The Rise of the Cemetery

Chapter 0246: Behind the scenes

When the light in the blood-red crystals twirled, the pupils of the beasts also began to rotate, glancing around in the secret room, and staring at the controller of the circle, Archmage Kulinaks.

"Remember, Luke Kestren, this is the most real and direct desire in the heart of mankind! No matter what time, you must face it, respect it, and surpass it, otherwise it will be manipulated by it sooner or later." Lord Mage slowly explained that he dismissed the eyes of the grievances in the circle, and the object of his explanation was an extraordinary young mage standing quietly at the door of the chamber.

The young mage named Luke had a fair and handsome face, a sturdy and tall figure, and a black robe of a middle-level mage was well-cut, and it was even more talented. From the style and style of the mage robe on his body, as well as the exquisite magic thread and the magic gems with corners, it can be seen that it is not a standard model uniformly distributed by the Master Guild, but a special high-end custom-made product. One can see that this person's wealth is rich.

Raising his hands and throwing himself in the room, the young mage's hands, neck, and waist all have a faint magic aura shining, and the magical glow can be used to judge the extraordinaryness of these equipments. What makes people feel even more extraordinary is his attitude towards the Grand Master. There is no trembling of low-level mages, but he is learning through communication in a more equal identity.

"Teacher, can such a strong collection of resentments be collected and utilized completely? Does it have anything to do with our plan?" Master Luke asked doubtfully.

"It has a huge effect on our plan, and it is simply an irreplaceable top priority. With it, our Blood Sacrifice Circle is likely to attract the attention of the Abyssal Lord, and you will get the powerful fighting pet you expect! This kind of resentment assembly is also the main material for creating resentful banshees. The better the quality, the stronger the spiritual power of the banshee produced. Like the one in front of us, it has been called the best. The power of the demon howl is close to the power of 9th-level spells! "

The Archmage Lord briefly introduced it, and looking at the young Master ’s expression, a faint smile appeared on the shadow of the shadow: "Do n’t think about resentment, even though the power is also not small, but now It ’s not appropriate. The group of Necromancers are too violent, and the major countries are rebounding fiercely. You have a high reputation for high-level undeads at this time, and you have a bad reputation. She is unlikely, so it is more practical to focus on your future demon war pet. "

"Tutor, what do you think is the most likely to be summoned?" When referring to the magic pet, the young Master Luke was immediately relieved from the regret just now, and with his fists eagerly asked, "It may be Barlowitis." Is it magic? "

Archmage Kulinaks shook his head and smiled, "Of course it is possible, but you should focus on the snakes that can be controlled or the soul demon. If there is a Balo Flame, I will spend a lot of money. Strength to seal some of its strength for you, this is ... "

"Teacher, I sincerely ask you! With your strength, there must be no problem in sealing such a small Barlow Flame Demon. You also know that I will participate in this" Spell Star Contest "soon. A Barlow Flame Devil must let me get the highest laurel crown, which is too important for me and my family! "Looking at the uneasy expression on the old mage's skinny face, the young mage was cursed in his heart , I can only grind my teeth with all my heart and squeeze everything: "My mentor, my family just bought a grass elf girl some time ago and is planning to dedicate her to you!"

"I heard that you also bought one from the Atos Auction House ..." The face of the Master Master at this moment is almost comparable to the most profitable businessmen.

Master Luke's body was shocked, and the hard words said: "Yeah, I am planning to dedicate her to the Archmage."

"Haha ..." The mage was in a good mood immediately, and the small eyes that couldn't be opened at the moment were also brilliantly victorious, patting the **** and saying falsely: "You are still young, a succubus can't control you, let me give it to you You ** for a while, so as to ensure your safety! Haha ... "

"Then ... Then my Balo Flame Warlord?"

"No problem! You are my closest disciple. I can still do this as a teacher. I promise to help you to subdue a full-fledged Barlow Flame Demon and let you show your skills in the" Spell Star Contest ". , Let your family have nothing to say! "

"That offering?"

"Huh, I am the monitor here. The puppet king who has no soldiers and no rights wants to use the blood sacrifice to obtain the power of the devil. Of course, I must resolutely stop this extinct human behavior. As long as he is guaranteed a small life, it is up to him The rich evil spirit in the soul can't be said by anyone's investigation? It's true that the legendary mage Tello is really recruited, and we also have a full truth. He has no roots. The legendary mage dares to lift the lid hard. Do n’t worry, you ca n’t make a big wave! ”The Master Master said with a smile:“ If you do n’t have this puppet king in front of you, it ’s you who will bear the devil ’s bitterness. Now you ’re the one who keeps your dear pets. He pressed it, this is the place that reflects the mind of our mage. "

The young Master Luke let go of everything, and tried hard to forget the resentment he had just laughed with his tutor.

Ubisoft suddenly stopped laughing and replaced it with a sneer of disdain.

"Teacher, what's wrong?" Master Luke asked, concerned, and couldn't help asking.

"The idiot went to the altar, and it seems that he can't help it!" The archmage once gave the staff a hand: "Let's go, let's go too, and today you will make it happen!"

Almost instantaneously, the two appeared in the high altitude near the palace. Under the multiple blessings of advanced invisibility and flying spells, they did not worry about being noticed by others. Archmage Kulinaks is the supervising mage who presides over the mage tower here. The entire city of Eliat can be said to be within his control, which ensures that his plan will never be meaningless by the outside world. interference.

The two stood still at high altitudes, and with the blessing of eagle eye, they silently watched a group of people sneakily touching the hidden little building in the back garden.

Once again teleporting, the two had already appeared behind the pedestrian, only a few steps away from them, but the several guards who escorted him around His Majesty Hansen turned a blind eye, still glancing at every move with sharp eyes.

A group of people quickly entered the small building. Four guards left the entrance to guard the small building, and the other two guards accompanied His Majesty Hansen into the long, dark corridor.

The hall was not quiet at the moment. Hundreds of ragged refugees were bound and sturdy, curled up on the side of the altar. There were men and women, and even a few young children who had just walked back. The twenty heavily armed guards guarding them are all the former family knights of the Morrokhed royal family, and the young Hansen only has these trusted men.

These knights looked at the refugees with wandering and confused eyes, but more of a helpless gloom. Their hands holding the sword may still be firm, but their hearts are hesitating between right and wrong. All the unwilling guys have long gone so far. Those who can stay here are the "old people" who have served the Morrokhed royal family for more than 10 years, which makes Hansen stepping in here more crazy.

The confusion and anxiety in the eyes of the guards around him were all in his eyes, anxious, but the confusion and anxiety in his heart, but who can help him out.

The higher ones bring not only glory, but also a heavy burden. The invisible burden can sharpen a person, but more can drive a group of people crazy.

He can't wait to gain strength, help them clear the mist that covers the future, and guide them to an infinite bright future. Kill all the **** bones, kill all the villains who are dead, and sweep away all evil from this world ...

But before that, he needs strength.

"Sacrifice begins!" His Majesty Hansen's voice sounded like two pieces of wood were scratching, but as soon as he spoke, everyone at the scene was shocked.

Although the refugees whose tongues were blocked by the group did not know what they were going to face, the gloomy atmosphere and the coldness brought out by the words let them know that it was never a good thing. So one by one struggled and tumbled on the ground, squeezed into a mass, trying to hide themselves behind others in vain.

Several gloomy and numb bodyguards rushed forward and began to drag these refugees to the second floor of the altar. Two bodyguards with sharp swords were already waiting there.

The sound of the long sword thrusting the flesh sounded successively, and the corpses penetrated by the throat and heart fell down, and the blood stream rolled down quickly along the patterns on the altar, and soon the entire altar was wet . The guards who executed the order became paler, and the hand holding the sword was shaking and could no longer continue. Soon two new guards came up and took over their work, allowing the killing to continue.

When all the guards were rotated, the bodies of the 103 refugees were also covered with the entire altar, the thick blood was evaporating, and even a blood mist floated in the hall, infecting all the people present in the blood In the world. The guards gently wiped the surface of the armor with their hands, and they could wipe off a layer of blood.

His Majesty Hansen shook off the support of the two guards, took a vain pace, stepped on a greasy pool of blood, and climbed across the corpses of hands and feet, reaching the top of the altar, barely standing in front of the **** light door .

It took half a quarter of an hour before Hanson recalled the "unintentional" historical book. He first cut his wrist with his dagger and let the blood drip slowly. This followed the spell described in it, with a trembling tone Read it out loud.

"The most powerful force born from the endless abyss,

The contact by my blood calls you here,

Everything is decaying and degenerate, and it is dust!

I inherit the eternal contract here in my own name,

Give the soul and blood of the creature in front of you,

Borrowing the magic of annihilation ... "