"To be honest, I always feel that the style of painting there is wrong..."
"Huh? Why do you say that?"
"Look, other people's protagonists are all pretentious and slap in the face, but their basic styles are different. I can't do it if I were asked to do it, and I'm not very envious. But some developments are the same.
Yes, as a protagonist, at least the more he gets involved, the more powerful he becomes. His personal strength is getting stronger and stronger, his status is getting higher and higher, he has more and more subordinates, more and more beauties, he is getting taller and taller, and his reputation is getting better and better.
,but……."
"... Your strength is getting weaker and weaker, your status is almost non-existent, and you are now alone. All your younger brothers have run away. Beauty... Ahem, at least you are becoming more and more like a villain and a boss. Well, all it takes is a brave man to suddenly
Come out and take you back to your hometown."
Dead Cat's words seemed to be comforting, but in fact they contained full of malice. However, if compared to the current scene, they are very appropriate.
I clasped my hands on the table, and the dark cloak covered my figure and face. The only thing that was clear was probably the shadow fire that was slightly ignited in my pupils. As a senior necromancer, I am very good at making others unable to understand.
On the second floor of this small private house, the dim light of an old oil lamp is the only illumination. The doors are closed tightly. The stuffy air and the smell of sweat are very uncomfortable. After all, in this place, people
More than twenty people were crammed into the suffocating environment.
Perhaps the negative energy around me was too arrogant, but at least the area around me was still empty. Only Timiret, who was barely wearing a leather armor and looked like a barbarian, stood behind me.
On the other side, Tiana, dressed as a dark elf assassin, wore a veil, but her exposed chin was full of coldness. She seemed to ignore the group of people on the table. She was just sitting on the wooden window, looking outside and playing silently.
Dagger in hand
"I think there's no need to talk nonsense. I've come to you today to know everything. I've asked a master to identify it. This treasure map is real, but those bastards are blocking our way to make a fortune. If you want me to tell you, just do it.
Damn it!"
The speaker was a rather tall, strong man with a gray beard. He seemed to be at least sixty or seventy years old. He only had three fingers on his right hand. If I remember correctly, he should be the leader of the local mercenaries and a member of the mercenary union.
Vice President, "Country Dog" Tom Schur.
What he represents should be the will of those scattered mercenaries, and to his right, Old Barton is really drinking with his head down. Being brought in by Tom, it seems that he has indeed made a name for himself.
The mercenaries were bloody. Most of them were just for money. When they found out that their hometown actually had such a huge amount of wealth, it would be strange not to be moved. And when these local snakes united, naturally only the local famous old man
Only mercenaries can be in charge. In the past, Old Barton had enough reputation but not enough strength. Now that he can reach this position, he has naturally shown enough strength.
"...Well, it's Prince Link who's here. His Highness is also bringing the royal guards. It's a bit bad to conflict with the royal guards. Harmony brings wealth, and harmony brings wealth..."
With his chubby figure, kind face, somewhat funny moustache, and protruding belly, he is an authentic businessman in terms of appearance, temperament, and speech.
In fact, he is indeed a businessman, but he is Brightman, a well-known black market businessman in the surrounding area. He has raised several mercenary groups under his command, and his strength is no less than that of a knight leader.
Businessmen are very cautious, and those gathering here are obviously desperadoes who are desperate for money. They will have endless troubles if they offend the royal family. They can run away if they cause trouble, but Brightman's foundation is all in the Principality of Sasha.
, it’s a little unbelievable that he will come, but looking at the man next to him, it’s somewhat understandable.
She was a woman, but her whole body was covered with scars. Half of her face had been disfigured by a ferocious knife wound. Only Liu Hai, who had been deliberately put down, covered half of it, and the uninjured half was covered. It was simply a deliberate act.
People create unhappiness.
The women's armor that seems to have more of a decorative effect than real value, under the reflection of the light, has the unique orange-red camouflage of the enchanted adamantine. Anyone who can wear this armor, regardless of her other abilities, will definitely be able to do so with that strength.
Destroying a wall with bare hands, after all, this thin armor is at least as hard as three sets of full-body heavy armor.
Saliman "Bloodspear", an Amazon, a legendary Amazon female warrior, one of the most trusted countesses of Marquis Tariq, and the highest-ranking female general present.
Perhaps because of her ugly appearance, the exposed one eye always carries a cold and cold light like a blade, making it impossible for people to look directly at it. She does not hide her hostility and defensiveness, and her most famous deeds are:
Probably because of her bad habit of massacre after every war, people who hate her directly call her "Blood Witch".
Because his appearance was so unique and he was so famous, he didn't even need to be introduced by others, so others consciously distanced themselves from him.
"They have come together. Has Brightman already defected to the rebels? He controls the food and weapons resale in several surrounding counties. It seems that the life of the royal family will become increasingly difficult."
When these two people came together, it was normal to have such an inference, but being able to attract a big shot like Saliman also confirmed the authenticity of the treasure from the side.
Of course, there were other people sitting on the table, some were the leaders of a certain old adventure group, and some were intelligence merchants and thief leaders, but compared with these three, they were a little underweight.
Originally, I should be a person of insufficient importance. After all, I had a "little reputation" before, but in this world, strength is always the best business card.
Just covered with the slow-burning hell fire, the negative energy flame that looks dangerous but is actually more dangerous, these guys are naturally far away from me. Even Saliman's one eye is a little wary when he looks at me.
, and therefore I have the right to speak.
Such a group of people chose a private house for a party in the dark midnight. Of course, they were not planning to have a harmonious and friendly party. What we discussed was only how to break through the blockade of the royal family. In a sense, this was undoubtedly treason.
.
But what surprised me a little was that I didn't find any representatives from the Society of All Deaths. Except for me, no one here had the power of death.
I didn't think they would miss such a good opportunity. Even if they couldn't reach an agreement, they could still collect some information. But suddenly, Tiana handed me a note from the side, and there were several black patterns on it like ghost drawings.
"The 'ally' of the ancient Leiden language? Who else uses such an ancient language? Oh..."
I was stunned at first, but then I suddenly realized that this ancient Leiden language is a racial language of demons in the lower plane. It itself has the meaning of filth and corrosion. It can be used in many high-level necromancy spells. If it is not a special trip
To learn undead magic, you must learn a very high level of forbidden undead spells, and you cannot learn this language.
But before I could ask Tiana who sent it, I saw the fat old businessman touching the silver ring on his hand somewhat deliberately.
It was a valuable dragon bone ring, surrounded by black lines. If the skull pattern could not prove his identity, the lip-talking "ally" had already proved everything.
It seems that Zink’s efforts to contact me were not in vain. My message has been conveyed, but the Death Society is not only hidden deeper than expected. It is also very cautious. This is both a connection and a small test. After all, I
It was a bit too coincidental, so it was natural to have doubts.
I turned my questioning gaze to Tiana, who nodded slightly. It seemed that it was sent by this "Brightman, the always amiable death-peddler businessman".
It is said that more than 70% of the followers of the Ten Thousand Deaths Society eventually joined the cult, not for strength or any other vain thing. The fundamental reason was the fear of death and the desire for immortality. There are quite a few wealthy businessmen and officials among them. The richer the people, the more afraid of death they are.
That's right.
So, I also wrote a few ancient Leiden texts on the note - "Death is fair, but sometimes, enough wealth can buy the permission of Hades.".
After the note was taken away, not long after, an attendant said something in Brightman's ear. As a result, the old face smiled like the Buddha.
I also burst into laughter. It seemed that he didn't see the true meaning.
"...No matter what God of the Underworld grants, I'm afraid it can only lead to a certain level of Hades and Purgatory."
Our small actions did not attract many people's attention. After all, most of the people here were doing the same thing. Someone who broke through the blockade of the Royal Corps would definitely become a brave man (cannon fodder) who charged into the battle. If you don't want to be "helpful" at this time
"Warriors need more voice and allies.
Not to mention the small notes flying around, the question "Do you want to date?" will most likely get an affirmative answer of "date!"... Don't get it wrong, they are just having a private meeting after the agreement, although the two
It's really scary for a big man to repeat such lines...
And even if you break through Sasha's official blockade and have the opportunity to enter the ruins, you will have to use your strength to compete for the treasure. It is naturally a good thing to make more friends at this time.
However, there has been no progress on the issues on the negotiating table.
"We need a temporary leader... at least a liaison!"
"Good idea, why don't you take responsibility?"
"Me? I think you are quite suitable."
Everyone knows that one must break through the blockade to have a chance to reach the ruins.
But everyone knows that it is definitely a stupid idea to go against the Sasha royal family in the Principality of Sasha. It will almost cut off the way to make a living here, and will definitely attract a wanted order. Others may not be on the blacklist.
But the one who takes the lead will definitely get into big trouble.
All eyes were on Countess "Blood Spear". After all, her power had turned against the royal family, so it seemed natural that she would stand out.
But she herself just sat there quietly, completely unlike the legendary irascible and bellicose character. But if this state of affairs persisted, it might be a sign of indifference.
I yawned and even extinguished the immortal fire on my body. It was a waste of time to continue such a boring party.
Originally, many competing forces wanted to form an alliance. If it wasn't urgent, the first alliance meeting would often only involve trying to get along with each other. Later, there would be more quarrels. I was thinking about finding a reason to run away. Suddenly, the door opened, and a young man
A man and an attendant came in.
"Haha, everyone is here. Hello everyone, I am Link, the one you are planning to deal with!"
His Highness Link walked in triumphantly. He looked back with satisfaction at the retainer he had just accepted. This retainer who was born as a commoner was indeed very useful. He found the territory of all the rebels so easily.
Everyone at the table looked surprised. Secret sentries had been set up around them. How did this guy get in?
"Ha, you surrender obediently, my army has laid a dragnet..."
The remaining words were swallowed, and His Highness Link looked at the half sword protruding from his chest in disbelief. He turned back sharply, and saw that the obedient knight retainer had a sinister smile on his face.
"Actually, our target has always been you. Your subordinates? They won't come. Their orders are to patrol the city defense."
After working for so long, "Blood Spear" Saliman said this first sentence. Unlike his scary appearance, his mature and sexy voice was stoking everyone's hearts.
At this moment, the coward had almost fainted. Breaking through a border guard and murdering a member of the royal family were two completely different things. Everyone knew that he had been involved in an amazing conspiracy.
At this time, Kahn kicked away the body of "Lord", put away the long sword that was still stained with blood, and looked at the others with a sinister smile on his face.
"Boom!"
And suddenly, a violent explosion shook the entire city, and in my ears, I remembered the slow soul sound of the Dracolich.
"One good news, one bad news..."
"Listen first."
"The good news is that blocking the road is meaningless. We no longer have to worry about not being able to get to the ruins."
"Bad news?
"We don't need to go to the ruins anymore, they are coming, the natural disaster of the undead is coming." | (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!
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