A strange voice full of power echoed in the hall, and it seemed to have a unique charm that made it impossible for anyone to refute.
Three streaks of black smoke spread out from the shadows in the hall, snaking to the center of the round table; the smoke swirled and intertwined, rising in a spiral, converging into a point in mid-air, and then falling down like sand, as if the sand had gathered into a tower.
, gradually condensed into a human form.
A dry, pale but slender hand stretched out from the billowing black smoke. A left and right stroke separated the billowing smoke, revealing a pure black robe behind it; the smoke and dust retreated behind the black-robed mage, and then disappeared without a trace.
There was no trace, leaving only the mage standing there quietly, holding a dark crystal staff that shone with strange light in one hand.
A beam of pure white light hung down from the dome and poured on the mage's body. The edges of the wrinkled black velvet robe also reflected a faint sheen; but under the light and shadow, the darkness became even darker, and the darkness swallowed up all the light, as if on the robe.
Pieces of broken black ravines were created.
The mage raised his chin slightly, raised the corners of his mouth, and a strange smile appeared on half of his pale face; and further up, the hood blocked a ray of light, leaving a rich darkness above the bridge of his nose.
"Who are you--!"
The middle-aged man stepped back in shock and knocked over his chair. His other hand subconsciously touched the dagger behind his waist. The secret was revealed! He immediately thought it was the mage monitor of the Shield of Truth.
Then this secret meeting will become the biggest handle for the Confederacy - the demon of dependence! The Lex family may use this to threaten them. Or directly, the Knights of the Guard of Truth will not hesitate to uproot them.
The mage just turned his head in this direction and smiled.
"It's just an unknown player, but that's not important," the mage said calmly. But his voice was just right for everyone to hear: "What's important is that I'm here to talk to you about the value of existence."
When he heard that the mage was the player, the young man in the Hand of Despair couldn't sit still. "It's a common trick of you guys to pretend to be gods and ghosts!" He roared angrily. He stepped on the round table with one foot and at the same time drew out the sword in his hand.
Sheath, pulled out a black arc of light and rushed towards Xiao Fen.
Break the good! The Dark Guard is this young man's profession.
In the eyes of young people, mages are certainly a terrifying existence in Canaan; but player mages are a joke. This profession has always been known for its horrific mortality rate among players in Canaan, and it itself is so
It is so weak that an accident can kill an excellent spell caster. Among players, the mainstream of mages are level seven to ten. As for the top ones, they are only level eleven or level two. Although they emerged after Palin
There was a wave of enthusiasm for the inauguration of mages. But most of these latecomers returned to the embrace of Bolado.
Therefore, he immediately developed a trace of disdain and pride. He was a fallen paladin, and he chose to take the path of the Dark Guards. They are a group that has always been famous for their strong fighting power and are known as ruthless sharp blades; after all, abandoning faith and pursuing pursuits
With all possible power, players who choose a path are mostly avid PVP enthusiasts. In their eyes, nothing is more satisfying than killing enemies.
Such a group of people possess superb fighting skills. The same is true for the young man, not to mention that the Dark Blessing (note) gave him enough capital to confront the mage head-on.
(Dark Blessing: An ability similar to Paladin's Gift, allowing the Darkguard to add a Charisma bonus to all saving throws.)
"Everything has its price," the mage sneered mercilessly, his voice filled with condescending contempt; he let the crystal staff change hands, but with his right hand he pulled out a shining long sword from under his robe: "And this is the most
The heavy price is the price of ignorance——!"
The mage opened his mouth, and a scream similar to a dragon's roar came out from deep in his throat. His right hand holding the sword shook slightly. A layer of black light ran up the sword body like a tide, and the long sword was instantly sheathed.
A coat of energy.
"Mordenkainen's Sword!" The middle-aged man screamed uncontrollably.
The cost of miscalculating the enemy is heavy, and absolute power cannot be compensated for by skill.
The long sword in the young dark guard's hand was pointed directly at the mage's heart, but a force field shield appeared out of thin air in front of him to block his sword to one side; then circles of transparent ripples came out of the space, directly cutting away the black sword light.
Two-thirds of the energy was consumed, and then a black smoke came out of the mage's body, swallowing up all the remaining energy. Not a single bit was left.
It was not beyond the mage's expectation at all. He sneered. He held a staff in one hand and a long sword in the other. He took a step forward, stabbed out with his right hand, and pierced the chest with the sword.
The young man screamed and struggled to retreat, but the mage let go of his sword, stretched out a finger to him and said: "Death!" The young man opened his eyes desperately, feeling as if his soul had been hit hard for a moment, and then he died.
He fell headlong onto the round table, followed by a muffled thud, and became silent from then on.
Black blood seeped out from under the cold corpse, covering the corner of the round table, and then hanging to the ground like a blood line, making the sound of dripping water...
The moment is intertwined, life and death are clear.
Meng covered her mouth with one hand and tried her best to restrain herself from screaming. The two attendants of the female ambassador also seemed to have just woken up from the shock, but there was a hint of fanaticism in the knight's eyes, while the priest had more
It's calm.
The middle-aged man took several steps back with a pale face. At one point, he was almost knocked over by a chair and sat down on the ground. The other man's reaction was much better, but his face was also ashen and incredulous.
As for the remaining player with the Hand of Despair, with an expression of grief, anger and shock, he took out a pocket crossbow and pointed it at the mage - there was a shimmering blue light on the crossbow, which was obviously coated with poison.
"Self-righteous!" the mage scolded softly, waving his right hand at the guy like he was swatting away flies.
"Ah——!" The young man suddenly screamed. As if he was suddenly hit head-on by a giant dragon, he flew backwards and hit the statue behind him; there was a crisp sound, and everyone sitting on the ground wrinkled.
With a raised eyebrow, they understood that the guy probably had only a few broken ribs.
"Big five!" the middle-aged man almost groaned.
But Xiao Fen never showed mercy to his enemies. He stretched out his staff in that direction, and a green ray extended from the head of the staff. The player hit by the ray struggled and howled in despair, from sharp at first to faint at the end.
Inaudible, he himself gradually turned into a pile of fine green powder in the process, and disappeared into ashes when the wind blew...
When these two eyesores disappeared, Xiao Fen stopped. The mage stood quietly in the center of the round table holding a staff. The pendant white light seemed to be specially made for him, making his figure appear in the surroundings.
He looked arrogant and lonely in the darkness. His eyes swept over the other people sitting one by one, and everyone he stared at was silent. Although this was just a game, no one wanted to hang up for no reason.
"Okay," he said in a low, slightly sarcastic voice: "Those guys who shouldn't exist here, or are noisy and don't know the so-called guys. The Lord of Death and the Past will welcome them at any time. And
As for us, maybe we can return to the previous topic."
"Who...are you?" The middle-aged man swallowed. He didn't believe that this was a player casting spells at all. The scene before was really shocking. The spells he cast were often vi and vii level spells, but it was just a blink of an eye.
In this time, the two eleventh-level dark guards became history. It was not that he had never seen mages - he had many player mages under his command, and it was not that he had never seen the power of spells, but such a shocking feeling
.But this was the first time he experienced it personally.
The current mood of the person in charge of the Southern Alliance was as shocked as Xiao Fen when he saw the magic of the arcane sage Rex for the first time outside the Mage Association; it was even worse, because he deeply understood that
The two Dark Guard players are so powerful. And these two powerful guys can't even take a move from the mage in front of them.
In fact, this is exactly what Xiao Fen wants to achieve. In fact, he is not used to casting spells so close to him, but in order to pave the way for subsequent negotiations, he does not mind leaving an invincible impression in the other party's mind.
——Because until now, a common understanding in Canaan is that a mage is weak and can be bullied when he is approached!
"I was about to introduce myself." The mage seemed to have regained his courtesy now. Although no host would ever consider an uninvited guest to be polite, he still bowed slightly and said, "I'm just an ordinary person.
Spellcaster, but I have a name called Palin."
Three of the five people let out a low cry of surprise. Kui'an had expected it, but Xiao Fen kept turning his back to him so that the elf priest did not recognize him for a while. Serent showed himself to be an excellent knight.
He was as calm and calm as he should be. He just used his eyes to express his unexpectedness.
"It's you, no wonder..." The middle-aged man reacted at this time. He stopped, as if sighing: "There have been rumors that you are the first person to cast spells among players. Now it seems that this may be the so-called truth.
.”
Xiao Fen smiled, but did not expose the other party's compliment. He understood that excessive pressure can only achieve the opposite effect in a negotiation. He is a mage, and he may be able to rely on powerful power to frighten the player in front of him for a while, but the other party
Behind him is a guild force, and if he really wants to take action, he may not be able to get a good deal. The middle-aged man seemed to see this at this time, so he sorted out his emotions and returned to the negotiation.
state.
The two sides returned to the starting line for the first time, and the next step was to add their own weights. The mage fully understood the details.
"I admit that you are a very powerful spell caster, but," sure enough, the middle-aged man changed his subject, "Mr. Palin, it seems that our Southern Alliance has never had anything to do with you, right? But you forced your way into us.
Headquarters, and even killed our distinguished guests - this seems unreasonable, right? "Justice never needs any reason to judge evil!" Xiao Fen smiled and said boldly. Of course, even he himself did not believe this reason, Meng and the other three
There was an expression on the person's face that said it would be strange to believe you. However, the mage still talked, because he understood that at least the middle-aged man in front of him would accompany him to be a fool: "However, I believe that Mr. President must be affected by
To deceive them - I'm afraid Mr. President still doesn't know the fact that these people are believers of the Hand of Despair and the devil's envoys!"
The middle-aged man coughed awkwardly, saying that the other party had indeed caught him. If the identities of these two people were revealed, it is estimated that the Knights of the Guard of Truth would come to the door immediately. Of course, there are other ways.
.That is to try to keep Xiao Fen, Meng and his party behind. However, he took a look at the mage in front of him and estimated that this method was not very feasible.
"Really, okay then." The president of the Southern League had to change the subject: "Then let's talk about something else. To be clear, I actually want to know Mr. Palin's true purpose."
"It's very simple," Xiao Fen glanced at Meng casually: "I hope the Southern Alliance accepts this lady's proposal."
"Really, just because of this?" Although the middle-aged man was not surprised, he still felt a trace of anger brewing in his chest. He glanced at his colleagues and took a deep breath. "Mr. Mage,
Can I take this as your threat to our Confederacy?" He raised his eyebrows and asked with some annoyance.
In fact, anyone in his position at this time would be annoyed or even angry.
"Threat?" The black-robed mage waved his hand gently. "No, I have no such interest; I am here just because I have some friendship with an elder, and I was entrusted by him to kindly let you understand the value of sobriety and existence.
.”
"Good intention?" The player who had been sitting next to the middle-aged man finally spoke. He was a little fat and had a heavy nasal voice when he spoke.
"I would like to hear the details." The middle-aged man suppressed his anger and added in a low voice.
"It is a good thing to put profits first," the mage said. Meng frowned, and the middle-aged man nodded slightly. "However, being blinded by greed is not what a good businessman should do.
Mistake." As he spoke, Xiao Fen took a deep look at the middle-aged man, and some information about this person immediately came to mind. This player is a very skillful guy. After becoming the president of the Southern Alliance,
He was a sponsor of the guild before. He is very sophisticated, especially good at winning people's hearts, and has his own unique insights into business operations. It can be said that he is more like a shrewd businessman than a large-scale businessman.
Leader of the guild.
Of course, all this information is thanks to Miss Cole's excellent information gathering ability.
"Oh?" After the middle-aged man heard this sentence, fine wrinkles appeared on his forehead again.
"Benefits are important, but a prerequisite for obtaining these benefits is existence," Xiao Fen continued.
"Don't you believe it? You think I'm alarmist? Then, let me tell you a fact." He showed a malicious smile, opened his mouth slightly, and silently uttered a few words - the middle-aged man and woman directly opposite him
As soon as the fat player saw the shape of his mouth, his body trembled, and his face suddenly turned extremely ugly. His forehead was suddenly dripping with cold sweat. However, the Silver Vislan envoy, who had his back to the mage, had a blank look on his face and looked at the two people in confusion.
A senior Confederate official was there to show off.
"Do you understand?" he asked with a smile.
The middle-aged man stayed for a long time before he nodded with lingering fear.
"Thank you." He swallowed and replied stuttering.
"No need to thank me, it's just that our positions are different." The mage looked solemn: "But I want to remind you, why did the hand of despair come to you alone, and not the Bloody Slayer or the Leaf of Darkness?"
"Haha, Mr. Palin, you don't have to say it so politely. Although I don't want to admit it, our club is indeed a mixed bag, with everyone included, and emerging players account for a large part of them-" The middle-aged man's face suddenly changed,
He looked at Xiao Fen nervously: "You mean-?"
"I will not interfere in the internal affairs of your guild." Xiao Fen replied calmly.
"I understand, I will clean it up." The middle-aged man's expression suddenly became a little ferocious.
The mage smiled cryptically.
Street of Martyrs——
"Okay, then it's settled!" Wrought Iron said gruffly. Looking carefully, this guy had a few more black burns on his body, and his beard full of smoke and dust seemed to have lost three points.
However, at this moment he was still lively and in high spirits, which generally meant that the dwarf had gained the upper hand in a bargain.
"Tell me the price again, and I'll check it." Next to the dwarf, the middle-aged mage in red robe asked with a dark face. Looking at the depressed expression on his face, you knew that the former had taken a lot of benefits from him.
"There are a total of 177 high-quality works of art, including gold and silver vessels, and various ornaments; however, we will pay for this according to the market price converted into magic items. Of course, they are also high-quality!" The dwarf licked his lips and opened the book.
A page of parchment in hand.
"Wait a minute, why do I feel that here... it seems that I am at a disadvantage again!" Tidenglas interrupted him with a depressed look. To be honest, he even wanted to eat this dwarf now.
"How come, didn't you propose this? Don't be suspicious all the time, we just paid for it in exchange for magic items - I told you, it's exactly the same price!" The dwarf jumped up and down and shouted: "Oh my God,
Why are you dragons so wordy? "Okay, okay! Keep going!" As soon as the dignity of the dragons was involved, the red-robed mage could only wave his hands dejectedly; he had been confused by this damn dwarf all afternoon, and his head had not changed until now.
They were as stiff as a stone.
Ke'er snickered on the side. Of course, this suggestion is not inappropriate at all in normal times, but now is the war period, and the market prices of magic equipment-especially weapons are doubling and rising. Others may not know it, but she
How could a top-notch intelligence collector not have any rumors?
"1334 gems of various colors..."
"Five pieces of legendary or above equipment, as well as several high-level magic equipment of various colors..."
"474,356 small gold coins with anchors from the South, 1,324,000 silver coins... We are currently unable to pay for this, and will pay it off in installments over the next three years. We have a request here, which will be paid with Southern Dragon City gold coins, of course.
, converted according to equivalent exchange rate.”
"Don't forget the interest!"
"Okay, 3% annual interest!" The dwarf gritted his teeth and insisted.
"Really," Tidenglas frowned: "But why do I always feel like I'm at a disadvantage?"
"Omodin, please send down lightning to punish this greedy guy!" The dwarf immediately pulled out his axe, looking like he was going to fight for his life.
"Okay, okay, stop it! Damn it, deal!" The red-robed mage was tired of being entangled with this damn dwarf here. Although the dragon's life was nearly unlimited, this experience was really uncomfortable for him.
"That's good, the lease term is three years, don't forget it!"
"Three years!" the red-robed female mage next to her screamed: "This is absolutely impossible, not even for a minute! I am a noble red dragon, and this must not be compromised!"
"Thirty percent!" Tidenglas said directly.
"I'm seven and you're three, otherwise there's no need to talk!" The female mage immediately changed her tune.