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The morale of the undead hardens the body and causes one to lose the will to fight.

Ordinary people will tremble in fear, and even hardened soldiers will feel fear in their hands.

But it was a completely different story for the old people fighting here.

Their life was about preventing fear.

Standing in front of the weak and defeating them was also their life.

Even when the undead were stuck together and magic flew, there was no trembling in the calm eyes.

The magic that flew at Klossel’s gesture dispersed like fog.

The necromancer who was dealing with him couldn’t even be shocked.

“Who said it was okay to open your mouth?”

Suddenly –

The sharp wind left stab wounds on his body.

“Remember, the only thing you can do in front of me is run away.”

The necromancer’s body disappeared in thin air.

Blink magic was cast.

But where he appeared, fire was already waiting for him.

The necromancer broke the ring on his hand and created a transparent membrane.

The magic was barely cast to destroy the artifact, but it was not enough to stop the flames.

Grumbling –

Burns that occur on the body as flames pass by.

A heavy wind blew in front of him as he moved his body to control the undead.

“Wow…!”

“He told me to just run away.”

Poseok –

The sound of breaking pierced the necromancer’s ears.

There was no time to check what was broken.

If you look away even for a moment, his body will disappear without a trace.

“Did the seven unfinished circles look like me?”

The air exploded as the magic became chaotically intertwined.

In the battle between the two wizards, Klossel had the advantage.

However, the necromancer was not easily defeated.

“….”

His expression was cruelly distorted as he ran away from the magic.

All that was needed was to place a curse on the World Tree.

The elves had no means to stop it.

You won’t even know where the curse begins.

Because high elves had already been losing that ability for a long time.

Fighting like this was something that was not in his plans.

“Profit…!”

Even the death knight’s disappearance was felt.

There is one more powerful person to deal with.

It was impossible to deal with them all at once.

If my life is going to disappear anyway, I will sacrifice my soul to complete the curse.

If the plan fails, you won’t be able to die even if you die.

The necromancer’s mana fluctuated and his heart exploded.

“…!!”

Closel, sensing that something strange had happened, hastily casted a spell.

The necromancer’s arms disappeared as the flesh exploded.

At the same time, the necromancer’s head fell to the floor.

It was Paramon’s Auror Blade.

It was an extremely neat move.

Even though the necromancer’s breath had been cut off, the eyes of the two old men were focused on him.

To be exact, it was the head of a necromancer that had fallen to the floor.

“….”

“….”

A person whose head is cut off dies.

That is the natural way of the world.

But the head on the floor was still moving.

A terrible voice like scraping metal came from it.

“The curse has already begun to move. Not even your magic can stop it.”

“…”

“…”

“Human magic cannot stop that…”

rattle –

The moving head stopped with the sound of a bell.

Only now has he completely stopped breathing.

“They are still a terrible group…”

Closel opened her mouth as if she felt uncomfortable.

Blowing off my arm was a long-standing habit.

Necromancers who were not dead like this used to cast magic with their severed bodies.

“Rossel, their scale is smaller than I thought. I have a feeling it might be an advance team.”

Clausel nodded.

Because he also had the same thought.

A curse hanging over the World Tree.

And the elves become weaker.

If it had been even a little later, we might have had to deal with a much larger enemy.

If that were the case, it would have been a difficult fight protecting the elves.

Paramon said, crushing his head with his foot.

“Clearly the target is not Elfman. And their plan is…”

Only Chris will be able to find it.

It was a thought that both old men had in common.

“…”

“….”

The two old men’s eyes were fixed on the floor and did not move.

Because I couldn’t bear to see it.

A frantic sound of bells.

The sound, which had always been kept at regular intervals, was shaking wildly.

If that were all, their heads wouldn’t have stopped.

I flinch.

Paramon’s hands formed into fists.

Chris’s screams mixed with the sound of bells.

The sound pierced my heart as if it was tearing it apart.

I have heard screams like that countless times.

People who lost loved ones cried like that.

“They clearly said that if you kill the necromancer, it will be released…”

They were two people who lacked nothing.

But when I was with Chris, I used to feel this helpless.

What would you do if you spent your whole life honing your sword and magic?

Not being able to properly help even one young person.

***

rattle –

rattle –

The bell struck the elf’s body at high speed.

It was awakening the soul and driving away evil things at the same time.

“Huh…!!”

To save the elf, you must remove the curse.

This curse comes from the resentment of the elves.

If you let go of resentment, the source of the curse disappears.

The problem is that this elf has no intention of resolving his resentment.

“Please…”

If it continues to encroach further, the soul cannot be restored.

rattle –

The curse that was creeping into the elf’s heart was pushed away with a drop.

I followed where the curse moved and waved the bell to herd it.

Did I follow the curse around like crazy?

Suddenly the tide began to change.

The necromancer’s soul began to dwell in the curse.

“Get out!”

The curse flinched at the shout filled with spirit.

“Where does this rotten bastard come in!”

You’re telling me you’re going to harass the elf like that and do this until you die?

For some reason, the soul that flowed silently was already becoming one with the curse.

This was unexpected.

I had no idea that magic could create such variables.

rattle –

rattle –

Originally, I was planning to persuade the elf to resolve his resentment on his own.

But now there was no time.

I had to let go of my resentment before that guy took control of the curse.

“Haa…haa…”

He placed his hand on the elf’s heart and shook the bell.

I put all my heart into making sure the sound of the bell could be heard clearly in her ears.

Instead, I will relieve your resentment, so look at me.

He waved the bell to tell me to throw it all away if it was too much to handle.

rattle –

Even if you whistle, only cursing gazes stick to you.

There was no elf soul anywhere.

“Eggplant…!”

The shaking of branches that I once felt.

I shook the bell again, clearing my noisy head.

Following the energy of harmony.

My arms waved like branches swaying in the wind.

Is it because it was a familiar calling?

I felt weak stares at my call.

Following that gaze, a sad feeling arose and I shook my head.

“Child…look at me.”

My mouth opened and words that were not mine came out.

And the moment our eyes met.

Deep sorrow came to me.

“…!!!”

Fear, horror, despair.

Numerous scenes ran through my head.

I couldn’t utter a single word in front of the deaths contained within.

There wasn’t even a scream.

It felt like someone else would die if I spoke.

rattle –

rattle –

I forced my mouth open and squeezed my throat.

Instead, the elf let out a scream that should have been made.

Is the sound coming from my throat correct?

It was the most terrifying scream I’ve ever heard.

“Haa…haa…”

I continued to hit my body with the bell while I was out of breath.

Resentment flowed through me endlessly.

Another terrible scream erupted.

This is the right thing to do.

It’s okay to cry when you’re sad.

If it hurts, you can scream.

If you can shake it off like that, there is nothing better than that.

I cried on her behalf, and I got angry on her behalf.

All these actions were the only things she couldn’t do.

rattle –

Time passed frantically.

I poured out my emotions to the point that my voice felt hoarse and cracking.

I felt the resentment that had been tightly coiled become soft.

I never thought I would be able to solve it all at once.

It is a great thing to let go of one’s resentment towards someone to this extent.

The most useless, but equally tough, thing is revenge.

“Ha…”

The soul was polluted and harmony was broken.

It was not the shape an elf’s soul would have.

I gathered my spiritual energy and pushed it into the bell.

Reminiscing about the harmony I learned.

rattle –

I flinch.

Her body flinched every time the bell rang.

The curse inside is struggling.

Since there is no room for the soul that has found harmony, it will be necessary to find a place so that it is not pushed out.

“Get out.”

rattle –

“Get out!”

He gained momentum and struck his body.

A dull sound rang out and something flowed from between her eyes.

It was a curse combined with the necromancer’s soul.

Wandering with nowhere to go.

It’s natural.

Even with an elf body, you can’t go back in, and there are a lot of gold strings hanging from the world tree.

“Um…?”

The situation was a little strange.

Something unknown was pulling it.

Drooling.

Whit –

I whistled and pulled him in.

“These miscellaneous things come in pairs…”

But before I even shake the bell.

The soul and curse completely disappeared.

“….Haa.”

I don’t know what happened, but the fate of that soul will not be easy.

“…Are you okay?”

It was the voice of old Paramon…

As expected, eyes full of worry.

“I didn’t pass out this time…though I missed my soul.”

“He must have been taken away by the demons.”

“Yes?”

“The priests said so. They are a people who sold their souls to the demons.”

“Huh…”

Looking at the situation, it seemed like it was over.

Irene is sitting on the floor with the unconscious necromancers tied up, and the elf is lying in front of me.

Both were fine.

“Wipe the blood away first.”

I knew there was blood flowing from my eyes.

“Not a reaction from the curse…”

It was just a burst blood vessel.

“It was so sad that I cried tears of blood.”