The Executed Sage Reincarnates as a Lich and Begins a War of Aggression

The destination was during a visit in the castle of Wang Du.

The elves are upset by the sudden metastasis.

They were trying to lean against each other and solidify in one place.

No sign of a strange imitation, so no explanation would be necessary.

"Demon King!

The entrance door opened and Grom showed himself.

He comes close with a rubbing hand.

"Welcome back. So, what happened to the group of examples..."

The greetings in an awkward state become butt blushing.

Finally stopping, Grom looks at the elves in surprise.

There was definite disgust there.

He's always at this rate against those other than the Demon King's Army.

It's an atmosphere that can even be intimidating if you leave it alone, so you have to stab the nail just in case.

"Grom, we need to talk"

"Yes! What is it!

When I called, Grom knelt and responded with pleasure.

I wish you would maintain this attitude at all times, but it's probably impossible.

As always, he is a strong loyal minister of habit.

Well, I can think about this area later.

I briefly shared my background and policy with Grom, who I hoped would be of some use.

"That's the Demon King. It's a boulder to take the unforeseen backwards and get both elves. They'll be happy to be under the command of the Demon King."

Knowing the situation, Grom says satisfactorily.

He seems to welcome the addition of new subordinations.

It must be the prosperity of the Demon King's Land that makes him happy.

I glance at the elves.

They were stiff with their breath lurking.

A clear fear is seeping into the gaze directed at Grom.

I'm going to forget about it because of what you say and do, but Grom is the highest undead.

Have the power to deal with multiple countries on a single horseback.

It is such a thing as to hunch death just by confronting it.

Such an undead is in front of us.

There is no reason for the elves to be afraid.

As far as the current situation is concerned, the dialogue between the two will be difficult.

I can only do something about this place.

That's what I decided. I give Grom my orders.

"We're going to intercept the Imperial Army. Ask for the formation of an army for that. Speak to Henry, too."

"I understand! We'll be ready in a minute!

Grom left the room in a flowing motion.

In contrast to the flashy operation, the door is closed without sound.

There is always no shortage of his extraction.

After numerous invasions, he understood the guidelines well.

This time we will soon have the right amount of combat power.

Grom is very good as a staff officer.

I pay attention to the elves who seem uncomfortable.

They were sitting with anxious faces.

Only the deputy chief behaves in style.

Though I wasn't sure what I thought on the inside, I was conscious not to look weak.

"... Well"

I walk over to the elves.

Concentrate their consciousness, roughly alerting them.

I'm going to digest what needs to be done before I'm ready to go.

I exercise one of several curses.

Countless rays were emitted from the void, and they hit one hand of the elves.

The well-researched take evasive action, but the rays follow relentlessly and capture.

Along with the roasting sound, the elves gave a distressed look.

When the light stops, they check their own hands.

On the back of his hand, there was a matching engraving.

"Hey, what..."

A surrogate chief holding the back of his hand turns to me for criticism.

All of a sudden, they gave me pain.

I can't help but be seen that way.

I answer unintentionally.

"It's a slave engraving. Now it's no longer a promise."

The engravings applied to the elves contain magical powers.

It had the effect of inhibiting treason against me.

I can inflict pain just thinking about it.

It was also possible to smother them as they were.

Furthermore, the engraving is automatically passed down to the descendants of the elves.

Its nature is close to spells.

It is practically impossible because it takes more than my equivalent of an operator to decurse it.

Now the elves have become my servants in fame.

I intend to affix the same engraving to their compatriots waiting in the woods of the world tree.

Naturally, a fierce rebellion is expected, but I don't care about that.

I heard the readiness and answer of the chief surrogate.

Respect her will and impose the appropriate punishment on the defying elf.

That would be the way the Demon King is.

The elves are looking at each other and touching the slave engraving.

He was pointing a mixed emotion of fright and hatred at me.

In the meantime, Acting Chieftain moves forward and speaks.

"Um, I'd like to go back to the woods and make this report..."

"Fine. I'll accompany you."

Explanation of the history will also be mandatory for the elves waiting in the World Tree Forest.

Before the Interceptors are formed, you should tell them that.

It would cause extra confusion if we put it behind us.

I just exercised metamorphotic magic and took the elves to the World Tree Forest.

There is a considerable distance, but the approximate position is known, making the transition easy.

Far west from the demonic kings' realm - there are forests ahead beyond the territory of a small country that has perished.

After a moment of floating, the area became forest.

Clear air with luxurious magic.

Signs of the Spirit were also clearly felt.

And the trees exude a sense of holiness.

perceive pain close to paralysis in the body of the bone.

This is a land that rejects the immortal.

Although the impact on me is negligible, the lowly undead will come to hinder my behavior.

When accompanying the Interceptor Army, you must perform the magic of protection on the serving undead.

The surroundings were surrounded by silence.

I can't even see any signs of battle.

He hasn't had a grudge with the Empire around here.

As I was observing the terrain, I sensed multiple signs of approaching.

Looks like he's trying to sneak up on me, but I can see the whole thing here.

So much so that the elves appeared on the trees.

They have a bow.

That number will not go down fifty.

We were quickly besieged.

I must have come to rely on it because of the enchantment of my enemies.

Quite a quick response.

"No, don't stop! If we get our hands on it here, we'll..."

Acting chief raises the voice of restraint as he panicked.

I'm afraid it's going to spoil my mood.

Just at random, she knew that all the elves on this occasion could be killed.

But the surrounding elves don't bow down.

I guess orders have been given to them, too.

That's what orders come from those who ignore the words of the chief surrogate.

A group of elves walked in the one-touch air from the front.

It is probably a heavy town of the clan, as it is accompanied by several seemingly escorts.

I pay attention to one of them.

He's an elf man with purple eyes.

It looks like the first half of the thirty and wears a robe that is simple but tailored with a superior cloth.

He had a face that made him gaze at his tough will.

At that time, old memories were stimulated.

Countless sights blink in the back of your brain.

I have a slight headache.

…………

Without putting physical and mental abnormalities on the table, I keep an eye on the elf man.

Again, it's not a mistake or an illusion.

Authentic, it exists there.

His name is Logan Lynn Freetilt.

To me in my lifetime, I was one of the few friends.