Chapter 44 The Sorrowful Song of the Dead

Roben stared at the blood-covered undead mage with his eyes wide open. His heart was crushed by himself, and he could still speak?

If Alice hadn't been holding the undead mage in her arms with a tender face, Robben would have thought that the one she had just killed was just a puppet. Alice wouldn't have been so serious about a puppet.

Although Alice is just a puppet, Robben felt in his heart that this woman was completely different from other puppets.

"Love...Lis, are you... satisfied? In this way, do you still hate... me?" This unscrupulous wizard, who once spread across the continent and was unscrupulous, had no confidence when he spoke.

"Rook, I have never hated you, never!" Alice held the head of the undead mage to her chest and said softly.

The already dim gaze lit up slightly again, "Then... why? You..."

"It's all over, Ruk, it's all over! You no longer have to endure the pain of magic backlash every day, I no longer have to wear this cold mask, we can be together like before, it's all over, Ruk!"

Alice held the face of the undead mage, with a smile on her gentle face, "How did you know that I didn't notice your abnormality at all?"

"Haha...cough..." As soon as he smiled, the Necromancer coughed, "I have spent countless efforts on this tower, but it is actually similar to my body. Except for you..., everything in the tower... I know."

"You are still so stupid. You know you will die, but you still have to hit you head-on. Back then, you shouldn't..."

The Necromancer smiled tragically, "I... said, I will... make your... wishes, even if... even if it's death!"

Robben next to him was shocked when he heard this, he opened his mouth in surprise. Ta Civilization knew that he would die?

Recalling the moment when his palm was stretched behind Tawen just now, Robben finally understood what Tawen's strange gaze meant.

It was a desperate gaze. I had seen such gazes in the mirror countless times. A few months ago, my eyes were exactly the same as Tawen just now.

"Rook, I have been hiding it from you until today. Will you blame me?" Alice gently wiped off the blood that had spilled out from the corner of the undead mage's mouth and said tenderly.

"No! Alice... can still be alive... I'm already very tall when I see you... happy." A hot flashed in the eyes of the undead mage.

"It started from...when...? Alice...I...I don't know." The voice of the necromancer had become weaker, and the two pale flames in the air were swaying.

"I don't know, Ruke!"

"In this dark tower, maybe one year, maybe five years, or ten years, I don't know how much time has passed. When I woke up, there seemed to be thousands of people shouting in my mind. It hurts so much. I found that I seemed to be alive again, a little scared. When I saw you, I really wanted to throw myself into your arms and cry again, but I found... I can no longer cry."

"You have already put on a black robe and become a necromancer, and I am your puppet..."

Alice's voice was sad, as if she was endless sad, but she still smiled gently on her face, holding the man who was slowly losing his breath of life in her arms.

The voice of the undead mage trembled slightly, and two lines of tears quietly shed in his eyes, "I... can't live without you, love... Alice, even if... you... you... you become... puppet... I..."

"I know, I know, Ruke!" Alice gently interrupted the Necromancer's words.

"Although you have given me the greatest freedom as you always have and never exploring my soul, I am no longer a real living person, Ruke!" Alice's gentle voice trembled gently.

"I will never grow old or die now. I will never have bright eyes or soft skin anymore. Moreover, almost all my feelings have gone with death! I can no longer go back to the past!"

"Rook! I'm no longer the Alice you used to be..."

"Now, the expressions on my face can be controlled at will, Ruke! I don't know if I want to laugh. I have no idea of ​​laughing anymore, leaving only sadness, fear, and love for you!" Alice's hand gently brushed the face of the undead mage, with sadness on her face.

"Love...Alice!"

"Silly! You chose the wrong method! I don't want you to keep me like this. You should find another good woman and live happily. This is what I hope most, not like you... do you know?"

Alice put her face on the cheek of the necromancer, closed her pale eyes, hugged the man in her arms, and whispered: "I remember, we like to walk in the back garden of my house the sunny afternoon. You said you like the sunshine the most, just like your love for me, Ruke...I haven't seen the sunshine for a long time... Do you know!"

"Sorry... I'm sorry, Alice, I didn't expect it to be... like this! I..." The necromancer stretched out his other arm with difficulty, dropped it to the ground, and slowly began to portray something with his own blood, "Alice... I'll take you... to the ground, for such a long time, I'm forcing you... into the tower... I'm really sorry!"

"It's okay, Luke! Everything is over. If you continue, I think we will go crazy. You will no longer have to look for powerful forces all over the world to resurrect me, you will no longer have to endure the backlash of all kinds of strange forces, and you will no longer have to do it, Luke..." Alice's eyelashes trembled slightly, as if she was about to shed tears.

"I can't kill you directly by the contract. If I do this, you will definitely be happy, right? Let's be together quietly, as before, okay, Ruke!"

Two blood threads flowed out from Alice's eyes and dripped onto the face of the undead mage.

He gently raised his hand and wiped the blood and tears on Alice's face, "I still love to cry like before." After saying a word, the Necromancer was already breathing like a broken bellows.

On the other hand, a small blood-red magic array on the ground had been carved and was emitting a slight light.

"Young man, you... come here." He raised his blood-stained hand and the necromancer waved to Robben.

Robben looked at the incredible scene in front of him and suddenly felt a sharp pain in his hand. It turned out that Sasha had opened her eyes at some point and pinched her hand hard.

Robben was in pain and saw the undead wizard wave at him. He was stunned for a moment, but still walked up.

"I didn't expect that my countless efforts would make you a stranger in the end, haha!" The face of the necromancer Ruk suddenly turned red, and even his words were connected."

Robben felt inexplicable sorrow, and the blood and flesh on his hands made Robben feel nauseous. Robben had experienced such things many times, and Ruk had begun to look back like many of his patients.

"After I die, the restriction of the entire tower will be invalid. Before you leave, take away everything you can take away." As he said that, he retreated the black ring in his hand, "Your ring is just a mage who makes it for daily life. There is not much space. I will give this ring to you."

Robben was stunned, and the black ring was thrown over. Sasha leaned in Robben's arms and reached out to catch the ring.

"Take everything away! Take everything away what represents my identity as a necromancer!" Ruke's words were full of regret, and then, leave here! Don't tell others about what's going on here, I don't want anyone to disturb Alice and me, okay?" A hint of begging appeared on Ruke's face.

Robben nodded unconsciously, and Ruk smiled slightly, "Good young man, my wealth will help you. Don't learn those undead magic, don't follow my old path. I hope that the God of Light will bless you, goodbye!"

The thin hand pressed on the magic circle carved from blood, and a strange light blue light gradually rose on Ruke and Alice.

Silently, the figures of the two disappeared into the prison, leaving behind a blood-stained chair and two pale fireballs in the air.

In the quiet space, Sasha's slight sob sounded.

"Sasha!" Robben came to his senses and shouted happily, "How are you?"

"Let's go! Go and take away everything in the tower, set a fire and burn it clean!"

Sasha held the ring in her hand tightly, and her little face with tears hanging on her face was full of determination.
Chapter completed!