Black Scepter Chapter 96: I admit defeat, human

>Arantis began a "renovation" of great historical significance.

Countless workers started construction underground, and logging forces headed towards the dark, dense forests outside the city. Five hundred blacksmiths had placed their anvils underground. A military area dedicated to weapons manufacturing was planned at At the edge of the city, wood and coal were thrown into the furnace, and the red flames became the ocean, and the clanging sounds of the clanking began to reverberate in the underground world.

The elves collected a lot of wood with the help of the logging team. The first longbows made and the iron arrows delivered by Lord Christina have been delivered for use. Krenze has led some night elves who are willing to work for Morpheus. The clan settled on the first floor of the underground world, and after getting familiar with the environment and atmosphere here, more and more clan people began to show their willingness to migrate.

And in the corner of Arantis, Andalil, imprisoned here, is no longer as violent as when Morpheus erected the ice mirror.

A month and a half ago, Morpheus waved and created a smooth ice mirror that allowed her to look directly at her face. This is almost comparable to the pain of depriving the soul for a woman who cherishes her appearance more than life-for Anda For Lille, this behavior was enough for her to kill Morpheus ten thousand times.

Women are the strangest creatures in the world. For Morpheus, their emotions are often ridiculous and unreasonable. If there is anything that can be quietly accepted by him, it will only be Joan’s sun-like warmth. The type of calmness-Askandi, Lilith and even Ilindal, there are some incomprehensible parts in his impression.

And at this moment, Andaril, who once shouted to kill Morpheus with thousands of swords, sat quietly on the ground like a statue, and the mirror that made her soul suffer was still standing in front of her, just the mirror The middle man has clearly shown the difference from the previous one-Andalil once had a beauty that can not be guessed by age, but at the moment her eyes have a wrinkle, and the skin is pale and terrible, as if for many years. Prisoners who had been imprisoned after seeing the sun had their tangled hair more tangled, and Andariel, who had only one gauze under him, shivered in the cold darkness.

Her strength has fallen to the level of maintaining her appearance, this level is basically at the bottom of the food chain for "Inferno"-let a devil-level demon endure the "curse of aging" This is cruel.

It seems to be a compromise, or what decision was made. After not knowing how many days and nights, Andariel, who has never spoken with Morpheus, suddenly stood up, looked down at his hands imprisoned by the element chain, and made a noise Tao: "What is all this for?"

She recalled the scene when she ran away from the temple. The girl with an ugly scar on her face who bowed her head all day and dared not stare at her left the temple that she once thought was the warmest home-her Prayer and her expectations were finally slapped loudly by reality, and a blow broke her self-considered heart.

What is the consequence of a woman who sees her life as ruined if her face is destroyed?

Andalil came to the highest mountain, and after looking far away, the temple priest of class I had helplessly prayed for the last time-she prayed that the world can ignore the ugliness of her face, for her Leave a trace of tolerance. *1*1*

Jumping off the cliff, she disappeared into the world's vision.

But this is not the end of the story.

"Suicide, you must go to hell."

In the age of belief in the gods, this sentence is also one of the contents of word of mouth among countless people. When Andariel opened her eyes, there were only endless howls and wails in her ears. Instead, God's forgiveness was severely punished-death? That's just the beginning of pain...

"What is my experience, what is it?"

Andariel’s body slowly released a dark green light in the dark, and countless memories that he no longer wanted to remember flashed before his eyes. This demon whose face was already like a middle-aged woman slowly left a drop Tears.

"Human, are you doing what you are waiting for this day to come?"

She raised her head and asked in front of her.

In the shadows, Morpheus stepped forward, alone, looking at Andalier who had a strange body in front of him, and expressed a calm answer: "Some things, you can’t regret it, whether it is unintentional or deliberate."

"Oh, in this way, only the winner will say, if one day when your soul is squeezed at my fingertips, I will tell you the same way-people in high positions will always not Recalling what they looked like in the low post, the only thing they remembered was hatred and humiliation, didn’t they? So they should always repay these injustices that they had received-just like you used to be in front of me and ridiculed by me , And now double these back, right?"

"You ignored a bit."

Morpheus slowly pulled out the fragments of the sacred gun in his hand. The little golden light brought up when his fingers brushed brought a touch of warmth to the cold space. "The world is not composed of hatred alone. If you live in hatred , The things that are most important to the world cannot be seen in the eyes."

He took a step forward and tapped his finger on the ice mirror. The element collapsed instantly, replaced by a ring of flames driving away the cold.

"You can't see hope, love or trust, so you are paranoid that everyone is against you, aren't you?"

Andaril smiled and bowed his head, and his dry hands were like skeletons, and he was shocked by the fire around him. "Young man, you have too little experience. This lecture taught me to listen to it thousands of years ago. People have said it, but you believed it blindly, and I proved it was not credible in thousands of years."

She raised her head and actually made a regretful expression on Morpheus. "Say, what do you want to say after staring at me in the shadow for so long?"

Morpheus is not embarrassing after being exposed. In fact, after Lampard’s affairs were finalized, he would stand here for a moment every day—why? Naturally, it was because Ashkandi was missing in the chaos of time and space.

"I need to know her clues."

Andariel slightly turned her head, tapping the chain of her wrist rhythmically with her eyes drooping. It seemed that she was thinking about the answer behind this question for the first time, but after a while, she whispered back: " Do you love her?"

Love her?

This question makes Morpheus stunned as if it were a body-fixing technique. How complicated is the word "love"? He just mentioned it in a conversation with the demon in front of him, but when the problem lay on him, he understood that he was indeed as Andariel said...too naive.

"Oh, I understand that this word troubles you, but this does not prevent you from still occupying the initiative-I really have no choice. I die here and become the laughing stock of countless people in the future, or say a few Unimportant clues in exchange for some possible kindness?"

"Actually, I want to point you out to a weird place." Morpheus rotates the fragment of the sacred gun between fingers. "Always speculate on others in my own way of thinking, and can't get a true answer."

Andariel said with a very careless lip, seemingly too lazy to take Morpheus's words. She pointed to her chest and said, "Then what conditions would you use in exchange for the'answer' in my mouth."

Morpheus raised his eyebrows. He didn’t expect that the demon-level demon would suddenly soften his breath, but this usually meant that some unexpected situation was about to happen. He changed the fragment of the sacred gun to a grip, and moved his hind feet slightly. Noah, he replied: "If you say that you will eventually die due to the curse of aging, what do you want now?"

"Ha, if I die here, my soul will still be dragged back to **** by Solanda. At that time, it was not as simple as watching myself grow old-I want to live, but not for Solanda Life, this is my request... yes, it is a "request", do you understand what this word means for a demon-level demon?"

Andariel’s body surface seems to be getting brighter and brighter, which seems to mean that she is using an energy-consuming spell, "I can sign a contract with you-of course, it can be the humblest master-servant contract. ...Ha, after the signing, I can do anything for you..."

She narrowed her eyes, her angelic face with a devil's smile.

"And, no return."

"Click!"

As soon as Andalil’s words were finished, he found that the elemental cage surrounding him was smashed by Morpheus, and then the young man rushed in front of him in one step. !

She glowed with green light all of a sudden, she was beaten up, and then fell to the ground because her limbs were imprisoned by elemental chains.

"I really thought I was as naive as you?"

Morpheus reached out and picked up this woman with a conspiracy, and pulled her body in - when the cheeks of the two were almost stuck together, the fingers of Morpheus had fallen into the delicate skin of Andalil’s neck: " Either say or die, I don’t have too much kindness to the devil."

He knows very well that he has always been at a disadvantage in negotiations from beginning to end-if Andariel died like this, he would never be able to find any clues from it. Of course, Andariel knew this, but still Step by step pulling Morpheus into a trap... a contract? Morpheus, who has signed a servant contract with Ashcandi, has far more knowledge of this word than Andariel imagined.

"What else can you do?" Andariel coughed and laughed, her cheeks began to become bluish because the palm of the Morpheus pinched the neck, "Do you think your fist can make you more away from the answer?" Recently? Do you think that after my strength drops to a lower level than you, I really can't do anything about you?"

Morpheus let go and looked at Andalil and asked, "How much time do you have?"

"This is like negotiating."

The Mother of Pain took a deep breath, but her chest suddenly shimmered, "Let me see how important she is in your heart..."

With his hands raised, Andariel quickly drew a complex and esoteric magic circle in the air and continued: "As you can see, the master-servant contract, I am the master, you are the servant, how? I think you are sure I want to know where she went, and the only one who can take you is me."

"Test the bottom line? You are just using language to create traps." Morpheus had a moment of hesitation in his heart, but he immediately made up his mind and raised his hand to use the Holy Gun to traverse the center of the circle formed by this light curtain and shatter. The demon's contractual pattern disappeared in the sound, "There are more than one person who knows the plane secret, you are not the only life-saving straw."

"But you have no choice, otherwise you won't come here, will you?"

Andariel’s appearance has once again been severely changed since the magic circle was just released. The wrinkles in the corners of the eyes have become obvious, and her eyes are deeply sunken. At this moment, her image is like a woman who is over 40 years old and has begun to accelerate aging. ——The demon seems to turn around Morpheus from beginning to end. In fact, he is already difficult to support at the end of the crossbow, and now the strength of Andariel can't allow her to cast more spells while maintaining her appearance!

So it doesn’t take a few minutes, and she doesn’t need to do anything Morpheus at all, she will die because of energy exhaustion-gambling, this is Andariel’s current behavior.

Morpheus narrowed his eyes, he clearly saw the misery of the mother of pain, but it was obvious that it was unrealistic to ask what he wanted before the demon died. He held his arms and looked at standing Andariel, whose image suddenly became older in the imprisonment circle, remained silent.

Courage, calm, this is Morpheus's biggest current card.

Andariel’s cheeks were swollen, and then thinned quickly. The ends of his hair had begun to show gray and white. This process was visible to the naked eye, and the two confronted each other in this way-to put it bluntly, this is Andariel’s Survival competition with Morpheus's emphasis on Ashkandi.

Three minutes.

Andalil’s hair is completely white~IndoMTL.com~ The wrinkles on her forehead and cheeks are no different from those of a 60-year-old woman, and her spine is even curved a lot, and at the same time, her left face is also A huge and ugly scar appeared.

The existence of this scar caused Andariel’s original golden ratio to be destroyed in an instant, and Morpheus was secretly surprised-he seemed to guess something vaguely, but at this moment he dare not say a few more words.

Whoever speaks first is weak, and the back of the Morpheus has been sweating for a long time, and Andariel’s fingers have been deeply inserted into the palm of his hand because of tension.

A very painful minute.

In the end, Andariel lowered his head first. In the image of the ancient old man, she saw the reflection of the water surface after the ice melted under her feet. That ugly face suddenly made her intend to continue to hold on suddenly, and then in After stunned for nearly ten seconds, he sighed and said softly: "Human, you let me see what I dare not face...Aging, heh..."

She looked at herself reflected in the water, stretched her hand gently over the scar on her left cheek, slowly closed her eyes, and finally stretched out her hands, saying: "I admit defeat, human."