Fifteen and a half years later, to the north of the Fennon continent, there is a mountain range that winds for thousands of miles - the Alf Mountains. On some of the towering hills, it is covered with a layer of ice and snow all year round. The sun shines on the ice and snow layers, making the hills even more dazzling.

The snow on the mountain is constantly condensing and melting, most of which gather and flow down, flowing into a city located at the foot of the Alf Mountains - Black Wind City.

On a mountainside in the Alf Mountains far away from Black Wind City, there is a small, ragged hut thatched in the air, which looks shaky and makes one unable to help but worry that it may be blown down by the wind in the next second.

Suddenly, a hand was stretched out in the place where the thatched hut could barely count as the door (only a layer of cloth was hung), and a young man stepped out from it. He had short black hair, but his long bangs covered his eyes, making it impossible for others to easily touch his gaze.

"It's been fifteen years, but I didn't expect that I could still live. Humph, what a miracle!" The young man lowered his head slightly and muttered to himself. Thinking of this, the scene from fifteen years ago is still fresh in his mind.

One day fifteen years ago, the young man was inexplicably reincarnated in Black Wind City with the body of a baby. Before he could figure out what was going on, he was adopted by an old wizard, no, he should be considered the Lord of Pale.

That's right, he is a pale lord, a mage who survived the Great Arcane era three hundred years ago. However, he was not a great archangelist. At that time, he was just an inconspicuous little character. However, someone adopted him so that he would not starve to death on the streets.

Thinking of his previous life, the young man clenched his fists tightly and growled: "Seqi, no matter what the reason! I can't forgive you! And those masterminds, you can wait, I will definitely enjoy the burning of your soul forever!"

That's right, this young man is Gvorrow, but now he is called Wengerens. Yes, Vengeance. The scene of being adopted by the old mage is still clearly imprinted in Wengerens' mind and vividly remembered.

The old mage brought Wengerens in his cradle to the room with teleportation technique, lifted Wengerens to the same place as his head, making both sides' eyes intertwined. Suddenly, a man came from the old mage's head: "Hello, young man. That's right, I know you can understand, but I felt your soul and found you."

At this moment, the old mage seemed to find the baby in his hand a little uneasy. He continued, "You don't have to worry about your secrets, I won't reveal them. You are lucky and met me. Although I am curious about your identity, I will not do anything to you."

At that time, maybe the old master didn't want to say too much, so he didn't say anything more.

In the next six years, Wengerns's mage practiced based on studying the essence of necromancers. Various basic magical knowledge opened Wengerns' eyes. After all, no one had systematically taught him in his previous life. However, it was only limited to the basics.

When he was six years old, Wengerns finally couldn't help it and asked the old mage why he chose him.

Seeing the unagenancy expression on Wengerns' tender face, Rongen (the old master's name) sighed and said, "You don't have to be confused. I will bring you back, so I will naturally have something to ask for. I bring you back. On the one hand, I think you are very interesting and have a good relationship with me. On the other hand, just as you have done in the past few years, I want to have an heir! Inherit my knowledge!"

The mage seemed to remember something, raised his head slightly, and after a while, he continued: "Now, spells have declined. In the era of the Great Arcane, various magic schools were prevalent. What a glorious era! Don't be surprised. Although three hundred years have passed since the era of the Great Arcane, the scenes at that time are still vivid in my mind. Don't believe it, I have indeed experienced that era. I am a pale lord!"

Wengerns was slightly stunned when he heard this, and then understood what happened. The Pale Lord is an advanced profession for mages and sorcerers. They are usually a sad choice for arcane spellcasters. They want to survive smoothly for some purposes.

However, due to insufficient strength and financial resources, we cannot achieve a lich, and we can only settle for the second best and become the Pale Lord. However, when the caster advances to the Pale Lord, this person will basically become an undead, and part of his body will be replaced by the Undead, becoming an immortal existence. This situation also makes the Pale Lord stay away from the crowd and become a lonely existence.

The old mage continued, "I actually don't have a high talent for casting. I completed the advancement ceremony of the Lord of Pale before the end of the Great Arcane Age. It was a helpless move to do so at that time. Because of certain things, I needed to survive and I wanted to complete it. But my strength was low, and at that time I was just a mage who had just reached level 10. I didn't have the qualifications to become a lich at all, and even if I had it, it would be difficult for me to have enough wealth with my status at that time.

Actually, I have my purpose. Because I can't let go of these, I chose to escape death. Otherwise, I would rather devote myself to the kingdom of the God of Death!”

"You are a believer of the God of Death?!" Wengerns asked in surprise.

The old mage was a little surprised to see Wengerns and added: "Yes, I am a believer of the God of Death. Although most mages do not respect God, they either believe in the God of Magic or the God of Mage. I have always been a believer of the God of Death, no matter who sits in that seat (the current God of Death has only appeared for about a hundred years). Now my strength is only average, right, average."

The old mage saw Wengerns' confusing expression and added another sentence, but Wengerns was still full of suspicion because he could feel the powerful negative energy on the old mage. Although it may not be a legend, it was not that bad.

Seeing that Wengerns didn't believe it, the old mage continued, "I said I would accomplish something, but now I'm not sure how to succeed! I'm at level 10 of the mage, level 7 of the Pale Lord, and it's just a level 17 caster. You will know in the future that nothing is below the legend! I can't wait for what I want to do! But I don't want my skills to be lost.

In the era of the Great Arcanist, although each school of spells had its own glory, they were all too conservative! Everyone was worried that their skills would be learned by others, even between teachers and students. This led to the loss of a large number of spell casting skills after experiencing that disaster! I am one of the few people who survived the era of the Great Arcanist, and I cannot let the skills at that time be lost forever. It is unlikely that I will live to achieve my goals, so I want someone to inherit my knowledge, so I chose you, a soul-bearing existence!”

"The Undead? Can I create it with spells?"

"No, the limitation of spell creation is too great, and most of it cannot be carried with you, not to mention that the strength is fixed! The demon pet, the strength can be improved. I have a scroll I got from the Pastor of the God of Death in the past. It was originally a signing of the Death Demon Pet for the existence of the mage among the believers of the God of Death. Unfortunately, I had signed Bolu at that time (now a skeleton black panther, Rong's undead conversion after the demon pet dies). This is the best for you. You must know that you will be sent to the Kingdom of Death, where there are no undead spirits, and you can choose it well.

These undead are not afraid of the sun, and the attacks of positive energy are only normal damage. Unless there is divine power in the positive energy, or the attacks of creatures with positive energy attacks in the upper plane will be bonused, because these undeads themselves come from the underworld, and although they are not prayers, this also makes them stronger than ordinary undeads!

But you must remember that it is the Kingdom of God. Mortals cannot stay for a long time, otherwise they will be assimilated by divine power and their corpses will not exist. With your current strength, you will have to come back at most one day. How about it, when do you want to go there?"
Chapter completed!