Bright, blinding magic lights......

The high platform was surrounded by the cheers, roars and shouts of tens of thousands of spectators......

There are also various complex terrains and obstacles in the arena specially designed for battle......

All of this made Aberdell's blood boil with a thirst for killing, as if he was in a world full of dreams.

He didn't even know how he had walked the distance from the passage to the center of the arena, only that his brain was almost blank, and the most primitive and instinctive elements of violence in his subconscious were being rapidly awakened.

It wasn't until he was less than five or six meters away from his opponent that the son of Baal slowly stopped and began to look at the previous champion not far away with the eyes of a warrior.

Similarly, the war trolls are also looking at this famous Sword Bay hero and son of God with a very cautious gaze.

A subspecies transformed by magic and alchemy, he is not dominated by intense hunger pangs and eating instincts like his own stupid, ignorant kind.

Quite the opposite!

This guy has an intelligence level far beyond the average person, and has even learned to read and write in at least three or more languages.

Not only can he bow, salute, and eat gracefully like a nobleman trained in etiquette, but he also knows many special skills to curry favor with rich and powerful women or men on the bed.

After all, gladiators were essentially sports stars, not slaves who were subjected to brutal training and inhuman torture every day, as many people imagined, and had to gamble for their lives.

If this is the case, the players who step into the arena will inevitably be passive and slack off, and at the same time, the battle will inevitably not be easy to see.

Only if they can get enough benefits and feel that they are fighting for themselves, they will risk everything to fight their opponents until they collapse in a pool of blood and swallow their last breath.

Therefore, the manager of any gladiator who has a little fame will ask a professional to package him in all aspects, teach him how to interact with customers and fans who can bring great benefits, and how to satisfy the imagination of hungry ladies or men who are strong and savage gladiators, and maybe occasionally play some games such as role-playing.

In short, the war troll was so happy with his status, status, and popularity that he didn't want to lose everything he had so hard-won.

The only thing he can do to keep it all in is keep winning, keep the regional title alive, and go to the annual battle for the top honors.

In order to do this, and also to win the support and affection of more audiences, the War Trolls have embellished and magically transformed their ugly appearance.

Now, in addition to his green skin, his facial features and body shape are very close to humans, and his height has dropped from the original two meters seven to about two meters four, but the length of his arms has not decreased.

This means that he has a longer reach and range than other fighters.

In particular, the sharp sword with serrated teeth in the hand, as long as it is accidentally scratched or rubbed, it will immediately cause quite a terrible wound.

After the two sides looked at each other for about ten seconds, the war troll was the first to speak in the lingua franca: "Human, you will die." If I were you, I would choose to surrender now. ”

"Dead? There are many people who have said this word to me, but the problem is that I am still alive and well. Guess where all the people who said that word have gone now? ”

Aberdell grinned, a bloodthirsty smile of excitement.

Judging from that eager state, it is obvious that he can no longer control the bloodline belonging to the murder god Baal in his body.

"I hope your mouth can stay like this."

Seeing that he could not convince the other party to abstain, the war troll decisively retreated a short distance and assumed a posture ready to attack.

Aberdale was even more crisp, and rushed forward without even saying a word of nonsense.

Like all fighters who prefer to use two-handed weapons, his specialty is the classic punch to force his opponent to defend and ensure that he is firmly in control of the fight.

Sadly, the reckless man apparently forgot that this time his opponent was not an ordinary human or any other humanoid race, but a war troll with near-infinite regenerative abilities.

The latter did not choose to parry, block or dodge at all, but turned his head sideways to resist the blow with his shoulder, while grabbing the hilt of his sword with his backhand and making an upward movement.

Not good!

Aberdell, who was in mid-air, instantly sensed that he was careless, and immediately made a standard downward defense.

Next Second......

Clang!

The two two-handed greatswords collided together, bursting with dazzling golden sparks.

Since the strength attributes of both sides of the battle were almost the same, Aberdell, who jumped up, took advantage of a small advantage and forcibly pressed the dangerous serrated sword to the ground.

But just before he could stand on his feet, the War Troll suddenly made a retraction movement, causing his center of gravity to become unstable and take several steps back.

The War Troll seized the opportunity, and instead of wielding his cumbersome two-handed sword, he dragged forward and picked up another punch the size of a punching bag, slamming it into the face of the Son of Baal.

Bang!

With the sharp impact on the nose and near the mouth, Aberdell felt that the time flow of the whole world slowed down, and his body could no longer maintain his feet, and began to move backwards uncontrollably, soar into the air, and then fall heavily to the ground.

In particular, the bridge of the nose that was broken was beaten, and the mixture of blood and snot continued to flow out like a faucet that had opened the floodgates.

You don't need to ask to know that the hero of Sword Bay and the heir of the god of murder, Bar, was stunned by a punch.

After all, most of the battles he had participated in before belonged to the kind of encounters and squad battles where teammates cooperated with each other, and he didn't understand that one-on-one combat in a fair environment was actually very different from adventure.

But war trolls are different.

He has lived in such an environment since he was created.

He started out as a slave gladiator at Dragonspear Castle, but later gained the status of a freeman from the establishment of the West Coast Empire, and went south to Ascatra with his agent to continue his old profession.

As a result, this war troll has mastered a lot of grappling skills against humanoids.

That's why he was the champion of the arena.

You must know that although the arena will also host many gladiators and monster fights, the finale and most popular will always be the battles between the top gladiators and gladiators.

In this regard, Aberdale has clearly suffered a big loss.

However, he was fortunate that the War Troll, in order to please the crowd, and also to make the game more exciting rather than suddenly ending in a matter of seconds, did not choose to rush to mend the knife immediately, and raised his hands in the air and let out a deafening roar, in this way to show his strength and fearlessness.

In the distant stands, Mrs. Lesven, who was about forty years old in a bright red low-cut dress, witnessed her lover's heroic posture of killing all sides, and a flush suddenly appeared on her originally fair face, and the whole person clamped her legs under strong external stimulation and kept making flying kisses.

Several ladies sitting next to her smiled heartily and began to whisper in private whether to wait for the end of today's game to spend a sum of money to invite the champion to the VIP room for a "scuffle".

By the way, let's see if the champion can still be as brave as ever on another "battlefield".

There is no doubt that the West Coast Empire under Zuosi's rule is rising and soaring at an incredible rate, with an unprecedented abundance of goods, goods, and entertainment, and the desires of the wealthy upper-class living in the capital city of Ascatra are also rapidly expanding.

In the past, they actively restrained this desire in order to maintain their rule.

But as participation in politics and privileges are divested little by little, it is inevitable that the wealthy will look to other areas, such as pleasure.

Especially in order not to be on the blacklist to prevent the family from being forcibly split, many people are trying to spend money and control their profits and asset scale.

This has led to the rapid spread of luxury and thrill-seeking.

A game of ladies and gladiators like the one at the moment is only the tip of the iceberg.

The various private clubs scattered in the streets of the city, the various service industries that can satisfy all kinds of XP, as well as the hot sales of sex toy stores and sensitivity-enhancing drugs, all indicate the erosive private lives of the rich.

Of course, all this is the atmosphere that Zuo Si, as the emperor of the empire, secretly encouraged and deliberately created.

On the one hand, it is to allow these people to sink in the sea of desire, constantly becoming more corrupt and depraved, and eventually becoming sinful souls who have reached "excellent" in Bato's hellish quality rating;

On the other hand, it is to promote consumption and employment, to allow money and social wealth to circulate, and to prevent the continuous concentration of wealth in the hands of a few.

Whether it's buying services to vent your desires, or spending sky-high prices on antiques, art, or luxury goods, you must make sure that the rich can spend their money and feel that it is worth it.

The social redistribution of wealth is then achieved by imposing heavy taxes on these industries.

In this regard, Zuo Si can be said to be quite experienced.

The industrial chain of gladiatorial competitions initiated by him and quickly covering the entire empire is naturally a sharp weapon for cutting rich people's leeks.

Especially the upper-class ladies who are accustomed to being polite in daily life and are often snubbed by their husbands, where can they refuse these strong men who exude hormones and wild breath from top to bottom.

As soon as you taste the last time, you will immediately become addicted like a narcotic and willing to spend a lot of money on it.

The shouts of the women at the scene undoubtedly made the war trolls feel unusually excited.

Just as he turned around to perform some more ornate and ornamental combat techniques, Aberdell, who had fallen to the ground, suddenly got up without warning, his eyes flashing a terrifying red light, and threw down his weapon like a beast and pounced.

Because it was so fast and so sudden, the war troll didn't have time to react at all, and the whole person was knocked down on the spot.

Immediately after, he felt a sharp pain in his shoulder.

When he turned his head, he saw that the son of Baal had bitten off a piece of his flesh alive with his teeth and swallowed it like a madman.

The war trolls were completely stunned!

He couldn't help but ask, what the fuck are you a troll or am I a troll?

Isn't this kind of biting at the flesh of an opponent my patent?

It's a pity that the war troll still quickly kicked it away, and when he picked up the sword, he had to cut off one of his hands or legs.

But Aberdell's mind and reason had obviously been dominated by the bloodline power of the God of Murder, and his whole body became extremely flexible on all fours.

When the sawtooth sword swept over, it immediately retreated to dodge the fatal blow, and at the same time, a large number of mysterious and complex symbols began to appear on the surface of the body, as well as sharp bone spurs growing from the joints and spine.

Killer!

All the people or gods present who knew anything about Baal realized what was happening to the young man.

The god of war, Tampas, asked with even more interest, "This is the son of Baal that you are paying attention to?" ”

Zuo Si nodded slightly: "Yes." He's special, isn't he? ”

"It's not just special. I even smelled the divine power of an old friend in him. ”

The goddess of wealth, Waukin, pursed the corners of her mouth and a meaningful expression appeared.

As the only evil god in the whole of Torrell who dares to lay a black hand on the Earth Mother God, Baal's fame is not unresounding.

At least there is a great name in the circle of gods.

Before Shirek, the Prince of Lies, went mad, he was almost the cruelest and most insane god.

In addition to spreading unrest, killing, and death, its church organization has not had even the slightest positive effect on society.

In order to prevent Baal from hitting his head with his ideas, many gods have made targeted defenses.

In particular, the goddess of wealth, Workin, has always hated the destruction of the business order by the god of murder and his believers, and can be said to be an old enemy.

Through Aberdell's performance, she could easily tell that it was the dead Barr who was doing something in the shadows.

"Of the three gods of death who fell in the turbulent year, Bane, the god of tyranny, has been successfully resurrected and easily restored to the level of powerful divine power, shouldn't the remaining two also be brewing to return from the astral plane?"

Tampas, the god of war, raised his head and looked at Zuo Si, and there seemed to be a hint of playfulness in his tone.

Although he often appears as a warrior and a reckless man, he can defeat so many gods of war and become a powerful divine power within this crystal wall, naturally he can't be a fool, and he knows very well the role played by the young brigade mage in front of him.

In particular, the Bann Church has recently announced a redefinition of tyranny and tyranny, directly pressing those city-states and states that advocate so-called freedom and democracy to the ground, and many enlightened monarchies have also experienced a certain degree of cognitive confusion.

Many scholars have begun to divide tyrant and tyranny from derogatory to neutral terms.

Some people in chaotic areas even feel that it would be a good thing if there could be a tyrant to end the chaos and restore order to society.

Although Bane never made it public that Zuo Si was his voter, the close cooperation between the two could be seen by anyone who is not blind.

Many of the Bane Church's priests and dark guards have joined the West Coast Imperial Army, law enforcement agencies, and have become the blades used by the Central Cabinet to suppress rebellions and carry out devastating slaughter against monster races.

The dirty work that the holy warriors who advocate justice and goodness and the priests of good gods are not willing to do, these guys are basically complete.

Zuo Si replied with a smile: "You are too worried. Mirkor, the second god of death, aside, at least I don't have any affection for the murder god Baal, and I will never allow him to complete his resurrection. ”

"I'm relieved to hear you say that. After all, there are enough gods in this world, and there is no need to bring back those losers who have already died. ”

With that, Tampas stood up and disappeared into a streamer.

He was clearly not at all interested in the battle between the Sons of Baal and the War Trolls.

The reason is simple.

The battle was not fair at all, and there was no glory to speak of.

Because no matter how hard the latter tries, the end result will only be failure and death.

A god, even a god who has been dead for several years, is definitely not something that mortals can defeat.

Compared to the God of War, the goddess of wealth Wokin obviously didn't care about fairness or unfairness at all, staring at the two sides in the big arena below, curling the corners of her mouth and teasing in a half-joking tone: "It seems that there are a lot of people who bet on the last champion to win tonight, and I'm afraid they will lose all their money." ”

"It can't be helped, that's what happens when you get involved in gambling. No one can win all the time. If you choose to be a player in this game, you should be prepared to go bankrupt. ”

Zuo Si picked up the cup and took a sip of steaming tea, there was not a trace of sympathy or pity in his black pupils, only coldness without any emotion.

With the rise of gladiatorial competitions and other entertainment such as horse racing, cockfighting, dog fighting, bullfighting, etc., many speculators in the West Coast Empire have become full-time gamblers.

They try to get inside information through a variety of channels and then get the highest return with the least risk.

For these guys, Zuo Si has always been able to pit once, and there is absolutely no softness.

"That's right. After tonight, I think the number of Tymorrah believers will drop by more than half in an instant. Because those who lose money will never donate even a single gold coin to the Lady Luck Church. ”

When he said this, there was a clear hint of schadenfreude in his tone.

After all, with the rise of the gambling industry, it is almost inevitable that the influence of Lady Fortune will increase.

In this regard, there is a certain rivalry between the two goddesses, although it is not vicious.

Zuo Si shrugged his shoulders disapprovingly: "Luck is the most ethereal and difficult power in the world to grasp.

Because of this, the community of Lady Luck believers has always been very unstable, let alone pious.

So I think that her power will be strengthened to a certain extent as the empire prospers, but that's all, there can be no qualitative leap at all.

This goddess is not our enemy and is equally unlikely to be an ally. ”

The goddess of wealth, Wokin, nodded slightly: "I understand what you mean.

At this stage, our main goal is to suppress the Father of the Oak Tree and his theory of the balance of nature.

Ensure that all resources within the empire can be fully mobilized to promote technological advancement and cultivate a sufficient number of arcane magic users to lay the foundation for the next stage of take-off.

Until this plan is completed, there should be no more enemies.

But I'm curious, how do you plan to pull down the powerful divine power that represents the Endless Wilderness from your throne? ”

"Hehe, it's very simple, of course, to redefine the concept of nature, and then support a new god of nature to ascend to the throne."

Zuo Si gave the answer without thinking.

"You mean to make Talona ......"

Workin's eyes lit up instantly, and a shocked expression appeared on his face, as if he understood something.

But before she could finish speaking, Zuo Si gently put a finger on her lips and made a silent motion: "Shhh Don't say it, because this plan is closely related to the son of Baal. I don't want to have too strong opponents in this game. ”

"Okay, I see.

Finally, I wish you can finally get what you want, and at the same time get the goddess with a strong jealousy heart.

You must know that Talona's intentions for you can be clearly felt even by me, an outsider.

If you can't satisfy her, it may become a hassle later. ”

The goddess of fortune left a smile full of infinite reverie, and then disappeared without a trace in a streamer.

Seeing that the two gods had already left, Zuo Si turned his gaze to the nervous faces of Amon and his party at the edge of the arena, touched his chin and muttered, "So how am I going to end up next?" ”

The voice has not fallen!

The two sides, who were still fighting evenly just now, finally had a major change.

Since both the War Trolls and the Killer Aberdell possess powerful regeneration abilities that ordinary people can't imagine, the battle between them becomes very bloody, but it is not one-sided, but rather addictive to the audience.

But all this was injected with some evil and filthy power in the latter's body, and the scales of victory and defeat finally fell to one side.

Seeing that Aberdell, who was growing in size and appearance more and more hideous and terrifying, and was even more numbing than the Abyss Demon, suddenly created several white bone daggers out of thin air around his body, and then manipulated them to shoot at his opponent.

Although the war troll blocked most of them with a serrated sword, the rest still pierced his body and limbs.

One of the legs shrank rapidly and at a rate visible to the naked eye under the dagger's evil power, turning it into a limping cripple.

And the dagger that stabs the body also releases a piercing chill, freezing the surrounding muscles, blood vessels, and internal organs.

Even the troll's near-infinite regeneration power doesn't work.

"Damn! Is this the difference between the sons of God and mortals? ”

The war troll cursed under his breath as he limped back, visibly panicked.

After all, he can become the champion of this region, relying on his powerful regeneration ability that can heal after a period of time, no matter how hard he is hit.

Countless orcs, gnolls, bear goblins, and giants who also possessed no low warrior rank fell at his feet one after another.

But now, a divine power that overrides the ability to regenerate appears out of thin air, giving this guy his first taste of what it was like to be those who died under his own sword in the first place.

The war troll wanted to ask for mercy to save his life, but at this moment, Abdel was obviously out of reason and could not understand any language at all, so he grabbed the other party's shrunken leg and dragged it down with brute force.

Burst!!!!

The crimson blood suddenly scattered and splattered.

Although the spectators in the stands had seen many similar bloody images before, this was the first time that such a situation had been unloaded with bare hands, and there were immediately deafening roars and cheers, and loud encouragement for the son of Barr to continue, preferably by tearing it to shreds with his bare hands.

That thirst for violence and blood, not in the slightest bit because the war troll was the last champion, only became more excited.

The emotions of countless mortals who thirst for death have undoubtedly strengthened the power of the murder god Baal.

In order to sustain this power and feed his resurrection, Barr drove his children to move forward, intending to carry out a highly religious slaughter in public, and then loudly announce the return of the God of Murder.

Just as the war troll closed his eyes and prepared to welcome death, Zuo Si, who had watched the show for a long time, finally made a move.

He obviously wouldn't allow Barr to sow the seeds of faith here, teleporting directly to the center of the arena, and splitting his head and covering his face was an instantaneous powerful and extremely powerful [Bigbay Smashing Palm].

"No !!!!!!!"

Realizing that his good deeds had been interrupted, the god of murder, who had extended his will to Aberdale through the astral plane, immediately let out an angry roar.

It's a pity that if it was alive, this kind of roar might still make Zuo Si feel jealous.

But now he was just a dead god, and the essence and essence of being a god remained in the astral plane, posing no threat at all.

"I'm sorry, but in my script, I don't have a role for you."

After saying this, Zuo Si unceremoniously began to extract the divine power belonging to Baal in the killer's body.

After a while, when the divine power was drained, Aberdale slowly regained his human form.

This sudden change instantly made the audience in the stands scratch their heads, but they didn't dare to make any sound, let alone heckle.

After all, it was the Emperor who did it, the most powerful, the most prestigious, the most prestigious monarch in the entire continent, a dictator who unabashedly openly admitted that he was a tyrant.

The whole state apparatus revolves around this one person.

After confirming that the will belonging to Baal was completely gone, Zuo Si took out some of the Baal divine power he had collected before and injected it into Aberdell's body.

After all this was done, he turned to the already frightened war troll and said, "You lose this game, no problem, right?" ”

"When...... Of course, Your Majesty. ”

The war troll hurriedly nodded vigorously.

He wasn't blind, he could see how the monster that almost tore him alive was firmly pressed to the ground by an invisible force field hand and couldn't move.

Regardless of being an Imperial Monarch, this magical power alone is enough to strike fear into the hearts of most people.

Without any hesitation!

The War Troll climbed up on one leg and loudly announced the outcome of his defeat, putting an end to the evening's gladiatorial show.

Although there are many people who have lost money who are very dissatisfied with this, and even scold, they do not dare to have any objection to this fact, and can only consider themselves unlucky.

But in any case, the fact that the son of Baal was incarnated as a slayer in the Colosseum began to spread as the game ended.

Combined with Zuo Si himself's personal efforts to suppress it, all kinds of rumors and speculations quickly filled the taverns and hotels in the streets and alleys, and became people's after-dinner conversations.

With all the irrelevant personnel leaving, only Aberdell and his party were left in the huge arena.

Looking at those familiar faces, Zuo Si couldn't help but sigh slightly and asked, "Since you have all arrived in Askatra, why don't you come to the Mage Tower to find me directly, but come to this kind of place to participate in the gladiatorial competition?"

Don't you know the state of Aberdale?

He still came to participate in this kind of killing and death competition, which was simply joking with everyone's lives.

If I hadn't happened to be here, I'd have been bleeding in the arena by now. ”

"I ...... We're lost. By the way, how is he doing now? ”

Jahira asked with a concerned expression.

With the death of Grian, she has actually put herself in the role of "mother", wanting to protect and guide the son of Baal on the right path.

It's a pity that Aberdell obviously doesn't think so, but regards this beautiful half-elf as the object of obscenity.

"I've temporarily expelled Barr's consciousness, and I guess there shouldn't be any big problems in the short term, but it's hard to say after a long time." Zuo Si replied half-truthfully.

"What do you mean? Could it be that the god of murder is to be resurrected with the help of Aberdell's body? ”

Jahira's tone was visibly nervous and anxious.

Zuo Si nodded first, then shook his head and explained, "Yes and no."

The main reason for Aberdell's out-of-control situation is that his soul has been torn apart by some evil magic, and his divinity and divine powers have been stripped away.

To put it another way, someone usurped his fate.

And this mutilation of the soul is the key to the awakening of the consciousness of the murder god Baal in his body.

By the way, that ability to transform into a killer is better than to use it sparingly.

Because with the loss of divine power and divinity, he is actually burning his own life by using this power now.

If you use too much, you may suddenly die. ”

"Damn! Turns out that's what the evil mage named Irenikas is trying to capture us! ”

Ammon suddenly realized, and the whole person couldn't help but shudder.

She couldn't imagine what a terrifying and desperate experience it would be if the other party chose not Aberdale but herself.

Jahira couldn't help but continue to ask, "Then how can we regain the lost divinity, divine power, and soul?" ”

"It's easy! Find this mage, then defeat him once and for all and take back everything you lost. ”

Zuo Si straightforwardly gave the only solution.

Through the complete experimental notes that Viconia had brought back, he was well aware of the methods used by Irenikas to seize these powers, as well as the great hidden dangers involved.

From the moment the magical ritual was completed, an interesting connection emerged between Irenikas and Aberdell's soul.

As long as they are close enough, when one defeats the other, there will be a transfer of divine power, divinity, and even life force and magical power between each other.

"How much time do we have?"

The expression on Jahira's face was a little solemn, and even her breathing became very short.

It's not hard to see why, though.

In her eyes, the adopted son of this old friend Glian is almost the only living relative.

"Maybe a few months to half a year.

I just injected Aberdell with a small amount of Baal Divine Power, which can help him hold out a little longer.

Also, I have some news for you from the south about the Sons of Baal.

This is not the place to talk, so let's go back to the Mage Tower first. ”

With the last word blurted out, Zuo Si opened a portal and motioned for everyone to enter.

In this way, the whole team was carried by Minsk, who was the most powerful, to carry Aberdell, who had fallen into a coma, and together they passed through the portal to the interior of the mage tower.

Over the course of the next hour, Zuo Si told the news of the gathering of the sons of Baal in the area of the mountains, and also told the other party some information about the "Five Descendants".

The feeling of suffocation that was about to come made Amon and Sancho, both sons of Baal, nervous.

Although they are not very old, they have already experienced a lot and understand that there is a big invisible hand behind their backs that controls everything.

And the owner of this big hand is the god of murder who is still lying in the astral plane.

Barr is driving his own children to kill each other, offering himself as a sacrifice in exchange for his resurrection.

Also feeling suffocated was Jahira.

For the first time, the member of the Harper's League felt firsthand what it meant for a mere mortal to be caught up in a game laid down by the gods.

Perhaps it won't be long before she, like Garian, Khalid, and Dinah Black, will become an insignificant name on a list of victims.

Only Minsk and his bou felt no pressure at all, instead savoring snacks and drinks from another world.

From time to time, he would raise his head and stick out his thumb, and match the smirk on his face.

Perhaps, as the saying goes, mentally handicapped children have a lot of fun.

When the conversation was over, the exhausted members of the party went to take a shower and find a room to sleep.

Only Sancho, the smartest in the team, did not leave, but said tentatively in an uncertain tone: "Teacher, do you know Irenikas?" ”

"Oh? Why do you ask? ”

Zuo Si raised his head and looked at his apprentice with interest.

"Because Ammon and I didn't suffer any abuse when we were in custody, it's very different from everyone else.

If Irenikas was trying to gain divine power and divinity, Ammon and I would not have been spared.

What's more, even Jahira, Khaled, Minsk, and Dinahi did not escape the fate of becoming test subjects.

But we stayed in the cell all the time, and we had three good meals a day, which is not normal in any way.

So there is only one explanation, and that is that our identity makes Irenikas feel jealous, so that he does not dare to do it easily.

I thought about what Aemond and I have in common, and found that we both have a direct and close relationship with you.

Besides, the dark elf who let us out is suspicious, she can't be your subordinate, right? ”

Sancho simply stated the results of his analysis.

Hearing this, Zuo Si immediately showed a pleased expression and praised: "Yes, there is progress."

I admit that your analysis is pretty much close to the truth.

In fact, I had a deal and a gamble with Irenikas.

Your arrest is part of this gamble. ”

"Gamble?"

Sancho subconsciously frowned.

"I don't understand, didn't you say that Aberdale is the most likely of all the sons of Baal to inherit the Blood Throne?

Then why toss him like this?

And both Jahira's husband and the witch of Minsk's guardian died in the process. ”

Zuo Si patiently responded: "Because this is originally the calamity they were destined to suffer.

Do you think this team would have escaped without my interference?

Believe me, Irenikas will only get worse, and even Aemon will be tortured in unimaginable ways.

So their deaths have no causal relationship with me.

What's more, if Khalid doesn't die, how can Aberdale have a chance to take Jahira?

You know, this is a destined pair. ”

"What do you mean...... Is all this part of the future? You can get a glimpse into the future! ”

Sancho abruptly stood up from his chair, his eyes wide and his face full of shock and disbelief.

"Sort of, albeit a tiny fraction.

Remember, my dear disciple, that from now on the fate of all the sons of Baal will begin to accelerate.

A great chaos, carnage, and death will bind everyone even closer, including you.

If you don't want to be someone else's nourishment, start learning to do whatever it takes.

In this regard, I have found you a good teacher. ”

As he spoke, Zuo Si raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

Syllable!

With a crisp sound, a beautiful and petite figure slowly walked out of the darkness.

"It's you! Are you the Drow priest who released me from prison? ”

Sancho stared at Viconia, who was close at hand, and finally realized that his whereabouts had been under the watchful eye of his teacher from the time he was captured to the time he escaped from the Tower of Durag.

"Hello, Master Sancho, I hope the first meeting didn't leave you with any bad impressions."

With a playful smile on her face, Viconia bowed gracefully.

However, Sancho didn't pay attention to the other party, turned his head to Zuo Si and said, "Teacher, are you sure you want her to be a member of the team?" Jahira had seen her before! ”

"Don't worry, it only takes a small transformation spell like this to cover up the past. Not to mention the fact that there is a lack of a priest in your ranks, and Viconia is just in the position to fill the void. ”

Without saying a word, Zuo Si directly cast a high-level transformation magic, directly turning the dark elf into a moon elf, and even his facial features have undergone some changes.

Not to mention Jahira, even Sancho couldn't connect the beautiful Moon Elf Maiden with the dangerous Drow priest from before.

After this matter was settled, Zuo Si crossed Erlang's legs and said to the disciple in front of him: "In order for you to be fully prepared to face the five descendants with quasi-god strength, I think it is necessary to give you a small test. ”

"Testing?"

Hearing this word, Sancho instantly chuckled in his heart.

Because the last time he tested it, he had a death match with an ogre mage in the secret room, and the Heavenly Spirit Gai was almost opened by the other party's "staff", which was actually a heavy city breaker.

I can't help but feel scared when I think about it now.

"That's right, test.

Underneath an old house in the former docklands of Ascatra lies a sealed half-lich called Congus.

Your mission is to find his golden torso and limbs, open the seal and defeat him.

As a final reminder, the golden torso and limbs are also guarded by two elemental lichs.

So......

You actually need to take out three full liches with a cast level of LV25 or higher.

Isn't it pleasantly surprised and exciting?

Come on, I'm looking forward to seeing what you guys do. ”

After saying this, Zuo Si stood up and patted the boy on the shoulder in encouragement, completely ignoring the latter's pale face and trembling lips.

Kill three Legendary Lich with LV25 or higher?

And there's also a terrifying half-lich?

Sancho only felt that his life was bleak, and it was better to simply commit suicide now.

(End of chapter)