"Your situation doesn't look good. A familiar voice sounded above him, and Kothwaite looked up quickly, and in front of him, Hoss was looking down condescendingly at his old enemy.

"It's you," Kothwaite suddenly understood everything, and he shouted angrily, "You betrayed the mage regiment, you traitor!" he struggled desperately, trying to attack the other man, but the only effect of it was to make him sink faster in the swamp.

"I wouldn't do this if I were you," Hawes said, "don't worry, I won't do anything to you for the time being, if you're willing to cooperate." But I'd love to see you refuse, and I'll gladly experiment with you on the results of my years of research on punishment. He sat down in front of Kothwaite and took out his magic pouch as it was.

There are chips everywhere on the blade, and there are rusty knives in some places - according to Hoss, such knives can increase the pain of people tenfold when they cut the 'flesh', and the small hammer that specializes in breaking the bones of the human body piece by piece is magical, and after being inserted into some specific parts, it can make people feel painful or itchy after being inserted, and the steel needle can drill into the human body from various pores, and then gnaw at the small insects of the internal organs little by little...... Looking at the torture instruments that the other party had placed in front of him one by one, and listening to the other party's explanations of these torture instruments, Koswaite still felt a chill from the bottom of his heart despite the fact that the weather was still very hot at the moment.

"I have limited time and patience. After taking out almost everything in his magic pocket, Hoss said to Kothwaite, "I think you should know what I think of you, especially after what happened, and if it wasn't for my master's request for me to 'deal' with you, I would definitely have used these things on you the first time I saw you—believe me, you won't die until you've tasted them all." His snake-like eyes fixed on Koswait, "Remember, I will only ask once in every word, and if you refuse, I will not hesitate to use these things in front of you on you." ”

"Are you sure he can succeed?" Looking at the magical image transmitted back in front of him, Haim frowned and said to Rhaegar "Using the 'physical' punishment against a determined tenth-order mage, although I don't know much about magic, I still don't think it will work." ”

"A true tenth-order mage will not be conquered by these punishments," Rhaegar said, "but a mage who has lived under the protection and doting of others since he was a child, and has completely relied on the inheritance of secret methods to reach his current state." He looked at his companions—they hadn't been given a chance to fight in the battle just now, which made them somewhat dissatisfied—and further explained: "Suter's father is not only the former first deacon of the mage group, in fact, this tenth-order mage is the most trusted person by the leader of the mage group, even those elders are not as many secrets as he knows, according to the memories he passed down to Suter, Koswait, in fact, is the 'illegal' son of that leader, and the only son. “

The news didn't cause much shock among the companions, for both the leader of the mage group and the mage in the magical image who was about to collapse under the threat of punishment were just enemies that had to be eliminated, and their relationship had no effect on it.

"Although it is not possible to openly admit that there is such a son," Rhaegar continued, "that the chief has treated him far more than anyone else. He was fed like a prince since he was a child, and everything he had was incomparable to even an emperor, and when he practiced magic, the help from his father made it easier for him more than ten times compared to others, no matter what mistakes he made, there will always be someone to be his scapegoat, and when he achieves a little merit, it will be infinitely exaggerated. ”

"The result of this unprincipled doting," Rhaegar continued, "This mage, who claims to be second only to the leader in the mage group, is actually just a 'flower' in a greenhouse, and his will is even weaker—if his father hadn't persuaded a dying *** master to use the Inheritance Secret Method on him, he would never have reached his current state." ”

The images sent back by the magical images confirmed his words, and although for the first time, Kothwaite still held his pride and self-esteem, refusing to answer any of Hoss's questions, but after tasting two of the latter's 'flowery' punishments, the tenth-order mage was completely devastated, and he told everything he knew without reservation.

"Love can sometimes be a disservice, even a disaster. Rhaegar looked at the scene in the picture leisurely, and commented softly: "Obviously, for the leader of the mage group, if this attack succeeds, it will undoubtedly be a great merit, and even if it fails, these mages have time to escape 'life', and this kind of task that is not dangerous but is likely to gain great benefits must of course be 'handed over' to his dear son to complete- If I'm right, it's likely that the leader has decided to pass on his position to Kothwaite, and that the accident that happened to Hoth was not just out of scruples about his origins, but probably to clear the way for Kothwaite. ”

"What are you going to do next?" Nack asked, "If you want to do *** against the mage, don't leave us behind - even though their goal is the Storm God, we are also caught up, and only war can wash away the shame that these men's tricks have inflicted on us." ”

"That's right," said Tomahawk aloud, "if you don't let me teach those vile bugs with an axe, I'll take the dwarven warriors to find them myself." ”

"No one can survive using an 'elf' spirit to hurt his friend," Heim's eyes flashed with a dangerous fire, "they must pay the price." ”

"They're going to pay the price," Rhaegar said, "and I promise you, these guys will learn the worst lesson." He glanced at the magical image, "Our friend seems to have chosen to work with us," he said, "Would you like to meet him with me?"

Sain stood on the edge of the cliff, looking down on the landscape below. White clouds drifted under his feet from time to time, and the cold mountain wind blew on the hem of his clothes, as if they would roll the tall and thin old mage into the sky at any moment, but he didn't care about it, the feeling of being high up and looking down on all beings made him intoxicated, and here, on this mountain peak thousands of meters high, he seemed to have become the master of the whole world. Behind him, dozens of loyal mages and warriors stood in the way up the mountain, and the closest of them was at least a hundred meters to the top of the mountain—Sain never allowed his men to stand higher than himself.

Despite their responsibility to protect the leader and prevent others from breaking in at this time, these guards did not feel like they were shouldering a heavy responsibility: this was the core of the mage group, and no one could break through the seven impregnable defenses in front of them unless they could break through the seven impregnable defenses in front of them, and everyone in the mage group knew the habits of their leader, and no one with the slightest sense would choose to disturb this temperamental but supreme authority forbidden mage at this time.

However, this convention was broken today, and with an invisible 'wave', Sein, who was watching the 'color' of the mountain under the mountain 'pee' out of the gap in the white clouds, took out a magic gem from his pocket, and almost at the same time, his face that had never smiled suddenly changed to another look, which was the expression of the kindest elder when he saw his favorite son'.

"My child," said the leader of the mage group with a smile to Kothwaite on the other side of the magic gem, "I'm glad to hear from you at this time, and I hope you bring me good news." ”

"Of course, my dear teacher," Koswaite, who always referred to him as his father just to be on the safe side, "I will never let you down." He said, "The Storm God doesn't exist anymore, it's only a ruin now," he said, "but," he paused slightly, then said with a slight uneasiness, "we couldn't catch the master of the mage tower, he was too strong to stop him even if he was badly injured by the bombardment of the Primal Behemoth." ”

"That's okay," said Sean, who never forgives his mistakes as a gentle man, "he doesn't matter, just a forbidden mage can't stop us, and once we unify the magical world of this continent, he can no longer pose a threat to us." Like all the elders who saw the achievements of his son', he had a gratifying smile on his face, "Let your assistant stay there with some people, we need your team now." He laughed and announced, "When you return, you will be greeted like a hero, and I will make the entire mage regiment cheer for my greatest disciple." ”

"My glory comes from you," Coswaite said respectfully, "and your glory reigns supreme. With a look of deference, the mage turned off communication with his father and turned to face the people behind him.

"I've done as you say," Kothwaite, who had been limited to one-fifth of his original power, said nervously, "let me go, I swear, I will never be your enemy." The mage, whose faith and dignity had been destroyed, no longer had the composure that belonged to the mage, and he looked at Rhaegar standing in front of him, like a lamb whose will was waiting for the judgment of fate.