"You can satisfy any request of mine?" Thomas asked with a cold smile.
"Of course, I can satisfy any request. I am the Skeleton Prince, the future king of the Skeleton clan. As long as you can bring it up, I can satisfy you," the Skeleton Prince said confidently.
The Skeleton Prince believed that this time, it would definitely be able to convince Thomas.
No one did not like wealth, and no one did not like power.
It did not believe that these things would not be able to move Thomas.
As long as Thomas was willing to let it go, it swore that it would definitely bring people to flatten this place. Then, it would extract Thomas' soul and throw it into Hell to be burned with flames for 100 years.
It actually dared to force the dignified Skeleton Prince to such an extent. It was unforgivable!
"Hehehe." Upon hearing the Skeleton Prince's words, Thomas sneered.
He looked at the Skeleton Prince with a gaze that looked at a retard. "Do you think that a mere bit of profit can make me let you go? Dream on, just because you killed Arya, I will kill you completely. Go to Hell and be your prince."
The Holy Light Longsword in Thomas' hand fell.
"How dare you! I am..." The Skeleton Prince was shocked and angry. Its expression became ferocious and it wanted to threaten Thomas.
However, before it could say anything, the Holy Light Longsword had already fallen.
Crack!
The phylactery was cut into two pieces.
The shadow of the Skeleton Prince was blown away by the wind. The phylactery and the bones on the ground were also turned into dust.
A magic core rolled down.
"This time, it should really be dead." Picking up the magic core, Thomas let out a long sigh.
At the same time, he lamented that the Skeleton Prince was really difficult to kill.
All kinds of life-saving cards were emerging one after another.
If he did not have the indestructible Holy Light Longsword, and if he did not summon the Commandment Priest Arnold to restrain it, he might have really let it escape.
Fortunately, he was better and killed the Skeleton Prince on the spot.
At this time, Emma ran over crying, "Sir Thomas, Sister Arya, she..."
"Don't worry, Arya is an Elf. She won't really die." Thomas patted Emma's head and comforted her.
"Really?" Emma's eyes sparkled with tears as she looked at Thomas in disbelief.
"Of course. When have I ever lied to you?" Thomas said as he rubbed Emma's head.
After saying that, Thomas carefully picked up the seeds that Arya had dropped on the ground and quickly walked into the Elven Archers' Barracks.
Although the camp did not look big from the outside, the space inside was unusually wide. It was the size of a football field.
The camp was filled with all kinds of tall trees. Small wooden houses were built on the huge trees. This was the home of the Elves.
In the center of the camp was a clear spring. The gurgling spring water flowed out from the ground, forming streams that flowed throughout the entire camp.
Thomas carefully put Arya's seed into the spring water.
Emma watched with wide eyes.
In the blink of an eye, the seed took root and sprouted, slowly turning into a small sapling.
The sapling kept growing.
It grew taller and bigger.
Finally, it turned into a towering tree.
On the tree, a pink bud formed.
The bud grew bigger and bigger, and finally bloomed.
A beautiful figure appeared in the center of the flower. She stood tall and graceful like a goddess descending.
It was Arya.
"It's Sister Arya," Emma exclaimed.
Arya opened her eyes. She looked left and right, then waved to the sky.
A few leaves fell from the tree trunk and covered her body, turning into armor.
A branch fell off and fell into her hand, turning into a bow and arrow.
A rainbow appeared at the right time, connecting from the petals to the ground.
Arya stepped on the steps formed by the rainbow and slowly walked in front of Thomas.
Arya knelt on one knee and said sincerely, "Dear Sir Thomas, thank you for saving me."
She knew that if Thomas did not bring back the seed, she might really die.
It was Thomas who resurrected her.
"You're welcome. You're my subordinate, and you sacrificed yourself for me. As long as there's a slight chance, I will naturally try my best to resurrect you. Even if I have to enter Hell and snatch you from the God of Death, I will not hesitate," Thomas said.
"Sir Thomas." Arya was so moved that she didn't know what to say.
"Alright, stand up. Eh, your strength seems to have increased?" Thomas looked at Arya in surprise.
"That's right. After I died, I coincidentally broke through a bottleneck. After that, I was soaked in the Spring of Life, and my strength increased. Now, I'm already a level 3 Forest Ranger. Not only has my physical fitness greatly increased, but I've also mastered some spells," Arya said.
"Is that so? Show me."
Hearing Arya's words, Thomas was also interested.
Arya pointed at the forest with one hand, and a few leaves fell, turning into a few Rat-Men who pounced on the crowd.
Seeing the Rat-Men, Emma immediately took out a bow and arrows, ready to attack.
"Don't worry, this is a training target."
As she spoke, she took out her bow and put three arrows on the string.
"Multiple Shots."
With just a slight glance, she shot the arrows.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The three arrows shot out and each hit a Rat-Man.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The three Rat-Men who were hit turned back into fallen leaves.
At this moment, a few more Rat-Men rushed in front of Arya.
"Runic Jump."
The tip of Arya's feet touched the ground, and she directly leaped into the air, jumping more than ten meters high.
She did a somersault and easily landed on the top of a big tree.
And where she had been standing, a huge magic array appeared.
Those Rat-Men who stepped into the magic array seemed to be stuck on their feet, unable to move at all.
"Flash!"
With a soft cry, a bundle of light emerged from her palm.
The light was extremely dazzling, instantly causing those Rat-Men to lose their vision.
"Burning Arrow!" Arya nocked another arrow, but this arrow was burning with raging flames.
Whoosh!
The arrow hit the Rat-Men, and the raging flames burned that Rat-Men into ashes.
After shooting all the targets, Arya jumped in front of Thomas.
"Sir Thomas, how do you feel about me?" Arya said and tilted her head, like a little girl waiting for praise.
"Very good, very good. You have grown beyond my expectations."
Thomas nodded in satisfaction.
To be honest, Arya had given him too many surprises.
Not only had she advanced to level 3, but she had also mastered two more spells, Multiple Shots and Burning Arrow.
With these two spells, Arya's strength had a qualitative increase. Thomas believed that in the future, Arya would be the sharpest sword in his hand, sweeping away all evil.