Quadruple split.

Chapter 503 Darien Diesel
Shadow mages are a rare sect in the mage profession department. The number of people is extremely rare. Its origin can be traced back thousands of years ago. Today, there are no more than [-] shadow mages in the entire innocent continent. Among them, those registered in the mage guild Formal shadow mages accounted for [-]% of them, and the strongest one among them only had the strength of beginners, and he didn't even touch the threshold of a great magister.

And Pierce Scrimgeour is a shadow mage who has not been recorded by the guild, and he is also a real great magister.

There are no messy inheritances or restrictions. The practice method of shadow mages has never been a mystery. Whether it is related spells or corresponding knowledge, every mage guild's library has detailed information, but almost no one can read it in this way. You have gone too far on the road, and there are many talented people among those who hit the wall, so as time goes by, few people are willing to major in this thankless route.

But Scrimgeour is different. Although he was only a second-year student at the beginning, he started to study by himself because of the reason of "playing with shadows". People who have been promoted to high ranks gradually have some not-so-optimistic changes in their mentality, and this change has evolved into anger and anger after experiencing some unpleasant things, and then... like most of the second disease Similarly, he didn't think the problem was with himself, nor did he think that the problem was with the profession of shadow mage itself, but he said that this special precipice was the fault of the time.world.

So, just like many rather vulgar developments, Scrimgeour, who was not recognized and began to be cynical, left the Mages Guild. With the ability of a high-level mage, you can get enough food and clothing anywhere, and you will definitely not starve to death.

Later Scrimgeour experienced a lot of disturbing or heart-wrenching things. While advancing to a high level, his thoughts became more extreme. played a decisive role.

After that, he didn't make any further progress. After five full years, Stringer, who worked hard to hone himself, didn't gain anything at all. Although he could hardly be considered to have no worries about food and clothing, this was not what he wanted.
Later, by a certain coincidence, Scrimgeour met the first-class deacon of a Viper, and chose to join the gang without saying a word after the latter tempted him with the excuse that he could quickly improve his strength.

A few years later, Scrimgeour was successfully promoted to a second-class operator after all kinds of infighting, pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, conspiracies, PY transactions (crossed out), killing people and killing people, and giving gifts to guests. Using a large amount of resources in the organization, I abruptly moved myself from a high-level mage to a magister level, and then it went smoothly. I was promoted to a great magister at the age of forty without encountering any bottlenecks, and my status also increased. Became a first-class operator.

And the second-year boy who thought 'playing with shadows is cool' has long since disappeared, and now Pierce Scrimgeour has become an out-and-out villain, and a very powerful one at that.

Already able to freely control all those with the 'shadow' trait within a radius of [-] meters, he can kill everyone except himself with just a single thought, even the high-ranking monk Sergey, Lei, who wet his pants quickly Whether it's Kirk Hawkwood, the dragon-turned Motan, the awakened Jadka, or the rampage Anthony Dabs, none of them are likely to be spared.

If the strength gap between Mo Tan and others and Sergey is 250 and 1000, then Scrimgeour, who is two ranks higher than Sergey, must have at least [-] combat strength.

And now, the first-class operator who had lost his patience finally took action himself.

"You are all promising young people. Well, there is also an old-timer who seems to have finally broken through the bottleneck. Please accept my salute. I also have a long period of low period. If we change the occasion, we must have a lot of talk come."

Scrimgeour gave a mage salute to Jadka, whose face was sinking like water, then gently shook the dark and dull lantern in his hand, shook his head and said: "But it's a pity, you still have to save your lives here, I Unlike the trash next to me, I don't think it's wise to send you to the black workshop or that disgusting 'institution'. After all, if one of you survives in the black workshop and is even absorbed into the organization, As one of the perpetrators, I will become very embarrassed, and that beautiful half-orc lady, if she is sold to some strong man at a high price, or if she is taken into prison by some adult, she will say something bad about me , may lead to some bad consequences.”

"So I have to thank you?"

Ji Xiaoge curled her lips, and sneered at Scrimgeour: "Let us avoid insult and torture?"

The latter tapped the mask on his face lightly, and said leisurely: "It can be said that, because those two places really make people feel that life is worse than death, then, personally, I think it's time for the chat time to end."

"Wait a moment!"

Jadka, who was almost tied into a dumpling by those shadow claws, suddenly roared, gritted his teeth and said, "Do you know where this is?"

Scrimgeour shrugged his shoulders noncommittally, and lightly shook the lantern in his hand. The next second, six pitch-black shadow blades slowly rose from the shadow under his feet, and turned precisely towards the five and six members of the Wang Wang team. head.

"This is the Kasello Grassland!"

Jadkar, who was lying on the ground, turned his face sideways, stared fixedly at Scrimgeour, who hid his face under the mask, and asked loudly, "Do you know who I am?"

"A dying man."

Scrimgeour said flatly, and raised his other hand.

"My name is Jadka, Jadka Diesel, from the Diesel family!"

The old mage with his head pressed against the ground spoke quickly, and said neither humble nor overbearing: "If you kill me and my friends here, there will be no good end!"

"Is this your last word?"

Scrimgeour nodded slightly, and asked with interest: "I will definitely not end well? For example?"

"for example."

Jadka felt the trembling ground becoming more and more violent, took a deep breath, and smiled, "The anger of the Diesel family."

"What about the Diesel family? Not to mention that no one will know that I killed you, even if they do."

Scrimgeour sneered, swung his arms heavily, and threw out the six shadow blades that had already aimed at the eyebrows of several people, which could kill a high-level professional head-on, and said with a sneer: "How can you do this for you again?" What can a crappy mage do?"

puff~
The sharp blade that shot at Jadka was gently pinched out by a broad palm. At the same time, Mo Tan and the others felt that their eyes were blurred, and the shadows that were about to take their lives did not leave any trace The ground disappeared into the air, and the shadow that imprisoned him also disappeared unconsciously.

Scrimgeour was also feeling dazed before his eyes. As a great magister, he also didn't know what happened, so he lost contact with those shadows who were already in control.

He looked up stiffly, meeting the eyes of an uninvited guest who suddenly appeared in front of Jadka.
It was a middle-aged man with a face as sharp as a knife. His figure was about the same as that of Mo Tan before the dragon transformation. His beard was trimmed very neatly. He was wearing a set of dark silver luxurious plate armor. There are a lot of magic power marks printed on both sides of the shoulder pads, and an emblem is painted on the black cloak flying behind him. It is the head of two lions roaring at each other, their eyes and mane are all burning with raging flames.

That's the coat of arms of the Diesel family.
Whether it was Scrimgeour and Sergey, Mo Tan, Ya Ya, Ji Xiaoge, Dabs, or that Rex Hawkwood, they all set their sights on the sudden appearance in the middle at the same time. young man.

then
"Hey, grandson thief!!"

Jadka got up from the ground with some difficulty, and patted the back of the head of the man in front of him hard.

【what? ! 】

Ji Xiaoge and Dabs were dumbfounded at the time, the former's beautiful eyes turned around the mosquito coils, and the latter shouted at the old mage angrily: "Finally, someone who seems to be a positive character came, you scold him What are you doing!"

And then.
"Hey, Grandpa, I'm really sorry, I'm late."

The domineering middle-aged man turned around to look at Jadka, and lowered his head deeply: "Slap me."

"Can you talk over your head, brat, can I really touch you?"

Jadkar poked the middle-aged man on the head again.

"Hey, you said it, you said it."

"Can you make progress a little bit! It's fine to let those few low-ranking small households provoke, there are not a few people left on the racecourse who can hold the place! Did you have tea eggs in your head?!"

"No, no, Grandpa, please listen to my explanation. In fact, I am in charge of watching at the racecourse today."

"You have a long face, don't you? The majestic patriarch is proud to come to see the racecourse, isn't he? Why don't you shovel horse manure when you are so free?!"

"Yes, yes, grandpa, you are right."

"Don't talk back!!"

"Yes, yes, you are right."

"Where am I right!"

"Everywhere is right, everywhere is right!"

"Fart! I haven't been home for so many years, how could I be right everywhere!"

"Yes Yes Yes!"

"Ok?"

"No no no no!"

I saw that the man whom Jadka called 'the majestic patriarch' was nodding his head profusely with sweat, and was trained like a third grandson by the junior mage in front of him.

Everyone: "."

Ji Xiaoge suddenly came to his senses at this moment, and then limped to the side of Mo Tan who had just got up, and said in a low voice: "Well, isn't this the person we saw at the door of the Blue Carp's House before?" that."

"Well, it's him."

Mo Tan nodded slightly, and replied with the same volume: "No wonder I thought he looked familiar at the time, but it's because he looks a little bit like Jadka."

"So he is."

"Well, if nothing else, he should be."

"Darian Diesel."

The middle-aged man who had finally finished training smiled at Mo Tan and Ji Xiaoge, and nodded to Yaya and Anthony Dubs who collapsed on the ground: "The current patriarch of the Diesel family, thank you very much for your kindness to grandpa. I am very grateful for your care.”

Dabs, who had already fallen into a sluggish mode, blinked, shook his head in a daze and said, "You're welcome, you're welcome."

Mo Tan and Ji Xiaoge waved their hands with smiles.

"I remember you guys, I'm sorry I didn't reveal my identities to the two of you before, that's what Grandpa meant, um, but let's catch up on the old days later"

Darien Diesel smiled slightly, then turned to look at Scrimgeour not far away, and said lightly, "Who are you?"

"I am Pierce Scrimgeour, a first-class operator of Viper Chamber of Commerce."

Scrimgeour, who acted like a charismatic villain just now, was already at a loss for words. Under Darian's calm and indifferent eyes, he staggered back half a step, and said tremblingly: "I can explain , I can explain, Master Diesel, all of this is a misunderstanding."

"Two~"

Darian turned his head to look at Mo Tan and Ji Xiaoge, and asked gently: "Is this the person who hurt you and my uncle like this?"

Before Mo Tan and Ji Xiaoge could answer, Scrimgeour responded loudly: "No, no! I just trapped a few of them, and the injuries on their bodies were all caused by Sergey, not me!"

He panickedly pointed at Sergey, who was already stunned, the demeanor of the great magister was gone.

"Is that so?"

Darian didn't respond to him, but continued to look at Mo Tan and Ji Xiaoge, nodded slightly after getting their acquiescence, and said in a low voice, "So that's it, then"

He suddenly disappeared on the spot, and when everyone realized it, he had grabbed Scrimgeour's head and picked it up, then threw it into the sky: "You can die more quickly."

The ring on the thumb of his left hand shone slightly, and in the next second, a huge black shadow flew across the air, and then Scrimgeour's constantly struggling figure turned into dozens of pieces very evenly, smashing soundlessly. on the ground.

【Knight Skill—Shattering the Setting Sun】

Active knight skills

Requirements for mastering: Possess the occupation "Grand Lord" or the corresponding superior occupation, possess the skill "Extreme Chivalry", level 89 of two-handed weapon proficiency, physique 900, strength 1000
Consumption/Limit: 2000 stamina, holding a two-handed weapon

Effect: Make seven to nine extremely heavy slashes within 0.33 seconds, causing huge physical damage to the designated target within the user's attack range. Starting from the second slash, each slash will gain an additional 15% If the remaining HP of the target is lower than 35% of the upper limit of the user's HP, the subsequent slash will definitely trigger a critical strike, and 100% of the effects of [Crack] and [Bleeding] will be added. If the remaining HP of the target If it is lower than 10% of the upper limit of the user's health, and there are more than three slashes remaining, there is a 90% chance to trigger the instant death effect and shred the target's corpse. The cooling time is two minutes.

Trait 1: The final blow deals equal amount of fire damage.

Trait 2: Each slash has a certain chance of crushing any non-soul-bound equipment whose quality is below Unique Epic.

Trait 3: If the skill is used with one hand, the attack speed will be increased by an additional 100%.

Trait 4: Silent.

[Remarks: Theodore Diesel, the second-generation patriarch of the Diesel family, created it when he sneaked into the hostile forces and seized the confidential documents. ) found out that he had sneaked in. 】

Chapter [-]: The End
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