dark wizard

() The death row camp in the southern part of the Alpha Empire has a regular imperial regiment called the ‘Empire Death Guards’.

But everyone knows that coming to the death row camp is equivalent to entering the execution ground, and death is only a matter of time, because the combat mission they perform is to constantly harass the spiritual master troops of the Bolton Federation opposite.

The Northern Front Spiritual Masters of the Bolton Federation are a regular legion composed of spiritual masters. Their combat power can be imagined. If a group of ordinary people are allowed to fight against regular spiritual masters, one out of ten can often be killed, which is a remarkable result.

Already.

But the Alpha Empire is still enjoying it.

The death row camps are composed of death row prisoners, refugees and abandoned sons of many families. These people are of no use to the empire. Using their lives to kill the enemy's spiritual masters, even if hundreds of them are killed, it will be a huge profit.

But the Bolton Federation regards the battlefield as a training ground for its own low-level spiritual masters. There are no powerful spiritual masters on the opposite side, but there are only some civilians who know some small magic. Such opponents are difficult to find. Let their own spiritual masters meet them.

Blood' can also improve their survival rate in real battles.

The strange tacit understanding between the two parties has allowed the death row camp to exist for more than 20 years.

Over the past twenty years or so, countless batches of blood have been shed in the death row camp. During this period, only a few people were able to escape. Most of them were killed in the ensuing pursuit. Only those who truly survived the pursuit

Very few, and even if there are, their names are unknown.

But everyone in the camp knows that escaping is a dead end, because in the past two years, the person sent by the empire to supervise the death row camp is Smicer, a spiritual master with a royal title from the empire!

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War spiritualists are also divided into levels.

This kind of hierarchical division is not a distinction between cultivation levels, but a kind of canonization similar to official positions. The purpose of canonization is naturally to distinguish the strength of spiritual masters. Various countries on the mainland generally divide spiritual masters into several levels: spiritual masters, earth masters, and spiritual masters.

Spiritual master, spiritual master and heavenly spiritual master.

In terms of strength, the spiritual master is only the lowest stage. The earth spiritual master is equivalent to the captain of the spiritual master army, while the spiritual master can already serve as the highest commander of the spiritual master army.

The Celestial Spirit Masters are all powerful, and there are only seventeen Celestial Spirit Masters registered in the entire Alpha Empire. They are more of a deterrent to the outside world and will not easily participate in the battle.

There is a strong spiritual master who is in charge. Those people in the death row camp who are not even spiritual masters have a dead end if they want to escape. Therefore, no one in the camp has dared to escape in the past two years.

There is no discipline inside the death row camp. No one cares about killings and fights here. As long as they don't escape, the spiritual masters who guard the death row camp will not care what happens. In their view, these people have no value in living.

It would be better if they all died soon.

Under such an environment, one can imagine the chaos inside the death row camp.

Now, in the camp with thousands of people, two forces have gradually formed.

One is a group of desperadoes led by the one-eyed dragon Cormier, most of whom are death row inmates sent from prison; the other is a group of abandoned nobles led by Ai Jin. The number of abandoned nobles is small, but these people are all...

With one or two surgical techniques, it would be difficult for Cormier's men to win in one-on-one situations.

When Aijin was sent to the death row camp, Cormier was the king of the death row camp, and no one dared to go against his will. But he didn’t expect that Aijin’s strength was comparable to that of ordinary spiritual masters. On the night he arrived at the camp, he killed two people by himself.

The powerful water spells of more than a dozen Cormier's men shocked everyone in the camp. After that, Amy led a group of aristocratic outcasts and became another major force in the death row camp.

In the beginning, there were frequent fights between the two sides, but in the end no one took advantage. As a result, both sides agreed to have a gambling battle every morning, which became the fun of everyone in the death row camp.

Cormier is cruel. As long as the guys he sends on the field lose, there is only one result - death. However, if Akin's men lose, most of them will be killed by Cormier's men on the spot, but if they can escape, nothing will happen.

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Naturally, many people are willing to follow Ai Jin.

It's a pity that Ai Jin has a very strong view of blood. If a commoner who is not a descendant of a spiritual master family or has no aristocratic blood wants to join, there is almost no hope.

Apart from the two forces, there are some neutral groups, and Leo is the leader among them. Leo stayed in the death row camp for two years. He knew almost everyone in the camp and saved many people on the battlefield.

Coupled with his powerful physical skills, no one would mess with Leo innocently.

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There is no need for any training in the death row camp.

Just after breakfast, Lin Qi wanted to go back to his tent to continue practicing the Blood Spirit Technique. After only a few nights of practice, his spiritual power nearly tripled, which was even higher than what he had practiced in previous years.

Out a lot.

Comparing him with slightly qualified spiritual masters, his speed is more than twenty times that of these people.

But this was not enough, and did not meet Lynch's expectations at all.

Although the blood spirit technique is good, the qualifications of this body are really poor. At this speed, even if he is given a month, he will only be equivalent to the level of an ordinary spiritual master, which is only equivalent to the level of little fat Vincent.

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This is not enough to protect himself, what's more, his body is extremely weak. Even if he reaches that level after practicing for a month, he will not be able to release dark spells and will have no power to protect himself.

He was secretly anxious.

The death row camp was extremely noisy during the day. After breakfast, the open space in the middle of the camp was filled with people. There were all kinds of shouts and shouts. Lin Qi could only stop practicing, walked out of the tent and went outside the camp.

It is the two forces of Akin and Cormier who are gambling.

This is my daily morning routine.

In the days when there is no fighting, this is also the fun of many people in the camp. Sometimes the battle is fierce, and even some imperial spiritual masters who guard the camp will occasionally come to gamble.

At this time, the court was already full of people. Lynch didn't want to cause trouble, so he just wandered around the outside.

Soon, a thick and loud voice sounded, letting everyone know the result, "Miller, you are such a useless guy, you made me lose nine copper coins!" This is the one-eyed dragon Cormier, the first person to come to the camp.

God, he remembered this voice, and Leo told him that this guy must not be messed with.

It seems that he lost the bet.

"Please, please spare me, please..." The sound of teeth leaking followed closely.

"Please the hell!"

After a burst of chaos, there was a burst of exclamations and cheers, and another unlucky guy died. This kind of thing can be seen almost every day. If he had the power, Lynch would even have the guts to make these cheering people go away.

The urge to become a member of his skeleton army.

Most of them are just zombies.

Fear, helplessness, and waiting for the invasion of death have made them lose themselves. They have completely lost themselves and become puppets of survival.

After the gambling fight ended, the crowd dispersed and walked away. Lin Qi took a look from a distance and saw the unlucky guy just now.

Hossenbsen.

Lynch knew about him. When he first came to the camp, Hossenbsen bullied Lynch and asked him to squat down and lick his toes. Fortunately, Leo brought Vincent to see the new member of his team.

Indirectly saved him.

At this time, Hossenbsen looked very miserable.

He lost the fight to Ai Jin's men and had one of his legs burned off. After finally crawling back, he was punched by Cormier and his brains exploded.

Lin Qi pursed his lips and smiled, "You're lucky!"

Unless this guy dies, Lynch will come back with revenge sooner or later. Even if he can't use dark elemental spells, he knows many ways to torture people through witchcraft.

Dark witchcraft tortures people, but he has never tried it.

That would definitely be much more miserable than dying directly.

In the Dark Temple, Lynch saw a priest who was good at witchcraft interrogating prisoners. The guy's wails lasted for three whole days. It is said that he tore off all the flesh of his left arm with his right fingers, leaving only two bones.

And he is not dead yet, he is still alive and well.

Just thinking about it makes me feel irritated.

"I seem to have become a lot kinder?" Lynch suddenly felt this way.

In his previous life, he had regarded weak people as ants, but now he sympathized with a former prisoner. He shook his head with a wry smile and was about to return to the tent to continue practicing.

At this moment, an arm pulled his sleeve.

"Tsk tsk..."

"Oh, haha, come and see, there is a baby here!"

A shout attracted the attention of the crowd. Lynch looked at the guy holding him, not knowing what he was going to do.

The man obviously mistook Lin Qi's expression as fear or sympathy. He held Lin Qi with one hand, pointed at him with the other, laughed and showed off to the people who gathered around him again: "Look, he is scared. Hey,

Look, he looks really fair and looks like a woman. Hehe, hehe..."

As the man spoke, everyone around him consciously moved out of the way, leaving only Lynch alone.

Others began to point at Lynch, "That's the new guy who came last week. I've met him."

"How did such a timid guy survive?"

"It was Leo who dragged him off the battlefield. He is really lucky to meet Leo."

"He was unlucky and was caught by Hobbes..."

Lin Qi stood there with a faint smile, but his eyes revealed a hint of coldness. In his eyes, this guy who was still holding his arm was already a dead man.

There is no military law or discipline in the death row camp. Here, as long as you have the ability, even if you kill more than half of the camp, no one dares to care. The guarding spiritual masters may be happy to see this result, which represents their work

More relaxed.

But here, being the center of attention only means two outcomes: either you have the strength to kill your opponent, or you die.

These desperadoes with no future have nowhere to vent their energy during the day, and fighting has become their only pleasure.

"Ha, are you angry? Are you angry?"

Hobbes didn't notice the coldness in the eyes of the boy in front of him at all, and maybe he noticed that he would regard it as the prayer of a weakling. He walked around Lynch, constantly looking up and down, his eyes shining, "You are new here

Guy? Tsk, you are really fair and pleasing to the eye. If you come over to stay with me at night from today on, I will let you go, what do you think?"

"hehe!"

Lin Qi smiled lightly, pointed at the miserable corpse next to him, and said, "Maybe he is also interested in you, and you happen to be a couple."

"Your jokes are very humorous." Hobbes didn't care at all what Lynch said. He raised his fingers provocatively and said with a smile: "Oh? Baby, do you want to have a warrior's duel with me?"

People around him also responded.

"Hahaha, newbie, what an interesting duel!"

"Kill him quickly. I hate pretty boys the most. This guy must be a useless waste!"

One of them shouted with a loud voice: "Hobbes, don't be too harsh. He will be waiting for the brothers at night..." Lynch glanced coldly in that direction and remembered the speaker's appearance.

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There was still a smile on his face, but his eyes were shivering.

Even if he loses his past strength, he is not someone who can be provoked by a weakling who is lucky enough to survive until now. Anyone who wants to trample on his majesty will only have one final way out---

That is death!

But in the eyes of a dark priest, death is not the most terrifying thing.

It would be more interesting to make a person's life worse than death.

Death is only the end, but the process is the most important. Just now he was upset about sympathizing with a prisoner who had lived for three thousand years, but now he had the opportunity to prove his mettle.

Lin Qixu squinted his eyes, sneered, took two steps back, and raised his hand towards Hobbes, "It's really an interesting duel, let's begin."

Hobbes was surprised and doubtful.

Looking at the calm demeanor of the boy in front of him, he didn't look like he was angry just now. Being able to hang out in the death row camp for so long, Hobbs relied on more than just his strength. In the camp, his strength was only average, and more importantly, his vision.

, who can be provoked and who cannot be provoked, Hobbes saw this very clearly, only those who know how to advance and retreat can live longer.

He secretly regretted his recklessness.

But it was too late now. Half the people in the camp were watching. If he flinched, he would definitely not survive the night. If he embarrassed Cormier, he would die even worse.

Thinking about Cormier's methods, Hobbes couldn't help but shuddered all over.