[Iron Throne] 5: Sorcering Enchantress
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No one knows how many years she has existed, and in the impression of the old nobility of Noxus, she is immortal like General Darkville, but General Darkville is not more than two hundred years old, and she has already become an old monster with a body full of wrinkles and only eyes as sharp as a knife, but LeBlanc can stay young forever, although her appearance is long before the fall of Darkville's rule.
Everything is like her psychedelic magic, which makes people feel like they are stuck in the mirror.
Even LeBlanc is just a magical name.
This woman gives the impression that this is exactly what she says, and she can't even touch a hint of reality.
- Majoris Mystic Center Files, Noxus, Black Rose, Reginald Ashram
Magic, it seems, is something that is unpredictable.
It's a trick that can't be touched like a hallucination, but it does exist.
Until then, Du Kekao had felt that it was only a secret technique of killing people through voodoo dolls and paper charms, and that as long as they stood in front of them, the pale and weak human forms that had been invisible for years would quickly fall to death under the attack.
"Kill them, Lord Darkville, these are just some daring Noxian bugs trying to challenge your myths." LeBlanc's whispers wafted through the hall, and the man on the throne stood up, the white bandage that had been removed from the seams falling with his movements.
The pale skin is the base, and unlike Fang Cai, the translucent unhealthy complexion reveals an eerie dark green. Even after a hundred years and the limit of human age, the exaggerated muscles are still knotted like powerful roots.
He straightened his back, twisted his neck, his bones made a clicking sound, and his power exploded under the thin cyan skin, as if he had instantly become a man in the prime of life, rather than an old man.
"Be careful!" Zero audible reminders.
Du Kekao nodded, he sensed the impending battle from the muscular activity and murderous aura that was ready to explode, he raised his sword to meet it, and the speed of Darkville shocked him, even the extreme sword technique that refined his short-term explosive power seemed to be completely unable to get a head start in front of him.
The speed and power of terror have long surpassed the scope of human beings, and now Darkville has been transformed into a monster by black magic and alchemy, and the diagonal sword and the hard straight fist collide in one place.
"Change your move!" With zero shouting, Du Kekao quickly withdrew his sword, rolled to the side, and sent the long sword towards the general's flank, but the sword that pierced the general's side seemed to have hit some hard object, and even this layer of paper-like skin could not break through.
The constricted fist wind still has a terrifying power, like qi, chiseling a transparent dent in the air, but this is completely different from qi, zero thought, qi is something that runs through the whole body, and the general in front of him is not like this-
He was more like a machine, a huge amount of energy was dullly stored in the depths of his body, and as long as he was channeled into a certain gap, it would produce extremely terrifying power.
"You can't hit it hard, you can only look for opportunities." Zero reminded, and the air behind him suddenly sank.
"Dog, are you still worried about others being a little out of place at this time?" A woman's laughter sounded behind her, and she turned her head away, LeBlanc's voluptuous figure slipped out of sight, and the next sound came from in front of her.
Zero stepped back, the sound of chains, metal clashing between them, and a golden chain shook out of the woman's hand, and it was generated from the palm of his hand with magical power, like a snake winding towards the back of his neck.
"If the little boy is a boy, he should still be firmly chained to the church." Strange lines.
Zero crouched to dodge, he applied all his strength to his crutches and swept his leg at one of LeBlanc's long legs, causing her to lose her balance, but LeBlanc's chain wrapped around his crutches, and she twisted her wrist to hold the chains, counteracting the imbalance in her legs.
Zero pulled the cane back, and LeBlanc lost her balance again, falling forward into his arms, their cheeks were so close that LeBlanc's fragrant breath sprayed straight on his cheeks without dodging, and a playful smile seemed to say that he was nothing more than that, after all, a man.
But the gesture of taking people's lives is mostly ambiguous.
The cheeks were very close, the woman's red lips had a moist luster, and she opened her mouth slightly, and suddenly spit out a silver light. It was a silver needle, extremely small, but a fatal blow. LeBlanc had only heard that the ancient eastern island nation of Ionia had street performers who could hide needles in their mouths, but they didn't think it was a magic trick.
The silver needle pierced the body, and the woman in her arms disappeared.
"I was pleasantly surprised, both in terms of unexpected means and powerful tongue muscles. Hee-hee-hee. The voice appeared in the background, "It's just, it's almost over." β
Indeed, it's over.
There is no way out of the way that Du Kekao has been defeated by the Great General Darkville, whose body has been impregnated with black magic and alchemy for a long time, and has become a complete monster.
With just one negligence, Du Kekao's terrifying explosive force struck the long sword with the general's red fist, and then quickly spread throughout his body, causing pain in his hands, arms, and shoulders holding the sword.
"Why?" He stared at Darkville's eyes, which turned blood-red with anger, "Why? Grand General Darkville, the myth and protector of Noxus, why did you become such a monster! Living on black magic, monsters! β
Despite the only fists and swords that came to hand, Du Kekao's arms were already shaking, blood running down the contours of his muscles.
Darkville's mouth was open, but he didn't speak, he clenched his fists, and though he was tall and straight, like a man of strength and strength, his cheeks were wrinkled like peach pits.
"You've come here, but there's no way out. Dogs are animals that can't get out on their own. You lost, you expected everything, such as the uncertain lady LeBlanc would be at General Duckville's main fort tonight, and the 'ceremony', General Darkville would not let anyone see that scene, so there would be no guards in the room. There are gaps everywhere, flaws everywhere, but you don't expect that Lord Darkville is not an old man who is about to die. LeBlanc chuckled softly, "Now, Dog, what are you going to do?" Otherwise, the game is over. β
Zero unfastened the leather buckle that hung from his waist, and the leather rolled together hung loosely, and inside hung a short knife, the iron blade with a strange pattern, as if pulled by a silk thread, they slipped out of the leather strap one by one, suspended in the air.
The edge was revealed in the next moment, and the strange levitating knife attacked straight in the direction of LeBlanc. LeBlanc flashed into the distance, and the blade flipped at a sharp right angle and flew back in her direction.
More, and much more.
The young man had hidden leather knife pouches under his wide linen robe, and now he untied them one by one, and fell into a quiet sleep like a fine collection, awakening one after another at this moment.
Seventy-seven forty-nine knives, after leaving the shackles of the straps, are like fish entering the water, moving through the air smartly.
ββTo be continued--
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