Chapter 224

Violet mage tower.

The torrential rain fell straight down the mage tower, and a thin purple defense array appeared out of thin air. The rain dripped and burst out countless transparent ripples.

The top-level tower engraved with purple lines, Craig's old appearance under the crown, dressed in a purple robe, and the blue staff in his right hand glittered with soft brilliance, as if the misty fog was changing endlessly.

At the moment, in front of him stood two guests from afar.

"Moira, I haven't seen you for a long time." Craig's turbid eyes staring at his right hand, like an ice lotus, said softly.

"Yes, teacher, you haven't changed after 30 years of absence." Moira bowed slightly, with ripples in her pale green eyes. In a familiar and strange place, she had studied here for five years, and the old man in front of her was the teacher responsible for teaching her.

"Hehe, I'm old, now is your time." Craig shook his head under the crown and looked at Moira in front of him, with a trace of apology in his tone.

"I'm sorry I didn't come to congratulate you personally when you entered the legend. I missed the event."

"The teacher is joking. I'm satisfied if you can send me a gift." Moira knows the teacher's lazy character. If it's not too important, she will never leave the violet mage tower, even if she successfully steps into the legendary road.

After being polite to Moira, Craig turned around and looked at the middle-aged man who was always towering like a mountain. He had a very ordinary face, a very ordinary temperament and a very ordinary dress.

If these ordinary people appear on a person at the same time, this person must be very ordinary.

In fact, if it wasn't in the violet mage tower, maybe even he would deliberately ignore each other.

"Dubois, I didn't expect you to be invited to the noble Council this time. Is it not comfortable these days?" Craig joked, but the dignified color hidden in his turbid eyes became stronger and stronger. In front of him, the famous name resounded through the kaladimos continent.

Dubois Gerard Clive, a legendary soldier wandering all over the world, likes food and liquor. At the same time, he is also a senior gambler and lingers in famous gambling houses.

"No way, the price of stoke kingdom is too expensive, and I don't have enough gold shield, so I have to take a task by the way to solve the difficulties in my pocket." Dubois rubbed his nose, stretched his waist and said. The smell of wine from his clothes filled the top tower.

"However, according to the current development situation, it seems that limontanlu has been infiltrated too deeply. In just one night, five places have been slaughtered and sacrificed."

Even if the soldier's perception is not too outstanding, as a legend, Dubois still feels the change of Limon Tanlu and the smell of blood wandering in the humid air. He has smelled it from a long distance.

From the corner of his eye, he glanced at Craig. His heart sank slightly. From the calm performance of the teachers and disciples, it seemed that something he didn't know was brewing.

To tell the truth, Dubois really hates nobles and mages. They always smile at people, and then hide the blade and conspiracy behind their backs, which will pop up inadvertently.

"Who knows." Craig didn't answer Dubois's question directly. Instead, he turned and stood by the guardrail, looking at Limon Tanlu in the wind and rain. His turbid vision crossed the distance of space and silently stared at the place where the scarlet blood overflowed.

"It's not convenient for me to ask or stop his majesty Lloyd's mind. All I can do is to stabilize limontanlu."

"So wait, wait for the stage of continuous performance!"

The soft voice seemed like the cold wind in winter, slightly cold, and the expressions of Moira and Dubois. Even within the huge noble parliament, his majesty Lloyd's reputation had enough sense of awe, and the legendary crown was no exception.

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bones!

Bony bones!

The cold rain fell and infiltrated the luxury buildings. Countless corpses were covered on the dark gray marble floor in front of us. Looking at the appearance of the corpses, it seemed that there was no resistance before death. All the blood in the body was extracted and the poor body was left.

Seeing this, Horace and vosmann looked slightly moved and led a team of trefari legions to disperse forward to investigate such an abnormal situation.

Light life energy bloomed on the front hall Road, and firm steps crushed the increasingly dense rain. Each Trifari Legion soldier held a heavy gun blade and touched the rigid corpse.

"Lord, these people should be invited guests tonight, as well as some bodyguards and waiters." Horace, who returned from the survey, knelt on one knee and allowed the cold rain to flow along the mask, which could not quench the restless flame of revenge in his heart.

Modrian frowned slightly when he heard the speech. He glanced around the cold and dark buildings around him. He vaguely felt something wrong, but he had entered here. He didn't mean to turn back when he opened his bow and arrow.

Slowly raise your right hand, gently wave it, wipe the shadow hidden under the eaves and corners, move quickly, like light pen and ink, jump in the night, and gradually integrate into the rain.

"Count Sigrid, let's go. This new welcome ceremony seems to be interesting." modrian said softly, looking at the beautiful lady with a pale face on her side.

Taking a deep breath, Sigrid smiled reluctantly at modrian, held up the bright red skirt and walked forward in broken steps.

As for the trembling buried in her heart, she did not show it. There was a familiar smell and a smell that frightened her, like the terrorist force that repressed her blood when she faced the ancestors of the family.

The dim magic light shone on the corridor. Modrian and his party kept enough vigilance to move forward. When passing through the quiet passage and open room, bony bodies could be seen everywhere. Their strange faces had a pious expression, and their movements of bending down and kneeling became more and more standard.

It's a sacrifice!

Modrian seemed to think of something, his face changed slightly, and some ancient information about sacrifice poured out from the depths of his memory, in which the description of bloody sacrifice was very consistent with the scene in front of him.

The so-called bloody sacrifice, also known as self sacrifice, life sacrifice, holy sacrifice, etc., is a sacrifice mode for all interfaces, regardless of camp.

Ordinary sacrifice requires certain sacrifices, but bloody sacrifice does not. Specifically, sacrifice is their own life and soul, at the cost of burning their own life and soul, in exchange for the personal attention of a great existence.

In a sense, as long as you are pious enough, even if you are just a mortal, you can make the eyes of great existence pay attention to you at a certain moment.

Now, the situation he encountered is probably the legendary bloody sacrifice, but it is uncertain whether the sacrifice is completed or in progress. In order to determine the situation and system tasks, all he can do is to continue to explore the depths of the building!