Volume 6 In the World Chapter 688: Battle of Chaos (7...
Iros explained:
"I don't control his will. If you want to make someone do what you want, there are many ways.
Forcibly controlling his behavior is the most difficult method among many. I only used magic to influence Tiamat.
Any living thing will be affected by colors, sounds, weather, words, and various environments, and dragons are no exception.
And that guy is very smart. Smart people tend to think more and are more likely to be influenced."
"How did you do it?"
"Pointless meeting technique."
Iros smiled reluctantly and said:
"This is a new magic that I accidentally developed in the academy. Creatures affected by this magic tend to become extremely bureaucratic, um, don't you understand?
Then do you know how those officials in hell do things?
In some special departments, some officials have to have meetings every day. They have to have a meeting first to do almost anything. Even what to eat for dinner has to be discussed in a meeting.
After careful study, it was discovered that those officials were in a special state at all times without being affected by any magic.
They love meetings, like to make long and meaningless speeches, are proficient in using various bureaucratic language methods, and like to show their excellence in this area at every turn.
In fact, I found that many officials in hell will feel completely uncomfortable if they don't speak one or two official words every day, don't hold meetings for three or four hours every day, and talk meaningless words for two or three hours.
This state was obviously abnormal. I extracted this state using magic and then tried to simulate it on other people. The experiment was very successful. So this magic appeared.
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The 'Meaningless Meeting Spell' is a group spell that naturally has no effect on a single person. This spell only temporarily amplifies the behavior of this kind of bureaucratic meeting on a group.
Let’s go quickly, although the meeting won’t end immediately, it will be terrible if we can’t get the Hell Horn and escape from here after the meeting ends.”
After hearing Iros's words, Garlus and Thor couldn't help but tremble. They didn't even need to imagine how angry the colorful dragon would be at the end of the meeting.
Although Iros did not treat the colorful dragon as an idiot, the two believed that this feeling of "being treated as an idiot" would definitely appear in the colorful dragon.
Because the colorful dragon who was indulging in the meeting looked really stupid. Without any explanation, the two of them rushed towards the main hall with the weak Iros on their backs.
After a while, the three of them entered the hall, while the ghost Azshara was left outside to observe the movements of the colorful dragon.
After losing the guardian, the three of them encountered almost no one. They found the "Horn of Hell" in the center of the hall. This legendary artifact was placed on an altar in the center of the hall, which was extremely conspicuous.
The shape of the horn is like a curved horn, and it doesn't look magical at all, but all three of them can clearly feel the surging evil power emanating from this "horn".
Iros feels this especially clearly. As a hell demon, the closer Iros gets to the horn, the stronger the special feeling emerges in his heart.
That feeling made Iros kneel down. It tempted Iros to crawl under the horn. It was a desire that emerged from the depths of his heart without any reason.
When he walked to the horn, all Iros could think about was kneeling down in front of the horn of hell, letting his body and mind fully feel it, and being in awe of this venerable object.
At that moment, his heart was filled with wonder and awe, his legs were shaking, and he just wanted to kneel down.
But the soul deeper down is crying and resisting.
In the midst of this struggle, Iros held the horn with trembling hands, and that special feeling disappeared like a tide.
The moment he touched the horn, Iros clearly felt the evil power in the horn pouring into his heart through Iros's hands.
That pure evil, as dark as night, flowed through his body.
The feelings of awe and worship for the horn were swept away by this evil power, and in just a moment, the evil power returned to the horn.
Iros sighed, a sigh of contentment.
He lowered his head and looked at his hands. The charred black shell on one arm began to peel off layer by layer, revealing brand new skin under the black.
Fatigue, pain, and the lingering trance feeling after casting the spell also disappeared with this touch.
The body became unexpectedly light and relaxed, as comfortable as taking a hot bath after a tiring day. Iros clenched his hands, and he could clearly understand the power contained in his fists.
At this time, Iros understood that he was no longer a hell demon.
No, or it should be because I am no longer a simple hell demon.
This contact with the Hell's Horn seemed to have opened a smooth avenue for him. On this path of devil's evolution, Iros, who was almost reaching the end, vaguely saw a higher goal.
Garlus and Thor could only look at Iros in shock.
Iros, who had just stood in front of the hell horn and was trembling and almost unable to stand, seemed to be reborn in an instant. The pure evil in his body became more erratic, and the strange feeling that suddenly appeared but disappeared made people almost
Unaware that this is a powerful devil.
"It's really a powerful thing."
Iros held the Hell Horn in both hands. His eyes were full of fascination, as if he were looking at his lover:
"I never thought that just a weapon or an item could have such power. It is worthy of being called an 'artifact'."
"My lord, hurry up and leave," Garlus urged from behind Iros: "Azshara just sent a message. The meeting has already reached the second topic. We don't have much time."
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"How could it be so fast?" Iros frowned: "When we came in, the five heads were still arguing about who should speak second."
"But my lord, it took you almost three hours to walk from the gate to the horn altar," Garlus said eagerly: "Maybe this was some kind of trial, but now the trial has been completed. Sir, we must
gone."
Did it take that long?
Iros carefully received the horn into his luggage and said:
"Okay, let's go now."
As Iros said this, he raised his wings and rushed straight to the top of the hall.
At the same time, a silver light flashed from his waist, and Iros made a large circular incision on the roof of the hall. The roof slid down along with the incision and fell, revealing the rocky Malagard on the lower floor.
Dome.
A spiral staircase leads directly to Upper Malagard, which is the only entrance and the only exit.
Iros just hooked his fingers, and a strange dark energy connected Iros and his three men.
The devil spread his wings again, taking Garrus and Thor with him, and flew high into the sky.
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In the air, they quickly saw Azshara's blurry and transparent figure.
"The meeting is over."
Azshara said, following Azshara's words came a deafening roar from below. It was a huge roar from five throats. Everyone could feel the colorful dragon Tai'a from the roar.
Matt's anger.
"Taimat seems dissatisfied with the sound," Iros said: "It seems that the meeting was not very successful."
"No, the meeting was a success," Azshara replied with a serious face: "The five heads of Taiamat finally reached an agreement. They are going to torture your soul and make you realize what a terrible mistake it is to resist the dragon.
.Then divide your body into five parts and prepare them according to their own favorite methods."
"This proposal is very reasonable, and it seems that the meeting was indeed successful."
Iros led everyone down to the spiral staircase. Only the last short distance was left, and this short distance could only be completed by feet.
"Okay, let's go, but since the meeting was so successful, why is the dragon still so angry?"
"Of course it's because of their main ingredient," Azshara looked at Iros and said, "Escaped."
At the feet of everyone, the huge wings of the colorful dragon stretched out. The dragon flapped its wings and soared into the sky. Various magics flew toward the crowd as the dragon sang. Lightning flashed from the blue dragon's head.
Shooting out.
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Iros just smiled: "Let's go."
The figures of several people disappeared into the dome of Lower Malagard City, and magic and lightning could only hit the rocks in vain, making a rumbling sound.
Behind Iros and others, the slender spiral staircase connecting Malagard City collapsed under the terrible magic and dragon's breath attack. Along with the rumbling sound of destruction, the dragon's
An unwilling roar.
"Iros! Iros! We are not finished. I swear, this has just begun! Do you think it is that simple to annoy me? Do you think the dignity of the dragon can be insulted casually? This is just the beginning! Your suffering
just began!"
Taiamat's screams are constant, ferocious and terrifying.
But as everyone climbed up the stairs, the roar became smaller and smaller, became weaker and weaker, and finally gradually disappeared into the darkness behind them.
He just climbed up in the darkness. After walking for a while, Iros asked aloud:
"Okay, this trip went smoothly, but why do I feel like there is one person missing?"
No one answered Iros's question.
"Okay," Iros said dissatisfied: "Where is Miss Sylvanas? She should be under your supervision, where is she now?"