In the rooms of the castle of the lords.

Vitruvius took advantage of the candlelight in the room and carefully flipped through the books in his hands, reading them with relish.

The material of this book with gold on a black background is very special, and it is the information that Vitruvius printed from the Buran in his space kingdom.

The text contained in the book is naturally the ancient script of Octokin, and the content of the book is the knowledge of explosives that Vitruvius is most interested in.

He had just seen an article on explosives, which mentioned an extremely simple way to make bombs quickly, and the simplicity of the method and the magic of the effect made Vitruvius feel incredible.

Suddenly.

Knock knock knock......

There was a soft knock on Vitruvius' door.

He put the goblin engineering book in his pocket and opened the door with a puzzled expression.

Outside the door was a slender woman dressed in black silk, with a good posture, wearing a mysterious butterfly mask.

This black butterfly mask is studded with gemstones, making it look extraordinarily gorgeous.

Other than that, this graceful woman has no other decorations.

Although her face was hidden by a butterfly mask, a pair of spiritual eyes and full red lips were exposed.

Coupled with her pointed chin and snow-white swan neck......

Vitruvius continued to look down her neck, and the scenery was even more beautiful......

Under the black silk, he didn't even wear a single underwear.

Grunt.

Vitruvius swallowed a mouthful of saliva, Lord Marquez finally enlightened, he actually did not send a cow to tempt himself, you must know that in the dinner just now, the two cows sitting next to him, but he touched himself all over, if it were not for the delicious food on the table, Lord Marquez was gracious, Vitruvius was afraid that he would be mad on the spot.

Now, Lord Márquez is finally able to think from the perspective of human beings, and this temptation is just right, and I am very relieved.

When Vitruvius opened the door, the mysterious woman stepped into the room and clung to Vitruvius.

Crunch.

She slammed the door behind her backhand, skilfully and gently.

Then she stretched out a soft wattle and placed it on Vitruvius's shoulder, pushing it hard.

As if crushed by the force, Vitruvius took seven or eight steps back and fell directly on his back on the bed.

"Ah......h

"Come on! Don't think about the consequences. Vitruvius shouted hoarsely.

The mysterious woman in black silk stepped forward quickly, leaned directly on Vitruvius, and whispered softly in his ear with her lips.

Vitruvius' eyes shrank.

……

In the barracks of the fortress of Black Cave City.

Densely packed dungeon armies are stationed.

The entire army of the dungeon lord sorcerer Marquez is stationed here.

And the sorcerer Márquez himself, who had two unquenchable flames burning on the horns of the bull on his head, set up an eerie altar in the center of the fortress barracks.

Márquez was on the altar, chanting and dancing, his movements simple and desolate, and his voice was distant and evil......

A moment later.

A cloud of mist enveloped the entire Black Cave City.

Under the effect of this large-scale fog spell, the underground world that was already in the dark and lightless was almost out of sight.

When an eerie fog also enveloped the altar where Marquez was.

With a solemn face, Márquez took out two lumps of pitch-black sludge.

The two clumps of silt, about the size of a fist, lay sticky between the two disks.

The two disks are placed on either side of the altar's table.

In fact, the two female heads, dressed as sacrifices, walked up to the altar with awe, and some leftovers were placed on their silver plates.

The sorcerer Marquez frowned slightly, and asked with a slight dissatisfaction, "No hair?" ”

The two female minotaurs replied tremblingly: "Lord Hui, one of these two people is transformed from a black dragon, and the other is also extremely amazing, and they have not lost any hair at all, and we just picked up some debris from him......"

The sorcerer Márquez approached the two plates of leftovers and sniffed them carefully, making sure that they were indeed tainted with the breath of Vitruvius and Ratana, which was enough to curse them.

The leftovers were left over from Vitruvius and Ratana's eating, stained with their saliva and saliva, and the crumbs that the cow had picked up from them when he was drinking, and put them into it.

Márquez poured ratana-stained food and crumbs into the black mud.

Then he pointed to the demon fire on his horn with his bull finger, and the demon fire was drawn and burned on the black mud on the disk.

Márquez also stretched out his two hands to pinch the burning black mud, his hands were not afraid of the calcination of the flames, or the flames were originally part of his body, and he rubbed the black mud while calcining with the flames.

A moment later.

A delicate doll was pinched by Márquez.

Under the calcination of demon fire, the doll turned into a porcelain doll.

A porcelain doll identical to Ratana, who transforms into a dark elf.

Next, Márquez did the same and calcined the second doll.

Moments later, a porcelain doll identical to Vitruvius was also successfully calcined by Marquez.

The two dolls were placed on the altar table, and the sorcerer Márquez once again chanted loudly, chanting and dancing as he went.

An eerie energy spread across the altar.

Suddenly.

There was a crunch click.

The porcelain doll in the image of the dark elf of Ratana has a crack in its face, making the whole cute doll look weird and abnormal.

Meanwhile.

In the rooms of the Lord's Fortress.

Ratana, who was asleep, suddenly bounced out of bed, her face pressed to her death, blood oozing from under her palms.

Her vertical pupils were as red as blood, and she scanned the room with extreme vigilance.

The room was unusually quiet, the door was closed, the windows were closed, and there was nothing unusual in the room.

It was as if Ratana had woken up from a nightmare.

But do nightmares bleed?

Ratana looked at the blood on her palm, and was silent.

She had just received a strange and inexplicable attack that broke her forehead, and when she woke up, she didn't even know where the enemy was.

Knock knock......

There was a sharp knock outside Ratana's door.

"Who!?" Ratana, who was inexplicably injured, asked in an astringent voice.

"It's me." Vitruvius's voice came from outside the door.

Ratana's eyes moved, but she decided to open the door.

Crunch.

Ratana opened the door.

Vitruvius stood outside the door with a serious face, and he entered the room unceremoniously and closed the door with his hand.

"Get out of here, we're damned."

"Curse!?" Ratana's brow furrowed.

Ratana looked at Vitruvius suspiciously, and asked, "Then why are you okay?" ”

"I actually have something to do, but you can't see it."

Vitruvius's answer made Ratana even more puzzled.

But before she could continue to ask.

Without warning, Ratana's shoulder cracked open with a bloody gap.

She snorted again in pain.

"This is the death curse of the sorcerer Marquez, this curse is extremely powerful, once it starts, it can curse the two of us in five minutes, now hurry up, it's still too late." Vitruvius spoke very quickly.