In a large church, a roar came from inside, accompanied by the screeching sound of a vase breaking. In the main hall, an old man wearing a black robe engraved with complex mysterious incantations was on fire, and a huge blood-colored skull was carved on the back of his left hand, and his face was flushed, and countless disciples knelt under the high steps.

"You bunch of waste!garbage!Le Se!What are you doing with raising you for so long?You can't catch a person? Although my skeleton ancestor has not been out of retreat for more than a hundred years, I still know how many catties and taels the housekeeper of the Ai family has. He took Miss Ai, a weak woman who was powerless. This is equivalent to him giving up a hand to dozens of you, and you can't beat it??you!you!you!you!You!, you, you, you, !!you,

Kneeling at the front of the stage was the leader that Star Zero had met in the woods, and a trace of cold sweat slid down the leader's forehead. He wiped and rubbed and rubbed and rubbed and wiped and wiped his sweat with his red-lace robe, but it still couldn't stop dripping down.

He rubbed the purple-black gorgeous blanket and said boldly, "Ancestor, we also tried our best to chase and kill from the path not far from Stormwind City to the Shadow Forest. We all thought that they did not have rescuers, this is already a boiled duck, a camel that cannot run. But, but ...... Who knew that the rescue soldiers suddenly came out. We were attacked by them, and many of the disciples were injured to varying degrees, and some even regressed in mana. ”

The leader wiped his sweat, shook his trembling hands, rubbed against each other, and the sound of the voice was very abrupt in the silent hall.

The leader decided to tell a big lie that only he knew, because he knew that even if the ancestor didn't kill him this time, the young master would roast him to death. The leader swallowed and said, "Ancestor, I dare to promise. I saw at least twenty people sneaking up on them, and this must be their reinforcements, it must be! I don't believe you ask them!" After speaking, the leader looked at the group of disciples with sharp eyes.

Old Ancestor laughed, and the huge black robe looked blood-red against the light. This laughter is very mad, hahaha, hahaha. "I didn't expect that the disciples I trained would also learn to lie. I've personally investigated it, and it's a water and fire spell that attacked you. The Fire Spell is a kind of magical beast in the Shadow Forest, called the Flame Wolf, and its strength is a magical beast below the 4th order. Water-based magic was inherently harmless, and judging from the surrounding mana fluctuations and traces left behind, it was just a high-level mage apprentice who was close to a junior mage. After saying that, the mana fluctuations of the Skeleton Ancestor had begun to vibrate, and the surrounding dark elements began to become active, as if they were happily enjoying the Ancestor's mana, and the elements were dancing happily.

"You were overwhelmed by the sudden attack, especially you, as a leader, who didn't even have basic judgment. You've let me down so much. This operation was originally precisely arranged by the young master, and it was handed over to you directly. You've messed it up! The young master won't let you go. For the sake of you, you've been with me for a long time, and I still remember that when you were a child, you always pestered my ancestor and me, and affectionately called me grandpa. I can't bear to see you tortured by him, you can do it yourself. Disappointed, the ancestor closed his eyes and turned his back to the leader, and walked to a huge room in the main hall, not looking back at him again.

The leader's body was already trembling, but now it was shaking even more. He has countless grievances and endless lofty ideals and ambitions in his heart. He has followed his ancestor since he was a child, and after many days and months of hard work, he is now turning into ashes. I closed my eyes, and the scene emerged. A young boy in the ice and snow, over and over again, with magic spell marks, over and over again, drawing, drawing. From the snowy winter to the scorching sun, he has grown from a young boy to a prominent leader of the Dark Cult.

Now that this life is about to end here, he is unwilling, he regrets, he can't figure it out. Why? Why? Why was he born a young master, born to get ahead, born to be superior, and to dominate the life and death of others. I've tried so hard to be seen? Images flashed before me, and finally froze in this moment.

The chief took off the cross on his chest and took out a picture album, the first page of which was his mother. Mother's words seemed to be yesterday, in the snowy snow, the mother touched his head and said, "Son, come on, you will definitely succeed!

The leader wielded all the magic power in his body, and the dark elements around him trembled violently, and there was a slight roar in the air. It was as if the elementals were unwilling to leave him, and spoke to him to stay. The leader was ruthless, and slapped his right hand on the heart, and the silence was particularly harsh. Bang, he fell, leaving the world that made his heart chill, accompanied by the voice of his mother in the distance: "Son, come on, you will definitely succeed, you are the best, believe in yourself!"

After the leader fell, there was a loud cry among the followers who followed him, bang, and the lonely white-headed storm eagle outside the church swirled in the sky, screaming sharply, as if it was silently mourning the disciples who had fed it.

Huge room, gorgeously furnished. The most obvious is the two huge specimens of the 7th-order god Brahman-tailed leopard placed at the door, the specimens appear lifelike, the huge leopard prints are clearly visible, the hair is very complete, as if there was still a breath yesterday, and the eyes are looking ahead with a sense of crisis and looking at the front, motionless. The person who made this specimen must have been a superb artist in the first place, and he chose a rare and highly ornamental magical beast like the Shenfan-tailed leopard. The second is that the person who made the specimen must have extraordinary strength, the fierce monster of the Shenfan-tailed leopard, whose strength is equivalent to the existence of a human great magic master, was actually made into a specimen without a trace of damage. This person's strength is at least a high-level Great Magic Mentor, and it may even be at the level of a Law Saint.

A young man with a dark sect totem embroidered on his clothes and a huge red moon stands in front of a huge floor-to-ceiling window about 8 meters high and 10 meters wide with his back hand, looking at the birds and flowers and the cute domestic monsters playing outside.

The door to the room was quietly pushed open. An emaciated old man with a skull carved on his left hand walked in softly. His neat and dusty mage robes showed that he was particularly clean and tidy. He walked up to the young man, didn't care about the dusty carpet, bent down and knelt down and said: "Young master, my subordinates are incompetent, I didn't finish what you explained, let the daughter of the head of the Ai family run away, please give the young master a sin." ”

The young man waved his hand behind his back and continued to look at the little monster playing outside the window. The old man continued: "Young Master, although Ai's daughter looks like a flower, the Holy Maiden of the Bright Sect who married you is also in the top three in the continent in terms of beauty, why don't you look down on her?"

The young man smiled exaggeratedly, watched the tripped little monster get up clumsily, patted his collar and said, "The ancestor is already hundreds of years old, so he naturally doesn't understand today's romantic and interesting things. What's the point of arranging, snatching them up and forcing them to do what they don't want to do. This kind of expression makes me feel the happiest to look at, hahaha. ”

The ancestor wiped his sweat and said flatteringly: "That is, my Dark Sect Young Master's martial arts are world-renowned, the first in the magic world, and my taste is naturally leading the trend of the mainland." The old man wishes the young master happiness like the East China Sea, and his longevity is better than that of Nanshan! Eat chicken every day! Every year, beautiful women are forced by the young master. ”

The young man's noble magic robe trembled slightly, and it seemed that the owner of the precious magic robe was enjoying this sycophant. The young man said, "Ancestor, you have also worked hard. You'll take care of the rest. I'm going to go to the Imperial Academy of Magic next stage, and you can watch and deal with the big and small things in the teaching, so don't ask me for any trivial things. Especially if that leader doesn't do things well, he deserves to die, and you still intercede for him, what kind of pleading? I heard that he still has a family? This kind of person has a family when he does things so badly? I believe you can handle the rest of the things, what if his family spreads the word? The reputation of the Dark Cult is the most important, and things must be done cleanly, you know? Don't let me down again this time. Next year, I will still say a few kind words to my father for you. ”

The old ancestor seemed to have aged for hundreds of years in an instant, and then replied forcefully: "Obey the order! Young Master!". The Ancestor got up gently, as if he was afraid that his "cheap" mage robe would stain the noble carpet. Old Ancestor hunched over, turned around with a smile on his face, and quietly walked out of the room, turned around, and gently closed the door. After going out, the ancestor's face was gloomy, and all the elements around him except for the dark elements seemed to sense the ancestor's emotions, and they all hid in fright.