"There's nothing remarkable about my experience, it's not as good as the 'killer' and the cursed Shaman of Nan Fung. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info" As the big man spoke, half of his face squirmed like a crawling centipede.

"It's okay, there's time. I'm interested in your story. Odin sat on the floor against the cold corner.

This new powerful warlock doesn't seem to be so difficult to get along with. Because of the parity in strength, the vicious prisoners were in a strange balance, and they began to communicate, and some curious people even approached Odin as a gesture of friendship—a conversation that was no different from that of ordinary people.

"My name is Lehman. Once a butcher, he joined the Royal Janissary and swore an oath of allegiance to the royal family. The old king was poisoned, we fought bloodily, my brothers were all dead, I rushed through the flames of war, ran to the countryside, and when I woke up I was put in a dungeon, and my face was burned to a pulp. ”

The former Imperial cavalryman's voice grew lower and lower: "The dungeon is full of former princes and nobles, who hissed and cried night and night, a few fewer a day—and at last the dungeon became empty, and I, along with an earl and a baron, went into the lion's cage, and then became the king's courtier." Disappointment or not - there is nothing remarkable about my story. ”

The Imperial cavalry hung his head, as if remembering the glorious days of the past, while he was surrounded by robbers, spies, and murderers.

"You are a good person, the story is not ordinary, and you should be respected. "The fact that this sorcerer, the de facto robber, actually judged the cavalrymen of yesteryear, and this praise is ironic no matter how much it sounds.

"And what about the 'murderer'?" Odin continued. He had a hunch that these prisoners would be useful, and getting along well would bring him a lot of convenience.

A short man let out a monkey-like shrill laugh: "Jiji, I am a bandit in Nanfeng, one knife is a human head, one knife is a human head, one knife is a human head, and my scimitar is the most powerful weapon in the world." ”

"I don't think so. Someone interjected, and it was a gentle male voice: "I heard that a bandit who is more powerful than you has recently come and killed more than a hundred knights in Nanfeng. ”

"How do you know? Could it be that your eyes are in Nanfeng?" the other sneered.

"I'm a spy, known as 'Jack of Trades,' with eyes in the sky and ears in the underworld—" replied a man of plain appearance and no obscurity, except for a neat outfit.

"But the ass is in the cell!" said the people around him.

"I'm going to fight him!" "The Killer" jumped to his feet and cried out in the broken Nanfeng language, "My scimitar is the most powerful weapon in the world!"

"Then why did you get caught in the Sunset Empire?" Odin interrupted the anger of the "murderer" and continued to ask.

"Oh, I killed all the town I passed by! Then, I found another tribe of barbarians, and I killed them all! I robbed the money, and I had nowhere to spend it, so I ran into this hellish place - I heard that my mother was from this place, and my father snatched her home......"

When the "Murderer" talks about the Sunset Empire, his mouth seems to be disobedient, and he begins to ramble on useless words.

"Ah, no, bah, I'm not a sunset bastard! I found a tavern and wanted to spend my money, but my knives were hungry and I couldn't help it—so I drank all the wine from the tavern, gave them twenty gold coins, and spent all the money!

The "murderer" began to scream again: "I will stab a man's head!

Odin clapped his hands, seemingly pleased with the story of the "murderer".

"So, you're still not as powerful as the rising bandits—were there a hundred Imperial knights who captured you back then?" "Jack-of-all-trades" scoffed.

"I'm going to duel you! I'm going to fight you!" "The Murderer" jumped to his feet, his eyes wide open, and he was about to pounce on the man who claimed to be a spy.

Odin ignored the two arguing, turned his head and continued to ask, "What's the story of the Nanfeng Shaman?"

"Warlock, you call me 'Venerable Shaman Ruy'. An old fellow with a wrinkled face, only as high as the Scorched Knight's belly, and unable to tell whether it was a man or a woman, corrected Odin's statement.

Even in prison, the noble shaman was still clad in animal skins, his neck was covered with wolf and ivory ornaments, and his wrinkled face was tattooed with sun-patterned totems.

"You believe in the god Osiris, and receive spells from the blood of the true god Osiris, and we believe in Kamaz, the god of the sun, and we receive power from the sun's rays—we curse and possess us. ”

The shaman, Rui, was clearly knowledgeable: "Don't think we don't know what's going on in the sunset man's belly, you have tall walls, cannons, shining armor and sharp swords, but you have poison juice in your bones. Not only have you sent more than a hundred Imperial knights to negotiate deals with us, but you have also sent an army to burn our villages and horse teams. ”

Odin hadn't heard the news - the Duke of Deep Valley City obviously wouldn't tell him everything, and he didn't have any good ways to hide and lie other than directly observing the spiritual sea of humans nearby.

However, after Nanfeng broke his army, he had to go out recklessly, causing greater contradictions between the two countries, and concealing the truth from most of the forces in the kingdom, it seems that no one else would be so stupid except for the narrow-minded queen mother who would do such a thing.

"Your knights are too vile - to burn down our stables and set the hay on fire at night. Our men fought the armored knights half-naked, killing and wounding countless people. Despite his accent, Rui was fluent in imperial Chinese, and he recounted the sneak attack with indignation.

So I cursed them, and in one night two hundred horsemen and three hundred infantry were sucked clean by the worms and turned into dried corpses. ”

"Venerable Shaman Ruy" licked his tongue, which was long and thick, and covered with dense lumps, "But there are more than a hundred cavalry, and I have run out of bugs, and I have killed thirty more, and here we are." ”

"Lord Rui is indeed worthy of respect. In the future, if we meet on the battlefield, I will let you die. "Six hundred elites have been lost—no wonder the Queen Mother was in such a hurry to ask the city-states to send troops. Odin tidied up his clown suit and bowed to the shaman.

"Haha, young warlock, if we meet on the battlefield, I will also give you your life!" the shaman replied in an old, hoarse voice.

"We can't go to the battlefield, we can't go anywhere, we have to be courtiers for the little king for the rest of our lives, until he gets tired of playing and kills us!" interjected.

"Not necessarily. Odin smiled slightly, lit a flame in his palm, and watched everyone in the chamber closely.

At that moment, footsteps could be heard in the hallway outside the secret room, and then the iron door sounded the sound of the lock turning.

"I'm going out tonight. The young man in the clown costume said with a smile.

Then the iron door was opened, and one of the guards shouted, "Your Majesty has ordered the summoning of the pyromancer Dis. ”

Odin patted his clothes and got up and walked out of the secret room.