The sacrificial ceremony is drawing to a close, and the flame will is slowly fading.
Greem seemed to hear something suddenly, and asked loudly: "Great Flame Will, if I want to become the Flame King, what level of items do I need to sacrifice to you?"
"Fire King? If you want to gain my approval and become one of the rulers of this world, you need to sacrifice at least 20 godhead fragments... Of course, if it's that kind of flame godhead fragments, 15 pieces are enough! "
20 godhead fragments... Isn't that the full power of a sixth-order god
Let him, a little fire witch who is no more than a 5th-level junior, gobble up a 6th-level god, and intercept all the power of the opponent... Such an incredible thing, no matter how conceited and confident Greem is, it is still impossible. I dare not expect that I can complete it!
Sensing the disappearance of the flame will, Greem put away the Vulcan Orb, but did not leave directly, but stood still and waited silently.
The sacrificial ceremony just now was too smooth and normal, and it seemed to be a little bit different from my previous perception. Did I perceive it wrong, or did I overlook something in the process just now
Greem was thinking silently, and also silently investigating...
However, at the moment when Greem was suspicious, an inexplicable spiritual message suddenly echoed in his mind.
"Hey, kid, do you still have any treasures of this level in your hand? If so, sacrifice it to me. What I will give you must be much better than that flame will!"
Hearing this voice, Greem's face changed drastically, there was both surprise and horror in his expression, but also a trace of certainty as expected.
Greem closed his eyes and searched carefully, but he still couldn't find the source of the spiritual message. He only knew that it appeared in his mind so suddenly.
"Boy, you don't need to look for me anymore. My body has long since ceased to exist, and there is only a wisp of remnant soul wandering on this land. It can be said bluntly, boy, you are stepping on my body! "The inexplicable mental fluctuations are so obscure and weak. With this strength of breath alone, it seems that it can't even be called a first-level strength.
"Your Excellency, you should be the 8th-level powerful flame lord who fell in the history of the Fire Elemental Plane, right? You have found a way to revive now?" Greem never dared to ignore those high-level existences lightly.
These old monsters all possess extraordinary skills, secret techniques and taboo methods.
If an old monster that has been lost for tens of thousands of years can be resurrected, Greem will not feel surprised or weird at all, but will take it as a matter of course.
"You... you know me?" The spiritual message fluctuated a little.
"I don't know much! However, since I dare to choose this place as my private territory, I must have done all the investigation work beforehand. Are you right, Lord Gumarres?" Greem half-seriously half-joking talking.
On the other side, that spiritual message suddenly disappeared, as if a person suddenly held his breath, losing all the fluctuating breath.
Greem didn't feel surprised, but waited silently.
The time may have passed by a minute, or a quarter of an hour. Of course, it may have passed a day and a night... Just as Greem waited silently without the slightest impatience, the spiritual message suddenly echoed in his mind. .
"You haven't left...why, boy?"
When this voice sounded in his mind, Greem had a triumphant smile on his face, and said softly, "Because I'm waiting for your decision!"
"Decision? What is the decision?"
"Determine whether you will embark on this road of no return to resurrection now!"
"Boy, your strength is not very good, but you are really courageous... A little guy who is only at the fifth level dares to intervene in the disputes of the eighth level of life! Well, I should say that you are ignorant and fearless, Or is it unbelievably daring?"
"Of course it's the latter!" Greem smiled slightly: "I am very aware of the possible consequences of cooperating with you. However, if we only communicate through one line, it shouldn't alarm those former enemies of yours, right?"
"Enemy? My enemy is not in this plane... Besides, I have been dead for tens of thousands of years. Whether they remember my existence is a problem!"
"Okay, very good...then the biggest problem between us that affects our mutual cooperation is...what is the relationship between you and the will of flame? Can it...can tolerate your resurrection?"
The mysterious mental fluctuations suddenly stopped, and it took a long time to recover slowly.
"Boy, it wasn't the will of flame that was hostile to me back then, but those titans... These damned bastards beat me to death under the banner of cleaning up the cancer on everyone. The kingdom of God collapsed, and I was forced to sleep for so many years …”
"Dear Lord Gumanrez, your enemies are too powerful. I am just a little level 5 wizard. Under normal circumstances, I would never want to get involved in the grievances between you. Therefore, I must now Get a clear answer... What is the relationship between you and the will of the flame?"
"What else can I do, of course...they don't restrain each other!" The mysterious wave suddenly sank a little: "I was also a member of the Flame Lord, and I even reached the level of the Flame Lord when I was the most powerful. The Fire Lord is only one step away... Unfortunately, at that time, the damn Titans came to me... "
"They will never allow the real king to be born in the elemental world, so they killed me and destroyed all traces of my existence. But after all, I am the most powerful existence in this world, and even the rules of the plane have permeated Breathing my soul... Therefore, tens of thousands of years have passed before I regained consciousness from the power of rules. However, it takes a long time for my power to recover... "
"The will of fire will not interfere with my freedom, but it will not help me anymore. It allows my consciousness to huddle around this molten altar, but it doesn't care. If I have a chance to resurrect and become a real flame King, it also has a chance to overwhelm the other three elemental worlds and become the strongest voice... So, it will be optimistic!"
Damn it... Lord of Fire... Lord of Elements... What are these things
I'm just a little level 5 wizard, when did I get involved in such a shit...
While screaming inwardly, Greem casually cut off the connection with that mysterious spirit wave, turned around and walked down the altar.
He is not interested in participating in the life-and-death vendetta of some big bosses in the plane. With his small body of a fifth-level fire witch, he is not even considered cannon fodder in such a conspiracy. If you really want to build a bridge with this funny 'former' Flame Lord, I'm afraid he won't even know how he died.
"Boy, don't rush to refuse. We can talk about..." That weird mental fluctuation, Greem obviously cut off the connection with it, and it can still emerge from his mind the next moment.
Greem cut off the connection again without hesitation.
"I can do you a favor..."
Cut off again.
"The benefits I give are definitely more than the will of the flames..."
Continue to chop.
"I still have the treasure house of the Kingdom of God..." Greem seemed to be driven mad by that mental wave, and finally pulled his neck and roared.
However, what made him feel strange was that Greem didn't cut off his spiritual connection after the roar.
"The treasure house of the Kingdom of God remains..." Greem couldn't help but murmured.
A former eighth-level flame lord, although his divine kingdom was blown up, his body collapsed, leaving only a wisp of soul. However, as long as there is only a little bit left of its former treasure house of the kingdom of God, even a few leftovers are enough to make Greem's imagination run wild.
Even though you know that something like this is hot to touch, if you don't do it, you might get yourself into big trouble. But the greed and longing from the depths of his soul made Greem stop, and began to silently count.
"Cooperate with me, kid, so you won't suffer... You sacrificed two godhead fragments, and the Flame Will gave you that. If it were me, I would guarantee you more than the Flame Will!" Realizing that there was a door, the mental wave immediately stirred up his tongue like a reed, and began to seduce Greem.
Greem raised his head up, with a disdainful smile on his face, he ignored what Gumanreth said next, and walked straight to the teleportation array in the distance.
"Hey, come back... boy, come back to me!"
The mental wave was furious, and the billowing fire wave even stirred up the lava lake.
But it was a pity that no matter how it roared and clamored, Greem still left regardless.
Finally, with the lighting of the teleportation white light, the Altar of Molten Fire once again regained its tranquility!
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The Wizarding World, Crimson Wings.
It has been the twelfth year since Greem left this world.
Sandi Tallinn, which has experienced many shocks in its power structure, has finally calmed down. Under the model of Horton Academy of Witchcraft led by the Crimson Family, it gradually showed signs of rising in the central part of the mainland.
New, enterprising Crimson Wizards gradually climbed up to the leadership, and some old 'old guys' who couldn't keep up with the family's advancement were eliminated and became stepping stones for the family's development.
On the towering upper floor of the family Wu Tower, in a magnificently furnished and luxurious room, Kirby, the goblin sage, lay on his back on a soft big bed, his whole body was about to sink into the soft silk quilt. .
And beside him, there was a room full of green-skinned goblins.
Among them are goblin wizards with wand sticks, magicians with small miniature puppets squatting on their shoulders, and artificers with bloodthirsty aura exuding bloodthirst... But most of them are directors of chambers of commerce dressed as businessmen or heads.
An elf priest with long pointed ears stood up, finished the physical examination of Kirby, looked around at the leaders of the goblin forces with different expressions in the room, and shook his head bitterly.