"What about the shaman?"

Werner finally got tired of waiting endlessly and slammed his fist on the table: "He said he wanted to negotiate, but he asked us to come here and wait, but he didn't come.

What does he mean? Playing with us?"

Behind the round table, the empty chair.

Next to the empty chair stood a slightly older man. Hearing Werner's voice, the old man named Ghost Hand just glanced at him, and didn't care:

"Don't want to wait, you can go. ”

"No one is forcing you to be here, but when you step out of that threshold, you have to understand that you are an enemy of the shaman," he said. ”

"Phew, is the shaman still sitting in his dream of the Dark Emperor?"

Werner took a sip with a look of disdain: "Don't think we don't know. The shaman has been back for so long, and there is still not a single one of his subordinates!

If it were him, I would have to thank you, and if it weren't for your loyal dog, he might be the Commander of the Light Pole!"

Beside him, Alberto and Corpse Loydo had a mocking smile on their faces.

The time of shamans has passed.

Not many people in the city remembered him anymore, and the shaman seemed to be aware of it, and for days now, he just stayed in a secret place.

Not only did it not expand its power, but even the territory of the original ghost hand was almost lost!

Their original worries seemed to be just a joke: the old shaman was no longer the majestic emperor he used to be.

And now, he still wants to be cowardly here, which is ridiculous.

Hearing their laughter, Ghost Hand's eyes suddenly turned cold.

In the midst of the silence, there was a knock on the door.

At the doorway, a figure walked in against the light, took off the hat from his head, and hung it on a coat rack. And so, the mottled gray hair was revealed in the morning light.

His coat looked very old and had not been washed in a long time. It's full of breaches and threads.

At first glance, it seems like that, but if you look closely, you can see the embarrassment and embarrassment.

"Sorry, I'm late. ”

The man walked in. Nodding to the people present, he seemed to be kind: "You have been waiting for a long time. ”

Ghost Hand respectfully pulled out his chair and invited him down.

Corpse Luo Yiduo sneered: "Mr. Shaman, you are really bold, you dare to ask us to come to talk?"

The old Alberto also raised his eyes and looked at him: "It's been a long time. Mr. Shaman. What do you want to say with such a big shelf here today?"

"Actually, it's nothing. ”

Shaman spreads his hands: "As an old-timer, I always have to come and see what I learned." Besides, it's always good to meet before going to war. ”

"War?" Werner laughed, "You're going to war with us, just the two of you?"

"Isn't it enough?"

The shaman spread his hands and looked around: "Ladies and gentlemen, do you want to consider abandoning the darkness and joining my command? ”

Werner stopped laughing.

Corpse Loftor stopped smiling.

Alberto, who had been dozing off all along, also raised his eyes. There was seriousness in his cloudy eyes: he looked at the former Emperor carefully, trying to see what he was joking.

But the shaman didn't laugh, he was full of seriousness, as if he were telling the truth.

Even the old wrinkles on his face had a hint of madness and seriousness.

Alberto couldn't help but sigh: this former dark emperor, this man who was abandoned by his own time...... Already immersed in your own delusions, right?

He is still stuck in the era of his own call for wind and rain, rightfully scolding this group of people who should have looked up to him, looking majestic, waiting for their obedience.

It's ridiculous.

He sighed softly, "Shaman, you're crazy, aren't you?"

"This is no place for jokes, shaman. ”

Corpse Loft put down his hookah. Slender eyes narrowed, like a viper: "Don't talk crazy. ”

Werner simply spat on the thick phlegm, showing his disdain.

The reason why this group of people did not turn their faces was only because of the glory of the shaman. They try to be as patient as possible. I want to see what this crazy old man is doing.

So there was a faint pity in his eyes.

"What's wrong with you?"

The shaman noticed that look and was stunned: "Haven't you thought about it yet? ”

Duh!

A dagger was stuck on the table, and the dagger was in Werner's hand.

That's my reply. Werner said coldly.

"Mr. Shaman, recognize the situation. ”

Alberto shook his head slowly: "Maybe you were once the Dark Emperor of Avalon, but don't forget, your time has passed.

Now Downtown. It's not your place anymore. ”

"You'd better be clear, sir. ”

Corpse Luo Yiduo just smoked a hookah and looked at the shaman coldly, "If you are short of money, I can pay to send you to Arkham Mental Hospital." There, you will definitely have a common language with those people. ”

The shaman seems to have finally come to his senses.

"Looks like you're going to war?"

"When did you start thinking we were going to obey?"

Alberto raised his cloudy eyes and looked at him, "Mr. Shaman, why don't you look out the window?"

Outside the window, the market is busy, looking noisy and full of energy.

But in the crowd, there were faint figures occupying the surroundings and surrounding the place.

Those burly men with swords in their arms, all it takes is a signal to rush in and completely dismember the former Dark Emperor.

Ghost Hand frowned and took a step forward, but the shaman raised his hand and stopped him.

"Looks like you're going to keep us here?"

The smile on the shaman's face dissipated and became gloomy: "Do you know what you're doing? ”

"Recognize the reality, shaman, you have no wings to fly. ”

Alberto bowed: "Don't worry, I have given you enough respect and specially hired three musicians. Whether it's a shaman or a ghost hand, no matter how powerful the legend is, it can't get out of here today.

So, it's time for you to wake up, former Dark Emperor?

For the sake of how much you took care of me nine years ago, I am willing to let you go, as long as you promise, you will never come back. ”

The old man's eyes were full of cruelty and viciousness: "Of course, we will give you a small spell to ensure that you will not go back on your word. ”

"I also have to hand over the resources in my hands. "And the most important thing, you know what I'm talking about." The trader has already told us that he gave you something to ......"

"Oh?"

The shaman shook his head, "I don't understand what you mean. ”

The dwarf dog was the most irritable, slammed his fist on the table, and said coldly, "We mean, hand over the map of Shadow of Avalon, and get out!"

The shaman smiled and spread his hands: "Even if you have a map of the Shadow of Avalon, it is useless if you can't find the bloody path and can't enter."

Besides, that map was a gift from the trader to celebrate my return, so I'm afraid I would be ashamed of my old friend's hard work to give it away, right?"

"Looks like I'm going to have to give you some color. ”

Werner said coldly, knocking on his dagger, and suddenly there was a sound of heavy footsteps upstairs, a sharp grinding sound of a sword coming out of its sheath.

And outside the window, in the bazaar, the ambushed thugs have surrounded this layer.

This is a trap for shamans.

"Mr. Shaman, see the situation clearly, this is no longer your world. Why don't you hand over the map and get out of it safely?"

Alberto admonished softly: "Even if you don't plan for yourself, you have to think about the ghost hand who has always been loyal to you, right?"

The ghost hand was silent and did not say a word.

But the shaman sighed, as if disappointed. (To be continued.) )