Magicians never make wishes

Chapter 107 Valley of the Dead

Clearly, the reason this Demon-Eating Wyvern King's corpse could carry people in the air was entirely due to the ghostly blue soul fire in its eyes.

Having absorbed a great deal of basic knowledge at the Arcane Academy, Ronan was no longer unfamiliar with the relevant information.

This is a common necromancy-type summoning spell within the necromancy school of magic.

The reason they are called a category is that there is not just one type of magic for summoning the dead, but many types of "summoning the dead" magic that are similar in nature but differ in level and content.

For example, the first-circle spell "Necromancer" can summon undead that have died within a certain period of time.

The spirits that appear in this way will return to their own bodies, come back to life, and become obedient living dead without intelligence, acting solely on instinct.

Such magic generally has a distinctive feature—the summoned undead usually have two clusters of soul fire in their eyes.

Soulfire is the core of a necromancer's soul.

Ronan had seen something similar before; the skeletal dragon that Dunshan transformed into after making a wish also had blue flames burning in its eyes.

The difference is that the body of the Flash-eating Wyvern King beneath him is not a skeleton, but rather its original decaying body after death.

Ronan was firmly strapped to the back of the rotting corpse, the pungent stench of death tormenting his sense of smell again and again.

Several other apprentices who had also been captured nearby vomited repeatedly due to the stench of the corpse.

A strong wind swept in from high above, and the vomit briefly splashed onto the faces of those nearby.

However, at times like this, no one dares to complain.

Fearing to displease the man in black, he casually released him from his restraints and sent him soaring into the sky.

"Sir—where are you taking us?"

Some of the bolder ones asked the man in black robes a question.

The man in black robes turned his head, glanced at the crowd expressionlessly, and said, "Your new academy, the Necromancer's Academy, the Valley of the Dead."

"My lord, I need to go to the Elemental Academy, Senluo Huoyu!"

"Me too, is there some mistake?"

"My lord, I have already obtained the qualification to enter the Holy Blood Ring, and it is impossible for me to go there—"

"My lord, please have mercy and let me go back. My fiancée is still waiting for me in the Chaotic Light Void—"

Upon hearing this, most people were in an uproar.

"Shut your mouths, all of you," the man in black said coldly.

"I went through all that trouble to take you over, and now I'm letting you go back? Wouldn't all my efforts have been for nothing?"

The man in black robes swept his gaze coldly over the crowd and spoke slowly, "I'm not an unreasonable person. So, who wants to go back now? Tell me."

Upon hearing this, the man who had previously said his fiancée was waiting for him in the Chaotic Light Void hurriedly spoke up: "My lord, I really have to go back, I am—"

But before he could finish speaking, he felt the restraints on his body loosen, and he was instantly flung off the back of the high-speed flying Pterodactyl King into the boundless sky.

"Can."

Amidst the screams of the other person falling to their death, the man in black calmly replied, "However, you'll have to walk back yourself."

This scene sent a chill through the bones of the previously in an uproar, making everyone feel instantly cold.

A hush fell over the crowd, with only the howling wind echoing among them.

"Since no one wants to leave, let me give a brief introduction to your new academy—the Valley of the Dead."

"Although the Valley of the Dead is not the representative academy of the necromancy department, its reserves of magical knowledge in various departments are more abundant than those of other necromancy departments."

"In the Valley of the Dead, you can continue along the original path of development."

"You will have absolute freedom to study any knowledge that interests you."

"Of course, that's assuming you can survive—"

Ronan listened to the man in black robes speaking eloquently, but he didn't believe a single word of it.

If you have to fight for students, what kind of good place is this academy?

"I know you're probably thinking, if the academy is really that good, why would it need to compete for new students?"

The man in black robes had a piercing gaze, as if he could read everyone's mind.

"This actually has nothing to do with the strength of the college; all departments and colleges do the same thing."

He said unhurriedly, "It's just that those hypocritical bastards prefer to use 'successfully rescued' to describe it."

As they spoke, the Pterodactyl King began to descend.

Although the people on its back could not turn their view, they could still feel the surrounding scenery changing.

Once the man in black removed the restraints, everyone stood up from the back of the Winged Dragon King, and a completely different scene unfolded before them.

Before everyone's eyes, a thick gray-purple mist swirled around the valley entrance.

The valley entrance is not narrow; its length and width are exactly the same as the mouth of a giant dragon when it is fully open.

The reason we can be so certain is that what is guarding the entrance to the valley right now is a huge skeletal dragon's head.

The skull of the dragon opened its terrifying maw, swallowing the entire valley entrance.

Two sturdy stone pillars stand on either side of the valley entrance. At the top of the left pillar is a cat-shaped stone statue in a curled-up posture.

The crowd followed the man in black robes toward the valley entrance.

"Password."

A voice devoid of emotion suddenly came from somewhere.

"The dead live on forever."

The man in the black robe answered.

Then, Ronan sensed a blatant spiritual force scanning over everyone.

He subtly enhanced the stealth effect of the Mask of Truth to prevent it from attracting too much attention due to its outstanding stealth.

"It's Lehart." The voice sounded more familiar. "Back from catching sheep?"

"Yes, Senior Soul."

The man in black robes smiled and turned his head, his gaze fixed on the top of the stone pillar on the left.

Ronan then noticed that the cat-shaped stone statue that had been curled up on the pillar had now stood up and was looking down at him.

"The quality of these sheep is quite good." The stone cat nodded, its gaze lingering on Ronan. "Then I'll take them to the master first."

"Senior Soul, is now an appropriate time?"

The man in black robes glanced at the unguarded valley entrance.

Although the entire Valley of the Dead is protected by a large magic circle, there's no guarantee that something won't happen at the unguarded entrance.

"fine."

The stone cat replied, then turned to the top of the stone pillar on its right and shouted, "Wake up! Watch the door!"

Nothing happened.

Ronan scanned the top of the stone pillar on the right with his mental power and found that it was empty.

Seeing no response, the stone statue cat raised its voice and shouted, "Did you hear me?!"

"understood."

A lazy voice slowly emanated from the top of the empty stone pillar.

Ronan was completely astonished. He scanned the stone pillar several times with his mental domain, but still couldn't find anything on it.

What exactly is that thing at the top of the stone pillar on the right?

Just as he was completely bewildered, the stone cat leaped down from the pillar and walked gracefully to him, saying, "You, come with me."