The door opened with a creak.
Music plays in the background.
Hello everyone, my name is Carlos Barov and I am a Paladin. On the surface, I am working as the King of Alterac, but actually saving the world and solving mysteries at the same time is my true mission. That's right, in order to fight against the mysterious and unknown organization The Cult of the Damned, I transformed into a detective, calling myself Kabbah with the abbreviation of my real name, and Driver with my hobbies as my surname.
Standing next to me is my assistant Sven, a real strong man with an intelligence of 244, who buys six iron tree trunks with his monthly salary.
Because of the mysterious letter left by the captain of the guard before his death, we are plunged into the dark artifact murder case.
There is only one truth, the murderer is you——Xal'atath, Blade of the Dark Empire!
Carlos couldn't restrain the ancient power in his body, so he automatically made up the scene in the name of the detective, and with the help of the barrage army, he solved the mystery of the death of the chief guard in advance.
Pay attention, pay attention, look here. ↓
Did you see it? Did you see it? →()←.
The murderer is the guy in the brackets.
Okay, the case has been solved, now let’s move on to the arrest.
So how to find Xal'atas from more than 200 kilograms of scrap metal?
Carlos did not doubt the truth of Swain's words.
Based on his description, it is not difficult to infer that the captain of the guard should have found Xal'atas first, and then used the power of the artifact to complete a one-for-twenty counterattack. Afterwards, the caller who arrived at the scene of the crime earlier than Swain was killed by Swain, so Sarasta should not have left the catacombs in Crow Ridge.
Although Swain's decision was stupid, it was also very stable. After confirming that he had no ability to distinguish, Swain arrested all the criminal suspects, which meant that Xal'atath must be hidden in this pile of junk.
"Are you sure you haven't missed any possibilities?"
Carlos confirmed again.
"Hey, hey, hey, I read less and read a lot. I've heard of magic knives that can transform. I took away all the bread-cutting things from the scene. You have to believe me."
Swain expressed his dissatisfaction.
"Okay, let's start confirming."
When it came to the artifact, Carlos didn't really believe in the mage, so he opened the Holy Light Dog Eyes and started flashing.
Um……
Um?
Um! ! !
Sure enough, it was just a pile of junk.
If Xal'atath is the magic blade of darkness and thinks it will respond to the Holy Light, those Carloss will conclude that Swain is a retard.
But by defaulting to the premise that Sarasta is awesome, things get fun.
There is a gap between Holy Light and Arcana in this aspect.
After weighing them one by one, Carlos still found nothing.
"How about it?"
Seeing Carlos put down the last suspect blade, Swain hurriedly asked.
"Just wait here."
After Carlos finished his instructions, he turned around and left, quickly returning with a sword box.
"Please baby, turn around."
Saying words of unknown meaning, Carlos opened the sword case.
It's Stromka, the War Destroyer.
"What a sword!"
Just as Sven sighed, he noticed that the short knife at his waist was trembling strangely.
"found it!"
Carlos held the sword box and approached Sven step by step. When Sven noticed the abnormality, he immediately pulled out the dagger and sent it to Stromka in cooperation.
Stromka let out a muddy sword chant like a madman, and Xal'atath finally couldn't help but speak.
"Move this stupid thing away, I'm not a bone, you stupid dog!"
In Sven's surprised eyes, his ordinary iron knife, which he usually used to cut blood and cut flesh, emitted strange black smoke and gradually expanded into a strange-looking ritual dagger.
Suddenly, Swain felt queasy.
"Hey, Carlos, I've been using this thing to cut bread and meat for more than two months. Will I be poisoned?"
"It's possible, just remember to drink more holy water."
Carlos put down the sword case, held Stromka, and took Xalatas from Sven, ready to start "torture".
"Put this thing down and let's talk carefully."
Before Carlos could threaten, Xalatas spoke first.
Got it right.
happy.
In the previous battle, Carlos noticed that Stromka had the ability to devour the flesh and blood of the Faceless Men, and thought about whether it could be used against Xal'atath.
Although the remains of the Ancient God are definitely superior to the Faceless Men in terms of level, judging from Xal'atath's performance, the effect is pretty good.
"Are you scared?"
Carlos said tentatively.
"Are you afraid when a wild dog in heat hugs your thigh and shakes it?"
Xal'atath was as venomous as ever.
"Tell me what I want to know."
Carlos symbolically moved Stromka some distance away, showing his sincerity.
"What about Natalie and her special massage stick?"
Um……
It seemed that there was no need to force a confession. Carlos suddenly remembered that Xalatas was a gossip.
"Let me tell you, that was a bloody mess, two hypocritical idiots, a disgrace to primates."
Xal'atath used "I told you" as the opening move.
Then, the dark magic blade told Carlos a story about Natalie Serling that was different from the "new version of the ship" that he had empty knowledge of.
"That stupid woman is really stupid and cute. I have reminded her so, and still stubbornly believe that the disciples she taught can resist the temptation of darkness. You comment, as the spokesperson of the dark power, we are the ones who dare to make judgments Professional gods told her that the two disciples had fallen into the abyss of desire and were hopeless, yet they foolishly wanted to give another chance. In the end, they must have been drugged. I still understand your human body structure, Natalie's The disciples were cruel enough. They stabbed the liver, the kidneys, and it hurt to look at it. It hurt so much that our knife handles were shaking. But they were too self-righteous. I didn't want them to find me, even if they were right in front of them. "
"So in fact, Natalie's disciple picked up the paper knife on the table and stabbed his master. In fact, he stabbed Serling with you. In other words, it was you who actually killed Natalie Serling. ?”
Carlos felt like he was hearing a ghost story.
"Please, I'm just a knife. How can a knife kill people? It's okay if you people kill people. It's obvious that you kill each other because of greed, but you have to blame me."
Xal'atas rolled his eyes at Carlos with the magic eye located at the junction of the blade and the handle, his eyes conveying his dissatisfaction and helplessness towards the lowly creature Twolegs.
Unable to be spoiled, Carlos brought Stromka closer to Xalatas again.
"Do you still want to hear a story?"
Um……
"Actually, I was always by Natalie's side. When her massage stick collected her body later, she cried so brightly and gnashed her teeth that she swore to avenge Natalie. I thought to myself that he As for your IQ, you have to wait until the year of the monkey is over before you take the initiative to tell him who killed Natalie."
So in fact, if you didn't say anything, the captain of the guard would have buried you with Natalie Serling's body?
Carlos felt that he understood correctly.
Then, Xalatas told how he helped the captain of the guard devise a trap to kill Natalie's filial sons and grandsons, and how the captain of the guard finally tricked him in a cold, ruthless, and unreasonable way.
"I helped him complete his revenge with good intentions, but in the end, he used the holy light to shock me while I was doing it with all my strength. I was nothing. But he deserved it. My ability was out of control and I couldn't control my strength at all. He was also dead. ."
Carlos took two deep breaths and asked.
"You don't seem to be afraid of the Holy Light?"
"Why should I fear the Holy Light?"
Xal'atath asked rhetorically.
"Then how come you were disturbed by the Holy Light?"
"Because the power of shadow is incompatible with the holy light."
"Then why are you afraid of Stromka?"
"You mean this knife? Because it wants to lick me like a dog."
"So you're not afraid of me?"
"Why should I be afraid of you?"
Sarasta didn't understand why Carlos' mental state fluctuated, just like he didn't understand that the captain of the guard was no different to Carlos than his own child.
"So you're not afraid that I will destroy you?"
Carlos noticed that Xalatas' mouth was unexpectedly broken and began to guide the conversation.
However, Xalatas's arrogance also exceeded Carlos' expectations.
"Titan passed away and Y'Shaarji lay dead. What can this world do to me? Why should I be afraid?"
Carlos rounded Stromka and slashed at him with his sword.
"Oh, yeah, I'm going to die, I'm going to die, licking a dog will not lead to a happy ending!"
