Three Assassins had already been overtaken by Siegel and burned to ashes in the flames. The mage unfurls its wings of black flame ignited by rage and rushes at the fleeing assassin with incredible maneuverability. In the blink of an eye, he grabbed his target, pure fire elemental shot out from his palm, and his flesh and blood could not withstand the scorching heat, leaving only black smoking wreckage between breaths.

The black-clothed Sage silently appeared behind him, holding an obsidian dagger in his hand. Siegel noticed a change in the distribution of the elements after his birth, as if something was blocking the flow of the qi element. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the assassin in black robes enveloping his body, and saw the familiar black dagger. However, he didn't feel the killing intent, and the dice didn't give a hint of what was going to happen in the next five seconds.

Whoever it is, in this cave there are only lackeys of the god of murder and no friends. He knew he didn't have time to twist around, so he flicked his arm and flipped his sword and stabbed it backwards. The sword can reach farther than the dagger, and the enemy can be hit earlier, and the siege is solved. But the black-clothed sage ignored the sword that pierced his heart, and without the slightest trembling of his arm, he stubbornly stabbed the dagger into Siegel's right shoulder.

At least six layers of magical defense spells flashed in turn, including any door that was supposed to teleport Siegel out. But the black-clothed sage used his ability to suppress the effect of the spell, and even used some of the divine power. The light flashed, and the dagger reached the handle.

"Seal: Elemental casting. The black-clothed sage uttered, and then the obsidian dagger emitted a glow that enveloped Siegel inside. The elemental connection to the mage was completely severed, and it was as if he was trapped in an anti-magic force field. The wings of the flames and the flaming swords were all extinguished. The true perception and dark vision in the eyes also do not see the surroundings, and they become hazy again. Siegel only had the most basic swordsmanship and body skills left to mobilize.

He focused his thoughts. Attempts to communicate with the teleportation circle of the Elven Sage. to bring yourself out of this predicament. But the elements did not react. Teleportation is also isolated. He was about to mobilize the energy on the plasma bone to cast a teleportation spell when he was hit in the back of the head by the man in black and passed out.

"Do not pull out the dagger, or you will not be able to contain him. The black-clothed sage slowly drew the sword stuck in his heart. There was actually a few traces of blood on the sword, which made Dorn and the others panic, and they quickly knelt down to plead guilty.

"Your strength is not good, and you need to continue to improve in order to continue to serve the gods. The black-clothed sage said, "It's a pity that there are no warriors like this. ”

"Not before. Soon it will be there. Dorn gave a strange smile: "Using him as a template, you will be able to create a more powerful glue man warrior." ”

"Then the divine power of my lord will not be wasted. The black-clothed sage said, "Shackle his hands and feet, and take off all the things on his body, and you must not take it lightly." ”

"Yes!"

"Let Reece come over and see what the hell this guy is, he can hurt me with a normal weapon. The black-clothed sage said, "I'm afraid his bloodline is a little weird. ”

"This ......" There was a rare hint of fear in Dorne's eyes, but he nodded in agreement.

Siegel's bones were much harder than normal, and the method of converging his skull to stun him had less effect on him, so he woke up when the Assassins searched for his belongings and shackled him.

The pain of the dagger on its back was unbearable, but nothing was more annoying than the constant suppression of elemental energy. The anti-magic force field is a nuisance effect. Considered by mages to be a cowardly spell to escape from reality. Despite the moral disdain for this spell, it is undeniable that it has a very powerful effect in actual combat. Especially priests who don't like magic gods. Often envelops himself in an anti-magic field, then picks up the mace and tries to melee with the mage.

However, the mage has the combat experience of facing the golem, and it is actually the same when dealing with the anti-demon field warriors. However, the situation in front of him was handcuffed and shackled, and his whole body was naked, not even a weapon, not to mention that there were two black-clad assassins and four gum warriors by his side at all times, and Dorne was also at the forefront, reciting praise to the god of murder from time to time. You'll have to figure out the dagger on your back before you can think about your next move, Siegel thought to himself.

He was dragged into a passage in a cave, and the surrounding stone walls were constantly bubbling with cold air like ice. They seemed to go deeper underground, the sloping and twisting passage that seemed to lead to the grave, and he was the corpse to be abandoned.

Then they came to an underground rift, an arched stone bridge spanning a distance of twenty meters, just above the rift. Maybe there used to be a raging underground river, maybe it was a dark cave formed by the tides of the sea, but now there is no water here, only countless wriggling cement monsters gather in the rift.

They come in different colors and shapes and fill the entire rift. Siegel narrowed his eyes, trying to discern the type of mastic monster carefully. It stands to reason that the one wrapped in sand and mud is a stucco monster, the translucent one with green acid is a slime monster, the dark yellow one is thinner than the ochre jelly monster, and the pure black is more like a round slime monster and the black pudding monster.

But in the rift, a plethora of colors mixed together, like a palette stirred by a mad painter. The mud monsters fused and digested each other at a slow pace, and the sound of screams was constantly ringing like a boiling kettle.

It's also a source of cold, with the walls of the rift dripping ice on both sides of the valley, and the humid air passing through it sheds snow and frost, covering the gelatinous monsters in a thick layer. While the cold doesn't do extra damage to gelatins, this gel-like monster never likes cold temperatures.

"Wouldn't it be a hundred times to throw him down from here?" said one of the Assassins, "wouldn't it be a rare sight to let him be slowly digested in the stomach of the gelatinous monster?"

"Then you're in charge of picking up the dagger from underneath and going to Reese the Maniac to make the template. With a cold snort, the priest's words made the Assassin obediently shut his mouth and follow the group with his head bowed.

Siegel hadn't expected to see Dr. Rees in this place, he had thought that this man had died in the Walled Mountains. If the Blood Mage is the main culprit in the awakening of Janet's bloodline, then Reece is also one of the driving forces.

He is still the same as before, but his gray hair is significantly less, and his body is no longer hunched over. After standing up straight, Reese looked like he was eight or nine meters long, and he looked very cramped in the cave. He owned a laboratory that was cluttered with flasks and test materials. There were three corpses lying on each of the three planing beds, and although the stench was terrible, somehow there was still blood dripping from the beds, ** constantly. Lucky enough not to share a bunk with the three bedmen, Siegel was hung from an iron shelf, chains pulling his limbs apart and immobilizing.

Reese's small eyes twinkled with excitement as he looked at Siegel with the eyes of a judgmental cargo. "Strong test subject, what do you want from the Sage this time?"

"Figure out what breed he is and use it as a template. Dorn licked his lips and said respectfully, "Lord Sage instructs not to pull out the dagger behind him, lest you lose control of him." ”

"Haha, I actually used one of the four killing swords, it seems that you stupid people are too poor to let the Sage Lord personally take action, right?" He walked behind Siegel, stared at the handle of the dagger, and then asked himself, "Oh, the ability to cast spells from the elements." Is this a swordsman or a mage, and why is this sealed?"

"That's one of the Sage's problems. With Dorne finished, he prepared to leave.

"Don't be too busy, Dorne, here's a potion for your wife. Reece took a black flask from the shelf and placed it in Dorne's hand. "I've said it many times, but I can't help but think back to your wife's voice at that time, it's really nostalgic. When are you bringing Lily here? I've been mentioning it for a long time. ”

"Soon. Dorn put the bottle away, and kept muttering, "Soon, soon......"

"Well, just remember. Reece waved his hand and let them go like a swarm of flies. When only him and Siegel were left in the room, Reece suddenly turned his head, smiled and said, "Since you've woken up, don't pretend to be asleep." ”

Siegel looked up, and the chain rattled as his body moved. He tried to pull at first, but he couldn't break free with his strength alone, and he didn't want to break free now. "Long time no see, Dr. Reese. ”

"Oh, you've seen me, why don't I have an impression?" he rubbed his hands excitedly, as if he had encountered something funny: "Don't tell me, let me guess who you are?"

"The person who called me a physician must have met me when I was in the service of the Star Royalty. He slammed his fist lightly on the table and said, "You must be some royal guard." ”

"Wrong. Siegel shook his head.

Reese suddenly became annoyed, picked up a knife and walked over and stabbed Siegel in the thigh: "Oh no, I guessed wrong," his voice trembled with anxiety: "How could I be wrong, I must punish myself." ”

"Stick it to yourself, you madman!" Siegel looked down at the wound on his thigh. After the knife was pulled out, there was not much blood, but the pain was unbearable. It seems that he avoided the blood vessels and the vital points, and tortured the prisoners by stabbing the undead, and he did not know that he was the first unlucky man to suffer such abuse.

"Crazy, that is, you don't know that I used to be a madman, then you must have seen me treat people. Could it be some aristocratic sick family? I guessed right this time, right?"

"One more stab, you idiot, you guessed wrong. Siegel took advantage of his approach and spat him on the face.

Reece stabbed twice in a row, both of them bloodless knives of pain. "I'm so nervous again!" he laughed, slicing the sharp edge of his knife across Siegel's cheek. "Your expression is really funny, but it also exposes the fact that this face is fake. Such realistic makeup is really rare, and it is not often seen in the temple of the god of murder. Let me see whose face it is down there. ”

"You're going to be scared, Reese. Siegel said, "You'll see the face of the Avenger. (To be continued.) )

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