Twenty Sided Dice

"You are at an obvious disadvantage now, Mr. Black." Siegel said: "Your seven companions have fallen, and the two of us are standing in front of you basically intact, in physical condition and when we started the fight. Not much difference. You have my magic circle on top of your head, and it will take a long time for the magic-enhancing effect on both of us to wear off."

The man in black interrupted the mage: "I am different from them."

Siegel shook his index finger in front of him: "According to the distance between us now, before you can threaten us, I can teleport away with my companion. Can you stop my teleportation spell?"

"If it doesn't work, why should I bother?" The man in black said: "Mage Lord Siegel, in fact, I have an easier way to keep you. Let's put it this way, if you leave, I will start assassinating one by one. The people above everyone's heads."

Siegel narrowed his eyes, this dangerous assassin cannot be left, it must be eliminated.

"But don't worry, we don't want to do that." The man in black stood up straight, his arms hanging down naturally, as if relaxing his muscles. "Assassinating you is a challenging thing, both in terms of strength and strategy to satisfy the great gods. And you never deliberately hide your whereabouts, and you are never afraid of challenges, so it is still easy to find you, also There is no need to slaughter civilians. We believe in the **** of murder, not the **** of tyranny."

After saying these words, he loosened his hands, threw away the dagger, and then took off his mask. The face of the troubadour Yarel Kalindor appeared in front of the mage. His face was expressionless, and the muscles on his face seemed to have stiffened, no longer the way he used to laugh.

"Long time no see, Siegel. Squid." He said, "Have you received my black warning?"

"Sure enough, it's you, how long have you been following us?" Siegel didn't relax at all, his body was still tense.

Yarel was like a stiff wooden sculpture, standing on the opposite side motionless, only his lips opened and closed: "I noticed when you entered the starting point outpost, I was behind the greeting team, hiding in the crowd of onlookers. It's just your attention. The power is on the knights. How can you look at the people behind them?"

"Don't talk nonsense, if an assassin is determined to hide, how can an unprepared mage notice it?" Siegel snorted coldly: "Yariel, you know that I am a person who keeps my promises. I will do what I say. I'll give you a chance, surrender, tell me everything you know, and I'll keep you alive."

Yarel shook his head firmly, and his voice did not tremble at all. He said, "You saved me twice. I owe you two lives. Black's warning paid you once, and another."

"Wait!" Siegel waved his hand: "I barely counted that I helped you in the drag sentence in the grasslands. What was the other time? I don't accept inexplicable favors."

"When the red dragon appeared, the camp was in chaos, the guards were burned to death, and the cage was half burned, so I seized the opportunity to escape. You attacked the red dragon and attracted its attention. If it were two seconds later, I would I was caught up by the breath of the dragon and died in the sea of ​​​​fire. So although you don't know it, it did save me again." Yarel said: "Killing you is a very important thing, but if you don't pay off these two lives , I'm not pure, and I can't quite claim a new life from the **** of murder."

"Then you should keep it and don't pay it back. It's like this." It was Evan who said this. His hand holding the sword didn't shake at all, and he didn't feel the excitement before the battle, but it didn't mean he was relaxed. alert.

"I insist on paying it back. You're high on the list of people worth assassinating, and you've also been high on the list worth wooing and digging. I have to say, your performance in the Elven Wars is very satisfying to the Great God. , the skill, timing, and control of the situation fit our philosophy well. Some people offered to engage with you. But the Great Gods personally rejected the proposal and struck you off the development list. It's a pity that you didn't have a chance to listen The great God taught."

"For this matter, I have to thank him very well." Siegel said: "The **** of murder is constantly killing people in the new world. Do you want to declare his existence? Don't you know that the elves are guarded by the moon god, he has already Action has been taken against your crimes in the Elven Forest."

"Let them plan and hunt us down in hatred, and we will be stronger." Yarel finally had an expression, and a confident smile hung on the corner of his mouth: "At this moment, I can still feel the great **** The power is constantly improving and climbing higher and higher.”

"You didn't leave any sequelae from the red dragon's attack? Why do I think you're having a fever." Siegel snorted coldly: "After the war, where did the God of Murder get so much power of faith? Yarel, You have been deceived by your god! Hurry up and wake up!"

Yarel put away his smile and spat viciously on the ground: "Shut up, stupid squid, your knowledge and spells are meaningless in the realm of divine power. You live in your own illusion, and you don't know the truth at all. What's going on in the world now! You love the elves, and they're at war with you, like you've been treachery to Waterdeep. Oh, don't say you don't feel it, don't you doubt the dwarves of Mora's Peak in the deepest part of your heart? You Didn't hear the wailing from the depths of the earth? Sadness, pain, these are just by-products, but a second planned genocide is what my Lord wants most. You live in a book where there is nothing but perfection Stories and simple corners are much easier than complex and splendid reality!"

Siegel heard the genocide, are the dwarves dying in large numbers? No, it shouldn't be. The dwarves have their racial god, Moradin the mighty blacksmith, under whose protection there is no danger of genocide. Then the most likely but the most unreasonable speculation is that the dwarves are planning to exterminate others. Would they do such a brutal thing?

Siegel was reluctant to admit it, but deep down he couldn't completely deny the possibility. The elven wars are over, and the dwarves still haven't reopened the gates of Mora's Pinnacle. What are they doing inside? The information from all over the world did not involve the risk of dwarves. Even the dwarf kingdom of the Old World remained calm as usual, maintaining contact with neighboring countries.

By the way, Yarel mentioned the "second" genocide just now. So what is the first time? There is no record of any genocide in the history of any race or organization, only some biological groups have become very few in number and are in danger of extinction, but these should be the concerns of the Mother Earth, obviously not enough to warrant murder The power of the gods rises. Since it's not in history, the only possibility is that it's undocumented, and something like this Siegel happens to know one thing: the demise of the "writers."

But shouldn't that be caused by the Wall of Storms, how could it be related to the God of Murder? Siegel continued to ask, but only received ruthless ridicule from Yarel.

"You want to know this, you want to know that, why ask me? Am I the **** of knowledge and magic?" Yarel moved his neck, then his shoulders, then his wrists. Two short swords drew circles in front of him and behind him, and the cold light flickered. West

Siegel's observation was sharper, and he found that Yarel's fingers were making complex gestures, similar to casting spells, but there was a sense of religious ritual in it.

"It seems that you are about to break your promise, Yarel, why haven't you paid the two lives you owe me?"

"As long as you don't teleport away, it only takes half a minute for me to kill you. But this person around you is very tricky, and it will extend the time to about two minutes." Yarel said: "I didn't know when you first came out of it. If you didn't do it, plus what I said to you for more than two minutes just now, it will give you a second life."

"It turned out to be a lunatic." Evan said: "I can also say that it only takes three seconds to kill you. I just let you live and gave you a hundred lives, why didn't you pay it back?"

"This is a gamble. It's our moment to show our determination and strength to the great gods," said Yarel. "If I can't kill you, my life will only be two minutes."

Siegel saw Yarel continue to make covert gestures, he must be planning something. For the sake of safety, Siegel reached out his hand, stopped Evan who was about to charge, and gave him a look. Evan was puzzled, but he believed in the Mage's arrangement and temporarily gave up his plan to strike first.

Siegel pointed to the corpse of the man in black on the ground: "This method is interesting, do they do it too? Exchange oath for power?"

"They're not worthy." Yarel began to move his waist and legs, looking at the two adventurers like a hungry jackal. "It's a pity that you didn't rush up just now, otherwise the power bestowed by the great gods will be even stronger. But it doesn't matter, I'm enough to destroy you!"

"That's not necessarily true." Siegel smiled slightly, and took out the crossbow box from the space bag. This one is much larger than the kind of ammunition Heimling sells, with thirty plasma bolts installed in it. Such a huge magazine has affected the user's feel, resulting in a hand crossbow that can only be used with two hands. Siegel calmly replaced the ammunition, and began to chant the incantation.

A smile appeared on Yarel's face. He swore an oath and pledged his life to the **** of murder for the blessing of strength. Before the blessing is complete, if someone interferes with the process, the God of Murder will block the interfering action~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and double the power for being provoked.

But Siegel just conjured a spell ball that floated lightly behind him. Then he went on to chant the mantra without stopping for a second.

The blessing ceremony was over, and there were only two minutes left.

Yarel moved. Evan greeted him almost at the same time.

The two collided, and Evan stabbed four swords in an instant. Yarel struggled to block with two short swords, and finally managed to barely defend against the impact. Wave after wave of force from the "bonfire" caused Yarel to stagger backwards. Evan took advantage of the situation and wanted to hook the enemy. But he suddenly found himself and Yarel's ankles glued together.

The assassin's black suit clings to his body, but becomes sticky under the strange power of the murderous god. Yarel seems to have lost the layers of skin, muscles, and bones, and the whole body is integrated like a mud monster. Evan's body was being caught by the black mucus and began to wrap slowly.

Yarel's body suddenly returned to vertical like a spring, and the two daggers attacked at a faster speed. To be continued. ↗This book is derived from the basket book, which is updated quickly.