Just when Mersendor knelt down and shouted in salute, Sharoman knew that something was wrong, bad, failed, he knew that he must have entered the ambush arranged by the other party in advance, and the emotions of frustration and being hit poured into his heart and lungs like a tsunami, and he almost vomited blood on the spot, and his first thought was to escape!

He took a step back, then took out a blue magic crystal from his arms, and threw it into the tunnel behind him, "bang", in the light, a magic door composed of bright nebulae rose out of thin air, and the surging qi magic elements were extremely abundant, and the deep space of the secret passage was filled at once, and the light inside was bright, and even the cracks in the rock were clearly visible.

"The Stone of the Space-Time Gate?"

Although he knew that Shaloman was worth a lot of money when he came, Luo Lan was also surprised at the moment, not only was this piece worth tens of thousands of gold coins, but Shaloman's actions were also contrary to common sense, he could have thrown the space-time gate at his feet, with his skills, although he had fallen into the round-up circle, he might not have a chance to get out.

But Shaloman didn't move, not even the slightest movement of his feet, he opened his arms, made an unguarded move, and said, "Bishop Lantiston, I know that it will be difficult for me to escape today, but as you can see, I may not be without a chance to fight. Luo Lan nodded and said with a smile: "Yes, that's true, I know that you probably carry a lot of magic equipment on your body, plus your own strength, you do have a great chance to escape." ”

"No," Sharoman shook his head, "I can't escape, because I know there must be more people waiting for me outside, and my chances of survival are slim." And I'm here ......" He suddenly stared at Luo Lan and said: "I can still negotiate with you and exchange my life for something more valuable, I think, this is also the reason why you didn't do it to me immediately." ”

Sharoman was well aware of the times, and he knew that he could not compete with a master thief and a bishop of light alone, and that he must also be surrounded by clerics outside. Instead of risking your way into the unknown, it's better to take a gamble here.

Luo Lan clapped his hands and said with a smile: "It's not a hassle to talk to smart people. But his face sank and he said, "I hope you can come up with something that matches your life." ”

Shaloman breathed a sigh of relief, he knew very well that as long as the other party was willing to speak for himself, then he would prove that his guess was correct, and the other party really wanted something from him, so what would it be? I know very well where most of their garrisons are located in the Central Continent, and even their approximate combat deployment. I believe that this should be of great effect to you......" Luo Lan directly waved his hand and interrupted him: "I dare not be interested in these, you must know, as long as you take your head back, I can return to the Eastern Continent safely, and the conspiracy of your Council of the Dead will naturally be solved by those guys in the Central Continent, what does this have to do with me?"

Sharoman was silent for a moment, then he sighed. "Well, if you are willing to let me go, I can exchange a big secret of the Council of the Dead with you," perhaps thinking that it was not enough weight, he added, "It can be said that this secret is not only related to you, but also to everyone on the mainland." ”

"Really?" Luo Lan said as if he didn't care, "Judging from Mr. Sharoman's handling of his subordinates, your position in the Dead Council's territory is not secure. You don't seem to have access to these core secrets, how do you make me believe your words?"

Shaloman's eyebrows jumped. He bowed his head and said, "After all, I am one of the three elders of the Council of the Dead. There are some things that I can't hide. Not to mention. To prevent those old guys from working against me. I also had to figure these things out. There is a time for land. These things are the capital of life. So doing so is actually forced to be helpless. Please trust in my sincerity. ”

Luo Lan took a step forward expressionlessly. And at the same time. Mersendor also took a step forward without saying a word. The two thieves behind him also approached in a surround manner, one on the left and one on the right. Suddenly. An overwhelming pressure gripped Sharomandi's throat. His breath suddenly became rapid. In a panic. He hurriedly spoke, "Bishop Lantiston." This is a very important thing. If you let those old guys' plots succeed. The Central Continent is certainly in turmoil. I dare to conclude from this. It's not just your diocese that will be affected. It's the whole continent of Apollo. It will also be in the midst of the greatest crisis in the region since the Third Continental War. ”

Luo Landi's footsteps slammed suddenly. He looked at Sharo with a cold electric gaze. The trembling shouts slammed into the latter's head like a hammer. Road:

"Say!!"

The Duke of Sabelin returned to his bedroom. She enjoyed a glass of wine. While savoring the taste of the earth. While looking at the Crimson liquid. Imagine your eyes wide open in the hall below. A leisurely face.

"Mother. Why are you so sure? Are you so sure that Landiston can defeat Sharoman?" the boy looked at his mother in confusion.

Duke Saberlin shook his head slowly, and said, "No, I'm not sure. ”

"Are you so calm, isn't it dangerous for us to stay here?" the boy looked surprised.

Duke Saberlin put down his glass, tapped it lightly on the glass with his sparkling fingers, turned his head again, and said, "What if Sharoman wins, what if Landiston wins?"

The young nobleman was stunned, he didn't know how to answer.

Duke Saberlin said slowly: "You know, whether it is against Landiston or Salloman, I have done what I should do, and whoever wins, they will only think that I am useful and have helped them, this, do you understand?"

The boy nodded as if he understood, but there was still a little confusion in his eyes.

Duke Sabel straightened up and said softly, "My dear son, I tell you. Never put your hopes on a single bet and avoid the so-called all-or-nothing game, which is a game that only people with a rich background can play, because they have enough money to turn over, so they can afford to play it, and we can't afford to play it. It only takes one time to completely plunge us into the abyss from which we will never recover, so what I am chasing is actually a balance of interests, as long as they know that I have not deceived them, nor betrayed any of them, it is enough. ”

She picked up the glass again and sighed, "To put it bluntly, we are the ones who survive in the cracks." Don't be strange, don't despise me, we are little people. There must be a way of survival for the little people. ”

Although the boy knew what was going on, and admired his mother's skill, he still felt that his pride had been hit, and said indignantly: "So what is the difference between us and those rats and bugs in the stinky ditch?"

"You're right!" said Duke Saberlin, slamming the glass on the table, and said in a serious tone, "though you don't like to hear it, I tell you that we are rats and bugs, but the saddest thing in the world is not this, but that you don't know how to recognize yourself." It's obviously a mouse, but if you have to eat the cat, then you can only be eaten by the cat!" she smiled wryly and said, "Whether it's Shaloman or Landiston, each of them is someone who can easily wipe us out, it's as simple as blowing a breath." ”

"Are we so depressed and allowed to be slaughtered?" the hot-blooded young man clutched the hilt of his sword at his waist and let out an unwilling roar.

Duke Sabel glanced deeply at the boy and said in a gentle tone, "Child." I was young, and I didn't believe in fate, but when you hit your head and bled back, you realized how ridiculous you were at that time. Life is like going through an ambush circle arranged by one enemy after another, waiting for you to jump into it, I am afraid, I dare not move forward, and I don't have the courage to move forward, so I can only choose to compromise. Select Avoidance. ”

She stood up. He walked up to the boy and said, "You're still young. I know you don't listen to me, but you have to remember that I have done all this for you, and I have no lofty ideals anymore, I just hope that you can live well, and you can hide under my wing for a day, and I will work hard for a day, and I will not allow you to be harmed, even at the expense of my self-esteem and life. ”

The young man looked at the wrinkled beauty on his forehead and the corners of his eyes, which seemed to contain too much weight and toil, and his eyes couldn't help but be a little red, and he sobbed: "Mother......"

The Duke of Saberlin gently took the young man into his arms and said lovingly: "Do what you want, maybe one day, you will carry the name Saberlin......" She paused, her eyes showed hope and longing, and she smiled: "In the name of the descendants of the Seven Magi, reproduce the glory of the heroic era of that day!"

Beneath another collapsed ruin, the dark elemental surging incessantly, and under the erosion of this corrosive force, the broken and hard stone slowly shattered into the tiniest powder, gradually turning into sand, and below that, one after another, a hive-like protective shield was revealed from the white skeletons.

After a few cracking sounds, the sweaty necromancer Angnon poked his head out of it, he kept panting, and looked upwards with palpitations, if it weren't for the fact that this tunnel mechanism was temporarily transformed, and it was only the middle part that collapsed, not the collapse of the building, I'm afraid he would have been buried alive a long time ago, right?

But even so, if he hadn't taken the opportunity to convert the bodies of all the council members here into bone prison techniques like spell casting materials at the last moment, I'm afraid it would have been difficult to escape, thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel complacent about his reaction speed.

But now that he has consumed almost all his mana, he has to leave here, and while stumbling through the gravel tunnels, he swears a curse, "Landiston, Shaloman, Saberlin, you can't kill me! I will definitely go back and gather my men again! I will definitely come back for revenge!"

There was finally a light ahead, and he roared through the rocks and squeezed them out of the small gaps.

Before he got out of a head, a woman's shout came from above, which was so sacred and solemn under the night sky: "It's Saloman who has come out, everyone, let's give him a head-on!"

The necromancer was stunned for a moment, and then he felt that the overwhelming light magic and divine fighting qi were simply overturned like a downpour, he dared to swear, he had never seen such a concentrated and violent light element in his life, and he couldn't help but exclaim in shock: "Wait, I surrender, I am not ......"

But before he could finish his words, the voice and the exposed head immediately disappeared into a burst of light.

Priest Evelyn slowly withdrew his scepter and said with a righteous face, "The light will never compromise!"