The air here is cold and moist, causing its skin to wrinkle, its limbs to be weak, its belly to be shriveled, its lips to tremble, and its teeth to be dull.
Only the darkness around him made him feel at ease.
It raised its right hand and wanted to change its position to lie down, but it inadvertently hit the metal cage.
A severe stinging sensation came from the surface of the skin that had just touched the metal.
It opened its mouth and let out a meaningless howl of pain.
This damn prison.
The magic seal above is rigorous, meticulous, thorough, perfect and flawless - it is the standard product of the Alchemy Tower.
I don’t know if it is the work of the “Confinement Research Institute” or the “Spell Laboratory”.
Probably the former.
In the extinct Alchemy Tower, only this long-fading sect would study this kind of magic cage with a single function.
For example, it is locked tightly in this cage.
It has endured such days for who knows how long, and even its sense of time has become numb. It even suspects that if it continues like this, one day it will even forget its own name.
Food is fed once a month, electric shocks are given every month, and there are tasks that must be completed all the time.
In this case, it began to miss its main body - it still remembers the pain when it was cut off from the main body, as well as the heart- and lung-piercing screams and misery that came from the main body's thinking.
Call.
Even in the many days and nights that followed, even when it was its turn to be cut open, the pain was incomparable to the heartbreaking pain of being separated from the main body.
It really wants to...return to its own subject.
If I remember correctly, the subject should be imprisoned in the Capital of Triumph - the capital of the damn human empire. The land has been torn apart long ago, with only a small piece of territory left. It is so weak that those humans still shamelessly call themselves the empire.
.
Don’t the weak deserve to die?
Thinking of this, its somewhat chaotic mind suddenly moved because it had been imprisoned for an unknown length of time.
By the way, has it been a while since the subject sent anything from the Capital of Triumph? Whether it’s letters or items, there’s nothing.
The mental connection with the subject seems to have been broken for some time?
Humans don’t use it anymore?
Impossible. It doesn't believe that those evil humans would let it or the subject take a vacation - they would only drain their own value endlessly and without knowing the bottom line.
Did something happen to the subject? This thought flashed through its mind.
No... Although the subject is also in prison, at least it is kept intact in the capital of triumph. The empire knows its value. The imperial prince even tried to communicate with the subject - but how could the proud subject respond?
Transaction requests from humble humans, so they currently only use themselves for communication.
Although the empire is no longer as powerful as before, those humans will definitely protect the subject. As long as the triumphal city is not destroyed overnight, the subject will be safe.
One day **** will inevitably return to the main body...then it will become powerful again, just like in the past.
Then, it must carefully hide itself, strengthen itself, and most importantly... find a way to restrain those magicians.
It will never experience the humiliation of being captured, imprisoned, and a slave again.
Especially that damn magician.
Giza Trilman... If the humans outside the cage hadn't mentioned this name again recently, it would have almost forgotten it.
It grinded its teeth with hatred - in front of that magician, the feeling of blood boiling and exploding all over its body, the feeling of crawling at the opponent's feet and howling miserably, it would never forget.
At this moment, the familiar bulging feeling came from the abdomen.
Coming...it thought.
The humiliation and labor of being a slave came to its mind again.
I don’t know which limb it is this time.
On the top of the metal cage, the bell made a sharp and sharp sound at the right time.
"Crack."
The metal cage door opened.
It roared at the door of the cage with all its strength, trying to express its hatred and malice.
The sharp pain, like a sharp thorn, hit me again.
It knew that it had to get out of the cage to complete its mission, otherwise the severe pain would only get worse.
Just like hundreds of times in the past, it had to climb out of the cage reluctantly and with difficulty.
The severe pain gradually lessened.
Its abdomen squirmed, and the contents surged up its throat and reached its mouth.
The bulging feeling gradually disappeared.
It opened its mouth full of fangs and spit out a piece of paper in the darkness.
Another piece of paper... It thought in annoyance: These stupid humans, can't they send something interesting next time?
The piece of paper was grabbed by a young man in white robes and roughly pulled out of its mouth.
Rude humans.
The severe pain reappeared, and it howled in pain. At the same time, it knew that it was time to return to the cage.
Full of humiliation and pain, it climbed back into the cage.
The pain disappears.
The young man lit the lamp, and the dazzling light made it grin. It raised its paws to block its eight pairs of tiny eyes.
Light.
It's the most annoying thing.
Fortunately, after the young man saw the piece of paper clearly, he turned out the light as soon as possible.
"The latest updated information from the fortress," in the darkness, in its field of vision, the young human in white robe put down the piece of paper in his hand and made a much more solemn voice than usual: "Things are somewhat beyond our imagination."
"Oh?" an old and hoarse voice said.
It remembered this voice. During the years when it was taken away from the Capital of Triumph, many humans had been responsible for managing its cage, but this old voice seemed to have been managed for a longer time.
"First, the prince was intercepted and killed by Lomba at the border... But it seemed that there was no danger. Now the delegation is heading to Longxiao City under the escort of Lomba."
"You know I don't care about this." The old hoarse voice said lightly: "Where is that murderous maniac?"
"Gisa Trilman did not go with the Blood Bottle Gang to surround Ramon according to our plan - even though we hinted to them countless times through various channels about Ramon's importance to the Brotherhood," the young man said silently.
.
Giza Trellman.
All the nerves in its body were stimulated by that familiar name again.
its enemy.
Magician.
The enemy of life stalks the flesh and blood.
"What happened?" The old hoarse voice sounded again.
"It has appeared publicly...According to our informant at Broken Dragon Fortress, Giza seems to have endangered the safety of His Highness Thales on the road." The young man said.
The sound of a cane hitting the ground sounded in the darkness.
"Huh?" the old voice asked: "According to the previous reports, wasn't it the Queen of Night who intercepted His Highness, so she asked for help from Broken Dragon Fortress?"
"Yes, but the information has been updated. It seems that things have become a little complicated." The young man raised his head and showed a smile that no one could see clearly in the dark: "The reason why the blood magician appears is because of that thing in the hands of the vampires -
—The dark coffin in the dark night.”
It opened its eyes suddenly.
During the years when it was separated from the main body, although it experienced too much numbness and chaos, the memory of the main body still remained in its mind.
Mingye...
Such a familiar vocabulary...
Where have you heard that?
silence.
The old hoarse voice did not reply.
"I remember that thing is on the list of legendary anti-magic weapons... But judging from your reaction," the young man in white robe raised his eyebrows: "It is indeed an amazing thing, right? You know, if
Let’s send the message and deploy our manpower now, maybe we can intercept the Queen of Night…”
The air in the darkness seemed to freeze instantly.
"Don't ask, that coffin is not something we can touch." After a while, a hoarse voice slowly sounded: "Whether it is the coffin itself or the contents in the coffin."
The young man frowned with a puzzled expression.
But he finally nodded: "After Giza was forced back by the Flower of Fortress holding the Supreme Shield, it did not appear again... and Ramon was also led to Exeter by us according to the original plan."
The old figure slowly stood up.
"Very good, if the Blood Bottle Gang still can't find Ramon, we will remind them again... we must lure the Blood Magic Master there no matter what..."
"Actually, that's exactly the next thing I want to say," the young voice interrupted: "Your last test seems to have worked."
The owner of the old voice, Black Prophet Morat Hansen, slowly raised his head in the darkness.
"Although under our surveillance, the Brotherhood headquarters did not make any moves... but the Black Sword appeared at the border between the two countries," the young man curled his lips: "I think he went to save Ramon... It seems that Ramon
There is indeed a problem, and his value to the Brotherhood may be far beyond our imagination."
There was another strange silence.
Until Morat's gloomy laughter slowly came out.
"Hahaha," Black Prophet chuckled: "Hey, I was almost deceived by my own student and that old woman... At that moment, I really wanted to dispel my doubts about Ramon's identity and eliminate him from the dark side.
It’s off the list.”
"However, no matter how carefully you conceal it, it cannot defeat your suspicion, which is stronger than Broken Dragon Fortress, teacher." The young man in white robe, Raphael Lindbergh, raised his head in the darkness and chuckled sarcastically.
"Let the news go out," Morat didn't care about Raphael's ridicule. He put away his smile and whispered: "The prince should have entered Exeter, right?"
Raphael nodded: "They are on the last stretch of the Black Sand Territory."
"Let Jorah come back," Black Prophet nodded and took a deep breath: "Now that he has completed his mission and successfully led Ramon to the prince's mission..."
Raphael crushed the paper in his hand and sprinkled it lightly on a strange pattern on the ground. After the scraps of paper came into contact with the pattern, they burned strangely and disappeared.
"Do you want to take the next step?" the young man said calmly.
"Well, it's time to give a big gift to both the Dark Room and the Brotherhood," Black Prophet paused with his cane: "Get ready to set off. This is your first big test before taking over as the head of the Secret Service - to ensure that Black
Jian and Giza entered Longxiao City at the same time and discovered Ramon."
Raphael smiled brightly.
"The Black Sword versus the Blood Magician will definitely be a big scene," Morat took a deep breath and sat down again: "It's really an exciting scene."
"So you are responsible for drawing away the two legendary anti-magic weapons in Longxiao City?" Raphael raised his lips: "A unscrupulous magician in a country's capital... Whether the scene is big or not is secondary, but
It will definitely look ugly, are you sure you want to do this?"
Especially... that is a murderous maniac who is famous to all intelligence agencies.
Raphael had a smile on his face and said silently in his heart.
"Think of it as the stars' return gift to Exeter, and let us breathe a sigh of relief for the losses that His Majesty and I have suffered in the past few months." The Black Prophet sighed with emotion: "After all, this is also to solve the blood problem more efficiently.
The threat of the magic master..."
"I really want to see how the old woman in Longxiao City copes with such a situation."
Also, Morat thought secretly: With the tacit approval of the Kingdom's Secret Department, the Black Street Brotherhood has been prosperous for too many years.
Now that the Blood Bottle Gang has been severely damaged by the blow, both Aixida and Giza are forced to show up.
It's time for the Brotherhood, including the hand behind it, to pay a price.
Everything is for the stability of the Star Kingdom, isn't it?