How do I break the team invitation from my old enemy?

At night, the servants in Thedis's mansion tidied up the room and bed for the little duke, put away tomorrow's clothes, and put the wine glasses on the window sill back on the gilded tray on the bedside table.

When they left the room, they looked uncontrollably at the crystal coffin next to the bed.

There was a person sleeping quietly.

But they dare not look more, and they dare not touch, for fear that even if they look more, they will be caught in their minds, and they are afraid that even if they touch lightly, they will violate the untouchable taboo.

They still clearly remember this summer, from the night when the owner of the room returned, the lights were kept on all night, just so that he could see the face of the person in the coffin when he opened his eyes late at night.

But the owner of the room didn't come back all night.

The Duke sighed, and said to the housekeeper, "He has his own things to do."

In the snowfields and icebergs in the north, the Astrologer Tower stands silently.

The bard has not gone out for a long time. He may watch the starry sky on the top of the tower, live in the hourglass room and listen to the sound of time, and he does not know what he is thinking.

The glass of the window was knocked.He looked up and saw the summoner on the dragon's back looking at him.

Adrihiger opened the window and patted Sandra on the head.

Sandra turned her head away, letting out a disdainful puff from her nostrils.

The bard looked at Lin Wei: "Still angry?"

Lin Wei entered the room through the window. Without speaking, he plucked the piano in his hand, and the soul channel emerged, and he walked in without looking back.Adrihiger touched his nose and followed.

The temple of the goddess was empty, and the harp stood, and a little black spider climbed on it.

Lin Wei stepped here, remembering what he saw when he came here last time and got the last dream fragment of the goddess.

"Are you here to laugh at me too?" the black-haired elf asked the person outside the window.

"Of course not." The man came closer, and Lin Wei finally saw his appearance clearly.

He has a slender figure, with a long white bone staff in his hand, with a faint blue flame flickering on the top, long silver-gray hair reaching his shoulders, and a pair of dark green eyes.

He seemed human, like a nobleman stepped out of a painting.

"Actually, I am of the same kind as you."

The elf girl looked at him suspiciously.

He waved his staff very slightly, and a bony hand stretched out from the ground under his feet, and then a snow-white skeleton came out.

The hostility in Katanafea's eyes gradually disappeared, she looked at the skeleton, and then shifted her gaze to Elvis: "You too..."

Before she finished speaking, she saw the skeleton bowed its head obediently, and Elvis kissed the skull's forehead in an extremely intimate gesture.

She seemed unbelievable, and said in a daze, "What are you doing?"

"They are my best partners." Elvis patted the top of the skull, and a beautiful female lich appeared next to him, piercing through the wall of Katanafia's room, and slapped her Complicated etiquette.

"She told me that there is a crack in the world of death, and the crack is in you."

"Beautiful lady elf, you were born to be their lord."

Katanafia looked back at the room, and found that those undead creatures appeared again at some time, and looked at her with her head.

"No..." She shook her head and took a few steps back: "They stalk me, they are dirty and terrible, and they will only bring disaster."

The necromancer outside the window smiled gently: "Maybe I just like you."

"They are hovering on the edge of life and death, unwilling to dissipate their souls, and unable to return to the original world—they can only return to the world by waiting for the call of the psychic."

"Psychic?" The elf girl shook her head, "But psychics are popular, and they can summon pure unicorns and mighty dragons."

"They just prefer to communicate with living beings," the necromancer's tone was like a kind and conscientious teacher: "In fact, the same is true for dead spirits."

"Am I a psychic of the dead?"

"You are not," the Necromancer shook his head, "You are the person who communicates life and death. You directly opened a path in the world where the soul temporarily lives after leaving the body. They come from that world and arrive at your side continuously. .”

"why me?"

"There is no reason—you were born like this. I heard from passing elves that you have a powerful light mage as your twin sister. I guess it is the extreme opposition in the mother's body that caused all this. After all, light and darkness are irreconcilable. Maybe you She was already killed in her womb."

The young elf was extremely puzzled by this sentence.

The necromancer smiled politely: "The undead just want to follow you, there is no malice - it's better to learn to live with them."

"how should I do?"

"Order them." The necromancer's tone was unquestionable.

His tone softened immediately: "When you can control them, do you want to consider traveling with me to the mainland?"

The elf's eyes seemed to be lit with a bright, hopeful light: "May I go outside?"

"You are free." Elvis' hand went through the narrow window, stroking the girl's soft black hair.

Lin Wei walked to the harp "Sigh of the Abyss".

He is no longer the way he was playing casually before, but changed to a formal playing posture.

The fingers dance on the pitch-black strings, the hands are slightly pale, and the contrasting colors are a strange beauty.

With the first note above the fourth string, the channel of the soul emerges.

He didn't move, but plucked the middle of the adjacent strings at the next moment.

The long time left alone did not damage the timbre of the harp, and the smooth syllables flowed from the junction between the fingertips and the strings.

The soul channel flashed in front of the two of them and disappeared.

Another strange feeling spread in the hall, as if everything was being moved by these seven strings.

His movements didn't stop.

The black-haired summoner rested his forehead on the strings and closed his eyes.

At the beginning, the sound of music was clear and clear, like the gurgling water in the valley, the fireflies flying in the forest in summer night, and the gentle smile of people outside the window.

Then it gradually opened up and became brighter, like the high sky seen from the back of a dragon, sometimes accompanied by a melodious ending, reminiscent of the stars falling from the sky.

The plectrum slides down on a string, bringing up a series of rapid musical sounds, and the sound is suddenly intense.

The ups and downs of the music were extremely complicated, and it didn't look like any kind of music left in this world.

Adrihiger listened quietly, as if he recognized some familiar melodies, lowered his eyes, not knowing whether it was reminiscence or nostalgia.

After a brief absence, he continued to concentrate on watching Lin Wei's every move. As the song became more intense, fine sweat gradually oozed from Lin Wei's forehead, and the feeling of being drawn by the rules in the palace became stronger and stronger.

The bard knows that the harpist is not just plucking the strings, he is fighting against the rules, attuned to them—using his own soul power, using the "Contract Book", and even using the spell of divination.

Half of Lin Wei's energy was focused on playing the harp, while the other half was in a trance, floating in a trance. Fragments of the goddess' dreams flashed through his mind, combined, and pieced together a complete first half of his life.

The elven girl sitting with her knees hugged in the corner of the night met the necromancer passing by.

For the first time in her life, she dared to face up to her innate abilities and gained the power to control the undead.

She eventually left the forest of her birth, a place full of torment, guilt, fear and ominousness for her.

The necromancer is always gentle and elegant. He took the slender and beautiful elf through many places on the mainland.

He is like an artist who loves both life and death. He kisses skeletons, embraces long-haired liches, lights clusters of green fireflies as decorations in the room, and likes to fold a bright crimson rose and put it on his chest.

They invited down-and-out bards to drink in taverns in the wasteland, played hide-and-seek with the sun behind the tall walls of the bustling city, were hunted down by the army of goblins, and then scared away the dwarves in the valley and occupied their caves.

The sound of music is powerful, and Lin Wei's emotions are inevitably drawn by it, just like the chaotic mood when he first came to the Goddess Hall.

Memories are entangled and overlapping, human cities always have the shadow of the imperial capital, dragon islands sometimes change into serene islands in the seasonal tide, and every bard on the road has the face of Adrihiger.

Until the memory belonging to the goddess ends here, the necromancer leans against the window at night, and the silhouette cast by the moonlight through him becomes another person's appearance. The memory and emotions are no longer under control, and the music fades away, completing a just right turning point .

The melodious and gentle gradually converge, the stream under the moonlight flows into the deepest mist in the forest, gradually getting colder and sinking.

The cold breath surrounds the entire hall, grabbing the heart little by little, and the sound of music resounds in the soul, finding a tortuous path in the fog of time and space.

This road communicates life and death.

His fingertips were trembling and oozing blood, leaving stains on the strings.

And then—then the eyes opened all night in the palace, the hideous tree shadows in the dead marsh, and the skull held in the arms of the long-haired elf.

She walked out of the hall, and her figure gradually drifted away until she disappeared.

"I will walk with you, where the moon never sinks."

"I will be free."

When the last note fell, the piano player opened his eyes, his face was pale, and his fingers were dripping with blood.

Those around him supported his body and kept him from falling.

He coughed a few times, seemed to have regained some strength, walked to the gate of the palace, and pushed it open.

The door, which had been in disrepair for a long time, was rubbed against the hinge, and there was an echo that passed through a long time.

Outside the door is no longer the familiar dead marsh, but another land filled with darkness and dead silence.

What he could see ahead was the pitch-black sky, and what occupied half of the sky was a huge crescent moon.

The black death crow was frightened by the sudden appearance of two people, and flew up, the moonlight shining on its wings.

Their bodies suddenly became lighter, and all the pain disappeared, as if they had lost all the shackles of the world, and came to the freedom beyond everything.

"here it is……"

The black-haired summoner looked up at the sky: "The land where the moon never sinks."

The bard looked at him: "Tell me the story of this world."

"Even when the goddess of light died, Katanafia did not show up. There are no legends or statues of her on the mainland, and there is no shadow of another powerful soul in the star sea."

"So you speculate that she is no longer in that world?"

"I'm not that smart yet." Lin Wei had some bewildered emotions in his eyes: "You know, even if the holy gun is resurrected, it will only be for a short moment, and after that, Juanyu will die completely."

"I entered Xinghai, trying my best to complete the contract and protect his soul. The process of the contract was extremely smooth. I thought I would succeed, but I didn't have time to complete it—his soul eventually disappeared."

"I reached the top of the star sea and saw the whole picture, which is almost the same as I imagined, except for a huge vortex at the top. I saw countless souls dissipate into pieces, some entered there, and his soul was protected by me, Completely entered the vortex."

"For many days later, my consciousness stayed in the sea of ​​stars, and I saw countless newborns and deaths. The dissipation and condensation of souls could all be carried out in the sea of ​​stars, but some of them entered the vortex. It didn’t come back either, as if it was competing for souls with the entire galaxy.”

"I recalled what I saw before. The higher the strength of the soul, the more dark places in the soul light group. But your soul is not dark at all, neither is there a god, nor is there an old man—the patriarch dies, and all soul inheritance After the oracle was given, he was also completely bright. Then I knew that the dark place is the missing soul, and some soul fragments disappeared in the vortex, and the disappearance of the fragments occurred after the dark age."

"There are fewer and fewer people with magical talents, and there are fewer and fewer top-level monsters. It can be attributed to not having enough soul fragments to condense more high-strength souls."

"So I thought of the goddess, and I thought it was all related to her. I also thought of the harp. If she only wanted to open up the channel of the soul, why did she choose it as a carrier? What the strings affect is the rule, and its power is not limited to this."

"You know, I got many dream fragments of the goddess, and there are her memories." Lin Wei walked with him on this strange land: "No matter what happens, there is always a song echoing in the dream. Harp In addition to being able to dial notes, you can also play music."

Adrihiger said: "So you played the whole piece of music with the harp, drew the rules with the fixed playing method in the piece, and finally opened the path between the two spaces?"

"That's right," Lin Wei nodded: "This is the path she has traveled. The Goddess of Light found the origin of the rules and surpassed the rules with the help of faith. But she broke away from all the rules and created another world. She is no longer It belongs to the mainland, but the creation god here. A single dark element cannot set off any storms, and the souls obtained from the sea of ​​stars are used by her and become her people."

As if to confirm Lin Wei's words, a wandering lich appeared in the endless wilderness, sitting on a branch, looking at them who did not belong to this world.

"I began to doubt the truth of the Dark Ages again. After the mainland lost the dark elements, the suffering brought about by the elemental storm can help the Goddess of Light gain the power of faith, but it can also provide many fresh souls to enrich the world ruled by the Goddess of Darkness."

Adrihiger shook his head: "She would not be such a person."

Lin Wei sneered: "I hope so."

Adrihiger: "Come with me to meet the goddess?"

Lin Wei shook his head, with a cold and bored expression: "I'm not interested in anything that happened 1000 years ago, and I'm not interested in things now. I brought you here just to fulfill my promise - you're always full of lies, but I am not."

A bone dragon passed by in the air, and the summoner climbed onto the back of the giant bone dragon, and gave the bard one last look: "I came here just to find him... goodbye."

Two clusters of dark green soul fires were shining in the bone dragon's eyes, and it flew up with fluttering wings, rising higher and higher, and disappearing in the crescent moon.

The bard looked at his back, as if remembering something, and suddenly said: "Wait, I have one more thing—"

However, Lin Wei had already flown away.

He manipulated the bone dragon to hover high in the sky, and saw many large-scale undead towns, and when he went higher, he saw the appearance of this land, and suddenly felt familiar.

This continent is almost like the reflection of the original continent, except that the living beings have been replaced by undead ones.

After confirming this, the Skeletal Dragon flew to the east, to the pier at Siren Bay on the east bank.

——We agreed on a place, and if one day we were separated, we would wait there.

——Just like in a bedtime story, magicians who have been separated from their adventures can always be reunited.

A tall tower stood where it should be the pier. He released the power of his soul and felt the breath of the familiar soul.

His silent heart jumped up, bit his lower lip, and his whole body was trembling with excitement.

You remember here, you're waiting for me - I'm coming to you.

All the emotions that had been imprisoned for half a year came alive when I realized this.

Germinate, shoot, spread leaves, bloom.

He even got in the mood for a joke: When we were on the Siren Sea, we talked about a fairy tale on the mainland. The knight made an appointment with his beloved princess before a long journey, and the princess built a tower there, waiting for the knight to return in triumph. Propose to her - how similar to what is happening now.

The gate of the tower was ajar, and he walked in. The hall was empty and the dome was round.

He walked up the spiral staircase, looking for traces of the soul breath, came to the room on the top floor, and pushed open the last door.

The person by the window turned around following the sound.

It was the face deeply etched into memory, but like the liches in this world, it had dark silver long hair, and the black robe was gorgeous and exquisite, in the style of the elves.

This added aloofness to that handsomeness, and made the coldness even colder.

He had a lot of things to say, but he didn't know what to say, and he just said, "You..."

Are you ok?

The man opened his lips, his voice was cold, and so was his tone.

"Linvie Didis?"

Lin Wei stood still.

Only one person would call out his full name with such a voice, with such an intonation.

He slowly closed his eyes, opened them again, calmed down his emotions, smiled briefly, and looked at the man.

"Long time no see...my leader."

On the wasteland, without the help of the summoner, the bard who could only walk on foot added the words that he hadn't had time to say: "—Although this place is connected to the mainland, it is already a completely independent time and space. I changed there. Time, but it didn't affect here at all."

"That is to say, everything that happened after going back in time has never existed here, he probably..." The bard shook his head in frustration, then patted his cheek, sighed, and comforted himself: "Forget it , it’s impossible to fight when they meet each other. Even if they fight, they probably won’t die—after all, they haven’t killed anyone after fighting for so many years.”