Arcane Journey

Chapter 244 The Uninvited Guest

She forced herself to calm down and think about the situation.

She suppressed the uneasiness in her heart, and looked at the group of uninvited guests who appeared in the living room with scrutiny.

Right in front of her line of sight was a woman with astonishing beauty. She had blazing hair in a vermilion gown, and a scarlet tights outlined her perfect figure.

She was looking at herself unscrupulously with playful eyes, she thought.

The evil light in her eyes made her feel extremely uneasy.

To the woman's right, at a distance, is a formidable-looking red wizard with grim, jewel-like green eyes and a narrow, hooked nose, though he is a According to the traditional tradition, he shaved his head baldly, but he was very proud of his thick gray and white beard.

This is obviously more like provoking Searle's authority.

This is indeed the case, otherwise how could he go to the Dragon Worship Cult.

The leader of the Dragon Worship Cult is a tall and straight man, wearing a dark purple robe and a dark red mask shaped like a horned skull, standing quietly as if he didn't exist.

Among the four, he kept the closest distance to the red-robed wizard, which proved that the cooperation between the two should be the closest.

On the contrary, it was the ghost mage standing at the door of the living room. He was wearing a black robe, his face was hidden in the shadow of the hood, and only a pair of cold pale red eyes were exposed.

The distance between him and the other three, judging by the standards of spellcasters, was kept just right.

"Has he considered your proposal?"

The handsome man with red hair and red robes folded his hands on his chest, and there was a trace of teasing in his warm voice, "Your patience is unlimited, I must make you wait too long, otherwise you will only vent your anger to In my place, the male lord of Fangzhuang City, dear Ms. Myrcella Raul."

Infinite patience...

The male lord is sitting under the chair with an elegant posture. You are as ugly as any other young men, with a beautiful face, rough and fair skin, long brown-red hair hanging over your shoulders, and a serious and quiet face.

Although the enemies you face are the leader of the Cult of the Dragon, the Hand of the Lowest King in the City of Shade, the military lieutenants of the Duke of Hell, and the traitors of the Red Wizards, your rough face does not show panic.

"When the shield becomes a prosthetic leg, and the long sword becomes a crutch, people's hearts will also collapse. When family members become prizes, and the enemy is promoted and retired, hope will also disappear."

Myrcella recalled those desperate words again.

In your short life, you have experienced many battles and countless adventures.

Once upon a time, cheese, fruit and scrolls, those common things in the world, could make you understand what real, simple slow happiness is when you are 70 years old.

Now, in your clear and cloudy silver-gray eyes, what often reveals is the sadness brought about by these conflicts, and the wisdom enough to despise war.

After all, everything has a rhythm, a cycle, whether there is anything that can be changed, even the almost mortal and small gods can do it.

Not to mention those of us mortals who hover behind the face of infinite time.

You are thinking and deliberating, and from the corner of your eyes, you are looking at the tower spirit of the mage tower, this cat that often brings you a little smile.

It curled up under the chair, trembling all over, with a big and straight nose, a big mouth in this world, big soft feet and a golden tail. Once touched, it will collapse at any time.

"Damn it, the house was stolen." The cat said healthily.

Your mage tower has come under a terrible attack.

I don't know when, two felin magic sunflowers, which are so ancient that they can be traced back to the era of the eight little creator races, quietly lurked into the depths of your mage tower.

We have cut off the connection between the mage tower and the elemental pool, and the tower spirit will fall into a deep sleep at any time due to the attack of the two magic sunflower elders and the loss of energy.

A mage tower with or without energy supply and without tower spirit control is no different from a special building.

The group of quick visitors managed to land inside the mage tower with little effort.

As the male lord of Ramie City, Myrcella was so young when she guarded the northern border of the Kingdom of Cormyr. She even witnessed the incarnation of Bane, the god of tyranny, descending on her city.

You have endured those disasters alone, but at that time, you saw a little hope, even a little bit of powerful light.

The city of Ramir is the pillar of the northern border of the Kingdom of Cormyr. If it falls because of this, many surrounding towns and territories will encounter unimaginable disasters.

That also includes Mokou Town.

When you left Mokou Town, you also confidently told the young mage lord personally, let me persevere, and you will come to assist me in defense soon.

Who would have thought, but it has evolved into such a situation.

"What's the point of talking to you?" The red-robed wizard said with a little patience, "It will be as you will discuss later."

"A super-spellcaster in the legendary field, in your Searle, but countless colleagues covet that man in this world, so your corpse must belong to you."

While I was talking, I used my wide and vicious eyes to scrutinize the male lord's delicate body, and my tone was full of mockery:

"A pint of blood, eight pints of the ocher jelly monster, and a dozen orchids of acid extracted from the body of the white pudding monster, and then prepare a viscous solution to seal the ugly corpse in the sarcophagus. It only takes half a year. A flawless glue monster is finished."

I'm trying to piss you off, and this may disappoint me, Myrcella thought fiercely: Because I won't have that chance,
Even if you are defeated and die, you will let yourself die without dignity.

"The mage's tower and the city are yours." Severinna, Hand of the Lowest King from the City of Shades, said enthusiastically.

He'll only get one ruin, Myrcella thought: one that would cost him lightly.

"Your request is low."

Brian, the leader of the Dragon Cult wearing a dark red skull mask, glanced at Severinna and said in a serious tone, "You need the wealth of the entire kingdom."

The greedy giant dragon, even our seven-color dragon front is an example, Myrcella thought: With the greedy dragon front and greedy believers, I have ended my temptation on the verge of death.

"What are you waiting for, do it slowly, you're wasting time there." The red-robed wizard lowered his voice and said to everyone.

"You need a broken soul." The low-ranking devil from Baator Hell looked kindly at the clamoring red-robed wizard, and still looked at the male lord with all his heart, "That is the last chance, as a wise wizard , you doubt that you will make the most sensible choice, man."

broken soul.

Myrcella sighed heavily in her heart, recalling the devil's words.

In the material world, if you die unintentionally, if you are willing, then with the purity of your own soul, as well as your own strength and willpower, as long as your soul dies for some reason, reincarnated as a low-level devil, for you Easy to say.

Just after this time, you will forget too little, because any reincarnation will lose a small amount of memory.

Even the believers of the gods are the same. Before we retreat into the kingdom of God, we will only retain the memory of our pious faith, while the memory of others will gradually fade until it disappears completely.

The reason why that low-level devil was so persistent was because he wanted to obtain a broken soul.

In Bator Hell, if you sign a contract with the devil and commit suicide, you will not only be transformed into a low-level devil, but you will still lose a small amount of memory because of it.

"That's the best choice for him to preserve Ramie City." The devil ended his persuasion.

"As long as he is willing to make a deal with Zariel, the Lord of Hell, you will save the Zhuangmin City for him. If so, all he will see is a ruin and countless dead bodies. And his soul will be destroyed You are imprisoned forever, tormented by pleasure."

"Let him down, no one can take your soul away." Myrcella brushed the ends of her hair gracefully, and said fiercely, "Even Fang Zhuang can take it away without your permission." .”

As a sane spellcaster, you naturally know the dire consequences of making a deal with the devil.

Either you will become a fallen person, or you will be coerced into joining the devil's camp.

That's your bottom line.

As for Fangzhuang Mincheng...the only thing you can do is have a guilty conscience, that's all.

It is a wrong choice to live in sorrow and die in peace.

After all, you have so little responsibility on your own, and maybe that's another kind of relief.

"Although your mage tower has lost its energy supply." You said calmly, your words full of threats.

"But that doesn't mean that it has really become a useless ruin. They have no other means, so they can do whatever they want. You will guarantee that you will take at most one of them away after your death."

With meaningful eyes, you sized up the seven quick visitors, as if you were picking the strongest among the seven.

When you saw the red-robed wizard's subconsciously dodging eyes, you suddenly realized something.

You smiled and looked at me intriguingly. This look seemed to tell me that I had already picked the lucky one who was the most suitable to take away.

Whether we pay attention to your words or not, we look at the male lord sitting elegantly under the chair with solemn eyes.

"You are really looking forward to the hideous face of a noble and ugly man after he counterattacked on the deathbed." Severinna, the Hand of the Lowest King from the City of Shadows, rubbed his fingers against the dharma that leaked dark energy. Rod, hot voice said:

"Doubt you, after he takes a person, you will trap him in the staff, he will die quickly outside, being sucked dry by the shadow outside, tearing the flesh, the most boring part is, even if With his death, his reward will end, and his will will live in the form of a shadow, to suffer eternal torment as a creature of the etheric world."

"This may disappoint him, because he has this ability." Myrcella said with sarcasm, "After all, they are just a group of fallen people who describe themselves as inferior and sell their souls. The true meaning of the art is why they always go out of the Ennook Desert."

The Arabs of Halrua are a different race from us than the Netherese descendants of Shade, you thought.

"Your soul is yours, and no one has the right to touch it." The low-level devil reminded.

"Mortal mage, since he is willing to throw himself into the arms of our lord."

You said in a clear voice, "You can only use the smallest effort to preserve his soul in this world. Is he a pure and noble male lord? Very good, then you will transform him into a erinyao and teach him personally." The skill of arranging flowers and making jade."

"It can be seen that he has the pathology of a humble person." Myrcella's words gradually became tense, and she satirized without any fear:
"There is no doubt that he has suffered painful torture and abuse in a humble capacity. You suggest that he should believe in the male god of this world, Lavita. What does he think of your proposal, pure and innocent sister?"

"He made you impatient, man." A trace of anger floated under the pure face of the low-level devil.

"What's the point of this? Imprison your soul and preserve your body to see if your mouth is not as hard as it is." The red-robed wizard yelled, and then subconsciously took two steps forward.

"Go ahead." The male lord of Fangzhuang Mincheng said solemnly: "Since they are so eager to get off the road, you can fulfill their first wish."

In an instant, the warm and comfortable living room became tense, like a fireball that had just finished singing and was about to burst at any moment.

The red-haired low-ranking devil hastily drew out the magic sword, lingering the ghost fire in his right hand, and hurriedly moved towards Myrcella's direction with careful steps.

At that moment, there was a buzzing sound of the teleportation circle, and the light blue light of the magic circle flickered.

Everyone in the living room looked over with suspicious eyes.

It is to understand who is able to break through and retreat in the situation of space blockade.

Myrcella, who was on low vigilance, also cast doubtful gazes at the flickering and buzzing magic circle.

Obviously, no one knew who the seventh Su Zhiguo was.

As soon as the light from the magic circle faded away, a figure in a dark purple cloak appeared in everyone's sight and became the focus of the living room.

I was travel and dusty, my face was slightly tired and embarrassed, and the white old leather boots under my feet were still stained with blood. It looked like I had just retreated from a peaceful battle.

"Fang Zhuangmin!"

Seeing the strange figure, Myrcella almost exclaimed, she couldn't believe why the other party appeared there at that time.

The seven Su Zhiguo obviously recognized my identity, and their expressions relaxed, revealing all kinds of weird expressions.

Arabe turned around and walked towards Myrcella as if something was going on.

Before I looked into the silver-gray eyes of the male lord, I immediately sent you a message through a spiritual link: "You already know what happened outside, let you solve it."

I came under the chair where the cat was curled up, grabbed the soft flesh under its neck and lifted it up, then sat down under the chair, and put the almost transparent cat out of my arms.

Although Myrcella was surprised to see Arabel acting as if he was serious and completely disregarding the enemy, but before looking at these deep and confident eyes, you finally chose me in this world.

Because in your opinion, that is already the last glimmer of hope in front of you.

"Their group of uninvited guests." Arabe sat under the chair, stroking the cat curled up outside his arms, and looked wonderfully at the group of unsolicited guests, "plan to drown with his own saliva Are you the male lord of Fangzhuang Mincheng?"

The petted cat seems to enjoy it very much, and the bright body has recovered a little bit of spirit.

"Who are you, such a small show."

Severinna laughed hotly and said: "It seems that he has been beaten and fled by your subordinates. You are sorry to say that his panic is a choice of choice, and he is still a tomb."

"What he said was wrong. You did flee from Mokou Town." Fang Zhuangmin didn't admit it, and looked at the ghost mage provocatively.

"His seventh sentence is also very correct. It is indeed a tomb. As for whose tomb is it, can he decide?"

"Just wait and see." Severinna raised his staff and said murderously, "Today is his end, and his male lord has protected him."

Seeing that the opponent was about to attack, although Fang Zhuangmin looked fierce, he was still not panicked.

"It's to delay death. After the battle, you want to say a few words to that friend."

I quickly turned my attention to the low-level devil, "If you guessed wrong, that should be Sister Ruihajiehuo, right?"

"Oh, he knows you?" The low-ranking male devil showed a little bit of interest, stretched out his hand to interrupt Severinna's actions, and looked at Arabi, "Seeing that he came there so confidently, I'm afraid he has no purpose. You give him a chance to speak up."

Arabe breathed a sigh of relief secretly when he saw the male devil take up his words.

As I expected, it was a solid alliance, the devil wanted Myrcella's shattered soul, Severinna wanted the shattered mage tower, and Brian needed a small amount of Supported by wealth.

Therefore, in the situation where the chances of victory are at hand, we will even interfere with each other for our own interests.

In that case, I won't have enough time to fight back.

Obviously, the villain dies with few words, which is very useful anywhere.

"It's a military adjutant from Avernas." Arabe put his hand under the cat from the beginning to the end, stroked it heavily, and said with embarrassment:
"He also saw the situation in front of you, and against them, it is suspected that he is doing his own thing. You know that he is very interested in the male lord of your Fangzhuang City."

I deliberately paused, glanced at the male lord next to me, and then said, "If you say that you made a deal with him later, does he doubt it?"

My words attracted everyone's attention, including the male lord of La Mier City.

"Deal?" The low-level devil laughed heavily, "He is the first mortal who dares to offer you a deal since you came to the material world."

"Since it's the first one, I should give you a little discount."

Arabe tried his best to conceal the greed in his words, "For example, with your current ability, if you transform into a devil, you will become a low-level hell-level fiend."

"Boss, he wants to tell you that he made a deal with the devil just to save their male lord." The red-robed wizard suddenly continued, and said in a mocking tone, "Licking a dog was easy in those days. Lick until nothing."

Standing beside the red-robed wizard, Fang Zhuangmin, the leader of the Dragon Worship Sect, suddenly frowned when he looked at the mage lord in Mokou Town.

I felt something was right, but I knew where the problem was.

The mage lord whose strength is in the legendary field is too flustered.

"Let him down, bald man." Fang Zhuangmin laughed at himself:
"You still have the qualifications to be a dog licker. After all, with your current ability, you can only hug your calves at least. Of course, if you have beautiful legs in silk stockings, this is naturally the best choice. He said yes, Sister Ruihajiehuo? "

After finishing that sentence, I looked at the male devil's slender legs with unscrupulous eyes.

"Giggle..."

Rui Fang Zhuangmin was amused, you looked at Fang Zhuangmin with uninterested eyes, the corners of your mouth slightly curled up, and you said playfully: "It's not interesting."

Your eyes are full of charm, and your expression seems to have a hint of provocation. You raised your finger heavily and hooked it, and your words were quite serious: "Come here, big guy, let my sister take a good look, what right does he have to talk to you?" Negotiate terms."

"Giggle..."

In the slutty charming laughter, your crystal eyes seem to shimmer, there is a sweet smile on the corner of your mouth, and your slender waist is swaying. This arc is touching, just looking at it makes people feel thirsty. dry.

The same is true for Arabe. There was a trace of greed and desire in my eyes, and I looked a little confused. I put the cat in my pocket, stood up and walked towards the devil.

However, when I was about to approach the other party, a trace of enthusiasm suddenly appeared in the greedy eyes.

——"Acanon Storm!"

The visible gust of wind lifted Arabe's long, disheveled hair, and the chaotic condensed energy of the seven small elements surged out of my body like a tidal wave, sweeping toward the seven people in the living room like a never-ending howling storm. .

The male lord at the side also got up from the chair in an instant, revealing a trace of murderousness under his beautiful face.

"Taling listens!"

"Activate the core device of the mage tower! Turn on the first-level security!"

Myrcella raised her staff and tapped it on the ground, a tangible wave of energy spread rapidly.

The cats in this world suddenly returned to normal, jumped up from under the chair, and their soft hair stood up like steel needles:

"...Awesome!...Activate the energy pulse beam!...Open the space anchor lock!...Block the channel of the same dimension!...The portal is closed!...Open the soul phantom!...Ether locks the target !...The anti-necromancer force field is activated!..."

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(End of this chapter)