Azrubber stood in Roma's original position with his disgusting smile, watching her sitting in a pool of blood - a pool of blood formed by her blood and the blood of the vampire guards.
"You reckless brat," he commented. "It's common sense that you'll hurt yourself when handling dangerous weapons."
The severe pain took away Roma's strength to reply. She had never been so seriously injured, and the constant loss of life allowed her to experience the cruel side of battle for the first time. I should just leave, Roma thought, but she didn't think she regretted coming to Aiken. No. There's no point in lying to myself, I won't die here.
The wizard came towards her. She tried to move, but it was difficult to even stand up. Coldness and fatigue hit her one after another, and Roma even wanted to pass out. Not yet. She tried again, but in the end she could only hold on to the wall to prevent herself from completely collapsing.
"We can make a bet." The dark wizard Azrube made no further moves, but watched her struggle calmly. "How about guessing whether you will become a vampire?"
Roma lowered her head and found that her own blood was mixed with the vampire's blood.
"Don't listen to his nonsense" The handwriting on the ring was very small, and she wasn't sure if it was a comfort.
"What do you want?" Roma asked weakly.
"Answers to a few questions." Azrube leaned closer to her, because Roma's voice was really weak. "First, is Uriel with you? Where is he now?"
Those were two questions, but she seemed to have no room for bargaining. "No. We separated in Silverdome City."
"So you don't know where he is. That's a reasonable excuse." The wizard shook his head. "Second, how did Uriel discover the trap in Six Fingers Castle?"
"At that time...it was you."
"Don't say unnecessary words, good girl." Azrube's wand pierced the little lion's paw, and she screamed. "How did he find out?"
Roma was shaking and holding back tears. It would be unwise to honestly say that you don’t know at this time. "Prophecy." She spit out one word, "Astrologer's prediction."
"Please elaborate on the content of the prophecy," the wizard said. "As far as I know, Uriel is an apprentice in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. I doubt that he will get any incredible prophecies."
The ring silently condensed with frost. Roma half-closed her eyes and read the words it gave. "It's not Uriel... it's the prophecy from the astronomy room. We... will encounter danger in the Six Fingers Castle."
"Of course the astronomy room has the ability to obtain prophecies, but I don't think the great astrologers would do divination for two good apprentices." The dark wizard turned his wand. "Good. Continue."
I am going to kill you. Roma thought. The severe pain stimulated her to wake up, but this time the little lion gritted his teeth and did not scream. We'll see, rat. "It's the Red Prophecy." Sauron's ability to tell stories is much stronger than hers. "A blood-red... prophecy. A dream. The object was a vassal state of the tower, but within it appeared the iconic towers of the Six Fingers Castle. We... we saw them destroyed."
The dark wizard pulled out his wand, and the little lion whimpered and pulled his hand away. I won't cry. She told herself that the Lion Man would not cry in front of his enemies. I've killed people, and I've almost been killed. Pain cannot defeat me, and it cannot defeat Ingrid. She gradually calmed down, perhaps because her body was getting used to the pain... Well, Sauron froze the main wound. The pain was turning into the flames of rage, but Roma had to endure.
"Croita is truly well-deserved." The wizard grinned, "Six Finger Castle is indeed in a big crisis. Who made us discover it? Well, Miss Roma, I will save your life for your cooperation, so as not to Your Majesty the Lion intervened in the war."
"What happened to Six Finger Castle?" Asking questions at this time might make him continue to hurt me, but Roma felt that he had to try. There were many things she had to try... She then tried to stand up, but failed. I had no choice but to sit back on the ground sobbing softly. The soil sucked the blood and seemed to be pulling on her limbs. "Please tell me the truth."
"Disappeared. The flood broke down the dike, and the Garden of Flowing Water is now worthy of its name. There is one thing you must know. My real master killed the White Envoy there." Azrub did not do anything to her, because Every word he spoke hurt her more than the magic. "Chloe will have a new leader."
"Lie!" Roma blurted out.
"This is news from the School of Silence, Miss Penelope. I'm afraid even the newspapers are publishing relevant news now." The dark wizard seemed satisfied to observe her stunned expression, "Uriel won't like this news. It’s a pity. But there has never been a Kongjing who has been able to serve as the foreign minister of the tower for nearly a hundred years, and Bai Zhizhi is the first. Thinking about it, he may have nothing to regret. Okay, can you go by yourself? "
Of course. Maybe she would have said that if she hadn't smelled the fragrance in the air. "No." Roma replied pitifully. She swore that she had never made such an expression in her life...or that she had never let others see it. Azrub cautiously hooked his wand on her collar and tried to lift her up.
At this moment, a large cloud of fragrant smoke suddenly enveloped the room.
The wizard immediately used witchcraft to shift his position, and at the same time swung his wand to shoot a red beam of light at the little lion. The rapid formation of witchcraft caused chaos in the magic power, and a dull and small sound slowly disappeared in the mist.
The fog didn't come quickly, and it wasn't thick enough to block the view. Azrubber jumped back into the room in the blink of an eye.
His movements were as fast as his body's instinctive reflex, but he still couldn't stay away from Roma. The wizard noticed that one end of his long wand was held in Roma's hand. She was using her good hand, so she wasn't thrown away by the force. A bloody hole the size of a coin penetrated Roma's glove and claws, but she held a slender long sword in her other hand and dug into Azrub's thigh as he jumped with sorcery.
The wizard screamed in pain, pulled out his staff and retreated, disappearing from Roma's eyes again. The smoke had become thick and rich, and the sweet but nauseating smell told her it was fog in the pipes, and someone had broken the pipes to help her. Maybe he thought I would hide with the help of the mist, but Roma's attempts all failed - if her injuries were not so severe that she could not stand up, Azrub would not have risked getting close to her. She could only use this opportunity to escape to fight back.
This was the only chance, but she was too short and sitting on the ground could only pierce the wizard's leg. If only it could hit the mark, Roma thought. This false hope was instantly forgotten. Beams of red light tore through the mist, causing them to stir in confusion. Azrube is not dead, this guy who talks crazy lies is currently trying to kill me.
A flash of witchcraft landed a few inches in front of her eyes, exploding mud and gravel. Roma felt a burning pain erupt on the side of her calf, which was caused by another red light that came from nowhere. This damn black magic might hit me in the head next time, and the fog might fade as quickly as it reaches its peak. There was no escape for her.
Roma touched her pocket. Although she dismissed Sauron's warning, there was still one arrow left in the quiver.
"Azrub bets me." She whispered to Sauron. Mr. Ring did not respond. Its magic power was almost exhausted. Good thing she didn't have to force it to do more. The air was filled with a terrifying sweet fragrance... and a deadly enemy lurked, but she found that she was not as scared as she had imagined. Roma has always been fearless due to ignorance. Another beam of red light passed by his ears, and the sound of the explosion was uncomfortably close.
"He made a bet with me because my wound did touch the blood of the vampire guard." If I become a vampire, will I commit suicide or live? This question has troubled her all the way, and she still has no answer.
But it will continue to haunt her.
Roma drew out the last arrow, the wound squeezing out more blood as she moved, and the pain became longer and longer. Turning it over and inserting it into the heart can immediately relieve pain. Anyway, I can't see Azrube's position. She breathed quietly and took out the mithril dagger. The Ring Sauron was lying to her. That last arrow couldn't guarantee my happy death when I became a vampire, but it could.
At this time, the red light of witchcraft hit the side wall of the passage above, and a burst of earth rain hit her head. The wounds in Roma's hands stung with every twitch of her fingers, but she still nocked that special arrow.
It seems funny to think about hitting when you can't find the target, but this is a different story when it comes to Windrunner who was seriously injured by his own arrow. Roma let go of her hand almost calmly.
The arrow was like a meteor, leaving a long but short trajectory in the thick fog... Two heartbeats later, the red light that was constantly cutting in the fog disappeared. She heard the muffled sound of someone falling behind her, so she rolled to the side and almost fainted from the pain.
The wand pierced the void and sank deeply into the sand. The fog gradually subsided. The dark wizard Azrub lay on his back on the marble tiles, with a wooden arrow nailed to his shoulder. He turned over in pain, his eyes wandering. "Ling Xi" is the key to a newcomer like Roma hitting the target, but for an excellent Windrunner, its only use is not to miss the target. This time she finally took advantage of this magic... although the hit was not a vital part.
Pieces of stone spread across Azrub's face, and he struggled to pull out the thin sword on his leg - the sword with the curse of the vampires. Her wooden arrow failed to kill the dark wizard, it was the vampire's curse that killed him. A blood descendant who loses his master cannot live long, and the mithril dagger tied to the arrow by Roma has already ended the rest of his life at this moment - the wound will not change when it touches the vampire's blood, only when it is injured by their weapons. The curse is on the sword.
"I still remember the bet." A stupid bet about vampires. Roma stood up holding on to the wall, shaking her dizzy head. She had a look of victory on her face. "Let me tell you, I do have bad luck, but I never lose a bet."
