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Ancestral Witch Oath
Although Ye Fei despised the Magi for distorting the truth, his purpose in coming here this time was to gather information about the Magi. In order to gather information, he had to first gain the trust of the silver figure to prevent him from lying and deceiving him.
Ye Fei could only try his best to act like an honest person. He nodded in realization and said, "Senior, you were testing me just now, but your methods were too cruel. I almost couldn't endure it. Senior, since it's a test and I'm injured, the medical fees... "
"Shut up!"
The silver figure's mouth twitched. It was one thing for this human to act recklessly, but he even dared to ask for compensation. He even had the urge to kill Ye Fei with a spell.
But when he thought about how he still needed Ye Fei to help him escape from the Emperor's Tomb, the silver figure suppressed his anger and said in a low voice, "You passed the test, which means that you are fated with the Witch Tribe. I have already decided to take you as my disciple. Is this not compensation?"
"It's not!"
Ye Fei said confidently and pointed at the wounds all over his body. "Even if it's a test, my injuries are too terrible. You want to teach me witchcraft because you still want me to save you. But you have to take responsibility for my injuries. Otherwise, we will break up!"
He did as he said.
Ye Fei patted his butt and stood up. He turned around and prepared to leave. This negotiation was a business deal. This Sorcerer had tortured him so badly just now. Even if he couldn't defeat him, he had to viciously disgust this Sorcerer and vent his anger.
"It's not my style to be at a disadvantage!" Ye Fei thought to himself with a cold smile.
The silver figure's eyes darkened and he shouted angrily, "Stop right there. Do you think you can come and go as you please in front of me?"
"What? If you want to kill me, then kill me. If I frown or cry out in pain, it's my loss! "Ye Fei turned around coldly.
Even though the guardian elder had asked him to follow the silver figure's instructions to obtain information, Ye Fei did not intend to give in to this Witch.
From the way the Magi had tortured him, he could tell that the Magi were a cruel race. When dealing with such a race, being weak would only lead to greater bullying.
Sure enough, when the silver figure saw Ye Fei acting like a troublemaker and actively seeking death, he was so angry that his heart trembled. However, he did not dare to really kill Ye Fei.
"Very good. Seems like you've made up your mind. I have to rely on you in order to leave this Emperor's Tomb. Aren't you afraid that I'll continue torturing you with my Shaman Arts after we leave?" The silver figure stood up. Although only half of his body was intact, the aura he emitted was still like a mountain, full of oppression and majesty.
If it had been an ordinary warrior, just this aura alone would have been enough to cause their mind to waver and allow themselves to be manipulated by the Warlock. However, Ye Fei was different. After the battle of wits and courage with the Blood Demon, he was already familiar with the aura of a Martial Emperor. Most importantly, from the Warlock's attitude, he was certain that the Warlock would not dare to kill him. This was where his confidence came from.
In the face of the Warlock's threat, Ye Fei coldly warned, "Aren't you afraid that I'll do something when you leave?"
"How dare you!" The silver figure was full of murderous intent.
"Let's see if I dare or not!"
Ye Fei also scowled coldly.
Just like that, the two of them stared at each other.
Finally, the silver figure's murderous intent disappeared. He said coldly, "Sit down and talk. As long as you help me escape, I will definitely not harm you. I will even take you as my disciple. I'll do what I say!"
"Compensate me for my medicine first, then we'll talk about saving you. Remember, you're the one who's begging me now!" Ye Fei patted the non-existent dust off his clothes and sat down again.
The silver figure's face stiffened. Then, he squeezed out a smile. He took out a blank scroll from the void and placed it in the middle of the room. "I can give you benefits, but you humans have always been cunning. Words are no guarantee. Do you dare to sign the Witch's Oath with me?"
"What's the Witch's Oath?" Ye Fei asked curiously.
The silver figure said, "That's the highest oath we Warlocks can make. Once it's made, we can't go back on it. If we violate it, we'll immediately be turned into ashes and consigned to eternal damnation!"
"It's that serious?"
Ye Fei was secretly shocked. He understood that the Witch's Oath was similar to the Heavenly Blood Oath. Once it was made, it was very difficult to go back on it.
"It seems that this Warlock is also afraid that I'll do something when I save him. However, if I want to get information from the Witch Tribe, I have to gain this fellow's trust …"
Thinking of this, Ye Fei decided to take a risk. He nodded and said, "We can make an oath, but I want to know the contents of the oath. Also, it has to be written in our human language!"
Ye Fei's attitude was very firm.
"Damn you, treacherous human!" The silver figure was extremely angry. He originally wanted to use the Witch Tribe's language to trick Ye Fei. However, he didn't expect Ye Fei to be so smart and take precautions in advance.
Knowing that it was impossible to tamper with the words, the silver figure was very carefree. He directly bit his finger and dripped a drop of silver blood.
The blood quickly turned into a pile of distorted words following his incantation and appeared on the scroll. "The first clause of the Witch's Oath is that once you help me escape from the Emperor's Tomb, I'll take you in as my disciple. There's no problem with this, right?"
"There's a problem. I'm a warrior and a human. Can I really learn Witch Arts? Don't lie to me!" Ye Fei took the opportunity to ask.
The silver figure said in a cold tone, "Any Warlock who dares to lie in the Witch's Oath will definitely die a horrible death! Don't worry. Ordinary people can't learn Witch Arts. However, you're a person abandoned by the heavens. You can definitely learn it! "
"A person abandoned by the heavens can learn it? Why? "Ye Fei was a little surprised.
The silver figure's expression was cold and he didn't answer. He chanted the incantation and continued writing, "The second clause is that if you become my disciple, you'll abandon your position as a human. From now on, you'll do everything for the benefit of the Witch Tribe. Can you abide by it?"
"Wouldn't that make me a traitor?"
Ye Fei was secretly unhappy. However, he had heard from the Guardian Elder that the group of traitors from the Hall of Life and Death had signed a similar Witch's Oath.
At the same time, the Witch's Oath was indeed the highest oath for Warlocks. It had an absolute binding effect on those below the Grand Warlock and Martial God Realm. It also had a partial binding effect on those above the Martial God Realm.
The Guardian Elder had also told him that if the silver figure made such a request, he would agree to it. Ye Fei nodded and said in a deep voice, "That's not a problem. However, I want to add one more condition! I can agree to become your disciple and learn Witch Arts from you. However, we have to sign an oath. You have to compensate me for my loss and answer all my questions. "
"What do you want to ask?" The silver figure's eyes were suddenly filled with vigilance and a little bit of suspicion.
Ye Fei's expression didn't change. He said coldly, "You want me to work for the Witch Tribe. I have to know if the Witch Tribe is worth it for me to work for it?"
"Alright, you can ask questions. However, it's limited to three questions!" The silver figure didn't give Ye Fei a chance to continue bargaining.
The last of his blood coagulated on the scroll. The scroll represented the Witch's Oath. It suddenly emitted a deep black light.
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