The noise that filled the cell area continued for three hours before it stopped, and the thick door was opened. The two strong black-robed men www.biquge.info pushed open the cold cell, and the new prisoner in the cell was lying on the table with five tricks bleeding at this time. His eyes were wide open, his mouth was wide open, and his face was full of distorted expressions, and he could not tell whether it was fear or joy, but looked like a dead fish.

They carefully put away the blood-stained leather paper on the table, unfastened the blood-stained steel locks on their feet, and dragged his body away to a white-eyed necromancer. The thin old man excitedly stroked the gradually cold corpse, and his shriveled lips exclaimed beautifully. He will peel off the skin with the sharp peeling knife in his hand to make a piece of paper that the next prisoner will copy.

One by one, the raindrops slapped against the unicorn's body, and the rain washed away her trembling body, and her mane looked like a pile of thin, soft colored foam. Although the monster in front of her was mutilated, and although the unicorn was fearless and could not be intimidated by anything, the momentum that gushed out from the depths of the purple compound eyes made her tremble instinctively. She was inexplicably afraid, and that fear did not come from the fear of death, and unicorns were never afraid of death.

Fear comes from the fear of something very large, and the shivering unicorn stares at the compound eyes, feeling only a speck of dust. Suddenly, her hind legs touched the cold, hard tombstone, and the unicorn realized that she had actually been backing away, and she screamed and jumped into the oak tree behind the tombstone, disappearing without a trace.

The monster jumped onto the Ranger's Grave, its sharp forelimbs digging through the slightly raised grave, bowing its head, its sharp mouthparts greedily devouring and chewing the dirt in the grave. In the distance, a long cry of a unicorn was heard, and she screamed at the hero's desecration, ashamed of her fear, and turned and jumped into the forest and disappeared without a trace.

The monster standing atop the grave raised its head, its powerful body stretched out, its two sharp forelimbs digging deep into the dirt, and the rain running down its strange body. It let out a cry that penetrated the nine heavens, and the cry echoed through the forest, and the wind and rain became more and more violent, and the small trees bent over, and the lightning fell in the forest, and the flashes of light that illuminated the dark world outlined the mutilated but cruel beauty of the monster's body, and the cry was a cry to announce the coming of victory. Like the new wolf king howling in victory above the cliff and under the moon.

In the secret room, the conspirators who plotted to destroy the entire human empire celebrated their victory.

"Our great cause is about to win. The mild-mannered man's tone was tinged with irrepressible excitement. Decades of painstaking planning finally came to fruition, and just thinking that the evil human civilization would be destroyed in his hands, he couldn't help but tremble when he held the goblet in his hand.

Nervousness and excitement are intertwined, which is his complicated mood at the moment.

A bald ranger had this mixed mood at this time, but he was more nervous, staring at the silver-haired half-elf with a sly face in front of him. Her fingers pinched two cards, one of which would determine whether or not he could keep the first place in the Songard Tavern Gwent. All he had to do was draw it and throw it into the waste pile.

The Songgard Tavern is the most popular tavern in the kingdom of Mericat, and every Mericai believer who enters the kingdom after death will hear its great name, because it can not only provide any fine wine in the world, but also provide extremely delicious barbecue service! And every year there is a Gwent card tournament, and the champion will receive a whole year of unlimited barbecue! This makes the group of barbecue-loving rangers crazy to compete for this tempting throne together.

The game has reached the moment to decide the outcome of the game, and the rangers of all races have formed a thick circle around this small wine table, except for the occasional complaints, it is most likely the sound of which dwarf ranger has been stepped on the head, and the tavern that has always been noisy is extremely quiet.

"This one?" The bald ranger's thick fingers twitched a card to his right, staring at the expression on Arcanis' face, not letting go of a change in expression. As a ranger who is good at observing words and feelings, he has defeated many masters with this move, and the experience of the old way tells him that Arcanis has a happy look on his face, although it is difficult to notice.

So, this must be fake?

But the bald ranger doesn't think so, knowing that Arcanis was once a believer in the god of conspiracy and lies, and that she was known for her cunning.

Could it be the white-haired fox who is cheating? That must be true?

He thought, but quickly overturned that conclusion.

The reason is simple, everyone would think of this, maybe Arcanis is planning to take the bait.

"Damn. He muttered, and big drops of sweat appeared on his bald head, and he had made a bet with Arcarnes that if he lost, he would touch her bald head, which was a matter of personal dignity. He began to regret why he had made such a bet at that time, and he thought that Arcarnes, who had only been in Mericay's kingdom for seventy years, did not have the strength to play against him at all.

He looked away from Arcanis' face, and the expressions of the audience behind Arcanis didn't provide any information. Quite simply, after a certain distance from your hand, the pattern turns black until it is placed on the table.

Suddenly, a cat's head emerged from behind Arcanis's shoulder, and the variegated cat stared at the half-elf ranger's hand, a look of anxiety on the cat's face. As a ranger, he naturally knows that it is Arcanis's animal companion and has intelligence that is not inferior to that of humans.

A triumphant smile appeared on the corner of the bald ranger's mouth, and everyone thought that he could only read ideas from human faces, but they didn't know that he could also read thoughts from the faces of animals. He licked his lips and jerked, slamming the card on the table.

"Hahaha!" he grinned triumphantly, but the smile on his face froze as he looked at the card.

"Phew!" the rangers around him let out a boo, and the card was a very ordinary unit card.

Arcanis laughed out loud, like a silver bell, but those who knew her knew that she was actually a very cunning creature with a dark heart. The half-elf, stroking the head of the mutt cat on his shoulder, said, "Melly, your husky barbecue is in hand!"

The cat nodded contentedly, looking at him mockingly, at which point the bald ranger felt stupid enough to believe in an animal, and that it was also an animal companion of a cunning ranger.

"Now is the time to decide victory!" Arcanis jumped to her feet, one foot on the chair and the other on the table, holding up a sign and announcing, "I'm the number one Songard Gwent card!"

She was about to slam it down on the table, and the rangers loved it, and she was no exception, though it was stamped with a delicate image of her slashing the Devil Lord back to the lower planes.

However, at the moment when the bald Ranger was dead and all eyes were on the cards in Arcanis' hand.

Arcanis is gone.

Together with her cat, it disappeared into thin air in full view, leaving only a Gwent card slowly falling, and everyone staring at it.

The Songard Tavern is quieter.

It wasn't until the Gwent card fell that the tavern was back noisy.

"How did she disappear?"

"Did she melt into the shadows?"

"Arcanis come out of here, don't make that damn joke!"

"For the sake of the forest lady, we're all waiting for your barbecue!"

The rangers were in a mess, gossiping.

The soul in the kingdom of God disappeared out of thin air, and there was only one possibility, and that was if someone resurrected him.

But no matter which resurrection is made, the resurrected person must agree before he can be resurrected, and there is no reason why Arcanis should not agree to the resurrection after touching his bald head and eating and drinking enough. And most importantly, it is common knowledge that Arcanis is known to die of old age, and no amount of resurrection magic can resurrect a person who dies of old age.

So under the discussion of a bunch of rangers, many of them are well-informed legendary rangers, they come to a worse conclusion than the other, and soon this incident alarms Merichai herself, after all, Arcanis is not an ordinary ranger, she was a ranger who stepped into the realm of legends before she died.

But the rangers still don't know why Arcanis vanished out of thin air, but there is no doubt that the truth is far less bad than they thought, but it is absurd enough.