The Mythical Races I Created

The island of Crete, the queen of the islands of the fish-man archipelago and the island of ten thousand cities, is the richest land in the fish-man archipelago. Even if the temperature rises, the excellent natural conditions of the Crete islands have not been affected much.

On this day, the new king of Crete secretly came to Hook's castle with the corpse of a female murloc without his wife.

The new king of Crete was an old man. He looked at Hook pleadingly, and even knelt down. "Master Mage, this is my favorite."

"You marry a woman every month." Hook stared intently at the ampoule, the fel flame burning the mouth of the bottle, "Get up, my king, you are the king of all murlocs, you are in the Kree The island can do whatever it wants."

"No one can manage you, so you don't need to kneel to anyone."

The new king of Crete raised his head excitedly. "Lord Hook, you always have unlimited abilities."

"Your magic can do anything in the world."

"You always say that you are not a god, but in my eyes you are a god. What difference does it make in the eyes of ants whether you are a real god? My vision is too small, I can only see you."

Hook's hand paused.

Such a sincere reliance made Hook a little hesitant.

The next moment, Hook's hands resumed movement. This old murloc is just a tool man, a treasured tool called the king, which is not unusual.

He won't shake the slightest for a tool.

The new king of Crete said: "Lord Hook, I avoided my wife, I just want to resurrect my true love, I will marry a female fish every month, and I also have my own wife, I am a pair. Hundreds of women swear I love them."

"But I do really love her."

"I only love her alone."

"Please bring her back to life, please."

Hook glanced at the old king kneeling on the ground, and he squinted at him. "Resurrection? There is indeed a way to resurrect people in this world."

"But you can't pay that price."

The excitement that just appeared on the old king's face disappeared instantly.

He asked eagerly, "What price?"

Hook pointed into the distance, "There is a paradise for the immortals in the north, where there is an ancient tree of life. Even a leaf of an ancient tree of life can instantly regenerate a broken limb and restore the damaged body to its original appearance."

"There is also a priest there, and she can really resurrect the dead."

"But neither the ancient tree of life nor the priest, you can't touch it. And I don't have the ability to resurrect people."

The old king's eyes were full of despair and powerlessness.

He sat limply on the ground and muttered to himself. "Even the omnipotent Master Mage can't do anything? You have given me control over other people's hearts."

"You have that kind of magic...why can't you resurrect people?"

Hook said impatiently: "First of all, the magic of controlling other people's hearts comes from your heart. I just handed the key to this door and gave you a bridge to support."

"Secondly, dark magic has two taboos."

"First, dark magic can't make a person truly fall in love with another person, and black magic can't create sex."

"Second, dark magic cannot revive the dead."

"If you destroy these two taboos, you will destroy the black magic itself."

Hook smiled and said, "All dark magic now comes from me, so I can't self-destruct dark magic."

The new king of Crete couldn't understand this, and he said helplessly: "My lord, am I really hopeless? I want to revive my true love, even if there are hundreds of women around me, but it's better than nothing. Get her alone."

Hook glanced at the woman in his arms, and suddenly said, "Who says a person can't be both life and death."

"All obsessions are powerful."

Hook waved his hand, the magic kitchen cabinet over there automatically opened, and the gourd-shaped glass bottle on the left-hand side of the second row automatically flew over. There was a flame burning inside the gourd-shaped glass.

"This flame is mixed with the heart fire of a murloc couple."

Hook said indifferently: "The fel flame that is mixed with the heart fire of someone who contains true love has some special characteristics. If you put this flame in your heart, then this flame can be in the heart of your true love. Burning, although it is an evil flame, the burning material is not evil, which will make the fel flame more powerful."

"This flame feeds on emotions."

Hook looked at him and said, "I recently discovered a good thing, the red fish you brought me."

"I believe that someone is using that kind of thing in the world... trying to become a god."

"And if my plan is successful, I can intercept his power to make my research successful..."

The new king of Crete widened his eyes, "Your research..."

"Let the dead stop being dead," Hook wrote lightly. "So, if you can help me, your favorite will have a chance to stop being dead."

The pupils of the new king of Crete suddenly narrowed. "Okay, okay...Lord Hook, I can do anything, I can promise you anything, and you can send me!"

"No matter what you want me to do, I should kill all the murlocs for her."

Hook said: "It's not that troublesome, put this flame into your palm, and when the time is right, it will help strengthen the control of Attila, and I can use this to invade the other party's sky-track ritual."

"Intercept power..."

"And at that time, the woman you want to revive can leave the state of death. Since the power of evil is too weak to open the barrier of death and life, I will use the power of the true love of you and your lover to condense the fel energy flame shock. The life-and-death barrier that gets in the way."

"It's just that in this process, your risk is too great."

The new king of Crete smashed the glass bottle and let the fel flames enter his palm.

He probably really loved the corpse in his arms.

Hook coldly watched the man's pain, thoughtfully, but was not touched.

'This is a backhand I arranged. Obsession is powerful, and the obsession of these two people will become my strength. ’

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Attila, who summoned the army, followed Hook's instructions and began to catch the red fish in the water.

Each of these red fish has a part of the bloodshot substance, and contains a module of memory of the sea king who finally won everyone 10,000 years ago. The more red fish you win, the more control you have over this ritual. high.

Near the Sea of ​​Death, Attila and his new army vie for a stake in these ceremonies.

A red fish entered the hands of Attila's army.