A candle on the table with tears on it emitted a faint yellow glow. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

In the wooden house with the sloping roof, the space seemed cramped and cramped, and the evil eye was not afraid to be looked at by a group of menacing killers. The state of his body seems to have been unslept for too long, so strange hallucinations begin to appear in his head, and the arrival of these people has brought his scattered spirit back together.

"Hey, you're the bastard?" One of them, a stocky man, leaned over to stare at the evil eye with a frown.

This term is heard very often, and it is not the first time.

Knowing that the person they were looking for was themselves, the evil eye did not admit or deny it. Ironically, just after falling asleep in a daze, he was still making a bet to himself that he would survive. It seemed that he was woken up by a group of uninvited guests after only a few minutes.

"I really didn't expect that this kind of monster would be born in the royal bloodline." Bardeen looked down at the evil eye, frightened, and wondered how to classify such a freak.

The bastard looked pale, with layers of purple, blue, and yellow bruises on his face and thin arms, as well as dried blood under one ear. His weakened state gives people the feeling of shattering at the touch of a touch, and his eyes are soaked red with blood juice at the same time, which makes people feel endlessly weird.

"These eyes...... It's just bloody. ”

The stocky, stocky man shrugged his shoulders, as if the point that had just made him nervous had become irrelevant. "Hey, what's your name, boy?"

Hearing this, Bardeen turned to the others and deliberately revealed: "I heard that he doesn't have a name. Not only did he not have a lofty royal name to shape his personality, but he didn't even have a country name that could be used to scold him. Right, boy? Do you have a name? And what kind of strange disease you have, your ghostly appearance makes the benevolent gods frighten when they see it. ”

The Evil Eye noticed the group's outfit—cloaks, boots, leather vests, trousers—all black, with sheathed swords in their hands.

You don't need to be reminded by anyone to know what you're up against. The stout man stared at Bardeen, a knife seemed to be hidden in the pupils of the evil eye, and his shrunken and chapped mouth smiled pale and weird, "It's Vincent, right?" He hired you to kill me, and there is not even a little room for tolerance, after all, I am also his own nephew. ”

Bardeen did not answer. He knows what to say and what not to say.

The way the child, who looked very weak and seemed to be tormented by some kind of evil disease, spoke and his attitude all made Bardeen secretly surprised.

Thinking of letting the other party be tortured to death, Bardeen was not in a hurry to do it. He walked past the Evil Eye and lit a new candle with the one on the table that was almost burning, and the light in the room brightened, "Horses, hounds, Nadine has been taking care of these animals for his master for years, and he has taken good care of them. But you bastard, well, I don't see him doing his job at all. ”

"The unexpected work of Israel at a glance. His facial features look like him, don't you think? Haha, boy, who is your mother? Tell where she is, and we're curious about what it's like to press the former prince's woman on the bed. There were six men in all, except for the one sitting opposite the evil eye, and the other five gathered around the table, glancing curiously, but the words of the stout man obviously made the crowd excited, so they all approached to hear the answer.

But there was no answer.

For the Evil Eye, the blood loss had made him weak, and it was unknown if he would survive tonight.

He also learned from his own data that wizarding is a profession that does not exist in this world, and a first-level wizard is the limit of what he can reach.

Can a level 1 wizard do it? Quench your thirst by pumping some moisture out of the air when it's hot? Or borrow a fire from your finger when you need light? The Evil Eye discovers that his career path has been blocked, and his original plans have been disrupted, causing him to be in a bad mood now. At first, he was able to control himself as much as possible, "Although I am a boy, I still have royal blood in my body. Whether I was born illegitimate or not, I am always the biological son of the previous prince, inheriting the long-standing royal bloodline. What you are doing now is wrong, and at the same time devaluing your soul and faith. Got it? Evil Eye's voice felt rough and hoarse. The impending darkness weighed down on his mind, making him almost faint.

"Hehe, is the royal family nobler than ordinary people? It's not the same two eyes and one nose, and the sword is red blood through the heart......" he paused, "or not through the heart, but through your rectum, with my other 'sword'." The stocky man was not just an insult, but a real threat, and with one hand he unfastened the buckle of the deer's head on his belt and said, "See how long you can hold up under my sword." ”

When the evil eye closes its eyes, it seems to block some kind of negative emotion. But I felt my bones tremble and my teeth rattle. When he couldn't bear it anymore and fell into a state of rage, he still couldn't hold back the problem of swearing, "Is bullying Lao Tzu a child?" I, you, drag your whole daughter* to the side, summon a hundred panicked boars from the ***, and let them be ...... by the ***"

"Oh, the feeling of excitement makes my head spin." The stocky man ignored the evil eye's curses, a sinister smile on his lips, and he took off his pants to reveal the object, which made Bardeen and the others sick to their stomachs. But since torturing this kid was part of the mission, Bardeen had no reason to stop him.

The stocky man with a special hobby looked down at the evil eye and stepped forward, his eyes full of perverted excitement. "Hehe, I'm short and ugly, I'm not very torturous, I just do what I like."

And at this moment, he would not have imagined that death had already hung over his head when his mind was full of dirty thoughts.

In the eyes of ordinary people, even if the spirit walks in the daylight, its form will not be seen by the naked eye. The only exception to this is when attacking. At the moment when the sword of the magic kiln cut off the head that still had an excited expression, time seemed to be stuck for a second.

Click-

The sharpness of the Demon Kiln Sword was beyond everyone's imagination, and the sudden blood and the sudden falling head made the people present feel extremely shocked. Except for the evil eye, it was he who had just ordered the action through a subtle connection of consciousness.

"Ahh

Before there was enough time for the others to react, the Sword of the Magic Kiln in the hand of the Witch King of Angmar had already killed the second person. The speed of the ring spirit, even the evil eye felt dazzled.

Fast, too fast.

Under the horrified gaze of the others, the sword of the Witch King of Angmar appeared as if out of thin air. So far, Bardeen's mind is full of question marks. "Who the hell is this?"

"In front of the Demon King, the lowly ant will pay for his sins with blood."

The hoarse stiffness was very harsh, and it was pitch black under the Witch King of Angmar's cloak, so there was no expression at all. But when he slaughtered, he did it with human passion, and he killed for the sake of killing.

With the power of level ten bronze, the sword of the demon kiln was covered with a layer of dazzling blue light.

At the moment of tension, finding that the sword he had just handed over had broken into two, Bardeen quickly raised his two arms to protect his head, but seemed to have changed his mind again, and raised his fist with a muffled roar. However, it was in vain, and the Witch King of Angmar's Furnace Sword not only shaved off his palm, but also cut his neck in half, and finally got stuck in his cervical vertebrae.

"What the hell is this??"

In the blink of an eye, three people died under the sword of a 'black-robed man', two black iron level ten and one bronze level three, including Bardeen, the piercing blood and the horror caused by the accident made the other three people stand there in horror and unable to move. (Fourth Order: Black Iron, Bronze, Silver, Gold.) ）

Sensing the fear of the remaining three, the Witch King of Angmar did not rush to attack, but used the ability to transform the eight rings, and reached out to directly make the three corpses stand up from the ground again.

"The Lord of the Rings was born, and all the Rings were ministers. The Lord of the Rings is supreme, and the Rings are all servants. "The Witch King of Angmar made a firm gesture to emphasize the incantation, or is it a command?

"Headless, headless......" When he saw the headless corpse first staggering to his feet, the coward Kerry wailed and kept retreating, but due to excessive fright, he lost his strength and sat down on the ground, and then urinated directly.

The Evil Eye didn't call a stop, so the Witch King of Angmar raised his heavy boots and stomped on his head, then raised his sword.

"Ahh

Hearing the whistling sound of a blunt object swinging down, the heart in Evil Eye's chest seemed to beat sideways, and a strange sensation welled up in his abdomen as he looked directly at the gore up close. Is it a regurgitation of killing? Or mastering the thrill of killing? It's mixed up and it's hard to tell.

The coward Kerry clutched himself to the chest and fell. The blood splashed on the evil eye's face, there was a thick smell of blood, and he felt what he had always wanted to feel. Then he blinked, trying to keep his eyes focused, wondering if the thoughts were from the scene's conditioned reflexes, or from the potions in his blood.

"A few damn little bugs! and you will not know until you die who provoked you to anger, and who killed you. The Witch King of Angmar said with wild satisfaction, the power of the tenth level of bronze made the weapon in the opponent's hand useless at all, and finally lay down and his whole body convulsed and spasmed, and then stood still.

The last of the remaining people, like Bardeen, also had the strength of Bronze Level 3, and he shrank away from the blow that the Witch King of Angmar expected to fall on him. It was only when he saw that his only remaining companion was also lying on the ground, and his face turned pale with astonishment.

Trying to escape, he found that the door behind him had been blocked by three 'corpses' standing up, and his will to fight completely collapsed, and he fell to the ground with his knees and knelt down, crying and begging for mercy: "Please, don't kill me." I'm sorry! Don't kill me, I swear I'll repay you, just don't kill me! He knelt before the Evil Eye, despite his bleeding knees, but when the Witch King of Angmar forced his face away, the Evil Eye saw his neck broken.

The Witch King of Angmar moved cleanly, without a hint of mud and water, as if it were just a disgusting bedbug.

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