Sword Sorcery

Chapter 247 The Fourth Person

Moon Manor
an underground hall
This is a rather empty underground space, surrounded by dark brown rock walls on all sides, and the zenith above is an elliptical gathering, like the top of a church in religion, and the whole space gives people an absurd feeling of worship.

There are oil paintings drawn on the rock walls. Due to the perennial moisture in the underground space, the oil paintings have become quite blurred. Some figures and traces of paintings can be seen faintly, which seems to be related to the 'transaction'.

In addition to the oil paintings on the wall, there are candles hanging at intervals. The faint light of each candle illuminates a small half of the hall, but leaves more places in the shadow.

In addition, eight large pillars were erected in the entire space, which fell on the eight edge corners of the ground, which secretly conformed to a certain law.

At this time, a whisper sounded——

"%&*&#@"

So, I looked in the direction of the source of the sound.

It turned out that in the center of the hall, there was a small pulpit and a slightly bloated figure——

"Nia. We are calling for you!"

A middle-aged man stood in front of the small pulpit, wearing a black robe, and his ordinary face looked much deeper under the dim light. At the same time, his expression was full of solemnity and seriousness.

The middle-aged man unabashedly exudes a wave of spiritual fluctuations, and his body is surrounded by wisps of elemental mist—a sign of a spiritual position.

Judging from the concentration of the elemental mist, the middle-aged man is a middle-level elemental wizard. He is also the fourth resident wizard!
There are four wizards stationed in Moonlun Manor, not the three wizards mentioned in the intelligence!

The wizards of the Storm Hand were obviously very confident in the defense of the manor, so they left the middle-aged man alone in the secret underground hall, and only let the three wizards defend the Moon Manor.

This confidence does not appear arrogant.

Because, they have a spy (Nightingale) placed in the team of the Mist Academy, and they can be said to be 'knowledgeable' about the actions of the murderer team - so they set a trap in advance and waited for the murderer group to sneak in on their own initiative up.

Everything went as smoothly as they had planned. The murderer's team cast themselves into the trap, internal rebellion broke out and they were attacked by the enemy.

"Now, the people above should start fighting?"

The middle-aged man looked up at the motionless ceiling above, as if through the thick ground, he saw a group of wizards fighting fiercely, as well as the dirty atmosphere full of conspiracy and blood.

"I don't care about them, I just need to do my job well."

The middle-aged man withdrew his gaze, and continued to repeat the words he had narrated——

"Nia. We are calling for you!"

At this moment, in front of the middle-aged man, there is a small white dais, and on the table of the small dais, an old book covered in dark black is quietly placed.

The cover of the black book is like a piece of tree bark, covered with old man's folds and veins like veins, faintly combined into a human face with bulging veins, giving people a very uncomfortable feeling Feel.

"Nia. We are calling for you!"

"Nia."

"Nia."

The middle-aged man turned into a repeater, repeating this sentence non-stop, and his expression became more serious.

Suddenly, the cover of the black book shook, and a 'gully' emerged from the middle of the cover that looked like a human face, tearing a face into left and right halves, and instantly turned into a mouth——

"Who is calling me?"

The mouth on the book cover opened and closed, making a solemn and dignified sound.

The middle-aged man bowed his head respectfully, and explained to the black book: "It's me, a needy person asking 'Master Naia' to listen."

The mouth of the black book was silent for a moment, and then said again: "My name is Naia Latopep, and I follow the principle of 'rationality'. I think you are very clear about my position, right?"

Hearing the words, the middle-aged man bowed his head deeply, and said respectfully: "Of course, in accordance with the principle of 'right sacrifice', I will definitely offer an equivalent sacrifice to Lord Naia in exchange for Naia The adult's feedback to our generation."

"Very well, you are indeed similar to the last ceremony performer, please report your name."

The mouth of the black book uttered a word again, even though the middle-aged man couldn't see the real expression of 'Nia Latopep', he could feel the joy of the other party from the words.

So, Ramsden smiled and said his name: "Dear Lord Naia, my name is Ramsden."

Then, Ramsden stretched out a finger, pointed to a large pile of strange flowers on the ground beside him, and explained in a deep voice: "Master Naia, these 'bad pupil flowers' have quite high negative shadow attributes, It fits your 'taste' - I don't know, how much feedback can you give me?"

Hearing this, the mouth on the black book couldn't help opening a happy arc——

"Hua Tonghua? I like this thing very much. Even if it is not as effective as the Swamp Shadow Stone on me, it can be regarded as one of the best things. Okay, I can give it to you."

Just as the words of 'Master Naia' were halfway through, Ramsden's expression changed, he turned to look behind him, and snorted coldly: "Who?!"

Seeing this situation, Black Book chose to keep his mouth shut, and began to watch the development of the situation quietly——completely put on a "nothing to do with himself, hang on high" posture of watching the show.

Ramsden temporarily forgot to communicate with 'Lord Naia'. When he realized something was wrong, he stretched his right hand into his bosom, as if he was holding something, and kept a very vigilant posture——

"Who are you? Come out!"

The shadows in front seemed completely silent, without any sound, as if mocking Ramsden's nervousness, but Ramsden was very clear - he was absolutely not nervous!
"Hmph, it looks like I've passed by myself."

Ramsden snorted coldly in his heart, and then took firm steps, approaching the shadow in front of him step by step. At the same time, he quietly unscrewed the cap of a small bottle with his right hand, and began to recite silently. Small spell.

When Ramsden came to the shadow and saw the looming figure in the shadow, he immediately got out of the bottle in his hand and launched a witchcraft attack——

A Ring of Witchcraft · Blast Blade!
Swish!
The violent negative wind factor gathered into a giant wind blade, swept towards that figure, and cut it in half instantly!
However, Ramsden's complexion changed suddenly, because with the help of the sparks generated by the friction of the wind blade in the air, he could clearly see that the other party was a black body with a mask as thin as a cicada's wings on his face!

As the wind blade split the black body into two halves, the thin mask also split into two halves, and the mental fluctuations emanating from the mask stopped immediately.

The black 'corpse' that was divided into two halves turned into a wisp of shadow factor and drifted away.
"Oops!"

Ramsden's heart skipped a beat, and before he could react, a shadow quietly approaching on the ground behind him suddenly writhed!

(End of this chapter)