I stiffened and turned around, and saw a large black mist in the depths of the ruins gradually moving closer and dissipating, and finally a black figure appeared in front of me with a small pile of black mist. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

It was a figure in a black cloak, his loose clothes made it impossible to see his figure, and the wide coat and hat on his head made it impossible to see his appearance, only the green light that flickered faintly from under the hat from time to time revealed a terrifying aura. His figure was ethereal, his clothes shook and floated very quickly, and through his figure, he could faintly see the buildings in the distance. If Tyrion is terrifying and frightened, then he gives a sense of despair that borders on death.

It's the undead!

My heart started beating unusually fast and seemed to pop out of my chest!

He feels the same as the undead we saw in the tunnels of the palace!

Could he be the "old ghost" in the mouth of the little devil?

I noticed that the edge of the wall was beginning to sparse with pale and hollow individuals, the creatures of the Death Legion, and it looked like they had stormed the Cross Wall! The flame beasts continued to attack the wall, creating opportunities for the legions below to come to the wall, and the number of people on the top of the cross wall was also increasing, which was simply menacing. I realized that I and Rand had been caught up in some kind of undead and demonic feud, and things were starting to get more and more complicated and difficult to manage.

Tyrion endured his hideous expression and rolled his eyes viciously, finally becoming normal. His face suddenly filled with a sinister smile, and he said to the black shadow, "I didn't expect to meet the legendary 'old ghost' here. ’”

"Tyrion, don't pretend to be close, what's the coincidence? Is there a feud between me and Augustine, that no one in the whole city of Evener doesn't know? But you, didn't you always deal with him? Show up here for what! An old voice rang out, empty and long, with an echo, not like the vocal cords of the flesh.

Hearing this, Tyrion immediately put away the hypocritical smile, glared straight at the old ghost, and then said, "Since we are both at odds with him, why don't we join forces to deal with him?" Wouldn't it be nice to take what you need? ”

I felt a cool breeze coming from the old ghost, and it felt like it didn't carry much. But the biting chill was enough to make people shudder.

I just think that the system of this Evener City is very chaotic, and one lord will want to unite with outsiders to fight the other lord, it seems that the little devil is not wrong when he says that the demon only cares about personal interests and has no sense of community.

The old ghost rebuked disdainfully, and suddenly moved directly in front of Tirion, and I didn't even see it clearly, but I felt a gust of wind coming, and then I heard a muffled sound. Then I saw Tirion covering his face and glaring at the old ghost, his expression distorted, very terrifying.

The old ghost floated lightly off the ground. Said mockingly: "Kill Augustin, I can do it myself, what are you?" Besides, the devil doesn't have a good thing, and sooner or later you will have to die at my hands! ”

Tirion sneered, and suddenly rose to his feet, and the falling rocks around him hung in the air, smashing towards the old ghost like a rain of swords, and the old ghost smiled contemptuously, because he was a spirit body, and the falling stones passed through his body, and he could not hurt a single bit. At this time, the death troops behind him also turned over the wall one after another, and the flame beast had already begun to use the stones scattered high under the wall as a pedal, preparing to climb to the cross wall, and for a while the demon was far from being at a disadvantage, and the cross wall shook violently, and there were collapsed and fallen stones everywhere.

I noticed that Tirion and the old ghost might have to face off for a while, and it should be easier to escape when I was most focused, so I secretly moved towards Rand despite the pain in my body. I don't know if it's because of the smell of humans on Rand's body, and the low-level demons and dark creatures on the top of the wall are also getting closer. I magically chased away the creatures while examining Rand's injuries a little. The left leg is broken, and it seems that he can't move.

I know that the purpose of my visit to Evener this time is to bring him back, and I am not interested in the grudge between the undead and the demons, but since I am forced to get involved, I can only find the right time to sneak away.

I picked up Rand and walked down the blind spot of Tyrion and their vision, while the two of them were fighting outside, and at first glance it seemed that the old ghost had the upper hand. The dust and storm that kicked up during the fight shook the whole city of Evenger, and if I hadn't been in it, I would have been amazed at the magnificence of it. Although the power of demons is also recorded in ancient books, it is still thrilling to see it with your own eyes. And now I am full of thoughts about how I should run for my life.

Humans are weak, and no human mage can have such great strength, and I am beginning to realize that the real reason why humans are afraid of other races, that difference in strength, is hopeless.

Rand attached to my back with a complicated expression, he moved the corners of his mouth, I said, "Save your strength first, don't speak...... and he didn't say more.

As we were about to return to the room where I had come up, Tyrion suddenly noticed that we were gone, and rushed to catch us despite the old ghost, and the impact caused the stones around us to splash up and hit us, and I stumbled and threw Rand aside, and I fell into the rubble and could not get up. The bookshelf fell to the ground, the books were scattered all over the ground, and a chess piece rolled past my blood and landed on my hand.

I felt that my fingers were hurt by the stone just now, and I lost consciousness for a while, but I shook involuntarily. At this moment, I also understood that Tyrion would not let us go. But why did he do it? The contract between him and Aubrey should have been completed!

I just felt that my eyes were dark, that feeling, very hopeless. We couldn't escape from his palms, we had to let him ravage and destroy, like dolls who couldn't control their own destiny, and I began to fear how good it would have been if I hadn't come.

Tirion was visibly impatient. He shook off the old ghost for the time being and came at the two of us. I fell on the ground and saw him coming straight at me, full of anger and undisguised murderous aura.

Finally, he stopped in front of my eyes, and I felt a chill chilling to my heart. I tried to break free, but I couldn't move. In a trance, I saw his sharp nails faintly glowing red, and began to grow, and when the nails hit me close to my throat, suddenly a bunch of icicles exploded in my ears and stabbed straight at Tirion's hand, perhaps because he was too sudden and defenseless, the icicles actually pierced his palms and flowed blood along the pillars. Tyrion angrily withdrew his hand and pulled out the icicle. I turned my head in surprise and found that although Rand was also lying on the ground, there was another magic circle drawn with blood stains next to him, and the shape of the magic circle was irregular, corresponding to the frozen magic.

Tyrion glared at Rand angrily and kicked him over, and Rand groaned in pain before he had no strength to make a sound. At this time, the old ghost also chased after him, and Tyrion shook his hand to clean the blood on his hand, and I saw that the wound on his hand began to heal slowly, and the wound caused by the old ghost on his face just now is completely invisible.

The atmosphere at the scene was eerie, because the two of them suddenly stopped talking or moving. The surroundings became unusually quiet for a moment, and time seemed to stand still, which was very strange.

Da, da, da.

Da, da, da.

A sound of footsteps came slowly from far and near. I lay on the ground in a daze, soothing my heartbeat, believing that as long as I adjusted the rhythm of my breathing, I would be able to continue to stand up.

Da, da, da.

The footsteps continued, getting closer.

A black leather glove suddenly appeared in front of my eyes, and with a trembling finger, I picked up the bloodstained chess piece in front of my eyes, which was a horse.

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Who moved my pieces?

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