The Legend of Fatality

After listening to Flynn ’s words, the fire in the dark room reflected on the face of the evil mage Yurik who was standing against the wall, his blood pouring again, the word traitor was great for him insult.

He could not understand what was wrong with a wizard who chose to pursue true knowledge and power, and worshipped for the sake of knowledge to worship a **** who could provide him with knowledge that others could not provide at all.

It ’s not just the **** old guys of the Marnus Imperial Academy of Magic, or the hunters of the Great Empire of Gaitan who also have a bad impression of themselves and their companions, but that is also acceptable.

But this mage, a wild mage on an island in the Atlantic Ocean, and a little mage even mocked himself and the **** he believed in. This made Yurik's emotions start to get out of control. This **** humble mage couldn't understand the greatness of my lord at all. He thought to himself that in this way, let this stupid mage see the power of the great master.

Yurik spent some time to calm himself down again. He was unwilling to show his rudeness in front of this De-Tesheim, a noble heir who may also have an ancient blood.

"You are stubborn and stupid," Uric said sharply. "Maybe you really do n’t know what happened to the pastors I sent on the high ground. It does n’t matter. Their work has been basically completed, and their positions have been replaced by others. Our strength is increasing day by day. In seconds, my Lord ’s arrival is getting faster and faster. You ca n’t stop it, Black Tower Mage. "

Yurik leaned forward, showing a greedy look in his eyes.

"The storm is coming," he said, and there was a trace of rejoicing in his abnormal voice. "My master's army has been assembled, and a stronger army marched south. When they come, their loyal servants will be rewarded, and their enemies will be punished. Our power is growing, and great magic has been woven. Time Almost there, all our fruits of labor are ripe and ready to be picked. You came into us at the most appropriate time. Maybe you will be the first to witness his arrival. "

Flain was disgusted by the evil disregard called Yurik in front. This man is a fool, trying to interfere with things he cannot understand.

"I've heard such things before," Flynn said coldly with a disdainful expression. "So, you have reached an agreement with evil spirits. Why do you think they will keep their promises? If you are lucky, only your life will be confiscated."

When Flynn spoke, the blood on Uric's face seemed to bleed.

"You are not qualified to speak like that, Mr. Tesheim," Yurik said. A cruel light flashed in his eyes. "Maybe you really don't know anything about what happened in the northern hills. It doesn't matter. You will still serve the cause you despise, but not in the way you feel happy."

Yurik turned around, facing the silent figures in armor standing in the shadows.

"Take him to the altar." He said briefly. "A man so obsessed with magic as a sacrifice will undoubtedly accelerate the arrival of my Lord. By the way, see if he is really as holy as he said."

The silent guards stepped forward, and they looked exactly the same as when riding. They unknowingly loosen Flynn's shackles. Their hands wrapped in iron gloves were cold and biting. There was no exposed flesh on them at all, and Flynn doubted whether there was a human body under the armor. They may be puppets, golems, or just poor souls, destined to be swallowed by the armor they used to wear in the normal way.

As soon as Flynn's hand was released, he tried to break free and pounce on Yurik. But the cold puppets on both sides were fast and powerful. The tight shackles on his ankles prevented blood from flowing to his legs, and when he was dragged up, he felt weak and trembling. His head still hurts, his mouth dry like a desert.

"Do you really think this will happen?" Flynn said contemptuously to Urik. "I will warn you one last time. You have become a traitor among the casters, and you will enjoy their tragic fate as your fellows. Now regrets are still too late, at least your death will be quick and merciful."

Yurik looked at him with surprise and suspicion.

"Your life is running out, Black Tower Master," he snapped. "Don't tarnish them with boastful boasting."

Yurik turned to face a puppet warrior.

"Take him to the altar and tie him up. I will be with you soon. We will start the ceremony immediately. I want this unbeliever to die within an hour, his soul will be painful and deceitful The Lord ’s knee twisted in pain. "

The expressionless metal face nodded, and Flynn found himself dragged out of the room by them, and walked deep down a tall arched corridor. The fight against the puppet who captured him is now in vain. They grabbed his arm as hard as stone.

They took him to go deeper into the underground. They walked along, and Flynn saw in front of him that he used to be a temple. He wasn't sure who built it. Maybe it was an elf or maybe an ancestor of the Ogan people.

He saw that many icons and patterns on the wall were grossly defaced, replaced by a twisted multi-pointed star ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Flaine could not determine the number of angles. The ancient walls are painted with different symbols everywhere. He recognized only one of the twisted circles, and there were things on both sides that looked like tentacles licking upward. Sasolion's mark.

Flaine felt a new emotion rising inside him. The entire place here has become a lair of evil magic. Even without increasing his perception, he could almost see the mist generated by those evil forces slide down the surrounding walls and gather in the shadows.

They continued to go down. Instead of getting colder and more evil, the air began to heat up. Flynn noticed a lamp with a special light, which was bright red and purple.

In front, he can see the gorgeous central hall entrance. Something was moving inside, but the sacred smoke pillar obscured his sight. The sound of chanting echoed on the narrow walls of the corridor. But there is another thing, a terrible thing, a thing swallowed maliciously, and something almost alive.

Flein shivered in fear, realizing what "that thing" was. He struggled frantically, trying to get rid of the watchman's claws, struggling to get rid of their ruthless control of him.

Despite his training, he began to panic. Everything around him, sickness, pain, evil behavior and power, increased his fear.

The puppet in armor ignored his painful cry and pushed him into the huge room. The chanting rose to the level of enthusiasm, and the roar of another person grew louder. Flynn looked at everything in horror. This is the end. "That thing" is waiting for itself.