Mage Joan

The ancient tree of mythology scrutinized the uninvited guest vigilantly, and was ready to face a powerful enemy.

"Old Prophet, please don't be nervous, I have no intentions."

The mysterious purple-robed man had a soft tone, stopped at the opposite of the old tree, stroked his chest and bowed, appearing very polite.

"Um... young man, is it convenient to reveal your identity?" Old Bai asked cautiously.

"My name is Samael and I come from the underworld."

The purple-robed man took off his hood backhand, revealing a skinny, skeletal face, surrounded by six purple tentacles about five feet long. The mucus originally attached to the face and tentacles has long since dried up and turned into one. Layers of amber-like crystals glowed slightly, making his head look like a dried octopus.

Lao Bai has lived for tens of thousands of years and is definitely well-informed. However, seeing the strange dignity of the Zipao Man, he couldn't help the branches trembling in surprise, and it took a while to recover his composure.

"Are you... the Lich transformed from the Heartbreaker?" Old Bai asked tentatively.

The purple-robed weird nodded calmly: "In my hometown of Odes, people call me the Lich of the Heart."

"Um... Lich, I guess you are definitely not welcomed by your compatriots in your hometown."

"That's right, old prophet." The heart-catching lich Samael sighed, seeming to be aroused by the words of Lao Bai. "It is precisely because of discrimination in my hometown that I was forced to leave the underground. The world, self-exile."

"Neither the Mind Devil nor the Lich are suitable for walking in the sun, let alone both."

"Fortunately, after so many years of experience, I have gradually become accustomed to the environment of the surface world, and fortunately I have made a few like-minded friends."

"Old Prophet, I really don't want to hide it. I took the liberty to visit today because I was entrusted by a friend to discourage you from going to Shizhu Town."

"Oh? Your friend, isn't he a member of the Conquering Order?" Old Bai asked vigilantly.

The heart-catching lich shook his head slightly, and a smile appeared on his haggard face...Although it was not malicious, it was called the most terrifying and grim smile in the world.

"Old Prophet, my professor friend who did not want to be named is definitely not your enemy, let alone a cultist. On the contrary, he asked me to stop you from going to Stone Pillar Town because he didn't want to watch you jump into the fire pit. "

"Lich, thank you for your kindness, but my brother's life is threatened, how can I ignore it."

Lao Bai sighed.

"Old Prophet, if you don't go to Stone Pillar Town, your brother will be safer. After all, he still has a strong helper by his side, but if you go, frankly speaking, it will be a hindrance to others."

Old Bai thought for a while and asked, "The powerful helper you are talking about refers to the little mage who captured the colossus of the ice barrier?"

"Dr. Vader is a student of my professor friend, but according to the professor himself, Dr. Vader's strength has surpassed that of his teacher, and he is sure to single out the Gantias magic tree." Sameer coughed dryly. Pretending to add casually: "Ahem... But if Dr. Vader had to be distracted to protect his companions, the result would be hard to tell."

Old Bai frowned and pondered for a few seconds, then slowly said: "I knew that Joanna had great potential, and I didn't doubt that he could fight the Gantias Demon Tree, but if the evil **** Dolan Teresis also joined the battle, things It's in trouble."

"Old prophet, just because there is another evil **** watching in secret, you can't even go to Stone Pillar Town, otherwise you will fall into the trap carefully laid by the'Wood Destroyer', and you and your brothers and sisters will become Dolan Tracy. Si seeks the sacrifice of the conferred god."

Sameer sternly warned the ancient mythological tree: "It is to avoid this worst situation, I came here to persuade you to stay."

"If I don't go to Stone Pillar Town, who else can prevent this disaster?" Lao Bai asked back, "Lich, will you help?"

"If necessary, my friends and I will intervene secretly. In fact, it is very likely that we will not be our turn. Dr. Vader and the emperor of the Far East have already formulated a perfect strategy to deal with the evil **** Teresis. I am afraid in this world. There is no trouble that both of them can't handle even with their hands, old prophet, don't worry!" The spirit sucker said with a smile.

"Um... will even the emperor of the Far East intervene in this war?" Lao Bai's face full of tree patterns stretched slightly, "I don't need to worry about that, but then again, Lich, you and you What are your friends involved in this conflict for?"

"Haha... old prophet, if I say that it is for the maintenance of world peace, and your elders do not believe me, then I can only admit that I am bored and find something to amuse myself."

The heart-sucking lich lifted up his dry palm and stroked his tentacles. The soul fire shimmered in the sunken eye sockets, as if thoughtful.

"Old Prophet, you have lived for countless years and accumulated endless experience and wisdom. You must be able to understand the sufferings of the undead. For us walking corpses who are insensitive to our senses and have lost the enthusiasm for life, we can only ask for trouble In order to feel the value of one's own existence, otherwise it would be better to lie in the grave and sleep until the end of the world, but then, there is no difference between death and immortality."

"Well... Lich, it's a pity that I am not as wise as you think. I can feel your troubles, but I can't help you get rid of them. I can only hope you find a way to liberation soon."

"Old prophet, thank you for your encouragement and blessings, there will be a period later."

The heart-catching lich Samael bowed deeply to the ancient mythical tree, and then disappeared into the teleportation formation.

...

In Polar Frostwood Town, where the third ancient Ilminsur tree takes root, the rose field is as bright as a fire.

Mr. Master, dressed in a black robe, took a leisurely stroll along the path of the flower field, and the magic palace rose one after another, like a group of fiery red butterflies dancing around him.

Professor Moriarty stopped, stretched out his right hand, picked up a magic palace rose that voluntarily fell on his fingertips, and sniffed the scent of flowers lightly at the end of his nose, showing a look of intoxication on his handsome face.

"Lich! Don't touch my rose!"

Behind the ancient tree branches, the little girl yelled angrily.

Professor Moriarty ignored her scolding, still holding up the roses, and calmly replied: "These flowers are grown here by my student Joan Vader, not your roses."

"How do you know who planted the flowers?"

"Just smell it."

"Nonsense!"

The little girl in the emerald dress, like a beautiful dryad, sits on a tree branch and puffs out her cheeks angrily.

"Well, no kidding, it's actually the mother's will of the roses that told me. If you don't believe me, ask them yourself."

Professor Moriarty turned around and threw the magic palace rose in his hand at the little girl who had transformed into the spirit of the ancient mythological tree.