Lord of Glory

Dazzling blood flowed from the wound on his wrist, flowing down his elbow. Ivan didn't pay much attention to the three executives who turned around and ran away. Instead, he turned his palm slightly, letting the blood pour into his palm, and suddenly waved his hand to the executive officer who was leaving. In an instant, the back of the last executive seemed to be pierced by a knife, and a large amount of blood spurted out as if it had found a vent!

The two executives suddenly stopped and turned around. But when he saw his companion, he didn't even have time to scream, and he had already fallen into a pool of blood. "You should leave quickly. The most important thing is to get the news to brother."

Realizing that they were no match for the blood mage, one of the executioners faced his companions with determination. After that, he quickly pulled out the cross sword from his waist and took off the loaded hand crossbow. Without giving his companions a chance to regret, he quickly rushed towards the blood mage! His companion looked excitedly and sadly as he watched his friend die desperately, but held the pendant cross and said softly: "May you rest in peace in the arms of Enos, my friend."

Then, without hesitation, he turned around and jumped onto the banks on both sides, rushing towards the town by the forest very quickly. He very much hoped that he could fight to the death with his companions to resist the heretics. This is the honor and glory he believes in. But in order to completely eradicate these heretics, he must endure the humiliation and survive and bring this news back to his elder brother. Tell him that the dark wizard's lair is deep in the forest. Can't retreat now just because nothing is happening!

Ivan watched quietly as the executive officer fled, completely ignoring the death-defying executive officer who rushed towards him. Just another wave of the hand. The executive who was shouting decisively suddenly stopped uncontrollably and stared at Ivan in front of him with hostile eyes. Just for a moment, the pores on the executive officer's body suddenly burst out with a large amount of blood.

It’s as if all the blood in this human body is being drained out! Feeling that his life was rapidly weakening, the executive stared at Ivan with pride and shouted at the top of his voice: "Inos is with me!" As soon as he finished speaking, the executive turned out to be like a tattered cotton jacket Also collapsed on the ground. He had lost all the blood in his body, and his body was as dry as a piece of paper. But even so, the passionate eyes before death followed his soul into Enos's arms.

Ivan, who looked at the executive officer silently, turned his head quietly. What caught his eye was Rodrian, who had lost his breath and had his eyes closed and his face was deathly pale. The cap of the bottle of medicine thrown to him was opened, but it fell powerlessly on the dirt floor, allowing the medicine to flow into the soil. Ivan walked slowly over, silently lifted Rodrian's body onto his shoulders, and walked step by step towards the depths of the forest, where the Night Owl Meeting was.

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"Eh? Where did Ivan go? Weren't you just waiting for Rodrian to come back at the intersection?" The black dwarf Turfu, who was drinking wine and looking satisfied, suddenly saw Ivan who had disappeared, and couldn't help but subconsciously So asked. He walked up to the counter and asked the idle green-headed devil to bring his wine.

Looking at this thing that only reached his knees, with two horns and flapping fleshy wings, he took the wine and put it on the table. Neville picked up the wine bottle and poured the blood-colored wine into the wine glass. He picked up the wine glass, shook it and said casually: "That blood mage of yours? From the time I came to the Night Owl Club to now, you haven't even said a word. What a weird personality."

"White man, I'm mute. It's not that I don't like to talk. Moreover, blood magic is a very rare and powerful magic. Ivan is a dark wizard worthy of respect." The shopkeeper, who was looking through the history books boredly, said Demon Priest Dori Mi immediately began to criticize Neville for his ignorance. But Neville, who didn't care about blood magic at all, took a sip of wine and said jokingly: "No wonder he went back to learn blood magic. Among so many magics, this is the only self-inflicted magic that does not require chanting spells."

But at this moment, a cry suddenly sounded outside: "Come out and take a look, something happened to the vice president!"

Upon hearing this, several people immediately looked at each other, put down their bottles without hesitation, and hurriedly ran out of the tavern. I saw the elf, Black Knight Vader, Clark, Ulysses, Red Viper and others walking out one after another.

I saw a group of dark wizards surrounding Ivan who was carrying Rodrian. Ulysses, who had the highest prestige among these people, immediately frowned, came over from the work of building the mage tower, stared at the masked Ivan and asked: "What happened? What are you doing with the mask?" There was something vague about it. Uneasy emotions lingered in the hearts of everyone. Ivan followed his words and put Rodrian down on the ground. When they saw Rodrian's miserable condition, everyone immediately screamed uncontrollably.

"What happened! Ivan, tell us!" Ulysses immediately regretted it, because he knew that this Ivan was simply mute and could not describe a thing simply. A dark wizard standing nearby crouched down, dark energy gathering in his hands. Gently touching Rodrian's broken leg, the dark energy in his hand was immediately opened!

The startled dark wizard stood up with a solemn face, rubbed his aching hands, looked at Ulysses and said, "Elder, this was caused by the light spell." Immediately, the solemn expression was contagious. Everyone present. The spell of light means the existence of priests, the Inquisition, and enemies. Touching Rodrian's neck, Ulysses sighed and said, "He is dead."

"May the darkness of Belair nourish you, my friend." Ulysses frowned and looked up at the solemn and frightened crowd. He knew in his heart that this was a very critical event. If they, this Night Owl Association, cannot stop the coming executives, then this Night Owl Association, which was finally formed and has begun to take shape, will collapse on its own. Once the hearts of the people are scattered, once these heretics seeking asylum know that the Night Owl Society cannot provide shelter, then the Night Owl Society will have no value in existence.

Ulysses bowed his head and said to everyone: "I'm going to ask the president for his opinion." Then he walked to the mage tower in the center of the lake. He didn't know the number and strength of potential enemies. Now the only one he could rely on besides himself was that mysterious and powerful existence.

Under the worried eyes of everyone, Ulysses used magic to cross the lake and came to the mage tower. Before he could speak, Abelly, who was lying aside to bask in the sun, immediately arched his body and bared his teeth. Ulysses frowned deeper: "I don't mean to offend, I just want to see your master."

"Abrae, get out of the way." Suddenly, at this moment, a calm murmur came from behind Abele's body, which was larger than the carriage. The former immediately turned around and lay aside with a pitiful expression. The president of the Night Owl Society, Sam Redo, was revealed.

As soon as he saw this white-haired old man, Ulysses suddenly became suspicious. Could that mysterious and powerful existence be this guy? But he didn't feel the pressure from him at all. But at this time, six other silent elders walked out one after another behind Sam Ruido!

In an instant, when these seven people came out, everyone on the other side of the lake, including Ulysses, suddenly felt extremely clearly that their connection with the dark element was beginning to become chaotic! Everyone was shocked immediately! They looked at each other in shock. The look in his eyes was disbelief.

The leader, Samredo, looked at Ulysses in front of him with doubtful eyes, and a voice echoed in his mind: "With seven of them, it's enough."

As soon as he heard this familiar, indistinguishable male and female voice, Ulysses immediately showed a look of relief on his face.