly tinged with an imperceptible taunt.
"For you, this is a rare opportunity. It is also your last chance."
Khajiit's gaze trembled.
The Alliance Leader seemed unconcerned with Khajiit's current emotions and thoughts. He raised a finger, pointed to the sky, and asked, "Do you know what this is?"
Khajiit looked up blankly and subconsciously replied, "Th-this subordinate... does not know."
This was his first time in the Hills region, and he was unfamiliar with the climate, so he hadn't noticed anything strange.
"The Abelion Hills haven't experienced a drought like this in over a hundred years. This isn't a normal climate change, but the result of magic."
"To alter the heavens on such a large scale, one would need the Sixth-Tier faith-based magic, 'Weather Manipulation'."
The Alliance Leader slowly revealed a piece of information that left Khajiit shocked and incredulous.
Sixth-Tier magic!
Isn't that a domain beyond that of mortals?
The Alliance Leader's tier?
This thought flashed through Khajiit's mind.
"Tsk." The Alliance Leader clicked his tongue. The Black Mist of Negative Energy shrouding his body stirred, and his pale eyeballs glinted. "From our exchange just now, I can confirm the spellcaster in the red robe is not the one who used this magic."
"You've been here for a while. Have you noticed anyone using faith-based magic?"
Faced with the question, Khajiit could only shake his head. He truly didn't know. All his energy had been focused on setting up the ritual and creating undead; his understanding of these demi-humans was minimal.
"Fool!"
The Alliance Leader frowned, his withered fingers tapping lightly on his staff as he muttered to himself, "With the strength of the spellcaster in the red robe, plus this mysterious chanter of faith-based magic, they truly do have the ability to rule the entire Hills region."
"First, create a drought to incite chaos, and then gradually take control of the Hills region... A strategy beyond imagination."
Khajiit, following alongside, grew more frightened the more he listened, and he gradually began to realize what the Alliance Leader might be planning.
"Alliance Leader, what do you need this subordinate to do?"
Khajiit forced himself to ask.
"Heh, heh."
A faint, cold laugh was his only response.
Khajiit's heart sank completely. He wasn't a fool; he realized that the Alliance Leader had most likely abandoned him.
His only way to survive now was to successfully become an undead through the "Spiral of Death Ritual"!
However—was there still time?
"No matter how well they hide, there will come a moment when they must reveal themselves." The Alliance Leader let out a hoarse, expectant laugh.
"Then let's add some fuel to the fire and see what's really hidden."
If he remembered correctly, Khajiit had originally died at the hands of an angel summoned from a scroll. Since that spellcaster in the red robe was the one who killed Khajiit...
...then perhaps that deeply hidden chanter of faith-based magic was the one who created the scroll?
The Alliance Leader wasn't certain, but it was a distinct possibility.
The scroll creation masters capable of making third-tier magic scrolls were few and publicly known. As for whether any others existed in the shadows, no one knew.
This could represent a mysterious faction working from the shadows.
The Alliance Leader was extremely curious. He knew that this world held many secrets.
Could it be from that legendary, unrecorded, mysterious organization?
Thinking this, the Alliance Leader shook his head again.
While pondering, the Alliance Leader's arm emerged from the Black Mist. He pulled a corpse from a magical leather pouch and tossed it out.
*Thump.*
The dull thud made Khajiit unable to resist looking over.
It was the corpse of a demi-human. Its upper body was that of a beast, while its lower body was a strange combination, somewhat like a centaur's.
A beast-bodied quadruped?
Khajiit recognized this powerful demi-human race. Suddenly, his pupils contracted violently.
He realized something!
The Alliance Leader had arrived in the Abelion Hills long ago! It wasn't as he had claimed at the start of his confrontation with the spellcaster in the red robe—that he had teleported to his side the moment he entered the Hills region.
In other words—the confrontation with that spellcaster in the red robe had been deliberately initiated by the Alliance Leader!
After tossing aside the demi-human's corpse, the Alliance Leader paid it no more mind, leaving it to lie carelessly on the ground.
Khajiit's breathing became a little more rapid.
The things the Alliance Leader had said and the information he had revealed were not a sign of his being valued. Rather, in the Alliance Leader's eyes, Khajiit was already a dead man.
Dead men tell no tales!
In the Alliance Leader's eyes, it seemed he had neither the time to complete the ritual nor any chance of success.
Only someone who had died once could truly appreciate the powerlessness and terror of death.
He still had things he must do!
He couldn't die!
He absolutely could not die!
Khajiit did not want to face that endless dark abyss again. As a weakling caught between these powerful magic chanters...
...he was like a lone boat on the ocean, in danger of being swallowed by the waves at any moment. A deep sense of indignation flooded his heart.
Khajiit's hands, hidden in his loose sleeves, clenched tightly into fists.
(end of chapter)
