"You're not a little daring?!How dare you trespass on the forbidden land!" A black-robed man wearing an iron mask appeared out of thin air not far away.

Sean was so frightened that the "dishes" in his hands fell to the ground, trembling all over.

The person in front of him appeared in front of him almost without any sound, which meant that he must not be an ordinary person, and he was wearing the same style of robe as the black-robed man in the caravan, so it was almost certain that the person in front of him was an extraordinary person.

Thinking of this, Sean's face turned pale with fright, his legs bent down uncontrollably, and he knelt on the ground, and secretly said in his heart: "It's over, this time it's hard to save your life." ”

"My lord, the little one who stumbled into this place by mistake and was hungry and ate your food, please forgive me!" Sean knelt on the ground and kept kowtowing.

"Forgive? It's easy to say, all the precious medicinal herbs of the curse head are all eaten by you! What compensation do you get for being a homeless person?" The black-robed man was wearing a mask, so he couldn't see his face clearly, but judging from his angry voice, his face should be distorted at the moment.

"Let's go, come with me to see the Spell Master, I guess waiting for you and me, that is, the life of a Spell Leader. ”

The black-robed man stopped talking nonsense, and as soon as he raised his hand upward, Sean's whole person floated up, his body was uncontrollable, and he followed the black-robed man forward.

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In the dark hall, torches are inserted into the obsidian walls, but compared to the huge hall, the light of the torches is far from enough, and can only play some decorative role.

What really provided light to the main hall was the twelve braziers neatly placed in the hall, which burned with a faint green firelight.

The flames in the brazier churned constantly, forming faces with pained expressions, screaming, struggling, longing for relief.

The green fire in this brazier turned out to be made from the soul of a man!

A figure in purple robes stood in the center of the hall, listening to the painful cries of the souls of the dead, and smiled sickly.

"Lord Man, a new batch of samples has been brought in, and they are in excellent condition and health. ”

Fabran walked into the hall with several serfs bought from Viscount Robert, and Fabran, who was the leader, knelt down on one knee and said respectfully to the purple-robed mantra leader.

As for the serfs, they were already frightened at the moment, and they were terrified by the painful souls in the brazier.

When they were outside the temple just now, the caravan leader Fabran told them that he was going to take them to the lord here, and then they would get to work, but now it seems that things may not be so simple.

I didn't understand why Sean was running before, but now it's too late to run.

"I remember asking for at least five samples per batch, why did you only bring four?" said the mantra's voice wasn't old, but a bit like a young man.

"Lord Curse, my subordinates should be damned, on the way back, due to the unfavorable guards, one ran away. Fabran lowered his head and said in a weak voice.

"Run away from one, run away from one, go to the Precept Priesthood and receive fifty iron rods, and give you a long memory. ”

"Yes, my lord, the subordinate has stepped back. ”

The curse head did not punish him severely, but just asked Fabran to receive fifty rods, which shows that the curse head is in a good mood today. Fabran breathed a sigh of relief.

"Lord Curse, there are thieves who have smuggled into the medicine field and ruined the improved herbs and resentment you have planted. ”

At this moment, another man in a black robe walked into the main hall, and there was a person floating behind him.

Lord Curse was still calm, observing the soul fire that was constantly struggling and roaring in the brazier, and there were no emotional fluctuations due to the destruction of his medicine field.

Such an atmosphere is terrifying, the curse does not speak, and no one in the whole hall dares to speak, only the sound of the crackling of torches as they burn, and the screaming of souls in the brazier.

"Evan, you didn't take good care of the medicine field, and you were punished for being made a curse. The voice of the curse came from all sides of the hall, bombarding the soul of the black-robed man who had captured Sean.

"Yes, Lord Curse!"

The black-robed man trembled and knelt on the ground, even though he had expected such an end for himself, but still came back to his life.

"Also, after handing over to me the person who stole the medicinal herbs, you can step down. ”

"Yes, my lord. ”

The black-robed man Evan's fingertips flickered, and Sean floated to the curse not far away.

The black-robed man Evan walked towards the side hall, and the caravan leader Fabran also withdrew from the hall, leaving only the curse head and his five experimental samples in the main hall of Nuoda.

"Let's go, my samples. ”

After everyone else retreated, the curse finally turned around and looked at Sean and the others with a smile.

Sean and the other serfs looked up at the curse, and the face sent everyone into fear.

It was a young-looking face, but it was just a face!

There was nothing else on the face except the mouth, as if a large hole had been cracked in a smooth plane.

The only mouth on his face was grinning, revealing a cruel grin and razor-sharp fangs.

"Monsters! Run!"

The serfs reacted and ran around in a panic, so embarrassed.

Sean, who was closest to him, was unable to control his body because he was floating in mid-air, so he could only watch the curse in front of him walk over step by step in fear.

"Come here, if you run around, you'll get lost. The fingers of the curse head lit up with a crimson glow, and the four serfs who had escaped floated like Sean.

"Come with me, and I'll show you the way out. ”

The five of them floated in mid-air, following the steps of the curse head and walking towards the apse.

One step, two steps, three steps......

The head of the spell walked on the floor of the apse with a strange step, and the echo of his footsteps also reverberated in the empty hall, rhythmic like music, and a sense of rhythm arose, if it weren't for Sean's mouth being sealed, he would even want to improvise.

Suddenly, the "dance steps" of the curse head stopped, and a gate suddenly tore open the space and appeared in front of several people, with cracks on the door, which looked very old.

"O ancient and mighty god of the curse, open the gates of the Temple of Curses, and I will offer you the most delicious tribute, and may you save these five lost youths and throw them into your arms......

The mantra kept muttering something there, and the door slowly opened with the mantra's prayers.

Follow the footsteps of the head of the spell through the door, the first thing that catches your eye is five large iron beds stained with blood, next to the iron bed is an iron experimental table, there is dust on it, full of all kinds of instruments, on the right side of the iron bed is a door, but no matter what, it can't be opened, even with forbidden spells.

Don't say the curse, even the Council of Sages doesn't necessarily know where these things come from, the only explanation is that the gods created them.

However, the curse leader is also a talent, and it took him more than ten years to barely understand some of the functions of the experimental table.

He had placed ordinary spell worms in those cups on the test bench, but the spell worms that had been used for poisoning had changed in nature.

The curse head is also a ruthless person, and after discovering the changes in the curse worm, he actually swallowed a curse worm alive.

As the so-called wealth and danger are sought, after swallowing the spell worm, the magic strength of the spell head instantly broke through the bottleneck of the fifth level and reached the peak of the sixth level! And also obtained some special abilities, special abilities that do not belong to the category of magic and fighting spirit! Although the appearance has changed a little, compared with the powerful power, these do not matter.

After the transformation, the head of the spell has been thinking of turning others into spellmasters, so he sent people everywhere to grab experimental samples, hoping to replicate his success.

After more than 70 experiments, all kinds of subjects tried, and as a result, more than 400 samples died, but only one was successful.

That successful example became the second leader of the "Curse" organization!