CHAPTER XX
"Hmm...... I don't know you very well, and I don't really want to know who you are...... But, you seem to know me, why, do you have to be with me for two rounds to tell me where that thing is?" slowly slashed his finger with his dagger, smeared the blade with the blood that flowed out, and then gently shook it twice in front of the other man.
The other party looked at it and twisted his head.
"My lord, times have changed. The man opposite glanced at Lan Yuan and shook his head.
The implication is that at this time, it is no longer the time for you, Earl Lan Yuan, to make trouble here.
"Oh, really? yes, I don't even have that prison...... Haha, it's really sad to be locked up in a prison that I built. But do you really think that there is nothing wrong with me? Or do you now think that I am just an ordinary human being, only a little hypnotic?"
Raising his head slightly, Lan Yuan gently hummed a strange nursery rhyme, in this endless cemetery-
Madness, dead silence, everything, mixed together, became an indescribable feeling.
A lot of milky white liquid oozed from the ground, slowly flowing out, and a black mist shrouded the tombstones everywhere.
The man on the other side looked a little angry, looked at Lan Yuan, roared, and made a chilling, as if he had lost his mind and made a sound in his throat.
"Do you remember, in the beginning, in order to punish my mistakes—just a mistake, not a woman! You, cut off my nose?" said the man opposite, placing his hand on his nose and twisting it slightly, like a prop, and the nose was removed, leaving two empty nostrils (a reference to Voldemort. )
The milky white liquid was still flowing out, Lan Yuan gently raised his palm, and the milky white liquid defied gravity and stretched upward, and finally, a milky white flute was formed.
"How? See this...... The memories that I have sealed should be about to be unraveled?"
Lan Yuan brought the milky white flute to his mouth, gently shaped his mouth, and his clear voice sounded instantly.
Gently stroking the flute in his hand, Lan Yuan sighed softly: "It's been a long time, I haven't used you for a long time." ”
At that moment, something in the mind of the man opposite was like a dam in front of the flood that instantly shattered, but there was only a little bit of memory left like a stream.
But the content of the memory is so terrible that it is a little unreal.
A man, his eyebrows are not the same as the current Lan Yuan-
The flute in his hand is the same.
In front of this man was an army of countless people riding strange insects, whose eyes and hair were different from those of the people in the Empire.
Usually, they are all called barbarians, a race that only knows how to ride horses and plunder, and does not know how to do it.
"This is ......" the heart sank, and for the double mixture of a warlock and the magician, simplicity could not be simple.
A strange tune was blown out by the man in front of him - crazy, chaotic, so that the man heard this voice, as if he was in an incomparably vast area, with a huge palace standing in front of him, and many troops coming in front of him seemed to be ......
It seems that the demon is half stunned, and some people's bodies are even growing flesh pieces, scales, tentacles and other objects.
The whole person, as if he had become a puddle of mud, fell to the ground, and could never get up.
This man was just standing on the plain, his blue eyes calmly looking ahead, and in his memory.
appeared himself.
"What's the matter? Gray Rose?" he stepped forward, patted Gray Rose on the shoulder with his milky white flute, and then walked aside, found a tombstone that looked relatively clean, and sat down gently.
"Even if you know the truth, haven't you given up the chance to resist me? Courage is commendable, but you must know that you have no chance of winning against me, especially me who has just had a new body. But even then, you're going to have to face me......"
Raising his head slightly, Lan Yuan applauded lightly, looked at the gray rose in front of him who was already clenching his teeth, chuckled, and continued: "Do you really think that when you had the intention of betrayal, I didn't notice it?
At this time, Gray Rose was already covered with cold sweat, and Pud, Morwendi, and Harding on the side were already in a fog-
However, at this time, the three of them coincidentally gave birth to an idea at the same time.
This man ...... It's scary.
"Looks like you've been able to eat me, right?"
"Yes, from what I know, it turns out that the moment you fell in love with that girl, I already identified you as a person to watch out for, so ah, I've already composed a tune for you, can you listen? What would you be? Spells, illusions—your spells, even under my watch, until just now I received a message from somewhere, but you obviously never noticed it, and you knew it...... Any illusion, in my eyes and blood, is nothing. ”
Gray Rose gritted her teeth and waved her hand, and an altar of white bones rose from the graveyard beside it.
"You know, why am I ...... Will you put this place, will you put my secrets here? I know, I'm not speaking in order now, but it's okay, it's retribution......"
The body slowly decayed, as if it had gone through hundreds of thousands of years in a matter of seconds, and after the flesh and skin disappeared, all that was left was a crystal clear skeleton with strange letters engraved on it.
"Hmm...... Pretty much all the offensive spells you've ever mastered,...... Fist of Yugsothoth?...... It's a bit pediatric, though, well, evil eye, haha, it's finally getting a little interesting. ”
Lan Yuan's voice was a little excited, but there was still an aura of frivolity and strategizing between the words.
The dry bones covered with a hint of frost on the top of the "......" began to chant, and then ......
"Duang!" Lan Yuan kicked lightly, then stepped forward and jokingly knocked off the dry bone's jaw.
The altar of the white bones began to shake violently.
"You don't think I'll dare to deal with that god, and how do you know that the first god breath you capture......"