This Lich Requests More Remuneration
Chapter 727 - 611: Chaotic Ritual, Fate’s Arrangement

Chapter 727: Chapter 611: Chaotic Ritual, Fate’s Arrangement

In the secret passages of the Royal Palace, to encounter an Elf was indeed unexpected.

Even with the Devil’s ambush just moments ago, it had the Dwarf King concocting all manner of dark schemes in his mind. But he quickly forgot about these things.

What a joke, Elves allied with Devils?

Even Corellon gone mad wouldn’t gamble the Elf Tribe’s reputation accumulated over so many years.

This Elf must have little to do with the Silvermoon Tribunal. Escape was the priority; whoever he was, it would be time to kill first and ask questions later.

No need to verbalize a command, just a glance, and the Dwarf Iron Guards charged towards the pale Elf. However, as they bellowed and charged forward, they ran past this pale Elf without acknowledging his presence, completely ignoring him.

"Illusion Technique?!"

The Dwarf King was taken aback. How had he failed to detect any change in Magic Power?

Vampires in dark tunnels should be highly sensitive, ordinarily immune to mere illusions, let alone being completely unaware of them.

Yet here it was—the guards, roaring as they dashed ahead, rushed towards a nonexistent enemy and quickly vanished at the end of the corridor.

No matter how much the Dwarf King shouted, they seemed not to hear him.

In the end, only the Dwarf King was left alone to face the pale Elf.

The Dwarf King knew something was wrong; this wasn’t an enemy he could confront. Without caring to hide his Power, his eyes turned blood-red and wings unfolded from his back as he flew in the opposite direction of the corridor.

Fleeing was the first priority. The subterranean corridors were a labyrinth with numerous escape routes.

He believed that this maze-like underground passage would cause the Elf to lose direction, just as long as he had a slim chance.

Wings whipping up a gale, the Dwarf King transformed into a streak of blood and fled backwards.

He half-expected the pale Elf to intervene, but found him making no move, allowing him to widen the gap between them.

Whether it was carelessness or underestimation, the Dwarf King’s only thought was to escape as fast as possible.

Soon, a corner appeared ahead.

The Dwarf King recognized the patterns on the corner; turning there would soon bring him to a fork in the path, where taking the right would lead to another exit of the corridor.

But as the Dwarf King rushed by the intersection, he was shocked to find the pale Elf appearing again at the end of the corridor.

Startled, the Dwarf King almost crashed into the wall but managed to stop, flapping his wings frantically. The pale Elf gave him a slight smile and said, "Why do you always think of running away? You’re a King, after all."

Yet the Dwarf King had no desire to speak, swinging his wings to fly back.

Since the day he had become a Vampire out of fear of death, he had thrown away all things related to courage, leaving nothing but greed and selfishness.

Facing this eerie Elf, the Dwarf King had no courage to fight, only thoughts of escape.

One turnaround, and then another. This short passage seemed cursed, familiar as it was, every choice led him back the way he came.

No matter how the Dwarf King struggled, at the end of the corridor was the pale Elf.

Not knowing how long he tried, the Dwarf King eventually collapsed on the ground, exhausted and unable to fly any longer. He struggled to his feet, teeth clenched, staring at the Elf and asking, "Who exactly are you? What do you want? If it’s wealth or power, I can..."

He tried hard to bargain, angling for some sort of exchange with the pale Elf.

However, the other simply placed a finger to his lips.

"Shh, don’t speak such boring words. I don’t need your wealth or power. I’m just here for you to do one thing, don’t worry, it won’t cost you your life."

The Dwarf King hastily said, "What is it?"

"Just take a look at this book."

The pale Elf pulled out a thick, black-covered tome and handed it to the Dwarf King.

Suspicious, the Dwarf King took it, and upon touching the book, he felt a sting in his hands as if burned by a hot iron. Instinctively wanting to throw the book away, he looked at the cover and was mesmerized as if under a spell.

The Dwarf King’s eyes turned into two swirling vortexes, the words from the book turning into floating runes that entered the eyes. Page after page turned rapidly until he reached the last one, with the final rune sinking into his gaze. The former swirls ceased to spin, solidifying into the image of a pale Skull without a lower jaw.

Kneeling before the pale Elf, the Dwarf King said with devotion, "Great Supreme God, your humble servant begs for your forgiveness."

The pale Elf showed a satisfied smile and spoke contentedly, "Good, come with me. They’re probably almost finished up there. Your Kingdom has been taken, trying to go back will be difficult."

The Dwarf King showed a surprised expression and asked, "Deity, why? I am still the King, I can offer the entire Kingdom to you."

"Fool, you’ve been outmaneuvered by that person. The moment you fled, this Kingdom ceased to be yours."

The pale Elf couldn’t be bothered to explain further, casually opening a Spatial Transmission gate, and took the Dwarf King through.

In the next second, they were inside a sinister castle.

The Dwarf King was still immersed in an intense spirit of devotion and couldn’t help but ask, "Deity, if I have already lost my Kingdom, what can I still do for you? Please tell me, I cannot bear the thought of being unable to offer myself to you."