The Amber Sword: Act 340 Depth

The morning of Baishan was shrouded in mist, and the air was filled with Xiao Hose and the cold Aura. There was a lament of lament. elves cleaned up the corpses of their companions on the battlefield, and there were low sobs. , Broke the loneliness and tranquility under this morning light.

A pair of wise eyes can see the darkness and tricks hidden behind it through the fog. It is these dark eyes, silently watching the scattered bones on the battlefield.

"Dear Majesty, let's go back. It's not very safe here. Those crazy elfs may rush up and tear us up at any time."

Madara's Her Majesty is unmoved, she bends down, grabs a handful of dust from the ground with her snow-white hands, and then releases her palm, allowing the gravel to slide from her slender fingers.

"Did you see something?"

"It is indeed the traces of Necromancy Black Magic, a very clumsy sham, I can smell the stench of the old stale and rotten bad guy in the undead sequence all the way away." Insidolon answered.

"But they don't think so." The queen pointed to the elves in the distance.

Insidolon shrugged.

"Go back," she said.

"Really gone?" Insidolon froze. He glanced at Targus, who was looking at each other, and saw the doubts in their eyes. The queen is by no means a person who listens to advice. Once she has an opinion, the empire will follow her Will and operate.

"Things already are clear, what are we still doing here?" Her Majesty asked.

"But how can we explain to those crazy tree bores? In their opinion, the undead sequence is with us," Insidolon added: "In fact, they are also a team."

"Don't talk nonsense, follow me."

"Did your Majesty see anything," Targus asked, "The undead sequence cannot deal with Baishan, let alone that they were withdrawn before we reacted. Such organizational capabilities are not like them. As expected. "

"Don't dare to forgive them."

"It is indeed the youngest member of the Lagun family. You are at least slightly smarter than this guy, Targus," said the Madara queen at the one-eyed vampire: "It is a Buga person, covered by the appearance of a psychic spell. With deeper secrets, I would like to find out what their purpose is. "

At this time, she saw someone on the other side of the mist, already, walking towards this direction, and then turned and disappeared into the forest. Insidolon and Targus looked at each other. "The rotten trees in the undead sequence colluded with the Buga people?" Insidolon asked in surprise: "But what is the Buga human figure?"

"You need to ask Targus for this question. His geography and strategy are full marks." One-eyed vampire replied with a face before turning.

"But I can rub him on the ground in a tactics class."

"This is why he is now the commander of the already army, and you are just a Brigadier."

"Some things can't be said so plainly, Targus."

"No."

...

Yinlonggang is burning, the water is reflecting the flames of the sky, and suddenly the disaster-stricken creatures are crying in the fire. The whole port is shouting with screams of despair, screams of despair, and screams of women.

Vladimir's face was expressionless, and the calm silver iris reflected thousands of Centaur pouring into the port. The Wealth, which was gathered over the centuries of the port, was instantly replaced by put to the torch, and brutal replaced civilization, ruthlessly plundering everything from Wealth, women, and life.

The body of the beheaded man piles up into mountains, blood flows into the river, stains the steps, and injects into the bay, which in turn makes the entire port bloody. But Vladimir's delicate red silk robe was spotless, as if incompatible with the tragic surroundings.

A Centaur with a blue Tattoo stinging came to him respectfully holding a waxy yellow head. Head bowed deeply. It threw the human head in front of its conqueror according to the tradition of Centaur, kneeling forward, kneeling forward, raising his hands above his head, and offering a blood-stained silver disc.

Vladimir glanced at the fleshy head, the original owner of the port, who was originally a rich country. He had a powerful army, but dared to refuse his request and hand over the slate of war. Now the whole port is buried for him, and his daughter is now crying and screaming under His Majesty Centaur. This is what annoys Silver Lineage. Those ants who are still hesitating should take good precautions. Although Buga people have lost the sky, they are still the best people in the world.

He took the disc slowly, and then he said, "Your servant is not bad. I use it very well, but this is just the interest we paid for helping you in Baishan. We The status is equal, you don't need to expect that Silver Lineage will become your slave like these foolish creature.

"They are just vassals of demons, not my slaves," a voice said.

An imaginary came out from behind the chief of Centaur. She carried her hands on her back and looked like Correct miss merchant, but with an indifferent and disdainful smile on her face: "But they can at least let you escape the accountability of silver Council and prove you Tarachi City and the Eye of the Omniscient have not intervened in matters above the earth. "

"Council is not so easy to deceive," Vladimir shook his head, "Not to mention that we shot in Baishan, let alone those things we did in Aouine, Council will find out the truth sooner or later. But I don't plan to hide it. In my life, I just want to have enough strength to protect myself before breaking with those pedantic guys.

"You will," Twilight smiled calmly: "You should know that a world is nothing to me, I will promises to give you a world, let you become its master, whether you can survive How long, immortality, but I will takes back that world after you die. "

Vladimir played with the silver disc in his hand with his slender and pale fingers, and his discernable disc reflected his grim face, long cheeks, cold eyes, thin lips and goats. Hu: "Then let's talk about the following issues. I will send the gray Wizards to Aouine, but I still don't understand what you want."

"Let Aouine mess up and stir up the water. I need you to help me catch some people, and that's all."

"Only these?" Vladimir shook his head: "I don't believe your followers can't do it."

"No, they can't. Odin and Gaetel have been on the Aouine layout for a long time. I suspect they got the woman's advice and left many seals on that land. Even my men dare not move easily , I buried a **** there a few years ago, but I still ca n’t find a chance to attack it.

Twilight's eyes flashed with danger and hatred.

"Also, there is a tricky character there. Don't take it lightly, Vladimir, he will be a difficult opponent."

"You mean the newly emerging Count of Tonigel, I didn't expect that you would take it so seriously to a mortal."

"He is not mortal, Vladimir, if you think about it, you will suffer a lot."

Vladimir didn't mind it and nodded lightly.

"Well, since this is the content of the transaction, then I will did so, I will let Luo Warlock Sadr go to Aouine in person. He is one of us who is best at deceiving people. Let a small country mess up with him. It ’s just a small matter. He wo n’t miss it. If one of the twelve wizard Bosss will miss a Aouine, then the Buga will not have the status they are today. ”

"I hope so."

Twilight gave him a deep look before his body gradually disappeared into the air.

A moment after she left, Centaur in front of Vladimir disintegrated. Eyes, hair, epidermis, muscles and internal organs seemed to be melting wax. They rolled down, exposing the pale skeleton below, and finally the skeleton. They collapsed into pieces.

During the whole process, the big Wizard never blinked.

...

Delfhyr carefully rubbed the poor stone wall in the dark and moved forward. The attendant behind him tried to raise the torch several times, but she refused.

This dark and spooky basement hides the deepest shadow of this Count of Swallowburg Qianjin spirit / mind. This is the black prison of Swallowburg. She is familiar with every inch of land here, and whenever she is immersed in the darkness, she can't help but recall those studies With days using Devil Magic. The dark Mana devoured her flesh and soul. The screams from the deepest part of Hell still seem to linger in her ears. She has almost been reduced to a demon sacrifice several times, and her best childhood playmate has also lost her life. In a spell experiment.

To this day, she dare not recall the **** scene, snow-white corpses scattered in the dark room, unwilling eyes, piercing her heart like the tip of a knife.

But revenge is tormenting her heart like a flame. Only in this way, only by selling one's own soul can he regain his father's business and save his father.

Suddenly she stopped in front of a cell. There was a slight sound of metal chains in the dark.

At that moment, the moonlight just passed through the iron railing of the skylight above the black prison, and dropped the pale light spots on Delfhyr's face. After a long and lasting quarter of an hour, only a faint, incredible sound came from the darkness. :

"Delfhyr, is it you, they arrested you too?"

"It's me, my father, I'm back."

A pale-haired old man groped and slowly moved from the end of the prison to his daughter. Delfhyr remembers how he looked when he saw his father one's own last time. Man, however, was just a four-year prison life that destroyed all his energy and body.

…… (To be continued.) Mobile users please visit http://m.piaotian.net