The recent experience of one of the unlucky men in the City Guard was widely circulated as a joke, and even those who had nothing to do with the military would retell it with added vinegar. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The original version is no longer available, but the more reliable version is this: someone was found in an early morning alley, his limbs twisted in a strange direction, the scene looked like a paranormal event, and when asked what had happened, the unfortunate man with all the bones of his limbs broken just said in horror that he had fallen because he had drunk too much.

If you can fall like this, it will naturally become a great drunken joke.

……

Miss Loria hid in an abandoned sewer, and when it was dark, she climbed up and walked down the beaten track in a winding alley.

Now that the guy who had beaten her had experienced the terrifying power of a vampire, she had no intention of pursuing the rest of the accomplices - it took her days to find him first only because Loria didn't know where the first evil was.

Dalaran was full of magicians' spires, and it was a waste of time to find them one by one, but she was now wanted.

Loria was wearing a hooded shirt that she had found out of nowhere, and she pulled up her hood to cover her conspicuous short pale pink hair, and emerged from the alley and walked to the bulletin board.

'Wanted - Unknown name, short-haired pink girl between thirteen and fifteen years of age, preference for curses and necromancy, extremely dangerous magician, recently escaped from Violet Prison, please provide any clues to the City Guard. ’

Loria was disappointed that there was no portrait of her on the wanted poster, let alone a bounty.

She originally wanted to see how much she was worth, but now she could only sigh and walk away.

Tightening her hood, Loria walked towards a mage tower on the corner of the street, magicians generally like to build mage towers in the middle of nowhere, but one stands on the street, looking nondescript, it is where the whitebeard's soul is located.

She had forced the place out of the place from some drunkard two nights before, but she had been observing the neighborhood for quite some time to make sure it wasn't a trap.

The mage tower built on the street was difficult to invade quietly, but the surrounding environment was also difficult to ambush, and for two days, she did not notice anything unusual, and no suspicious person approached the mage tower - it seemed that the drunk was frightened and kept her secret very well.

Turning the corner, while her body was obscured by a small tree, Loria turned into a small ball of imperceptible pale pink weapons and floated into the crack in the door of the mage tower.

It's only been two hours since the sun went down, and there are still sparse pedestrians on the side streets, but they don't notice Loria.

……

The two-meter-tall arcane puppet operated, although its movements seemed a little sluggish, but it also successfully captured the signal of the invasion, but when it stretched its body and looked around, it did not find any problems, and the magic array used to warn was only a little strange just now, and now it has regained its calm.

The golem had no intelligence, but simply followed a pre-programmed procedure, and it walked around the hall for a while, then stopped moving again and crouched on the ground.

'Power Saving Mode' is also sometimes used to exploit loopholes - provided that the intruder has the ability to disappear again in a very short period of time, not by stealth, but by actually disappearing from the magic circle.

Out of caution, Loria did not go up the stairs, but hid in the basement at the bottom of the tower, and in the darkness she read the book she had brought with her, only by the light that came out of the crack in the door.

A detailed explanation of the structure of the Dalaran Pagoda, thirty-seven pages thin, priced for one silver coin and fifty copper coins, were placed in piles in the corner of the bookstore, and no one cared about it.

After checking the contents of the book again, Loria took out a small mirror and looked at her face.

"I am the Crimson Queen, the Lord of Darkness...... The power hidden deep in my blood has been fully unleashed at this moment......"

She stared at her crimson pupils reflected in the mirror, and repeated strange words in an inaudible voice...... She hadn't made it up herself, and no one had ever taught her it, as if she had learned it naturally on her first day as a vampire.

Will a lie come true three times?

The luster of Loria's pupils dimmed, and then shone again, and great power poured into every corner of her body.

The last time I used such a trick to gain power was in the Undercity.

She retracted the small mirror, feeling that her strength was much weaker than the last time, and her bloodthirsty desire was not too strong.

Alice is not omniscient, and her claim about Loria's self-hypnosis is wrong, and the repeated use of such methods to deceive her power will not cause Loria to have a nervous breakdown, but the effect will become weaker and weaker, gradually approaching nothing.

As long as the impact does not reach a critical point, the human spirit is unexpectedly strong.

However, neither Alice nor Loria knew that the pink-haired Lori, who had been with the old gods for a long time, was slowly but surely growing in her resistance to mental damage.

Loria knew that the Mage's Tower was the Mage's most reliable companion and the most powerful position, and because of this, she prepared a special gift for the old man with the white beard.

Just as she had done all her preparations and waited for time to pass, her senses, sharpened by self-hypnosis, noticed something strange - Loria twitched her little nose and walked to the other side of the empty basement, stopping in front of a cabinet nailed to the wall.

The cabinet was locked tightly with dense and strange runes carved on it, and she leaned closer to sniff it, and the strange smell came from inside.

There's something weird in there.

As Loria looked around, a faint voice came from the cabinet.

Normally, Loria would never be out of the trouble to wonder what was in the cupboard, but after self-hypnosis, she became strong and confident, and she pulled out the iron drill from the Avaris River from her bag, and pried the cabinet open in three or two clicks.

A dirty middle-aged man was tied to a cupboard, and when he vaguely saw Loria's figure, his face was full of incredulity.

"Who are you?"

The tied man asked Loria in a low voice.

"Who are you?"

Loria asked, her tone full of arrogance.

“…… I am the owner of this magic tower. ”

After judging the situation a little and realizing that Loria was the so-called 'uninvited guest', the bound man replied, "Briss, that filthy debris has stolen my mage tower, and locked me up here to defraud me of the right to use the tower through the magic circle...... Help me get out of here, and I'll be able to meet your requests, no matter why you're here. ”

"Don't."

Loria denied it categorically, and she curled the corners of her mouth and said with a smile, "I don't plan to share the sweet taste of revenge with you. ”

With that, Loria closed the cabinet.

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Happy Chinese New Year, everyone.