Advent of the Archmage Chapter 513: Duke of the North (4/4)

Orida Stronghold.

'Tearing ~' Duke Abel tore a document to pieces: "It's all an excuse, there aren't enough mature men. It seems I'm too forgiving!"

This document is a reply from a small town in the south to the drafting order. He requested to recruit 3,000 people. As a result, the town only sent 2,000 soldiers. One third less, Duke Abel was very dissatisfied.

Unhappy in his heart, Abel felt that he was surging in his chest, his nose twitched unconsciously, and his hand instinctively reached the hilt of his sword. There was a longing in his heart.

He wants to smell fresh blood, he wants to see the blood mist forming when the blood is sprayed out of the body, he also wants to hear the sound of "噗哧" when the sword pierces the flesh, and it is punctured Screams. . . . . . He likes killing children the best. It is better to be a little girl. They are delicate and cut down with a sword. It is like splitting a piece of meat and tofu. It has a little resistance, but it is not very big and feels very good.

No, he can't think about it anymore. If he thinks about it, he will sneak out of the fortress again to kill.

His hands were sometimes clenched and sometimes released. His palms were wet with sweat. It took more than ten minutes for the Duke of Abel to suppress the killing in his heart.

He releases the hilt and is ready to read the next file.

At this moment, he felt something flashing in the corner, he immediately took the sword handle, looked up at the same time, and saw a dark place in the corner, where a dark shadow was standing there.

"Who are you?" Duke Abel sighed softly.

"It doesn't matter who I am, what's important is that you are in a very bad situation, Marshal." Hei Ying whispered softly, listening to the tone, and seemed to be happy and gloating.

Abel laughed: "Hey, I already have the power of legend, is the strongest fighter in the fortress, there are more than 50,000 soldiers in the fortress, who dares to move me!"

Heiying reported a name: "The Lord of Field, Baron Molenei."

Abel's expression is stagnant, and he will sniff at other people, but the legendary magician Link, he is very jealous. Not only does the opponent ’s magic make him feel scared, but his territory also supplies most of the fortress ’supplies. Once he was offended and the supplies were cut off, the supplies in the fortress were supported for up to two months.

After two months, the soldiers have to run out of food and then automatically collapse.

"For no reason, why did Lord Field deal with me?" Abel said dumbly.

Hei Ying gave a soft laugh, and his voice was sharp and thin, which made Abel uncomfortable. He wished to immediately rush to chop the opponent's body into two sections, but now he also wanted to hear the opponent I wanted to say something, so Shengsheng resisted the impulse.

After the other laughed, he said softly: "Because of your strength, your strength comes from killing, and you need to keep killing, don't you think it's strange?"

Black Shadow's words are very light, but in Abel's ears it sounded like a big thunder: "Yeah, what power is promoted by killing?" Even the devil can't do this. I have become more and more addicted to killing recently. If I do n’t kill one day, I will feel uncomfortable and I won't sleep. I was still thinking about the process of killing the little girl. . . . . . How is this different from a demon? ’

He already felt that his strength was wrong, but he didn't dare to think deeply, but now, when he thought about what he had done, he suddenly felt a cold sweat.

During this time, the Duke of Abel didn't feel terrible, but he was reminded so much, and afterwards, he couldn't believe that he would do such a thing.

But who is this shadow?

"You who show me your head, show me!" The Duke of Abel pulled out his sword with a sigh. If this guy doesn't reveal his identity again, he will definitely kill it with a sword.

The dark shadow chuckled and walked out of the dark corner. It was a woman in a black silk dress. She was as enchanting as a snake, her facial features were exquisite but slightly sharp. She looked at the Duke of Abel and pouted slightly. Smile.

"Ah ... you are ... it's you!"

The Duke of Abel couldn't help taking a step back. He felt like he was all messed up. The woman was exactly the same as the glorious angel who had given him power that night. The only difference was the clothes he wore.

"Yeah, it's me. I gave you the power to kill. I gave you the extraordinary power to look down on Ferroman. You are now a legendary warrior, should you thank me?"

"You ... you are a demon!" The Duke of Abel didn't know he had been fooled yet.

The woman in this black dress waved her hand violently, with an expression of extreme contempt: "Don't compare me with the devil, those rude and stupid guys are only worthy of being slaves. Oh ~ Lord Marshal, you still don't want to worry about me Now, consider yourself. As far as I know, Link is on his way north. He already knows your secret. You should find a way to protect yourself. "

'噗 ~' The Duke of Abel sat down in a chair and murmured: "It's useless, how can I be his opponent, he can kill tens of thousands of demons by himself. Such power, What if I was promoted to legend? I'm finished, my hands are covered with blood, he will never forgive me ... I'm finished, finished. "

The Duke of Abel held his head and murmured to himself, his heart was filled with complicated emotions, such as fear, shame, anger, etc.

The woman laughed again: "What a coward, you are now the Field Marshal of the Northern Legion, the Duke of Abel, countless warriors loyal to you, and a large number of magicians to work for you. Link goes north, and with him No more than ten people, what are you afraid of? "

"He can destroy a legion by himself!"

"That's because there is no warrior against him, he also used range attack magic, but now, like him, you are the same legendary strongman, the soldiers in the fortress are ordinary people, you think he will Use the same magic to deal with innocent warriors? No, he won't, these warriors are your hostages ... do you understand? "

The Duke of Abel said something in his heart, his fear was slightly reduced, and his shame was covered by anger: "Yeah, I'm a Marshal of the Legion. What is Link qualified to judge me, he is nothing but Viscount's youngest son. No, I can't give in, I want to resist, I want ... I want to kill him! "

Duke Abel's idea of ​​killing, which had just been suppressed, re-emerged again. The killing intention was so strong that his body surface showed a slight dark red light, and his eyes became blood red.

"Yes, that's it, that's it." The woman in a black dress softly encouraged: "There is a small town called Greenstone 100 miles south, and there is a rage plague in the city. You should lead the army to control Plague, there are tens of thousands of people in the city, eh. "

The words gave a deep coolness to the Duke of Abel, and he growled, "You get me!"

"I'll take the news as you please. What to do depends on your own choice." The woman in the black skirt receded to the corner without knowing what method she used, the whole person. It disappeared like a mist.

It is strange to say that the Duke of Abel was roaring and screaming, it should be very dynamic, and the guards outside the study room should rush in, but when the black skirt woman retreated, the study room was still quiet.

The Duke of Abel was too lazy to find out. He was paralyzed on a chair, his eyes were staring blankly at the ceiling of the study, but he was thinking about the words of the woman in black dress in his head.

‘Greestone, Furious Plague, Killing Demons, Link ’s Judgment. ’Words go around in his mind, just like a curse, they ca n’t be dispelled.

Don't know how long, Duke Abel shouted, "Guard! Guard!"

The ‘click’ door was pushed open, and a young warrior came in and looked at the Duke of Abel with an admiring look: "Marshal, what do you command?"

"Go, call my daughter Annie!"

"Yes, Marshal." The young soldier retreated.

Abel took out the pen and paper and began to write the letter. He held his hand and kept writing. The letter himself was very confused. From time to time, Abel stopped his pen and looked at the letter with blinking eyes. Destroy it.

But he still didn't do it.

A few minutes later, he wrote the letter, put it in an envelope, sealed it with fire paint, and stamped his marshal's stamp. At this time, the door was pushed open, and Anne, in black and black leather, left When she came in, she frosted, and when she saw her father, she said coldly, "Marshal, what are you doing?"

"Take this letter and go to the south. Master Link is on his way north. You give it to Master Link ... You don't need to go alone, and let Kanosh go with you. Go! "

"Yes, Marshal." Annie took the letter indifferently, closed it up, and asked, "Anything else, Marshal?"

The Duke of Abel knew why her daughter was so indifferent to herself. At Garasson, she had always opposed killing civilians by herself, but he didn't listen. After the killing, she became like this.

"It's okay, you can set off as soon as possible! Remember, don't give the letter to anyone except Link, even in my name, do you understand?"

"I see." Annie was surprised, but she left with a letter.

After a while, the Duke of Abel heard the sound of a horse's hoof, and his heart tightened again. He took a few steps to look at the window, and saw his daughters Annie and Carnotius riding out of the Orida Fortress.

The Duke of Abel suddenly became afraid. He was like a sleepy beast. He turned around in the study. After half an hour, he suddenly shouted, "Come, come!

The guard ran in again: "Marshal, what happened?"

"Princess Anne and Kano Xi betrayed me, go, you go to inform the MI3 leader, let him send someone to arrest them back, be fast, speed must be fast, absolutely not let them run away! Absolutely No! "Roared the Duke Abel.

"Yes, I see." The soldier hurried to convey the order. (To be continued.)