The early morning in the Baishan Mountains was shrouded in mist, and the air was filled with a bleak and cold atmosphere. Elegies were sung from afar. The elves were collecting the corpses of their companions on the battlefield, and there were faint sobs.
The loneliness and tranquility under the morning light.
A pair of wise eyes can see through the fog to see the darkness and conspiracy hidden behind it. It is these dark eyes that silently stare at the bones scattered everywhere on the battlefield.
"Dear Your Majesty, we'd better go back. It's not very safe here. Those crazy elves may rush up at any time and tear us to pieces."
Her Majesty the Queen of Madala was unmoved. She bent down and grabbed a handful of dust from the ground with her white hands. Then she let go of her palm and let the gravel slip down from her slender fingers.
"Did you see anything?"
"It is indeed traces of necromancy and black magic. It is a very clumsy way to frame the blame. I can smell the stench of those decrepit old guys from the Undead Sequence from a long distance away." Instalong replied.
"But they don't think so." The queen pointed to the elves in the distance.
Instaron could only shrug.
"Go back." She said.
"Really going back?" Instalong was stunned. He and Tagus looked at each other with a straight face and saw the doubts in their eyes. This queen is by no means a person who listens to advice. Once
If she has her own opinion, then the empire will operate according to her will.
"Now that the matter is clear, what are we still doing here?" Her Majesty asked.
"But how are we going to explain to those crazy tree-beaters? In their view, the undead sequence and we are the same group," Installon added: "In fact, we are the same group."
"Stop talking nonsense and follow me."
"Did your Majesty see something?" Tagus asked: "The undead sequence cannot deal with Baishan, let alone they withdrew before we could react. Such organizational capabilities are not what they should be."
It’s of a certain standard.”
"I'm sorry they don't dare."
"As expected of the youngest member of the Lagon family. You are at least a little smarter than this guy, Tagus." Queen Madara glanced at the one-eyed vampire: "He is a Buga, a manifestation of necromantic magic.
There are deeper secrets hidden underneath, and I really want to find out what their purpose is."
At this time, she saw someone on the other side of the fog walking in this direction, and then turned around and disappeared into the forest. Instalong and Tagus looked at each other. "The rotten trees in the undead sequence were actually with the Buga people.
Are they colluding together?" Instaron asked in surprise: "But what are the Buga people planning?"
"You have to ask Tagus this question. His geography and strategy skills are perfect." The one-eyed vampire replied with a straight face before turning around.
"But I can push him to the ground and rub him in the tactics class."
"That's why now he is the commander-in-chief of the army, and you are just a column leader."
"Can you please not be so blunt about some things, Tagus?"
"cannot."
…
Yinlong Port is burning fiercely, and the water is reflecting the flames reaching into the sky. The creatures that were suddenly hit by the disaster are crying in the fire. The entire port is roaring with murderous laughter, desperate screams and the wails of women.
Vladimir's face was expressionless, and his calm silver irises reflected the thousands of centaurs pouring into the port. The wealth that the port had accumulated over the centuries was burned to the ground in an instant, and barbarism replaced civilization.
, mercilessly plundered everything, whether it was wealth, women or lives.
The corpses of beheaded men piled up in mountains, and their blood flowed into rivers, dyeing the steps red, and then poured into the bay, turning the entire port red with blood. But Vladimir's exquisite red silk robe was spotless, as if it was in harmony with the tragic surroundings.
The background is so out of place.
A centaur with green tattoos respectfully came to him carrying a waxy human head. It bowed its head deeply. According to the centaur tradition, it threw the head in front of its conqueror and bowed its knees to him.
He knelt forward, raised his hands above his head, and offered a blood-stained silver disk.
Vladimir glanced at the bloody head. The original owner of this port. He was originally rich and had a powerful army, but he dared to refuse his request and hand over the war slate. Now the entire port is buried with him.
, his daughter, is now wailing and screaming under the Centaur's crotch. This is the result of annoying the Silver People. Those ants who are still hesitating should take a warning. Although the Buga people have lost the sky, they are still like this
The best nation in the world.
He slowly took the disk, and then said: "Your servant is pretty good, I can use it very well, but this is just to repay the interest we paid for helping you in Baishan. The relationship between us is
The status is equal, you don't have to expect the Silver People to become your slaves like these ignorant creatures."
"They are just vassals of the devil, not my slaves." A voice said.
A phantom came out from behind the Centaur Chief. She had her hands behind her back. She looked exactly like a business lady, but she had a cold and disdainful smile on her face: "But they can at least allow you to escape the accountability of the Silver Council, proving that
Your city of Taraki and the All-Seeing Eye do not interfere in the affairs of the earth."
"The Parliament is not that easy to deceive," Vladimir shook his head: "Besides, we did something in White Mountain, not to mention the things we did in Eruin. Sooner or later, the Parliament will find out the truth. But I don't intend to hide it for the rest of my life.
, I just hope that I have enough strength to protect myself before breaking with those pedantic guys."
"You will have it," Dusk smiled calmly: "You should know that a world is nothing to me. I will give you a world as promised and let you become its master. No matter how long you can survive,
Immortality is fine, but I will take back that world after your death."
Vladimir played with the silver disc in his hand with his slender and pale fingers. The shiny disc reflected his cold and mean face, narrow cheeks, cold eyes, mean lips and goatee: "
Then let’s talk about the following issues. I will send the gray mages to Eruin, but I still don’t understand what you want.”
"Let Eruin cause chaos and muddy the water. I need you to help me catch some people. That's all."
"That's all?" Vladimir shook his head: "I don't believe your followers can't do it."
"No, they can't. Odin and Gilt started laying out in Eruin very early. I suspect that they got the guidance of that woman and left many seals on that land. Even my men didn't dare to do it easily.
Move, I planted a chess piece there a few years ago, but I still can't find an opportunity to attack."
Dusk's eyes flashed with danger and resentment.
"Moreover, there is a difficult figure there. You must not take it lightly, Vladimir, he will be a difficult opponent."
"You're talking about the newly rising Count Tonigel. I didn't expect you to think so highly of a mortal."
"He is not a mortal, Vladimir, if you think so, you will suffer a big loss."
Vladimir didn't take it seriously and nodded lightly.
"Okay, since this is the content of the deal, then I will do it. I will let the wizard Rosadel go to Eruin in person. He is the best among us at demagogueing people and causing chaos in a small country.
It is just a trivial matter to him. He will not miss it. If one of the twelve wizard leaders would miss a mere Eruin, then the Buga people would not have the status they have today."
"I hope so."
Dusk glanced at him deeply before his figure gradually disappeared into the air.
Moments after she left, the centaur in front of Vladimir disintegrated. The eyes, hair, skin, muscles and internal organs rolled down like melted wax, revealing the pale skeleton underneath, and finally even the skeleton collapsed.
Open up and turn into fragments.
And throughout the entire process, the Archmage never blinked.
…
Delphiri carefully stroked the rough stone wall in the darkness and moved forward. The attendant behind her tried to raise the torch several times, but she refused.
This dark and gloomy basement hides the deepest shadow in the heart of the daughter of Earl Yanbao. This is the dark prison of Yanbao. She is familiar with every inch of the land here. Whenever she is immersed in the darkness, she can't help but recall those studies.
The days when she used demonic spells. The dark magic devoured her flesh and soul, and the screams from the deepest part of hell still seemed to linger in her ears. She almost became a sacrifice to the demons several times, and she had better
His childhood playmate also died in a magic experiment.
She still dares not recall the bloody scene, the white corpses scattered in the dark room, and the unwilling eyes piercing her heart like the tip of a knife.
But revenge is burning in her heart like a flame. Only in this way, only by selling her soul, can she regain her father's family property and save her father.
She suddenly stopped in front of a cell, and there was a faint sound of metal chains in the darkness.
At that moment, the moonlight just passed through the iron bars of the skylight above the dark cell, casting a pale spot on Delphire's face. After a quarter of an hour that seemed to last forever, a faint, unbelievable voice came from the darkness.
:
"Dilfiri, is it you? They arrested you too?"
"It's me, father, I'm back."
A white-haired old man groped and slowly moved from the other side of the prison to his daughter. Delphiri remembered what he looked like the last time he saw his father. He was high-spirited and a handsome middle-class man with extraordinary demeanor.
As a young man, only four years of prison life destroyed all his energy and body.
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