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Although most of the magic patterns and wiring on the outer wall of the mage tower have been broken and peeled off, Li Xun can still see that this is at least an ancient mage tower with a history of 10,000 years.

You know, an important magical facility like the Mage Tower is not built once and for all. To keep a mage tower running perfectly, it takes a lot of diligent servants to maintain and repair it day in and day out. All of these require the support of a large number of rare resources and magical materials.

So if you want to be a successful spellcaster, you first need to become a wealthy spellcaster.

And these undead kings in the undead realm, although they have a huge to infinite number of undead legions under their hands, and they occupy a huge territory that is so vast that there is no boundary, but the rare resources and magic materials they have are not even as good as a great ** master in the main material plane.

This further limited their progress in spell research, and left them trapped in this plane of death, unable to explore the vast world of the Star Sea.

For these poor undead kings who can't even afford to repair the mage tower, and don't even have a half-plane, they rely on their thin bodies to explore the dangerous sea of stars, and they don't hesitate to take the initiative to seek death.

Thinking about this thoroughly, Li Xun suddenly became full of hope for his path as a lobbyist for no reason.

"Moam, did you come here today to tear down my city? Damn it, I warned you, don't come within ten miles of my city! You...... How are you going to compensate me for my losses? ”

As a chilling cold and hard mental fluctuation surged in the minds of the two of them, the surface of the body of the Necromantic Wyvern who was spreading its wings and soaring was covered with blue crystal ice flowers. Although this layer of ice flowers could not freeze Moam's body, it could effectively isolate the power of the Necromantic Wyvern's floating power.

So in the next second, the tragedy of Moam, who was not good at flying, was born. No matter how much it flapped the pair of heavy and huge fleshy wings that could smash people, it didn't even want to borrow half a trace of floating power from the void air around it, and its whole body struggled and began to fall downward little by little.

Li Xun snorted coldly.

He could see that the undead king hidden in the broken mage tower had no intention of making a move, and what he had just done was more like a banter after being annoyed. But at this moment, he happened to be on Moam's broad back. If he allowed the other party to smash on the ground like a scale, he, the lord of the cemetery, would lose his face.

Li Xun didn't say much, he turned his back with one hand, and quickly recited the strange scales that were difficult for outsiders to recognize, and he had completed the casting of a large-scale spell in only three or five fingers.

With a high-pitched "mighty" shout, the icy power that lingered around Moam's body was triggered, and a huge "frozen wing" appeared on the surface of the necromantic wyvern's body, allowing it to regain its falling body.

Hey!

A light cry of surprise sounded, and the invisible Undead King was obviously very interested in Li Xun's move. A deafening thunderclap sounded inexplicably in the void, and more than a dozen sinuous electric snakes slashed towards the young mage who stood proudly on Moam's back.

"Don't mess around, Bingzi. I have something important to discuss with you today, why don't you hurry up and invite me in? ”

Moam, who had a clear sense of priority, raised his head to the sky, and after a high-pitched dragon roar, a thick breath of death swept across the sky, extinguishing all incoming lightning in one fell swoop.

"Your changes are really huge, even the dragon's breath attribute has been shifted. If it weren't for your soul fluctuations, I would have thought you had been captured by some guy and used as a mount! With the undead king's sneering words, a dense array of magical light appeared beneath Moam.

Moam was obviously familiar with all of this, and did not resist the pull of the light array. And Li Xun just glanced at it, and he had already determined that this was just a short-range teleportation array, and it was not aggressive, so he didn't react at all.

When the dense light array completely enveloped the figures of the two people, a huge humming sound suddenly sounded. With a blinding flash of white light, the Necromantic Wyvern's massive body vanished in place.

The end point of the teleportation was in a vast and huge hall, very empty, with almost no commendable furnishings and arrangements, only the surrounding walls and the faint elemental aura above and under the feet of the head gave people a sense of mystical and mysterious oppression.

The marble slabs under his feet were obviously magically reinforced, otherwise it would not have been possible to support the huge body of the Necromantic Wyvern unscathed.

Almost at the same time as the two of them teleported, a petite and delicate humanoid phantom appeared in the center of the entire hall, silently examining the sudden visitor.

With the help of the levitation technique, Li Xun slowly and solemnly fell to the ground, and looked at the other party cautiously. Mo Amu was entrenched behind Li Xun in his own right, reining in his arrogance and arrogance, with a posture dominated by young mages.

This is a strange undead creature that Li Xun has never seen before.

Seriously, it looks like an undead ghost who has mastered ice spells. Less than 2 meters tall, despite having a humanoid appearance, he has no flesh or bones. The entire body is made up of extremely cold and cold qi that condenses like a substance, and even the clothes and accessories outside the body are also condensed by the cold qi.

The extreme cold and terrifying energy combined to condense into a semi-fluid-like hard ice cube, barely cobbled together a strange human form. With its every move, a terrifying chill froze through its translucent fluid body. And at the tip of its hazy and illusory skull, the azure magical energy converged into a crown of ice as hideous as fangs.

No wonder Moam is calling it an ice lump, this is indeed a terrible soul parasitic on the ice of thousands of years. Not to mention fighting it, even looking at its body makes me feel panicked.

On the other hand, the ghostly ice flames that flickered in their eye sockets were also silently looking at the young mage who had just flown off from the Necromantic Wyvern.

This was really the first time in tens of thousands of years, and it actually saw the always unruly and violent corpse dragon Moam willingly carrying a weak man. After exclaiming at this once-in-a-lifetime anecdote, the Undead King made up his mind to take a serious look at this insignificant human being who was not worth mentioning to him.

This is a human from another world. Just a simple mental perception, Sid Leng Ling determined the identity of the other party.

How many tens of thousands of years? I once again sniffed the long-lost smell of flesh and blood in the undead world, and of course, the sweet soul fragrance!

Sid Leng Ling's cold mind swirled in the lonely and desolate body, exuding a distinctive glow. For lonely souls like them, who have lost their bodies and flesh, loneliness is the eternal melody of their lives, and coldness is the blood flowing in their bodies.

Warm? Joy? What the hell is that? Has it ever appeared?

The conversation that followed did not go well under Moam's mediation. As the top king of the death plane, the desire to get rid of this sunken world has never stopped. As long as they remain in this death plane for a day, their strength will not only fail to improve, but will even continue to shrink day after day.

Although this countdown to death is often measured in 10,000 years or 100,000 years, the pain of the soul being constantly eroded cannot be experienced by outsiders. The aura of mourning permeated the entire plane, causing every native of the plane of death to suffer and suffer. It's as if there are hundreds of twisted souls wailing in your ears day and night, praying for salvation, and it's rare for a soul to go through these tens of thousands of years without going crazy.

Xu is painful experience for a long time, this Sid Leng Ling in front of him did not have such a strong reaction to Li Xun's redemption plan, but instead expressed considerable interest in the many rare resources and magical materials that the cemetery could provide.

Regarding Li Xun's proposal to sign a blood contract and get rid of the soul stagnation of the death plane once and for all, this cold and ice undead king expressed his categorical refusal, and never allowed an outsider to do anything with his soul.

This is actually common sense. As long as an undead king can maintain free will, he will never like to be held hostage to others. If Moam hadn't been defeated and captured alive by the Necropolis and threatened with death, I'm afraid it wouldn't have been able to accept the end of soul control.

After a deep discussion, Li Xun's illusion of recruiting Sid Leng Ling into the soul system of the cemetery was shattered, and he only reached a simple agreement with him to hire the other party with materials. However, in the end, under Li Xun's strong efforts, Sid Lengling also agreed to the initial intention of the Necropolis to open an office in this undead city and establish a market for magic materials.

In the cemetery, spanning the three dimensional worlds, there are countless crafts, luxury ornaments, and consumables suitable for undead creatures, and Li Xun can't believe that he can't impress this ice lump that has been frozen by the cold and has broken his brain.

Before leaving, as a ritual for visiting the door, Li Xun left a batch of the most popular soul wine, snake fruit and ten soul crystals in the cemetery.

Sure enough, before Li Xun could return to Stratholme, the ice cube's cross-air spirit fluctuations contacted them. As long as the Necropolis can provide it with the aforementioned soul treasures on a regular basis, it is willing to accept the employment of young mages for a long time, and change the number of shots from once a year to once a month. Even in order to show his sincerity, Bing Tuozi also consumed his spiritual power to transmit his soul rune.

As long as Li Xun holds this soul rune, even if he is in the other world, he can smoothly summon the projection of this legendary monarch. Although this soul projection can't reach the legendary level, it can't run away from a holy level, no matter how you look at it, it's a lot of combat power.

After initially dealing with the undead king, Li Xun had to put Moam and Leorik back into their respective territories, accompanied by a large number of cemetery elites. The co-optation work must be carried out immediately, and that group of saint-level undead must be integrated into the soul system of the cemetery as soon as possible, otherwise the backbone of the cemetery will always be unable to stand up.

After handing over all these tasks to them, Li Xun himself returned to the Castil Arcane Tower in the Klein Plane in the territory of the Breland Kingdom.

Because there is still a guest waiting for him to meet here!