I am a Scarecrow and the Demon Lord of Terror!

The abyssal warriors laid weakly on the ground, their hearts filled with fear. At that moment, the Black Scarecrow had already begun to fuse with their hearts.

Flanders discovered an interesting phenomenon. The physiological structure of these abyssal warriors was very similar to that of humans.

Their appearance was similar, but the structure of their bodies were also similar. He thought for a while but still could not figure it out.

Who cares? It was not important. These abyssal warriors just had to listen to him.

The abyssal warriors completely submitted to Flanders. They began to contribute fear points to Flanders continuously.

Rattle!

"They are really ten fat lambs!"

Anyone who had inexplicably gained a huge harvest would be extremely happy. Flanders was the same.

At first, Flanders was worried about the S rank Mage Birch of the Salko Temple. Now that ten new abyssal warriors had joined, he was full of confidence.

So what if he was S rank? I have S rank as well. I still have more than a dozen A rank extraordinary warriors. I'm just waiting for Birch to take the bait.

In the Salko Temple branch of Renzburg, Birch met his disciple, Pleater.

"Teacher, I've already investigated it clearly. Cracks have appeared on the ghost altar due to the lack of maintenance over the years."

"The cracks are very big. Only teacher can fix it, I am stupid!"

After listening to Pleater, Birch felt a little proud. Graham did not report anything, so he must have gained nothing.

At the critical moment, his disciple was still reliable. It seemed that he had to train Pleater more in the future.

"Pleater, my disciple. You are a very talented person. Sooner or later, you will surpass me."

Birch really liked Pleater. Otherwise, he would not have accepted him as his disciple.

"Pleater, I was supposed to let you rest for a few days, but a crack appeared on the ghost altar. This is too serious."

"Let's set off immediately and eliminate the risk as soon as possible to avoid bringing trouble to the temple."

Setting off immediately was exactly what Pleater wanted. He was worried that Birch would be delayed for two days.

Graham and Pleater looked at each other and saw the satisfaction in each other's eyes.

Pleater secretly swore that he would do it beautifully this time and let his master see who was the most reliable talent.

Seeing that Pleater was getting ready to set off, Birch was very satisfied with this disciple.

A disciple who took the initiative. This kind of excellent quality was something that any master would like.

The convoy set off in a mighty manner!

They set off in the morning and arrived at the entrance of the ghost lair in the afternoon.

Materials of all sizes were removed from the vehicles. These materials were used to repair the ghost altar. They were all wearing a mysterious cloak. This cloak could hide their aura in the ghost lair.

It would reduce the probability of being discovered by the ghosts. Of course, there were so many people who were not afraid of being discovered by the ghosts. However, it was better to have one less thing to do.

This time, everyone wore this cloak. Pleater led the team in front of him.

Birch was in the middle. He did not want to walk. He was being carried by someone. He was a little older, and this was the only way to show his dignity.

Birch was a person who was greedy for power. He liked to hold power, but he did not like to take responsibility.

This was also an important reason why he could not become the grand elder of the temple. In fact, even if the current grand elder of the temple, Brighton, died, it would not be Birch's turn.

The old temple master's vision was very sharp. He would not give Birch a chance. Once a person like him ascended the throne, it would not bring any benefits to the Salko temple.

In fact, the old temple master had already set his eyes on two people. One was Graham, and the other was Pleater. Both of them were so outstanding that the old temple master was at a loss as to which one to choose.

Bikir had no idea what the old temple master was thinking at all. He was still dreaming of becoming the temple master, and he was destined to fail miserably.

"Why is there not a single strange creature along the way? This is too abnormal!"

Birch asked Pleater. He had been to the ghost lair more than once and could be said to be quite familiar with this place.

"Teacher, I'm not too sure either. When I came here last time, there were still a lot of strange creatures wandering around."

Graham said that he was not sure either, which aroused Birch's suspicion.

There must be something fishy going on here.

"It's dangerous!" Birch immediately entered a nervous state.

"The spirit extinguishing magic barrier may have failed! The ghosts here have recovered their ancient memories."

Pleater and Graham listened to what Birch was saying, but neither of them stopped moving forward.

"Stop! We can't go any further!"

"If we go in again, we might all die in the ghost lair."

Birch did not want to die. He still wanted to be the temple master. However, the entire team did not stop. They kept moving forward.

"Stop! If you don't stop, you'll die!"

Birch had already gathered magic power in his hands. If the whole team took one more step forward, he would start killing without hesitation.

What disciples? What subordinates? If they did not listen, they would all die!

Graham waved his hand, and the whole team stopped.

"Elder Birch, I'm afraid you're worrying too much."

"What's the level of the ghost strange creatures? What's your level? It's like the difference between an ant and an elephant."

"I don't think there's any danger!"

"Yes, master, there won't be any danger!"

Hearing their conversation, Birch broke out in cold sweat.

As a master, how could he not know what his disciple was thinking? Pleater had always wanted to surpass Graham.

Just like how he had always wanted to surpass Brighton when he was young, otherwise, he would not have taken Pleater as his disciple.

Now, the two of them were actually saying the same thing. Either they had been replaced, or they had been controlled by someone else.

No matter what the situation was, it was not what Birch wanted to see. Just as Birch was about to start a massacre...

An extremely strange laughter rang out, and Birch could not help but turn his head to look.

Rattle

"As expected of an S rank expert, his reaction is indeed extraordinary!"

"He discovered the abnormality so quickly. Unfortunately, it's too late!"

Birch followed the voice and saw a golden scarecrow rushing over from the depths of the catacombs!

"Scarecrow! Good! Very good!"

"None of you can think of leaving today!"

Birch was quite confident in his own strength. The difference between an A+ rank and an S rank was not something that could be easily made up with numbers.

"Good! Good!"

"Let's see who can't leave today!"

Speaking of battles, Flanders was energized. He had never fought an S rank existence before.

He was also very curious if he could withstand the attacks of an S rank mage. His entire body was excited.

With a wave of his hand, a few Black Scarecrows charged towards Birch.

"Hmph! Petty tricks!"

A light blue magic shield appeared on the surface of Birch's body.