The Descendants of Wudang In Another World

481 Legacy

Siguma temporarily stayed in Saddam's house and lived a happy life. I usually practice mental power, ask the dark elf Drizzt who comes to visit from time to time about sword skills, read the book when I am free, and learn the words of the devil. Thinking of the mercenary time not long ago, and thinking about the leisure at this moment, he felt like he had lived in two different worlds.

The only thing that feels a little uncomfortable is that beauty, Anya. After knowing that she was a black dragon that had lived for a long, long time, Siguma felt that her facial nerves were a little out of her control. The dragons that can transform into *humanoids are all ridiculously strong. Besides, the other party is still a beauty.

There is a saying in the mercenary world to describe the dragon knight: people ride dragons during the day and drag dragons at night.

This kind of talk is very vulgar and can't make it on the stage, but it can express their deep envy and envy of these mercenaries for those dragoons who can get dragons of the opposite sex.

Siguma has been growing up in the mercenary world, and he is doomed to not have a good sense of thought and composition. He secretly thought about these thoughts with a little jealousy, but overall he is still very loyal and virtuous. Affectionate people know that they shouldn't have these thoughts, so they are thinking about leaving Saddam's home and looking for a job outside to support themselves. It is always not a way to leave them behind.

Just when he was about to say goodbye to Saddam, the necromancer, the pale lord, came to him.

After spending a few days with the Death Mage, Sigumar already knew how to distinguish the other's mood. For example, now, the soul flames in the pale Lord's eyes are slowly creeping like clouds. This is a sign of the other's great joy.

"Old thing, you seem to be very happy today?" To be honest, Sigumar still has a lot of resentment towards the Death Mage in his heart. If it weren't for him, he should now live happily with the brothers and sisters of the mercenary group. Work hard: "Have you gotten some unlucky people like me down?"

Hahaha The Pale Lord smiled triumphantly. Although the voice of the soul is of that dry pitch, Siguma still heard a sense of relief from it.

"The royal family finally allowed me to rest, of course I am happy."

Siguma is a little weird. Didn’t he just have a vacation? What's so happy about it, is it possible that this pale lord who has made mankind's heart tremble has been doing hard work, and has never taken a break? But it is also possible to think about it, after all, undead creatures are notoriously tireless.

It happened that Anya came down from the stairs and heard the pale lord's words, her face was a little heavy, she walked to the side and sat down and asked in a low voice, "Your Excellency Busenda, are you really ready to rest?"

"I wanted to rest a long time ago." Busenda said helplessly: "But my little master has never allowed it. Until now, he was kind and considerate when he was a student of mine when he was a child, but he became the emperor. After becoming my master, he tried desperately to make me run around the world. It’s not cute at all."

Anya shook her head slightly. She is an immortal and can understand Bussenda's thoughts. Now that she has Saddam, she feels how lonely she who used to have this kind of thinking is, but the pale Lord Bussen Da's situation is completely different from her, the other party is really too tired. After long years of erosion, the fatigue of the soul can no longer be smoothed with sleep and emotions.

"I'm going to memorize Saddam Hussein and let him say goodbye to you."

"No need." Busenda waved his hand to stop Anya: "I want to walk alone quietly. This time I'm going to be alone with this little guy. After all, I got him from my homeland, so I can't say anything. Point of responsibility."

Although Siguma's perception is good, it does not mean that he is very good at observing words. He said with a grievance: "You still know the word responsibility. To be honest, I would rather you turn me into a boneless shelf. ."

"Then you are willing to die once, and then I will turn you into a lich?"

Siguma was speechless, and if he could live, who would die.

"Then I will tell you something about my past." The pale Lord's voice seemed very cheerful.

It turned out that Busenda, the Pale Lord, was just an ordinary human about six thousand years ago. The story of him becoming a death mage is very vulgar. One day, his lover was snatched away by a powerful nobleman who had a royal background. This was nothing at all. The common people always couldn't beat the nobles, and he felt that after his woman became the wife of the nobles, she should be happier than following the pauper himself. But two years later, he accidentally discovered that his ex-lover was actually a wanderer in another city.

Frightened, he went up to ask the reason. It turned out that the nobleman was just playing around. When he got tired of it, he rewarded her to his subordinates to play with, and then drove her away. The woman with nowhere to go had to be seen everywhere on the street because of her beauty. Ji female.

Busenda was very sad. After sitting motionless in the hotel for three days, he decided to marry the woman home regardless of the predecessors, but whenever he wanted to find her, he only saw a cold body. The woman committed suicide because of shame. Up.

The woman took the initiative to go with the nobleman. After seeing Busenda, her spirit finally collapsed because of her own conscience and sense of shame.

"After that, I made a wish, no matter who it is, as long as it can help me avenge and kill that nobleman, I will always serve him and his descendants until the world is destroyed."

"Then someone showed up. He took me to the Demon Realm and made me a student of the Dragon King Bahamut at a certain price. I also served the royal family for thousands of years because of my oath."

After listening to Siguma, he was a little bit unbelievable: "You are actually a human"

"No, I'm from the Leitch tribe." Busenda smiled: "After I flooded the palace with the Sea of ​​Skulls, I lost my identity as a human being."

Siguma was a little puzzled: "Why are you telling me this."

"No matter who it is, I always want to leave some traces in this world, or continue, I am tired, and there is no blood left. You are the person I brought here, so I have something to associate with you."

Busenda pulled a brass-colored ring from his finger and stuffed it into Siguma's hand: "My life's property is here. Now, these things are yours."

Siguma smiled carelessly: "This won't be space equipment, old stuff... Why do you sound like you are giving a last word." At this point, he was stunned for a moment: "Hey, You won't come for real, will the Death Mage die too?"

Busenda laughed a few times, stood up, and left. An Ya watched him leave quietly, while Siguma was at a loss with the space ring.

"His soul is after all a human soul. It cannot endure long-term erosion like a real longevity species." Looking at Siguma, who was dumbfounded, Anya explained: "It is almost his limit now, and there may be more During the stable period of more than one hundred years, take a break earlier and suffer less."

Two days later ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ For some reason, the Black Dragon tribe and the Laiqi tribe clashed. After that, the situation escalated and the conflict broke out. The Pale Lord, who had lived for thousands of years, fell. His teacher Ba Hamut was very sad and indignant, and led the Black Dragon tribe to escape from the rule of the Laiqi tribe, and officially broke with the Laiqi tribe.

That day was also the day of the Mutiny in the royal city of Isubia.

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