The Merry Evil Emperor of Another World

Chapter 242 Conspiracy VS Conspiracy!

As soon as the words fell, a strange and sinister voice came from the tower: "Who dares to speak of the God of Light here?"

When everyone heard this, their hairs stood on end. Bapil was overjoyed, and hurriedly nodded his toes, and shouted loudly: "Your Excellency, the great master of the dead, it is me, Bapil! I have brought your favorite gift to visit !"

Seeing Bapil's happy expression as if seeing his old lady, Chu Mo and others looked very strange. They looked at each other and stood aside silently.

"Bapil, it's you, haha! Hurry up, bring me the gift I like, quack!" There was excitement in the sinister voice, and he laughed immediately.

"Yes, Your Excellency the Great Undead Master!" Bapil was overjoyed and said piously.

After speaking, he motioned for everyone to follow him.

A black light lit up, and an inconspicuous small door at the huge black tower suddenly opened.

Looking at the endless darkness inside, Bapil's eyes the size of sesame seeds showed bursts of joy, and immediately said: "Everyone, please come in!"

Everyone looked twice, and slowly entered the tower one by one while maintaining their formation.

I don't know how long they walked, and the longer they stayed in the dark, the more depressed the crowd became. There were not only constant screams, but also the disgusting smell of corpses.

Looking at Bapil who was still excited, everyone couldn't understand why he was still so excited, it was like taking a stimulant.

Soon, they came to an empty room that lacked red light, and the air here was filled with a strong smell of blood.

The blood around Chu Mo couldn't help but licked his tongue, and said to Chu Mo in a deep voice, "I like this feeling, it's very cool!"

"Just settle the matter here!" Chu Mo nodded, and said through a voice transmission.

Hans is leaning against the orc warrior Iaquinta at the moment. He is a priest and has a natural repulsion to darkness. Now he is suppressed by this strong smell of blood and a large number of dark elements around him, and his breathing is very uncomfortable. His complexion was a little pale, but after a fight, Iaquinta and Hans had a very good relationship. The two were like so-called heroes who cherish heroes. They would still fight occasionally, but after the fight, they supported each other and laughed loudly. At this moment, Iaquinta saw that Hans' expression was not right, so he quickly leaned against him to support him.

Hans nodded gratefully to Iaquinta. Bean felt the smell of blood around him, and he had already woken up. He was standing beside Iaquinta, and his slender fingers had already gently grasped a feathered arrow.

Kadi and Nabalu held the long sword tightly in front of Zeng Xiaoren.

Nabanick stood in the middle, Chu Mo and Xue stood aside, and fat Bapil stood in the front.

"Quack! Bapil, you finally brought the tonic I wanted!" An unpleasant voice suddenly sounded from the wall not far away.

Then, under the surprised expressions of everyone, there was a strong rupture, and a skeleton mage wearing a black magic robe and holding a whip appeared in front of everyone. His rotten jaw was moving, and the sound was obvious. That's how it came out...

Bapil completely ignored his body that was fatter than a bucket, and ran to the skeleton mage at a speed of 100 meters per second. His eyes the size of sesame seeds rolled rapidly, pointed to Chu Mo behind him and said, "This is the new The supplements brought, three magicians, one orc warrior, one human warrior, two human swordsmen, one human archer, and one human thief."

"Quack! Very good, Bapil, my faithful servant, you are doing very well, very well!" The skeleton mage said with a happy smile.

"Hey, old boy, what do you mean? We are your so-called tonics?" Zeng Xiaoren shouted at the moment, relying on the protection of the crowd, not afraid of heaven and earth.

"A group of boys with no hair at all, you want to play tricks with me, Bapil? Hehe!" Bapil said with a wicked smile.

"I think Mr. Bapil, you should tell us the truth this time!" Chu Mo said calmly.

"Hey! It's a good thing to be the head of the team. I have a bit of courage, so why not tell you!" Bapil said with a big smile.

It turns out that this Bapil is not only a slave trader, he came to the primeval forest by coincidence a few years ago, and wanted to catch some monsters for sale, but was caught by the necromancer here, in order to save his life, he would do anything , first offered his group of mercenaries as gifts, and then he completely surrendered to the necromancer. Of course, the necromancer also gave him benefits, such as some magic props he made or some of the magic props he collected. For example, you must know that a necromancer has a longer life than ordinary people, so they have a lot of treasures. Bapil, who has a long-range light, not only cooperates with necromancers, he also wants to have a young body, so in With the verbal consent of the necromancer, he worked harder to cooperate with the necromancer. After all, what the necromancer researched on the land of gods and demons was to blaspheme the dead. They can delay their own lives, and naturally they can also delay the lives of others. With such an idea, Bapil has already sent five or six batches of small mercenary regiments under the pretext of doing business in partnership and hiring mercenaries.

Patting his forehead, Chu Mo muttered: "We look very weak, so the necromancers like us very much..."

"It should be!" The blood on the side said in a deep voice.

Chu Mo raised his head, looked at the skeleton mage and the excited Bapil, and said lightly: "It seems that we came to the wrong place, can we go now?"

"Go? Hey! Do you want to go? You can't go!" Bapil laughed as if he had heard the biggest joke of the incident.

"Is it okay to keep the two corpses?" Chu Mo continued to ask in a calm tone without any sense of panic or alarm.

"Keep everything!" The skeleton mage's rotten face trembled with the words, a maggot fell out of its mouth, and the skeleton mage seemed to have found the most delicious food. The food was average, he grabbed the maggot with his bloodless right hand and stuffed it directly into his mouth...

Seeing this, Hans and the others turned even paler, and couldn't help but want to vomit...

"Boss, stop talking, hurry up and get rid of this damn thing, it's too disgusting..." Zeng Xiaoren turned his head away and shouted hastily.

"It seems that we should let you know something!" Chu Mo walked forward slowly, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he snapped his left hand, only to see a huge fireball appear above his left hand, he said softly.

"Are you a magister?" The skeleton mage was vaguely agitated, and immediately took a step forward and asked.

"No, no, no, I'm not a magister. On the contrary, I'm a magician. Remember, I'm just a poor magician!" Chu Mo laughed softly.

How could he still laugh in this situation?Isn't this human mage afraid of death?

The skeleton mage really couldn't understand it, and he felt sullen in his heart. (Of course if he still has a heart!)

(End of this chapter)