Ruins Amanda.

It was midnight at this time, and the commotion caused by the sudden manhunt had gradually subsided. Beneath the walls on the outskirts of the ruins, filthy blood pooled into pools of blood in the low-lying areas, reflecting the staggering figures of the slave laborers.

Silently enduring the whip that was even more cruel than ever, the slaves dragged the corpses full of sharp arrows out of the city wall with blank expressions, and piled them up on the sand outside the ruins, even some of the wounded and wailing slaves were thrown out, and it must not be long before this place became a banquet scene for the beasts that followed the bloody air.

"You bastards, now all of you bastards are to go back to your own shed, and if I find anyone walking outside after midnight, they will be treated as the conspirators of the True Knowledge!" the slaves curled their necks and endured Wren's insults, until they heard the instructions to disband, and then they left as if they had been pardoned.

After a hearty scolding, Wren had apparently regained his confidence from the cowardly slaves, believing that it was only a matter of time before he tore Roger's ever-smiling face. Pacing with broken steps, Wren with a mustache held the hilt of the sword, and quietly pinched the diamond-shaped beacon embedded in the hilt, and then a black-armored warrior silently stepped out of the phalanx of the law enforcement team, kneeling on one knee in front of Wren with a spear, and the face depicted on the visor was hideous and terrifying in the firelight.

Wren said lightly, "Now you have half of your men to watch over the group of slaves, and the other people will come with me." What was embarrassing was that after a while, the black-armored warrior in front of him did not respond, but still knelt there on one knee, like a black statue made of cast iron.

Under the firelight, Wren frowned unconsciously, but fortunately, no one dared to look at the frightened overseers and slaves around him, which made Wren feel a little relieved, "Such instructions are still vague? What a bunch of idiot-like creatures." ”

Muttering such an unclear sentence in a low voice, Wren cleared his throat and continued to pretend: "No. 1 to No. 50 show me the group of slave laborers, you must not let one person escape, the others, just follow me." ”

This time, Wren's voice fell, and the black-armored warriors who were kneeling on one knee clenched their left hands into fists, banging on their breastplates, and fifty black-armored warriors from the law enforcement team in the phalanx walked out in a row and walked to the shed area between the city wall and the building, while the rest of the soldiers followed behind Wren silently.

"Well, that's good. Wren watched with satisfaction as the law enforcement team methodically drove away the slave laborers who had not yet had time to enter the shack under his orders, and he rubbed the diamond-shaped beacon disguised as a jewel, and for a moment he was full of ambition.

The dull sound of the bronze bell in the inner city echoed through the ruins, which marked the arrival of midnight, and a sinister smile appeared on Wren's face, "Let's go, it's time for us to tell the lord that the prey is in the net......."

At the foot of the towering stone hill that surrounds the ruins, near the foot of the mountain, the mountain seems to have been cut with a knife, forming a cliff that the undead who once lived here dug open and built it into a palace complex for Gilson, the insect eater, the undead lord of the dead. Countless years later, on the fallen throne of the Lord, an old man with white hair was sitting on it, staring at the flickering crystal ball in front of him in silence.

This is the deepest part of the palace, and the cold corridor is flanked by thick stone pillars carved into the Doric style, which support the hemispherical dome, and follow the dark red carpet of the corridor, and ascend the staircase, under which the huge stone throne sits the throne of the huge undead lord, which was originally designed for the huge size of the undead lord, and now sits a thin old man, which inevitably looks a little nondescript.

The curled up old man tapped the scepter in his hand, and the lilac crystal ball rolled again the scene of Roger and the three of them escaping, sharp arrows, firelight, mockery, and the last distorted space.

Holding the round crystal ball, like stroking a moving girl, the old man obsessively let his eyes close to the distorted space in the image, Fitz, who has ruled here for nearly half a century, can be sure that this magic is not really known to those young people can control, in this era of withering magic, only magicians from the pan-continent have such magic.

This shows that the catastrophe that swept the continent has ended, and they still came to atone for their shameless betrayal.

"Come, come, I've been waiting for you for so long that I've forgotten your name, mage. Fitz shuddered and placed the crystal ball beside him, for he heard the sound of the guests visiting, and as the owner of the ruins, there was no shortage of necessary courtesies.

"Boom"

A sinister laugh echoed in the empty and lonely palace hall with a dark wind, followed by the sound of chaotic wings flapping, and a swarm of bats flew in like a cloud of black smoke, hovering over the dome above Fitz's head, and a gloomy voice seemed to sound from all directions, "Long time no see, Fitz, why don't you guard your broken ruins, you have time to contact me." ”

Opening his cloudy eyes, Fitz's old voice echoed through the hall, "Aaron, why don't you even have the guts to step into my broken ruins now? ”

Countless bats flapped their wings to form a wonderful melody, and the dark wizard Aaron's sneering voice sounded in Fitz's ears, "Hey, Fitz, don't you know what you have laid out in your stone palace? ”

With a cold snort, Fitz acquiesced in this matter, he tapped lightly on the stone throne, and his voice was not hurried, "That bait escaped, this time I must be able to find the hiding place of the group of people in the True Knowledge, as for the tracking matter, I don't think I need to interfere." ”

"It's okay to catch a little mouse that escaped, but what makes me wonder is how you could call me so kindly this time, this is not your Fitz's 'lord' style, aren't you afraid that I will monopolize the repository you've been searching for for fifty years?

Stroking the crystal ball in his hand, Fitz said absentmindedly, "Even if you get the key to open the storage vault from the True Knowledge, what can you do if you don't know the location of the vault, okay, let's talk about these things when you get the key in your hand, I mainly want to remind you of one thing." ”

Fitz held up the crystal ball, and the scene was frozen again to the scene where Roger distorted space to escape, "Watch out for that young man in black, I suspect that he is a magician who came here from the pancontinent. ”

"Oh roar" Aaron's tone suddenly sharpened, "Magicians? magicians from the Pan Continent? They escaped the catastrophe? Hahaha, I said how could you be so kind as an old fellow, so that's the case, haha." ”

The expressionless Fitz threw the crystal ball into the air, "Laugh enough, laugh enough, go after them, my people have been waiting for you outside the ruins for a long time, all the magic that comes out of his mouth belongs to you, I just need the key to that vault." ”

A wisp of black smoke drifted from the swirling swarm of bats, catching the crystal ball, reflecting a pale human face on the round surface, and through the bat's perspective, the distorted and warped space on the crystal ball was clearly visible. Aaron, the dark wizard who controls the batswarm in a dark corner, shuddered with excitement at the thought of being able to obtain a new magic right away.

"Hehe, then I'm welcome. ”

Aaron, who couldn't wait, put down such a sentence, and controlled the bat swarm to roll up the crystal ball and fly out, leaving Fitz sitting on the throne alone, staring at the dome of the palace without looking, mysterious and abnormal.