"You're at a clear disadvantage right now, Mr. Black. Siegel said, "Seven of your companions have fallen, and the two of us are standing in front of you in almost perfect condition, not much different from when we started the battle. There's my magic circle above your head, and it's going to be a long time before the magic enhancements on both of us wear off. ”

The man in black interrupted the mage, "I'm not like them. ”

Siegel shook his index finger in front of him, "With the distance between us now, I can teleport away with my companion before you can threaten us." Can you stop my teleportation spell?"

"If not, why should I bother?" said the man in black, "Lord Siegel, I actually have an easier way to keep you. Let's put it this way, if you leave, I'll start assassinating the people on top of everyone's heads one by one. ”

Siegel narrowed his eyes, this dangerous assassin could not be left behind, it had to be eliminated.

"But don't worry, we don't bother to do that. The man in black straightened up, his arms hanging down naturally, as if relaxing the muscles of his body. "Assassinating you is a challenging thing to do, satisfying the great gods in terms of both strength and cunning. And you're never on the verge of hiding your whereabouts, and you're never afraid of a challenge, so it's easy to find you, and there's no need to massacre civilians. We believe in the god of murder, not tyranny. ”

After saying these words, he loosened his hands, threw away the dagger, and unveiled his mask. The face of the troubadour Arrell Carlindo appeared before the mage. His face was expressionless, and the muscles on his face seemed to have stiffened, no longer the playful appearance of the past.

"It's been a long time. Siegel Squid. He said, "You got my black warning, didn't you?"

"Sure enough, it's you. How long have you been following us?" Siegel didn't relax a bit. The body was still tense.

Like a stiff wood carving, Arriel stood on the opposite side without moving, only his lips opening and closing up and down: "As you noticed from the moment you entered the starting outpost, I was at the back of the greeting procession, hidden in the crowd of onlookers. It's just that your attention is on the knights, where will you look at the people behind them?"

"Don't talk nonsense, if an assassin is determined to hide, how can an unprepared mage find out?" Siegel snorted, "Ariel. You know I'm a man who keeps my promises, and I do what I say. I'll give you a chance, surrender, tell me everything you know, and I'll keep you alive. ”

Arriel shook his head firmly, his voice not trembling at all. He said, "You saved me twice, and I owe you two lives." The black warning paid you back once, and there was another. ”

"Wait!" Siegel waved his hand: "The time I was barely counted as helping you in the prairie was delayed, and what was the other time? ”

"When the red dragon appeared, the camp was in chaos. The guards were burned, and the cage was half burned. So I seized the opportunity to run away. You attack the red dragon and draw its eye. If I had been two seconds too late, I would have been caught up by the dragon's breath and drowned in the flames. So you didn't know it, but you did save me again. "It is a very important thing to kill you," said Ariel, "but if I do not pay back these two lives, I will not be pure, and I will not be completely reborn from the god of murder." ”

"Then you'd better keep it and don't pay it back, just mess it up. It was Evan who said this, his hand holding his sword unshaking, and his heart less excited about the battle - but that didn't mean he had let his guard down.

"I insisted on getting it back. You're high on the list of people worth assassinating, and you've been at the top of lists worth wooing and digging into. I have to say that your performance in the Elven War is very satisfying to the Great God, and the skill, timing, and ability to control the situation are very much in line with our philosophy. Some people offered to approach you, but Weishen personally vetoed the proposal and crossed you off the development list. It's a pity that you don't have the opportunity to listen to the teachings of the great God. ”

"I have to thank him for this. "Does the god of murder want to assert his existence by killing in the New World?" Seegal said, "Don't you know that the elves are guarded by the moon god and that he has taken action against the crimes you have committed in the Elven Forest." ”

"Let them plot and hunt us down in hatred, and we will be stronger. Arriel finally had an expression, and a confident smile hung on the corner of his mouth: "At this moment, I can still feel the power of the great god is constantly improving, climbing higher and higher. ”

"You didn't have any after-effects from the Red Dragon's attack, did you? Siegel snorted coldly: "After the war is over, where did the god of murder get so much power of faith? Yariel, you have been deceived by your god! Wake up quickly!"

Ariel put away his smile and spat viciously on the ground, "Shut up, ignorant squid, your knowledge and spells are meaningless in the realm of divine power. You live in your own illusion and have no idea what's going on in the real world! You love the elves, but they are at war against you, just as you are treacherous to Waterdeep. Oh, don't say you don't feel it, don't you have in the deepest part of your heart the dwarves at the top of Mora? you don't hear the wails from the depths of the earth?grief, pain, these are just by-products, but a second planned genocide is what my Lord wants to see the most. You live in a book, where there is only a perfect story and simple characters, which is much easier than a complex and gorgeous reality!"

Siegel heard about the genocide, could it be that the dwarves were dying in large numbers? no, it shouldn't be like that. The dwarves have their race god, the mighty forger Moradin, and under his protection there is no such danger as genocide. The most likely, but most unreasonable, conjecture is that the dwarves are systematically exterminating others. Would they do such a murderous thing?

Siegel was reluctant to admit it, but deep down he couldn't completely deny the possibility. The elven war is over, and the dwarves still haven't reopened the gate to Mora's Peak, what are they doing inside? The information from all over the world does not involve the risk of dwarves, and even the dwarven kingdoms in the Old World are calm as usual, and have always maintained contact with the surrounding countries.

By the way, just now Arriel also mentioned the "second" genocide. So what was the first time? No matter what race or organization has ever recorded in the history of genocide, only some groups of organisms have become very small in number and are in danger of extinction, but these should be the things that Mother Earth is worried about, and it is obviously not enough to increase the power of the God of Murder. Since there is no history, the only possibility is that no one has recorded it, and Siegel happens to know one thing like this: the demise of the "writers".

But shouldn't that be the result of the Wall of Storms, and how could it be related to the God of Murder?" Siegel continued to ask, only to be met with a merciless sneer from Ariel.

"You want to know this, you want to know that, why are you asking me? am I the god of knowledge and magic?" Arriel moved his neck, then his shoulders, then his wrists. Two short swords drew circles in front of him and behind him, cold light flickering. west

Siegel was more observant, and noticed that Ariel's fingers were making complex gestures, similar to spell casting, but with a hint of religious ritual.

"Looks like you're about to break your promise, Ariel, why haven't you paid back those two lives you owe me?"

"As long as you don't teleport away, it will only take me half a minute to kill you. But the person next to you is tricky and will stretch the time to about two minutes. Jarrell said, "I didn't do anything when you first came out of it, and what I just said to you for more than two minutes was to give you a second life." ”

"It turned out to be a madman. Evan said: "I can also say that it only takes three seconds to kill you, just let you live, I have already given you a hundred lives, why didn't you pay it back?"

"It's a gamble, a moment for us to show determination and strength to the Great God. Arriel said, "If I don't kill you, I have only two minutes to live." ”

Siegel saw that Arriel continued to make covert gestures, and he must have planned something. To be on the safe side, Siegel reached out and stopped Evan who was about to charge, giving him a look. Evan was puzzled, but he trusted the mage's arrangement and gave up on his plan to strike first for the time being.

Siegel pointed to the corpse of the man in black on the ground, "It's funny, is it the same for them?

"They don't deserve it. Arriel began to move his waist and legs, and looked at the two adventurers like hungry jackals. "It's a pity that you didn't rush up just now, otherwise the power given by the great god would have been even stronger. But it doesn't matter, I'm enough to destroy you!"

"Not necessarily. Siegel smiled slightly and took out the crossbow arrow magazine from the space bag. This one was much larger than the one sold by Heim Collar, and contained thirty plasma bolts. Such a large ammo magazine has affected the user's feel, resulting in the crossbow being used only with both hands. Siegel calmly swapped into the ammo and began to chant the incantation.

A smile crossed Ariel's face. He made a vow, pledged his life, and prayed to the god of murder for the blessing of strength. If someone interferes with the process before the blessing is complete, the God of Murder will block the interference and double its power if provoked.

But Siegel just summoned a spell ball, floating lightly behind him. Then he continued to chant the incantation, not stopping for a second.

The blessing ceremony is over, and there are only two minutes left.

Jarrell moved. Evan greeted him at about the same time.

The two men collided together, and Evan stabbed four swords in an instant. Arriel struggled to block with two short swords, barely able to defend against the onslaught. Wave after wave of force emanating from the "bonfire" caused Arriel to stumble backwards. Evan took advantage of the situation and tried to hook the enemy. But he suddenly realized that his and Ariel's ankles were glued together.

The assassin's black cloak clings to his body, but turns viscous under the eerie power of the god of murder. Arriel seemed to have lost layers of skin, muscles, and bones, and his entire body became one, like a mud-shaped monster. Evan's body was being captured by the black slime and began to wrap around slowly.

Ariel's body snapped back to erection like a spring, and the two short swords attacked at an even faster speed. (To be continued.) )