The dark sky enveloped the earth, and the turbulent waves washed over the cliffs over and over again.

At the top of the cliff, Rowling was looking at everything below, but she couldn't stop worrying.

"Prophet Mexiga." Rowling asked eagerly to the people around him, "How should I deal with all this?"

"These things have nothing to do with you, you are focusing on unnecessary things." Beside Rowling, the skeleton in a dark blue robe answered slowly.

"I can't just sit and watch, I want to help them." Rowling said firmly, "Please tell me, how can I wake up North's consciousness from Erich's control?"

"If you want to know that, all right..."

The purple light flashed from the top of Mai Xijia's head.

Mesika raised her hands and faced the sea in the distance: "I saw the leaves falling from the sky, the dying roses, and the ships sailing in the storm and then flooded."

Rowling was a little anxious: "What do these mean?"

Messija sighed: "Erich also has the power of enlightenment. My ability is interfered by him. I can only get these fragments. The results of the analysis may not be accurate."

"What should I do?" Rowling asked anxiously.

"You don't need to do anything." Messija spread out her hands and explained, "I don't want to say that, but the result of the revelation is like this. You don't need to do anything."

As he said, Mexijia let out a deep laugh: "Maybe soon, Rod will take the initiative to get rid of Erich, and you don't have to worry about this anymore."

Hearing what Mexijia said, Rowling was just about to say something, a dark figure attracted her attention.

"I need some enlightenment, Prophet." The dark shadow that came suddenly said slowly, and at the same time, he seemed a little surprised, "Rowling, are you here?"

"Brother..." Rowling recognized the identity of the person who came, and said with some surprise, "I have some doubts and need to be answered by a prophet. If you have any important things, please ask first."

Rod, who was called out by Rowling, nodded. After placing Margaret and her magic eyes, Rhode walked through the two-way monument and came to the plane of water, preparing to get inspiration from the prophet before the decisive battle with Eli.

"How did the sky here become like this? It doesn't seem to be caused by the darkness of the sky." The doubt in his heart made Rohde couldn't help asking Rowling.

What puzzled Rod was that the originally bright sky above his head disappeared. Instead, it was a dark sky, as if a rainstorm was about to come. This was not the effect of a dark sky.

Rod recalled that when he led the first batch of Necromancers here not long ago, the sky on the Elemental Plane of Water was fine.

"Isn't it always like this here?" Rowling was also puzzled.

"Forget it..." Rod's mouth twitched, and instead of continuing to ask, he looked at the prophet aside, "I need enlightenment about you."

"You didn't listen to the words of that lich, and dug out the enlightenment crystal above my head. It really surprised me." Mai Xijia said slowly.

"How can I listen to the enemy's words?" Rod said dismissively.

The skeleton in front of him shook his head, did not comment, but changed the subject and said: "What do you want to know about?"

"About the next battle." Rhode looked solemn and said in a deep voice, "Eri is ready to face the battle. Even the most powerful Guardian has been awakened by them. I want to know. Can I win?"

Following Rod’s words, Mexijia’s head burst into a strong purple light, and even the surrounding darkness was completely dissipated by this purple light. It seemed that only this light remained in the world.

"The current Eri is shrouded by a powerful force... My enlightenment can't get the most accurate result." Mai Xijia raised her hand, covering the top of her head, her hoarse voice trembled so hard to hear. Qing: "I saw people walking behind the calm sea with bubbles and black mist, and...light."

"Light?" Rod was puzzled and hurriedly asked questions.

"Yes, light..." Mai Xijia explained, purple light pierced through the gap in her finger bones, and she let out a dull gasp, "The light that covers everything, quiet and holy. But for undead creatures, this light , Does not seem to be a good thing."

Rod's face was heavy, and Mesika's words caused him some bad memories.

Rod recalled that in the game of the previous life, the one that ended the necromancer power in the second expansion was the aurora that wiped out all corpses in one fell swoop.

Even now, Rod still couldn't think of any way to fight the aurora. If the aurora really falls, leaving it to those corpses, I'm afraid it won't end well.

Fortunately for Rhodes, in the previous game, the reason why the aurora descended was because the capital of Alasia was attacked. At this time, Rhodes chose to attack Eri, far away from Alasia. , Maybe there will be no exception.

It's just that the angels seen in Margaret's ceremony made Rod faintly uneasy, wondering what would happen next.

"I see a crisis... you are being shrouded in a deep crisis. If you are not careful, you will lose everything in the past." Messijia warned, "At the same time, there are also opportunities in the crisis... If it succeeds this time , Even if the end is coming, you don’t have to worry about it."

"What should I do? To get the best result?" Rod asked in a deep voice. He wanted to get the answer from Mexijia.

"I don't know. I have already told you all the results of the revelation. What you should do depends on your own choice." Messija shook her head, with a bit of weight in her words, "Fortunately, This plane is safe, and the crisis will not spread here for the time being...Even if you fail, the creatures here will be fine."

Hearing Mexijia's words, Rod was silent for a long time before raising his head and then meeting Rowling's gaze.

Rowling opened her mouth, as if she had something to say, but was interrupted by Rod's words.

"You stay here." Rhode ordered.

Rowling paled for a while, and stepped back involuntarily. Suddenly, she seemed to think of something. She lifted her head and looked at Rod firmly: "No."

A strong momentum spread from Rowling, and Rod's eyes suddenly condensed. What surprised Rod was that he actually felt the aura of a high-level professional from Rowling.

Not a Lich, but a Tier 6 profession that Rod has never heard of, advanced through the Necromancer.

"Why..." Rod said unexpectedly.

"All the time, I can only look at you from a distance, staying alone in the city, praying for you to return safely." Rowling's words contained an unshakable will, "This time, I will fight with you. ."