Ever since Karak's death, his dormitory has become deserted.

More than a decade ago, King Karak began to abandon his human body and gradually transform himself into something bigger and more powerful. Since then, he has rarely patronized his **. However, the place was still filled with all kinds of beautiful women, although most of them never had the opportunity to meet the witch king of Tyre in their lifetime.

Just a year or two ago, Karak, the legendary ** master of prophetic magic, the supreme witch king of Tyre, seemed to foresee some terrible event. Since then, he has greatly accelerated the steps of transforming himself into a higher being. For this reason, he even did not hesitate to squeeze the last vestige of Tyre's potential. Squander all the wealth that this pearl of the desert has amassed over a thousand years.

It was this unbridled oppression that led the slave gladiators, nobles, merchants, guardian mages and Templar leaders of the city of Tyre to form the most unlikely alliance that culminated in the most legendary revolution of Attas.

During the revolution, Tyre lost a qiē order. Violence, killings, rapes and looting became commonplace. Karak's ** did not survive the chaos, where the average woman cheapened their former guards, and the other half gave the gladiators and the "advanced people" who temporarily joined the revolution a sweet taste.

Rikas, the admirable leader of the gladiators, tried to stop the atrocities, but he was unable to order the execution of one-third of his brothers and many of the people who "participated" in the revolution.

Now, the once-beautiful palace is in dilapidation, with white marble statues smashed and scattered on the ground uncleaned. Sumptuous camel hair carpets were burned or stolen, leaving the hall bare. The niche where the golden oil lamps once housed is now empty, so that the palace guards can now only light a fire on the ground.

Due to the shortage of manpower in the ruling council, only about 20 guards were sent to guard the place, and the parliamentarians thought that it would be enough to scare away the thieves. Anyway, there is nothing valuable in ** now, and not many people will come.

An agile shadow quietly climbed over the fence and entered the courtyard of the Witch King**.

When the shadow lands, it doesn't make any sound, and it is the same when it walks.

Night shrouded the palace, and silence filled the night.

The guards gathered around the fire, bored and bragged, "You know, that butcher of truth told the woman to be killed." ”

"Huh, Butcher of Truth, didn't he just lead his troops to the front line yesterday to defend against the Witch King's coalition vanguard?" said another soldier.

"Idiot, the man you're talking about is Lord Ricas. I'm talking about another gladiator, the Butcher of Truth, the one with the mustache. ”

"Mustache, above or below?" another voice interjected, belching drunkenly.

"I bet it's the back. The soldier from earlier began to talk again.

"I'll have to send you to investigate. ”

The guards laughed, and not a single one noticed a shadow approaching them.

The shadow watched silently at the guards, and then suddenly attacked.

One of Shadow's hands suddenly underwent a mutation, starting to swell and deform from its forearm, and finally forming a sharp blade, huge and formidable.

"I say, Mistress Shatiri shouldn't ......," one of the guards said, when suddenly, a blade came out of his chest.

"Ahh

Before the other soldiers could react, the blade was pulled out of the victim's body. Without hesitation, the Shadow attacked the remaining ones.

The guards fought back with their scimitars and daggers, but their weapons were completely unable to cut through the thin layer of cloth on their opponents' bodies. "Hit him in the head!" one of the guards shouted, but then he was bitten by the throat by a colorful desert measuring snake. He tried to reach for it, but he lost all his strength halfway through.

“y?1an?a?? ranetbsp; The shadow snapped a spell, and in an instant a large number of poisonous snakes swam out of their robes, raised their heads viciously, and crawled towards the guards.

"Is it a woman?!" one of the guards shouted in surprise, in his last voice in the world.

With a swing of the huge blade that Shadow had turned into with his right hand, he slashed through the two enemies in front of him. The guard, who had been cut in two, did not die immediately, but struggled to try to hold on to the shadow's leg to give his comrades a chance to attack. But their efforts were fruitless, and the shadow's movements were too agile and erratic to be captured.

One of the guards tried to run to the location of the siren, and he heard the voice of a spell behind him, "sp1interc?vata!", and then felt a large object plunge into the back of his head, taking all his life.

The last guard valiantly attempted to die with the enemy, pulling out a bottle of fiery gel, lighting it with the fire in front of him, and then pounced on the shadow with the flaming bottle.

The shadow didn't dodge, but she cast another spell that brought the flame to life, obeying the movement of her will, and instead devouring the life of the guard.

After the battle, Shadow toes open the turban of the last brave guard, revealing the Moor's hybrid human and dwarven features.

"It's humanoid again. The shadow muttered to himself in a flat voice, then turned away.

The fire was still burning, but the soldiers who had been talking and laughing loudly just a few minutes earlier had been reduced to corpses.

After concocting another group of guards, the mysterious visitor finally entered a dormitory in Karak**.

The shadow groped around the walls, as if looking for some mechanism. Suddenly, only a click was heard, and a dragon embedded in the wall retracted more than an inch into the wall. Then, the sound of Krakala was heard all around, and dust and sand fell overhead.

A hidden hole opened in the middle of the wall of the dormitory, and the secret treasure chest hidden behind the thick stone wall and the anti-detection magic circle finally came into contact with the air again.

"Well, someone is coming. "There was a rough, hoarse voice from the treasure chest, and there was joy in it.

The shadow reached in and pulled out a shriveled, ugly head, "Are you the kobold curse Zacha?"

"Yes, of course it is!" said the old head again, "of course it's me, how can you find such a handsome head?"

After the shadow confirmed, he shoved his head into his package. Ignoring the other party's protests, "You can't do this! I've been locked in a box for so long, at least you have to talk to me!"

Ignoring his head, the shadow tiptoed out of the dormitory, not touching the mechanism in the hallway.

"I mean, you're a Starch Spencer Druid. "I can see that you are wearing armor woven from spider silk, light and flexible, but stronger than steel wire." ”

"Mouthless?" "Even though no one paid attention to him, his head still chattered, "I remember that the old Starch Spencer Druids were not like that, and I liked working with you the most at that time, especially women." ”

Instead of leaving the way it came, the shadow used spider walking to climb the top of the palace passage and quietly advanced.

"Alas, as I get older, my ability to talk to girls has regressed. The head sighed, "But what are you going to do to just take my old grandfather with you like this?" I only have my mouth left...... You're such a weird woman. ”

The shadow used arachnism to climb onto the outer wall of **, and sent a tough spider silk at the building across the street, and then slowly crawled along the spider silk.

"Do you know what I envy most about you druids? ”

Seeing that the other party still didn't speak, his head finally disarmed and surrendered, "Okay, I won't bother you, but at least satisfy my last curiosity - how do you know that there is not one, but two witch kings in Tyre?"

The Shadow finally spoke, "To this day, humanity still enjoys the benefits of the Purification War. And the remaining humanoids - elves, dwarves, halflings...... We can only prostrate ourselves before humanity and admit that we are the true masters of Atas. ”

"Your names and exploits have not been forgotten, at least not we. "We also know that since the end of the Holy War, you have been secretly serving Karak the Ogre Doom as an advisor. ”

"'Woe to those who forget, for joy will be turned to ashes in their mouths when they are forgetful. The shadow looked back at the sleeping Tyr, and then disappeared into the night with his head.

-------------------------------------------- p.s. has the main character of the old man with him!

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