In the Valoran Plains, a small village of more than 200 people was forcibly expelled from the village entrance. A little south, passive excavation work began under a dilapidated mage tower.
All the violators can get is a clean sword. If they want to survive, they must obey the arrangements of the bandits.
He was already deeply disgusted with the sand bandits who once again robbed the female villagers of their pleasures. Although Sa Shuo wished that these walking desert beasts could now become food for sea beasts, he had to endure it.
At least at this moment, these scum still have their own value.
"Right here, dig down, keep digging down."
The serpent mother's revelation from the Kraken's skull told the Sea Monster Priest that he was not looking in the wrong direction. There was a powerful magic item buried beneath the ground.
"Evil Master Wizard! Master Ouga! Save us!"
After witnessing his wife being defiled and killed, the middle-aged man completely collapsed, dropped the shovel in his hand, and rushed like crazy to the dilapidated stone tower fifty meters away, shouting the name of a certain magician.
He would rather the evil wizard lured all his sheep to their knees than continue to accept the cruel fact that he had lost his wife.
In fact, he was about to use his own life to call the 'evil' neighbor who lived in the wizard's tower. If the evil neighbor was not there, he would really be dead.
"Catch him! Cut off his head!"
For such idiots who dream of being saved, Ha has never had the patience to be tame. Death is their only ending.
The two sand pirates drew out their desert scimitars and rushed towards the collapsed man with a sneer, while speaking cold and ironic words.
"Do you really think your savior lives in this pile of rocks where even dogs don't live?"
"Master Wei Ga Wizard!!"
"Cut off his arm first and let's play slowly."
The two sand bandits looked at each other and smiled, then kicked the man who was kneeling on the ground. One of them suppressed the man's body, while the other pinned the man's right arm to the ground and raised his machete.
"Lord Oga!!!"
"Stop shouting! I am the Great Lord of Evil! The dictator magician who uses dark power to maintain his reign of terror! My name is Vega! Not Ouga! You stupid villager! I will destroy the right hoof of your followers of Green Grass. It’s been three times and you still can’t remember my great real name!?”
Coming out of the dilapidated stone tower was a short mage wearing old-era warlord armor and shiny polished gauntlets. A big felt hat covered his small face, making it difficult to see clearly.
I swear, he has never seen a wizard with a hat brim as wide as his buttocks. Aren't wizards all big men in black robes?
"The Great Lord of Evil? What kind of little thing are you?"
"Little thing? I am your grandfather's grandfather's grandfather's grandfather! As early as a thousand years ago, your ancestors succumbed to my reign of terror... At that time, you were still a piece of cake!"
When the words came out of his mouth, Weijia realized that he had told the time too far ago. Although his memory was severely weakened, he still remembered that the tyrant who imprisoned him would not die for more than a hundred years. He took a furtive glance at the humans present. Jia secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
It couldn't be better that no one noticed the flaws in the Great Lord of Evil's rhetoric.
Well, compared to a hundred years, a thousand years can better demonstrate the greatness of the evil magician, so there's nothing wrong with that.
"Take down this idiot who only talks big words!"
I'm too lazy to talk nonsense to a short homeless man with unknown origins. I don't believe that someone who lives in such a broken stone tower can be a powerful character.
Sa Shuo on the other side watched with cold eyes, quietly taking a few steps back, away from the disgusting sand bandit leader, but he also became wary of the sudden appearance of the uninvited guest.
Feeling the contempt of mankind for him, Vega's mind became hot and he couldn't help but recall the crazy years when he was imprisoned by the tyrant in the prison of the Immortal Fortress.
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"Look, a ridiculous yordle wants to master the star magic of the heavens? My yordle child, why did you become my prisoner?"
The walking iron-armored ghost let out a low curse, like a nightmare from hell. The tyrant's momentum always makes people feel deep despair.
In the dark and terrifying dungeon, the yordle's curiosity about celestial magic has long been torn to pieces by the terrible rune chains. The lonely yordle, covered with cuts and bruises, huddled in the corner of the dungeon, recalling the beauty of Bandle City. years.
He wanted to go back, but he could never go back.
In this abandoned place, he couldn't even find anyone to talk to, because the tyrant hated useless prisoners, so all the prisoners were executed, and he was the only living person in the entire dungeon.
When the tyrant is gone, he will be alone again, with darkness, silence, and terror.
Unwilling to continue living a life of despair in the dungeon, Master Yodel showed a pleading look to the tyrant, which actually made the tyrant laugh.
Perhaps the reason for imprisoning and torturing Yodel's soul for so long was for the surrender in just a few seconds. The tyrant himself was not sure about this, he just enjoyed it all.
A yordle has a long lifespan, and he still has many opportunities to enjoy...
"Curiosity is the yordle's treasure. Prove it to me, Master Yordle."
Putting the hammer [Nightfall] on the ground, Mordekaiser asked his men to pull in a dying prisoner. Accompanying the prisoner were a number of strange torture instruments and short knives.
It was a private tool that belonged exclusively to the executioner, and its only purpose was to please the tyrant.
"Prove that your curiosity about darkness will always be maintained, whether it is a hundred years or a thousand years, use your curiosity to prove that evil and cruelty can become spiritual food, forget your ridiculous Bandle City... start Well, don’t keep our yodeling guests waiting too long.”
Nodding silently, the dark executioner, whose tongue had been removed by the tyrant long ago, picked up a sharp skinning knife with his withered right hand. Like a dark artist, he saluted the frightened yordle and stabbed the toes of the completely desperate captive deeply. Down, gently swipe, like the most meticulous sculptor.
Soon, a thin piece of skin was peeled off perfectly by the executioner, but the prisoner was still gasping and wailing in severe pain.
The tyrant laughed happily, the dead souls imprisoned by Nightfall sang horrifying hymns, and the executioner once again picked up a boning knife to present the next stage of wonderful performance to the master and yordle guests.
Master Yodel was in a trance.
The cruel and bloody scenes in front of them have been staged countless times. The tyrant is tireless and uses the bodies of human captives to stage dark dramas in various ways. In order to pollute the pure heart, the yordles are already a little numb, and even a little bit... Accustomed to the dark words of tyrants.
Evil, brutal, powerful, dominating...
At this moment, the Yodels forgot about the beautiful Bandle City and were obsessed with the power of the tyrant.
Shaking his head, the yordle forced the terrifying and evil thoughts out of his mind. He didn't understand why he was reduced to this situation when he just wanted to learn powerful arcana...
…
Evil arcane energy began to condense, dark purple forbidden magic rose from under everyone's feet, and the arcane round-walled cage like sharp claws enveloped all humans. Even the powerful sea beast priests discovered at this moment He lost control of his body.
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Veigar's eyes were ignited with blazing arcane evil fire, and facing the disgusting human face, the magician raised the evil staff high.
"Stupid human being, you have angered the Great Lord of Evil. I will let you know what true cruelty is!" chapter
