One-eyed is one of the terrible demons who are born with a cripple, and it is impossible to imagine how the loss of an eye can stand on the bloody battlefield and fight hard, the danger caused by this abominable defect is too alarming and irreparable.

One-eyed mage.

In any of the magic guilds on the Eternal Continent, this mutilated sage would be considered a 'broken magic scepter' or a 'magic book that forgets spells', as there is an intriguing precept in the classic wisdom of all magicians, the Kebir Magic Quotes.

'Open and close your eyes and look down on this foolish world, the wise are born'

Perhaps the concept of the one-eyed is regarded as an ominous sign of the Flood in the Church of Light, or it may be that the 'one-eyed' touches on some of the unspeakable taboos of several magical relics in the magic guilds of the four empires, and in short, most of the mages with disabilities will give up the path of wisdom in desperation, but in the chaotic capital, the 'one-eyed mage' represents a 'twisted and wise' who is admired by the wicked.

The mutilated facial features even made his magic robe look a lot tattered, like a piece of tattered cloth made from scratch, black and gray and other dark tones distorted and intertwined, combined with the vicissitudes of a tragic oil painting, this one-eyed mage is like a few strands of fire in a kerosene lamp that is about to burn out, and he is not even sure if he will suddenly step into the arms of the god of death in the next second.

And in the face of the disabled people who are about to step into the grave with one foot, the knight with broken arms and the necromancer are rarely quiet, and the pride of the strong man in their hearts seems to have been wiped out in an instant by the only remaining cloudy eye of this person, indeed, there is no eternal king in the chaotic capital except for the black castle, even if it is as strong as a necromancer with a blood-colored eye, he has to bow his noble head in front of a greater force.

The silver-robed old man from the Lost Lands Hotel seems to prefer a good conversation to a silent one, especially when he suddenly finds a wave as different as himself in the middle of nowhere.

"I have seen you in the glory days of the City of Chaos. ”

The silver-robed old man took a puff of his cigarette, and the smoke he slowly exhaled seemed to carry a contemplative thought, and he suddenly changed his words, and said:

"No, I've seen you the first time I set foot in the City of Chaos, and you seem to have a high status in this filthy land, like the cardinal of the Cathedral of Light in the Northwest, or the seven arbiters of the Dark Council. ”

The one-eyed mage nodded, admitting that the black castle standing behind him seemed to have heard his pious prayers, and had stopped the trend of continuing to crumble, but this was also a remedy, the scattered Gothic spikes seemed to have lost their original style, and now they were scattered all over the place, and the shocking sharp spikes had never been able to regain their former sin glory.

The blackened Canaan wood swayed, and Li Laifu felt that the atmosphere around him was even more secretive, and the necromancer, who had landed on the ground quietly and had been quietly listening to the conversation, suddenly became anxious and uneasy, as if a certain word of the silver-robed old man had touched something that he had been longing for in his heart.

That thing was called ** by the bards, and in the obscure tones of those in power on the continent it was called 'Devil's Summoning'

The arbitrator of the Dark Council, also known as the 'Beacon of the Dark Ocean', is a supreme black right, basically in the Eternal Continent it is difficult to get a glimpse of a trace of light in the dark forces, the arbitrator wears the 'Seven Deadly Sins' heretical coat of arms on his chest means the supreme admonition of the black forces, its solemn and sacred rights are similar to the "Apocalypse of Light" that was worshipped as a god by the major bishops, can you still get this supreme glory in the chaotic capital?

It is impossible, not even the king, to make the wicked people bow down willingly, and the exiles are desperate to follow, and perhaps one night you will be replaced by one of them, knowing that the fork in the road between heaven and hell is often guided by a shabby plank, and it just so happens that the necromancer who has received the glory of the Scarlet Eye in the City of Chaos is one of the exiles who has gone the wrong way.

"Who the hell is this crippled? ”

The necromancer grimaced, and the knight with the severed arm turned a blind eye to his inquiring gaze, the most important thing at this moment was not to dwell on the origin of a mage who had lost the right to open his eyes and escape ignorance, no one knew how many vicious evils were hidden in the darkness, and no one knew if there would be more powerful exiles who would quietly manipulate the next great riot in the chaotic capital.

In fact, the exiles who dared to appear on the bright side and tried their best to find a sacrifice that could be sacrificed for the collapse of the Black Castle still have a ridiculous conscience, and of course this is only compared to the other exiles who are seeking terrible benefits at the moment.

The one-eyed mage stared at Li Laifu with the only remaining eye, and at that moment he foreshadowed a terrifying destructive power, and the originator of this power did not hide any breath, and actually stood calmly opposite him all the time, this kind of courage made him feel a little chill as the first generation of natives in the chaotic city.

What kind of training has it been to dare to be so silent?

"Have you ever entered the Black Castle, I smell a lot of nostalgia in you, by the way, have you ever seen a mage with a blood-colored scythe. ”

The one-eyed mage's abrupt inquiry caught everyone off guard, and his lonely eyes looked directly at Li Laifu, with a hint of indescribable and inexplicable excitement.

The silver-robed old man spit out a cloud of smoke with deep meaning, and slowly walked to Li Laifu's side, his shocking blood-colored eyes looked at the sky from afar, stunned.

It's just a silent deterrent.

Not afraid of that terrifying gaze at all, Li Laifu glanced at the necromancer who was trembling like chaff, shook his head inexplicably, and then sat down cross-legged, his eyes were as light as water, and his eyes were quite a bit of the confident demeanor of the ancients in his previous life when they talked about the scriptures and Taoism, he looked at the one-eyed mage, looked at the silver-robed old man, and looked at this black land.

The cyan spatial ring flickered, and a yellowed ancient book appeared in his hand, and the deep pupils that adorned the book cover were even more eerie than the blood-colored eyes on the necromancer's robes.

Rampant moves, serious expressions.

The stupidity to dare to recite a magical book in front of the older generation of exiles in the chaotic capital is almost a fool that even the younger generation of royalty and aristocrats of the Ottoman Empire can hardly handle.

"Nope. ”

Turning the first page, someone suddenly sensed that the five magical elements in the chaotic capital all faintly tended to gather like a point.

"Moreover, it is recorded in the Book of Apocalypse of Light that there will always be only one guy with a blood-colored scythe, the god of death who controls the survival of mankind and laughs and comes from the abyss of hell. ”

Li Laifu muttered softly, his dark pupils looked mysterious and bright in the rain, but his frowning brows made anyone who saw it feel uneasy, the sea of wisdom and ignorance, this deep ocean always made him longing and entangled.

The one-eyed mage nodded silently, looking at Li Laifu who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, as if he had been vaguely touched by something, and his voice eased a lot.

"One of the original kings of the City of Chaos, a survivor of 'mourning'. ”

"The kingdom of Tustin at the southern tip of the continent, from the survivors of the Max family. ”

Li Laifu was-for-tat, keeping a smiling countenance all the time, unconsciously chilling the heart of the necromancer who was about to devour him alive.

But the founder of the Black Glory didn't seem to give up the idea of killing, and a dark green light suddenly shone around him, and a staff as bright as a magic crystal appeared, held in the palm of his old hand.

Somewhat unusual, the tip of this staff is not a magic crystal that symbolizes wisdom and strength, but a skull with three cracks.

"The Black Castle needs to be honored, you know that. ”

Except for the knight with the broken arm, no one agreed with the necromancer's words, but he didn't look embarrassed at all, and the blood-colored eyes on his magic robe began to bloom with esoteric light.

"Skull, alas. ”

Li Laifu sighed in dismay, a hint of an unpredictable smile hung on the corner of his mouth, he looked at the silver-robed old man, of course, more eyes still stayed on the black pipe, as one of the current kings of the chaotic city, Li Laifu believed that he would not just come over to enjoy the gladiatorial drama.

"Call on your former followers, down-and-out mages who have been dealing with corpses all day long, and if you want to destroy the Lost Lands, you can try to recruit a few more exiles, and by the way, at least one of them is the first generation of the City of Chaos. ”

The silver-robed old man slowly turned around and walked away, occasionally looking back at Li Laifu, who had been following him with his head held high, and unconsciously showed a satisfied smile.

Li Laifu also reciprocated with a gentle smile.

'A true nobleman will borrow any power, even if it doesn't belong to you'

This is not the ancestral motto of the Max family, but an inscription on an ancient statue on the central street of Tustin.