But it does not belong to the world of the living.

If a passing hunter saw this scene, he would probably be so frightened that his legs would weaken. The last time there was an undead attack in the Southern Territory was more than ten years ago. Since the Battle of Bain, due to the purge of cultists, the Alliance with the South

At the time of its establishment, a brand new order was being reshaped and nurtured throughout the south from Duron to Vanrich.

This order has brought about ten years of good weather, peace and tranquility.

But these days seem to be fading away.

The young alchemist looked a little pale as he watched such undead walking through the mountains and forests. Although he knew that their target was not him, he still felt a little scared. The messenger came out from behind him and silently observed this young man who had no courage.

A trace of contempt flashed in his eyes.

His face was paler than last time, and there were still scars on his cheeks from the battle at Elmau Castle. Immortality must have its eternal price, but the bigger scars were in his heart. When he thought of the trouble he might encounter, he

The hatred for everything at that time was even darker.

It was the same in Dolifen, and it was also in Elmaor Castle. The good luck in the past six months seemed to have come to an end. He encountered inexplicable spoilers twice in a row. His two consecutive failures had already made him in the eyes of that adult.

The status has been greatly reduced.

"Don't be afraid," but after thinking about it, the messenger comforted the young man softly and said: "We are still allies, and the power you dream of is within your reach. Now we fight side by side, you don't have to think too much."

"Of course I understand," the young man replied a little stutteringly, "but I'm just not used to it."

The messenger sneered secretly.

He asked: "So are you sure those people have left?"

"Of course, I watched Odin leave with those people," the young man said, and then added: "That should be the case."

The messenger frowned. This was why he didn't like these chosen ones. They were always so unreliable.

However, he did not blame him, only reminded: "This task is very important to us."

"I understand," the young man said quickly: "My teacher has also sent back the news."

"That's good."

"But actually we don't have to worry about those people, right?" the young man asked, "we have..."

"There is no fault of caution," the messenger replied: "Remember this sentence, you may need it in the future."

The young man closed his mouth slowly.

Just as the two were talking, a black flame suddenly rose among the dead leaves in front of them.

This strange scene made the two of them stop talking at the same time and look in that direction. The young man had not yet reacted, but a solemn look was already showing on the messenger's face. The flames got deeper and higher, and finally formed a human-like shape.

The black flames were mixed with purple flames. The flames twisted, and a hoarse voice came out from them: "Isn't it here yet?"

The messenger took a step forward respectfully, lowered his head and said: "We are already in Nevade, and the Summer Palace Tower is right in front of us, my lord."

"Very well," the hoarse voice replied: "Don't let me down. The rest is irrelevant. Seize the boy."

"I understand," the messenger lowered his head, and a drop of sweat actually appeared on his pale forehead: "Lord Van Lit."

But there was no response from the front for a long time.

After a while, the young alchemist couldn't help but remind him: "That thing has left, Master Messenger..."

That thing?

The messenger raised his head, glanced at the dead leaves that had been burned to ashes, then looked back at the young man strangely, shook his head and did not answer, only holding his own necromancy staff and walking forward.

But after walking a few steps, he turned back and replied coldly:

"Follow me, we don't have much time."

…

The seventh level starts with making a magic weapon.

It's just that its ending was somewhat beyond Fang Plover's expectations.

It was a huge hall, as big as a palace in the kingdom of giants. The towering arch pillars, one after another, stood densely around the hall. Looking up, there was only a deep vault above the hall.

But the vault is not ordinary. It is surrounded by silver rails and stars made of metal. They move slowly along the rails and circle once every forty-nine days. What is recorded on them is the calendar of the dwarves.

.

Under the stars and the dome, there are rows of bookshelves more than ten meters high, standing between the arches. They form a ring surrounding the center of the hall.

In that place, a shadow of bones stood quietly.

That's a dragon.

It was once famous and famous, but now it is just silent and silent.

It died under the most famous of the five dragon-slaying swords, the holy sword in the hands of the dwarf hero Varit, so that in the long history of mortals, people believed that this was the last darkness in the world.

dragon.

Until Nicol Bolas reappeared.

Only then did people gradually realize that their former enemies might return again.

But at least in this place, this dead skeleton still tells the epic stories of those heroes of the past.

When Fang Plover looked up at this scene, he instinctively recognized this place as the holy land of the dwarf craftsmen, and it was also their largest hall, the Forging Hall, under Eldron.

The assessment of the seventh red door is conducted here. As for the content of the assessment, there is only one simple sentence:

"Forging a legend."

Fang Yu didn't know that this was where loofah would stop, but when he saw this title, he couldn't help but feel a sense of astonishment in his heart.

What is Forging Legends?

He once actually forged a legend, a pair of exquisite daggers with traces of starlight forging on the blades; and by chance, the pair of daggers presented to Miss Alyssa have become his only ones so far.

The legendary magic weapon created.

Speaking of which, this is enough to be proud of.

But this pride ends here.

Fang Yu never expected that the last door of the seventh level would have such a requirement. Although he had gone through various assessments on craftsmanship along the way, he also vaguely guessed the details of this level.

Bottom line, it may be related to production.

But forging legends…

This topic is a bit too big.

Because so far, the deeper he goes into this field, the more he feels that he is powerless with legendary items. Because except for that one chance encounter, no matter how hard he tried, he could not create another legendary item.

Although Miss Tata told him that the core of making legends is inspiration, he also had inspiration for legends, but he just didn't know how to use them.

It's not like he hasn't tried.

I just made various attempts, but they all ended in failure.

But this level

The neutral and rigid voice told him that he could only succeed, otherwise he would stop there.

"How much time do I have?" Fang Yu couldn't help but ask.

He thought he wouldn't get an answer.

But the voice told him: "You have plenty of time."

“Or until you throw in the towel.”

When Fang Yu heard this, he pursed his lips slightly, realizing that this would be a long challenge.
Chapter completed!