Chapter 367: You Cannot Die, Because I Won't Allow You to Die (Part 2)

  The sound of dozens of sharp arrows breaking through the wind suddenly arrived, along with dozens of summoned giant poisonous insects and vines flying toward Sandro at the same time. The elves would not eliminate their hostility just because of Ethan's intervention. The giant corpse monster and the magical aura it emitted had already explained this old man's identity. At a time when The Black Star had already appeared, the significance of a Necromancer to the elves was no less than that of a venomous snake to a small bird.

  The giant corpse monster's arm suddenly extended, forming a huge barrier in front of Sandro at a speed no less than that of the elven arrows. All the arrows shot onto the corpse's arm, while those summoned poisonous insects fell down dead one after another before they could even get close, overwhelmed by the massive corpse aura.

  "Little girl, tell your impulsive, simple-minded compatriots to stop. I'm not here to cause trouble. Of course, if you force me, I don't mind turning you all into corpses." Sandro looked at Luya and said coldly. From the different reactions of the elves, he could already tell that this young woman was the leader.

  "Everyone, don't act rashly." Luya signaled to the elves around her. She certainly understood that continuing to attack would only be seeking their own doom.

  "Long time no see. So, are you here looking for me?" Ethan looked at Sandro and asked.

  "Yes." A smile appeared on Sandro's face. Rarely, his expression now was neither exaggerated nor playful, but like the smile of a kind elder seeing a child, though it inevitably carried some bitterness. "I'm very surprised... and also a bit happy to know that you're still alive."

  "Surprised? Did you think I was dead for sure?"

  Sandro pondered for a moment and said, "This isn't the place to talk. Let's go somewhere else."

  "I can't leave here yet..." Ethan looked back at Gru on the altar. Almost all the Sunwell's well water had been poured onto Gru's body. The blackness on his body was slowly receding, but he still had his eyes tightly closed, as if still unconscious.

  "Are you concerned about those few who are heading this way?" Sandro glanced around. Although the dense forest blocked the view, it couldn't block the senses of an expert like him. "Wouldn't it be fine to just kill them?"

  Ethan could also sense the few people approaching. They were the ones who had been tailing him ever since he left The Radiant Citadel. Although they didn't seem to have any intention of getting close or doing anything, they had been following from a distance. Ethan didn't have the energy to deal with them. He could probably guess why Lancelot had sent them, and dealing with them would probably be useless.

  "Forget it. They probably can't do much anyway. I'm too lazy to bother with them. Come up and let's talk." Ethan jumped onto the corpse monster. The monster's huge wings spread open, and a wind full of the stench of corpses suddenly rose. Its massive body ascended into the air. His Necromancy was basically taught by Sandro, so he could control this corpse as well.

  High in the sky, thousands of meters above the War Ancient Tree, the giant corpse monster carrying the two people hovered. The high-altitude wind whistled past their ears.

  "I originally thought that even if The Black Star really emerged and was picked up by someone, that person would definitely be you. It wasn't just me who thought so. Ronis, Vedenina, all thought so. Who would have thought it would be someone else in the end? Mainly because we really didn't expect that Lord Archibald's prophecy could actually be wrong." Sandro smiled bitterly and shook his head.

  Ethan shook his head and sighed, "That prophecy was never about me, or rather, it wasn't referring to any specific person."

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  "Hmm? What did you say?" Sandro stared with wide eyes, startled.

  "Haven't you met Aunt El... no, Agrael yet?"

  "No. I... don't really want to see her." Sandro shook his head. "Why are you bringing her up so suddenly?"

  "Then you must still not know what Archibald's prophecy is all about? And the reasons behind The Black Star and the Necromancer Guild..."

  "What do you mean by that? Do you know?" Sandro's expression grew more and more surprised.

  "Not long ago, I went underground in Nighon and met Black Dragon Moriel. I learned many things from her. But I haven't had a chance to tell you about it yet..."

  Above the War Ancient Tree. Luya and the other elves all looked up at the sky. From this distance, the giant corpse monster looked like just a bat. In the nearby altar, all the Sunwell's well water had been poured onto Gru's body. The lifeless blackness had completely faded from his body, but he still had his eyes tightly closed, with only his weak breathing proving he was still alive.

  "What should we do?" an elven patrol guard nearby asked. She had already taken the black giant war bow in her hands, but she didn't know whether she should shoot, and she knew very well what the result would be if she shot rashly.

  "What else can we do? Just wait." Luya sighed.

  Suddenly an elf ran up, panting and shouting, "Elder Luya, there are several people approaching from outside the forest. The scouts say they seem to be people from the Church."

  "What?" Luya was shocked, then immediately turned and waved to the other elves. "Pass the order, everyone prepare for battle. We can ignore the Necromancer above for now, let's deal with those people from the Church outside first."

  "No, you're wrong. Don't worry about those people. Our enemy now is the one above." An old voice interrupted Luya's words. On the other side, Elder Lloyd also appeared on the treetop.

  "Elder Lloyd, how did you..." Luya was stunned. Elder Lloyd hadn't walked up by himself. His body, which had already begun to age like an ancient tree, couldn't possibly move quickly. Someone had carried him on their back.

  It wasn't an elf, but a human - a tall, strong man with extraordinary presence, wearing a full suit of knight's armor. And following him onto the War Ancient Tree were many more people.

  High in the sky, neither Sandro nor Ethan had noticed the disturbance below.

  Sandro's face was extremely ugly. Ethan had never seen him with such an ugly expression. Perhaps this was the ugliest expression of his entire life. But just having an ugly face was already surprisingly calm, beyond Ethan's expectations.

  "I thought you would definitely fly into a rage after hearing this."

  "I really do want to get angry. I've never had such a big temper in my life. Not even when Inham plotted against me back then. But who can I get angry with? You? Archibald? Or the ancient elves? Or perhaps that damned The Black Star?" Sandro's voice started out full of anger, his breathing even became heavier, but it gradually calmed down. After a moment of indifference, he spoke again, his voice filled with weary hoarseness. "If this were before, I could still get angry. But now that The Black Star has already emerged, everything has reached its end. Now I can finally think calmly. In fact, all the previous turmoil, all the waves, were just troubles we created out of our own self-righteous assumptions."

  "Hehe, 'clear and lofty,' I've heard this phrase my whole life, but only now do I understand what it means. How could someone who has always been immersed in their own gains and losses understand the insights from standing outside the mundane world?"

  "Since it's already like this now, what do you plan to do?" Sandro asked Ethan.

  Ethan asked in return, "Did you come looking for me because of this question too?"

  "You already knew?" Sandro was slightly surprised.

  "Back when I was imprisoned in The Radiant Citadel, I knew they wanted to use me to destroy The Black Star. After I escaped from there, Lancelot sent a few people to tail me. If I couldn't see through such obvious movements, do you take me for a fool? At that time in The Radiant Citadel, they had no way to catch me. After I came out, they slowly planned, and I was alone, so naturally it was the best opportunity."

  "Yes. I came from the Magic Academy. I got the news from your Chancellor lover. It's probably about the same."

  "Oh?" Ethan's eyebrows slightly raised.

  "Those guys like Magnus are trying to persuade you to go to your death. If you really don't listen to their advice, they can only use force to make you be this savior." Sandro smiled with little interest. "I came specifically to inform you, but it seems unnecessary. But since you already know, I suppose you already have a way to deal with it? What do you plan to do?"

  "There's no way." Ethan smiled bitterly. "At this point, what else can I do? What I'm doing now is just making myself as useful as possible."

  "Don't you want to escape?"

  "Escape?" Ethan seemed to be hearing this word for the first time.

  "Your little lover asked me to bring a message to you. She wants you to escape quickly. Escape from this continent, go to the Far East. Actually, this is my idea too. This Lich King is just an incomplete body. He still needs to go to Diya Valley to pull up the real The Black Star. You might still have time."

  "Then... why don't you escape? And so many other people haven't escaped either..."

  "Me? The fate of Necromancers has long been determined. No matter where we go, the brand of The Black Star in our bodies decides our final outcome. And those capable guys like Magnus and Lancelot just don't want to escape. They have too many things they can't let go of, like that so-called justice they always talk about, responsibility, and power. These are all worth fighting for, especially when they're fighting with other people's lives." Sandro's face was full of mockery. "But you're different. Hasn't being carefree and without attachments always been your aspiration? And even if there is a final hope, that hope has nothing to do with you, so you're the most qualified, and have the most reason to escape."

  Ethan was silent for a moment, thought for a while, and looked at Sandro with a bitter smile: "Surprisingly, you're actually trying so hard to persuade me to escape like a lobbyist..."

  "Because I don't want you to die. Only now do I understand that we actually owe you enough already. What you're like now can be said to be caused by us..." Sandro smiled bitterly. He took out a neatly folded robe and handed it to Ethan, then his expression suddenly changed as he looked downward.

  "It seems someone doesn't want me to escape." Ethan also smiled bitterly.

  Below, a giant white sword of light, carrying a huge roar and momentum, as if it wanted to pierce a hole in the sky, was stabbing upward toward them.