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Chapter 280 So Why Is It Called Black Prince

Bartley felt a little dazed, because the next second the Black Prince came in front of him—quietly, like a ghost.

He subconsciously took a step back.

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"Hey, why is there no one on the street?! I always feel that if this is some kind of plot, it is definitely a trap!" Like other players, Yin Kong Frye was turned into an ordinary person by the imitation demon. Odd NPC face, despite this, he is still very noisy.

"I heard from the insider here that there are no residents in Hazel - it's not so much a city as it is a kind of 'museum'." While talking, a player said.

"Damn it! Is it that scary?!" Yinkong Frye called out, "I've been to this kind of horror garden, it seems that some kind of psychopath will show things that I think are scary one by one, even Still using living bodies or something—”

"I can't tell, are you so harsh?" Guan Shanhai was delighted.

"That's not it, I remember it clearly..." Yinkong Frye was about to speak——

"I fainted from fright in the first room, I carried it back, of course I remember it clearly." Yu Ge answered coldly.

"..."

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha"

Hearing the sound of dancing behind her, Hathaway caught something out of the corner of her eye, and said in a low voice, "Don't make trouble—"

As soon as this was finished, Yinkong Frye yelled, "I'm going to knock on my mother—" the whole person jumped up——

"Hey, you patrol team—" At this moment, a group of four mage NPCs just came around the corner——

Their expressions also froze, just looking at Yinkong Frye who jumped up.

Yinkong Frye is standing outside the team, it is not in the team, and it is not in the team -

The two parties looked at each other in blank dismay.

"..."

"..."

"..."

The scene was very embarrassing.

Hathaway's head hurts.

The Second Generation Ancestor of Snakeskin is also dead - it takes at least 5 minutes for them to reach the city lord's mansion from here, and this is obviously a small team going to the city gate, it is not impossible to kill people, 24 of them can't kill four Mage?

But the problem is—these four mage NPCs are not very easy to deal with. Even if they are really killed, once they fall, something will go wrong with the plan to attack the city.

anyway...

...the scene was once very embarrassing.

"Isn't this the resident who usually jumps?" Just as the player was about to collapse in embarrassment, he heard Mage A speak, and glanced at Yinkong Frye lightly.

Yinkong Frye: "..."

Yinkong Frye: "???"

Hathaway squinted her eyes, and suddenly remembered that Yinkong Frye's face was that of the NPC who ran to the river to seek death.

Master B followed suit: "Oh, it's him—there are not many fools who want to live in Hazel."

"The patrol still wants to walk the dog. With such a heavy black magic breath, his dog should die this year."

"poor guy."

It is said that the master's eyes are higher than the top, while talking, sighing, talking, ironically and emotionally...

Just go.

gone.

The.

"..."

"..."

"..."

The players were stunned.

"What's the matter?" Yinkong Frye felt that his little heart was still beating, and asked a little unclearly at this moment.

"...I don't know." Yuge subconsciously tried to adjust his glasses, but when he realized that there was nothing in front of him, he couldn't help retracting his raised hand, "At least you're fine now."

"It means, if you dance again, we will die." Guan Shanhai smiled.

Yinkong Frye: "..."

"Aura of black magic..." At this moment, Hathaway was heard whispering.

People were taken aback when they heard her voice—this voice can be said to be meaningful and somewhat...

"The Black Prince...why is it called the Black Prince?" Hathaway regained her senses, frowned again, and turned her head to glance at them.

"Looks black... Bah, I mean I prefer black clothes."

"The heart is too dark?"

"The black prince seems to be a certain historical figure in country E hundreds of years ago... LZD randomly picked it?"

Ah Bai watched Hathaway gradually frowning after these messy answers, and raised his eyebrows and asked, "Black magic?"

"Black... is the color of the death demon god Yujiade." Hesevi thought for a while, and then said slowly, "I just said why the atmosphere of this city is so strange..."

I was a little stunned again.

"What? Death what?"

"It's not some legendary ghost town, is it?"

"What kind of necromancer is the Black Prince?"

"My god what a twist—"

Hathaway sighed, too lazy to stop their imaginations, and just said to herself: "It is said that the Tia Continent, where the dead arrived, is a world with only black and white - where the Death Demon God has full jurisdiction. Right. Black poop means death... But Hiranvia has been away from the Allen Continent for too long, so maybe..."

People don't understand well.

I can understand every word, but I don't know what it means when I put it together.

The players are confused.

"Associate yourself with the dead, and use this city as a memorial related to death—" Hathaway said softly, while unconsciously quickening her pace, "He must have faced the so-called death... "

"I think... I probably know what motivates him to do all this."

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click.

Bartley's eyes widened as he watched the sword piercing through him from behind.

The Black Prince stood in front of him, holding the hilt of the sword in his right hand, and a pitch-black vortex was in front of him, opening up a new space for him.

"This is death." He said slowly.

rustle--!
In Bartley's hands, the spell that had gradually formed dissipated.

"Another traitor." The Black Prince said again, raised the handle, and drew the sword.

The moment Bartley drew out the sword, he knelt down and sat on the ground.

"It's really interesting. None of you thought I could come back alive, but I did, saying that I would support the 'chosen' me no matter what, but every day I deliberately planned to kill me." The black prince said softly, "Because, someone Tell you—am I cursed by Ghana, born to destroy the Empire?"

Bartley was speechless.

I could only hold on with all my strength, looking at his figure.

The Black Prince turned his back and raised his head to look at the oil painting.

"Prosperity, like a dream - a dream of everything, thus fulfilling the 1000-year vision of this deplorable race."

"But... the glory of silver has always been given away, and this empire still uses countless lies to weave everything that has been given away, and even knew that I was related to the curse, and was so frightened that it tried to kill me. "

"You guys did a great job and abandoned me thinking I was dead, but I came back - you think I'm full of hatred and will destroy everything one day..."

"I actually just feel sorry for you."

"Someone told me that you are too pathetic. The so-called glory is crumbling. I want to hold on, thinking that it is extremely strong, but it only takes a little strength to destroy everything."

"I didn't 'destroy everything', I just accelerated the inevitable..."

……

The Black Prince folded his hands behind his back, and slowly closed his eyes: "What hatred can I have? I am despised even for existence, any hatred is actually useless—"

(End of this chapter)