If the legendary Grand Duke who is in charge of Silvermoon City knew what his grandson was doing at this time, he would definitely confine him immediately, or even hang him to death! Or use a dissociation technique to turn the opponent into powder!
It's a pity that the preparations for the war were too arduous, and all kinds of affairs dragged him a lot of energy and energy, so he didn't realize the slightest bit of such a huge disaster.
until today.
The warm sunshine shone through the north, and there were a few strands of pure white clouds floating in the blue sky, like a hazy gauze mist, ever-changing.
Eric was in a very good mood, because under his continuous pressure, the brains of the Nien Chamber of Commerce finally knew how to compromise.
A hidden letter has been sent through a secret channel. In Eric's view, this is the performance of the other party's softness. The letter must be filled with many flattering words, and finally a little request is made, and he is willing to What to offer for this... The compromise between the nobles is basically this routine.
At this time, at the headquarters of the Black Moon Merchant Guild, Eric half leaned on the recliner, his eyes narrowed slightly, full of the triumph of the winner.
Glover stood aside like a servant, his face full of humility.
"Checked, no problem!"
Eric was naturally not a careless person, and the black letter had already gone through several inspections before it fell into his hands.
And the man in black who stood in front of Eric at the end was his most trusted subordinate.
The other party has a pair of skinny hands, pale joints can even be seen, his eyes are deeply sunken, his face has no muscle at all, his whole body seems to be made of only skin and bones, he is wearing a huge black robe, neck There was a necklace of bones and black pearls hanging on it, emitting a dark light, and the breath of death and evil spirits continued to emanate from him, with the stench of rotting corpses, which even made Glover's eyes tingle. A hint of disgust emerged.
"Since it's what Teacher Atas said, of course I believe it!"
Whether it's the other party's dress, appearance, or temperament, it all shows that the other party is an orthodox necromancer!
This kind of mage likes to play with corpses and souls, and has been unanimously resisted by the Continental Mage Association, especially in Silvermoon City. Alaszhuo even issued several bans for this, which is the most stringent since he came to power.
In such a situation where everyone is shouting and beating, it is very difficult for every necromancer to grow up, and high-level ones are even rarer, but each one is an earth-shattering powerhouse.
The Atas who was taken in by Eric is naturally not as good as the Skeleton Lich, but he is also a necromancer who is close to legend, and he is proficient in curses and necromancy. With him by his side, Eric will not have been threatened in this regard.
Eric took the letter from Atas with a smile and began to unwrap it. This was the moment he enjoyed the most. As a winner, listening to the humble requests of the losers made him extremely happy every time.
"This is… "
But then, Eric's face changed drastically.
The letter paper pulled out from the letter paper was blank, and there was nothing written on it.
Eric read it over and over several times before he was sure about it. A feeling of humiliation suddenly came to his heart, which made his face turn red.
"This is not a prank, but a provocation! How dare a humble and weak family dare to provoke me? Earl Eric! The grandson of the legendary mage! The star of Silvermoon City! I will definitely make them pay for it with blood!"
Eric roared loudly, and at the same time slammed the letter on the table.
"Master... Master!"
At this moment, Glover suddenly realized something was wrong.
Just after Eric's finger came into contact with the letter paper, a little emerald flame started to burn at that point, and greedily devoured the surrounding area.
"Huh? This is..."
Atas next to him shot immediately, a large number of spell items on his body flickered, and the spells that had been prepared for a long time were activated one after another.
—[Detect Curse!]
—[Holy Light Protection!]
—[ Thorn Armor!]
Several layers of light directly enveloped him and Eric, and then a layer of transmitted light flickered, swallowing Eric and Asta's figures.
After the space conversion, Eric and Asta have arrived at the mansion at the core of Silvermoon City.
"I use this place as the space coordinate point of the portal, even legendary powerhouses cannot enter Silvermoon City at will..."
Atas looked at Eric: "I didn't discover this new type of curse this time, it's my negligence..."
"Please don't say that, Mr. Atas..." Eric is still very tolerant of those who are truly capable and powerful, "Fortunately, you are here, otherwise I don't know what bad luck I will suffer today! "
Having said that, Eric's face changed again: "That damned Nien Chamber of Commerce dared to break the unspoken rules and directly use such low-handed means, I will not let them go!"
"I'm very interested in that new type of curse, which can escape my detection..."
Atas touched his necklace: "I hope to go back and observe the reaction carefully."
"No problem, anyway, isn't Glover just right there? He's an excellent experiment, and given the distance he was at that time, he must have been affected by the curse..."
Eric answered without any hesitation, and there was not even the slightest bit of distress in his eyes, all of which were filled with endless frustration.
"That stupid dog made me have to find someone to take its place..."
Eric waved his hand fiercely, and a little green light flashed in front of his eyes.
"Hmm! No!"
Atas' exclamation came, and then Eric found in horror that a little green flame was still clinging to his finger like a tarsus maggot, and black ink lines emerged on the surface of the skin, slightly Wriggling, as if sucking blood.
"How can there be such a type of curse? It's completely unreasonable..."
Atas felt that his cognition was about to be subverted.
But then, Eric screamed louder.
After drawing enough blood, the group of green flames swallowed the ink thread completely, detached from his finger, and floated and burned in mid-air.
The bewitching green flames roared mournfully, forming a small portal in midair.
Before Artas and Eric could react, the portal had already opened, and a syllable came from it:
"#&%!!!!"
It was a voice that no one could describe, it didn't even exist in this world, and it couldn't be reproduced at all.
The sharp and roaring note seems to contain all the resentment and hatred in the world. It is like a whisper from hell. It is a thousand or ten thousand times more evil than devils and demons. It sweeps around with the sound waves .
"I... what's wrong with me..."
Eric felt dizzy in his head, and his throat seemed to be stuffed with fire, and his voice became extremely hoarse, even worse than the most dilapidated bellows.
"You..." All of a sudden, Eric pointed at Atas in front of him in horror. At this time, the face of the other party was already covered with huge tumors one after another, making him look fatter, terrifying. The pus in the blood flowed out continuously, carrying strong corrosiveness, and constantly engulfing the originally healthy body.
"No... no! I..."
Eric looked at his hands, abscesses the size of gold coins had emerged, and the pus with a rancid smell began to burst and erode, and the terrifying pain was constantly stimulating his nerves.
He then fell to the ground, looking at Atas who had turned into bones next to him, he couldn't even make a sound.
He once possessed supreme power and was the underground emperor of the entire northern border, but now, he can't even spread a cry for help, and he can't even make decisions about life and death.
In the end, Eric could only watch in despair as his body was continuously corroded, and his head swelled into a huge tumor, which exploded with a bang, directly ending his sinful life.
At the same time, in the entire main material world, all the clansmen who have a blood relationship with Eric were horrified to find that their bodies were covered with horrible tumors, and they were instantly corroded and fell to the ground to die.
In the executive hall of New Silvermoon City.
Silvermoon Queen Alastriol wore a crown and looked at the legendary grand duke to one side.
"Your Excellency! Regarding the logistics of the Nodro Line..."
In the hall at this time, besides the legendary Duke, Elminster and other high-level officials were also there, obviously discussing extremely important matters.
The Grand Duke's face was graceful, and when he was about to say something, his face suddenly changed.
A layer of terrifying color emerged from the surface of his skin, and tumors rolled in his body, as if there was a little mouse running.
"It's a curse!"
Elminster was the first to stand up, and a [Relieve Curse] spell had already been thrown in the past.
Those present were all top experts, and there were even a few legendary priests, and all kinds of methods had been used in an instant.
Not only that, as a legendary sorcerer, the Grand Duke himself has many life-saving methods, but at this time it seems that all of them have lost their effect, and he can only watch him fall to the ground and start screaming and wailing.
"A terrible curse!"
Elminster frowned, a film of light had already isolated the legendary Grand Duke from the others.
Only then did he look at the struggling grand duke in the diaphragm, to be precise, a few obsidian amulets scattered on the ground, and said to Alaszhuo.
"Those talismans are [Legendary Substitution Technique], which can replace him to accept any attack, even poison, and curse, but at this time it has completely lost its effect..."
There was a trace of fear in Elminster's eyes: "According to this situation, even if the Duke prepares a clone in advance, I'm afraid..."