Act 340 Fall

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.

"Do 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 the 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 she has an opinion, the empire must operate according to her will.

"The matter is clear, why are we still 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 level.”

"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 walking in this direction on the other side of the mist, and then turned around and disappeared into the forest. Instaron and Tagus looked at each other. "The Kuchiki gang of the Undead Sequence actually colluded with the Buga people?" Instalong asked in surprise: "But what are the Buga people planning?"

"You have to ask Taggs 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 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 whole port is roaring with the laughter of killing, the screams of despair 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 had been accumulated in the port for centuries was burned to the ground in an instant, and barbarism replaced civilization, ruthlessly plundering everything - whether it was wealth, women, or lives.

The corpses of beheaded men piled up in mountains, and blood flowed into rivers, staining the steps red, and then poured into the bay, making the entire port red with blood. But Vladimir’s exquisite red silk robe was spotless, as if it were so incompatible with the tragic background around him.

A centaur with a green tattoo came to him respectfully carrying a waxy human head. Bow your head deeply. It places the head according to the centaur tradition,

Throw it in front of its conqueror, kneel half forward, raise your hands above your head, and offer a blood-stained silver disk.

Vladimir glanced at the bloody head - the original owner of this port, who was once extremely wealthy. Has a powerful army, but dares to refuse his request to hand over the War Tablet. Now the whole port is buried with him, and his daughter is now wailing and screaming under the centaur's crotch. This is what will happen if you offend the Silver People. Those ants who are still hesitating should take a warning. Although the Buga people have lost the sky, they are still the best nation in the world.

He slowly took the disk, and then said: "Your servant is pretty good, I can use it very smoothly, 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 walked out from behind the Centaur Chief. She had her hands behind her back. She looked exactly like a businesswoman, but she had a cold and disdainful smile on her face: "But at least they can 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, what we did in White Mountain, not to mention the things we did in Eruin, the Parliament will find out the truth sooner or later. 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 issue. I will send the gray mages to Eruin, but I still don't understand what you want."

"Let Eruin stir up 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. There are many seals left on that land. Even my men don'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 shone 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's just a trivial matter to him. He will not miss. 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. Opened up and turned into fragments.

From beginning to end, the master never blinked during the whole process.

…

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 days of learning and using demonic magic. 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 devil several times, and her best childhood friend also lost her life. During 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 burned her heart like a flame. Only in this way, only by selling her soul, could she regain her father's family business 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 Delphiri's face. After a quarter of an hour that seemed like an eternity, 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, just four years of prison life destroyed all his energy and body.

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