MTL - The Amber Sword-v6 Chapter 340 Degenerate

The morning of Baishan was shrouded in mist, and the air was filled with sorrow and coldness, and the lament of lamentation came from afar. The elves picked up the corpses of their companions on the battlefield, and there were low weeping and breaking The loneliness and tranquility under this morning light.

A pair of wise eyes can see the darkness and tricks hidden behind it through the fog. It is these dark eyes, watching the scattered bones on the battlefield silently.

"Dear Her Majesty, let's go back. It's not very safe here. Those crazy elf might rush up and tear us up at any time."

Her Majesty the Queen of Madara was unmoved. She bent down, grabbed a handful of dust from the ground with her snow-white hands, and then released her palm, allowing the gravel to slide from her slender fingers.

"Did you see something?"

"It is indeed the trace of psychic black magic, very clumsy marriage, and I can smell the stench of the aging old guys of the undead sequence from far away," Instaron replied.

"But they don't think so." The queen pointed to the elves in the distance.

Instaron had to shrug.

"Go back," she said.

"Really?" Instaron froze. He glanced at Targus, looking at each other, and saw the doubts in his eyes. The queen is by no means a person who listens to advice. Once she has an opinion, the empire will operate in accordance with her will.

"Things are clear, what are we still doing here?" Her Majesty asked.

"But how can we explain to those crazy tree borers? In their opinion, the undead sequence is with us," Instaron added. "In fact, they are also with the team."

"Don't talk nonsense, follow me."

"Did your Majesty see anything," Targus asked, "The sequence of undead cannot deal with Baishan, let alone they withdraw before we can react. Such organizational ability is not like they should To a certain level. "

"Don't dare to forgive them."

"It is indeed the youngest member of the Lagun family. You are at least a little bit smarter than this guy, Targus," Queen Madara glanced at the one-eyed vampire: "It is the Bugatians, the appearance of psychic spells. Covering deeper secrets, I would like to find out what their purpose is. "

At this moment, she saw someone on the other side of the mist had come in this direction, and then turned and disappeared into the forest. Instaron and Targus looked at each other. "The gang of dead trees in the undead series actually colluded with the Bugatians?" Instaron asked in surprise: "What is the Bugatians trying to figure out?"

"You have to ask Targus about this, his geography and strategy are perfect." The one-eyed vampire replied with a face before turning.

"But I can pin him on the ground and rub it in tactics."

"That's why he is now the commander of the army, and you are just a column leader."

"Some things can't be said so plainly, Targus."

"No."

...

Yinlonggang is burning, the flames of the sky are reflected in the water, and suddenly the disaster-stricken creatures cry in the fire. The whole port is shouting with screams of laughter, screams of despair and the screams of women.

Vladimir was expressionless, and the calm silver iris reflected thousands of centaurs pouring into the port. The wealth gathered in the port over the centuries was instantly tortured, and barbarism replaced civilization, ruthlessly plundering everything from wealth to women to life.

The bodies of the beheaded men piled up into mountains, blood flowed into the river, stained the steps, and poured into the bay, which in turn made the entire port bloody. But Vladimir's exquisite red silk robe was spotless, as if incompatible with the tragic surroundings.

A centaur with a blue tattoo came to him respectfully with a waxy yellow head. He bowed his head deeply. It threw the human head in front of its conqueror according to the centaur tradition, kneeling forward and kneeling forward, raising his hands above his head, and offering a blood-stained silver disc.

Vladimir glanced at the fleshy head, the original owner of the port, who was originally a rich country. He had a powerful army, but dared to refuse his request and hand over the slate of war. Now the whole port is buried for him, and his daughter is now screaming and crying under the centaur's sire. This is the end of the annoyed silver people, those ants who are still hesitating should take good precautions. Although the Bugatians lost the sky, they are still the best people in the world.

He took the disc slowly, and then said: "Your servant is not bad, I use it very smoothly, but this is just the interest we paid for helping you in Baishan, only between us Status is equal, you don't need to expect the silver people to become your slaves like these foolish creatures. "

"They are just vassals of demons, not my slaves," a voice said.

A phantom came out from behind the Centaur chief. She carried her hands on her back and looked exactly like Miss Merchant, with a cold and disdainful smile on her face: "But they can at least let you escape the accountability of the Silver Council. Your city of Taraki and the eye of omniscient have not intervened in matters above the earth. "

"The parliament is not so easy to deceive," Vladimir shook his head. "Not to mention that we shot in Baishan, let alone the things we did in Eruin, and the parliament will find out the truth sooner or later. But I don't plan to hide it forever , I just want to have enough strength to protect myself before breaking with those pedantic guys. "

"You will," Dusk smiled calmly: "You should know that a world is nothing to me. I will promise you a world and let you become its master, no matter how long you can survive, Immortality is fine, but I will take back the world after you die. "

Vladimir played with the silver disc in his hand with his slender and pale fingers, and his discernable disc reflected his grim face, his long cheeks, his cold eyes, his lip and goatee: " Let's talk about the following question. I sent the gray wizards to Eruin, but I still don't understand what you want. "

"Let Erouin mess up and mess up the water. I need you to help me catch some people. That's all."

"Only these?" Vladimir shook his head. "I don't believe your followers can't do it."

"No, they can't. Odin and Gilt started to set up in Eruin very early. I suspect they got the woman's advice. There are many seals on the land, even my men dare not easily. Moving, I buried a **** there a few years ago, but I still can't find a chance to attack it. "

Twilight eyes flashed with danger and hatred.

"Also, there is a tricky character out there. Don't take it lightly, Vladimir, he will be a difficult opponent."

"You mean Count Tonigger, who has just come up. I didn't expect that you would think so much of a mortal."

"He's not mortal, Vladimir. If you think of it this way, you will suffer a lot."

Vladimir didn't mind it and nodded lightly.

"Well, since this is the content of the transaction, then I will do it. I will let the Rosa del Witch go to Eruin in person. He is the best of us who is good at deceiving and making a small country chaotic. It's just a small matter for him to get up. He won't miss it. If one of the twelve wizard leaders would miss a single Eruin, the Bugatians wouldn't have where they are today. "

"I hope so."

He took a deep look at dusk before his body gradually disappeared into the air.

A moment after she left, the centaur in front of Vladimir disintegrated. Eyes, hair, epidermis, muscles and internal organs rolled down like melted wax, exposing the pale skeleton below, and finally even the skeleton collapsed. Opened and turned into fragments.

During the whole process, the Master never blinked.

...

Dilferi carefully rubbed his steps forward, rubbing against the rough stone wall in the dark. The attendant behind him tried to raise the torch several times, but she refused.

This dark and spooky basement hides the deepest shadow of the Count of Yanbao. This is the black prison of Yanbao. She is familiar with every inch of land here. Whenever she is immersed in the darkness, she can't help but recall those studies. With the use of demonic spells. The dark magic devoured her flesh and soul, and the screams from the deepest part of **** seemed to linger in her ears, and she was almost reduced to a demon sacrifice several times, and her best childhood playmate was also killed. In a spell experiment.

So far, she dare not recall the **** scene, the snow-white corpses scattered in the dark room, the unwilling eyes, piercing the bottom of her heart like the tip of a knife.

But revenge tormented her heart like a flame. Only in this way, only by betraying his soul can he regain his father's business and save his father.

Suddenly she stopped in front of a cell. There was a slight metal chain in the darkness.

At that moment, the moonlight just passed through the iron railing of the skylight above the black prison, and the pale light spot fell on Dilfery's face. After a long and lasting quarter of an hour, only a faint and incredible sound came from the darkness. :

"Dilferi, is it you? They arrested you too?"

"It's me, my father. I'm back."

A pale-haired old man groped and slowly moved from the end of the prison to his daughter. Dilfery remembered how he looked when he saw his father last time, and he was very handsome and extraordinary. The young man, however, was just a four-year prison life, which destroyed all his energy and body.

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