Prison of Black Wounds

At the beginning, he clenched his palms into fists again, left for a while, and pounded in heavily. Then his body shook, and with the sound of "Woo vomit...", his heavy head sank forward, and he vomited out dirty blood mixed with blood. things come.

Unexpectedly, the high priest who did not expect him to spit out the filth suddenly darkened, dragged his pale face and stared angrily for a while, then felt that it was useless, and simply stopped thinking about it, and then saw that all the things he spit out were all the things that had been thrown out in the past few days. The rice porridge that was forcibly poured in, and the grains are intact, it can be seen that it has not been digested at all, and the palm of the hand is pressed against his cold stomach, thinking that this person's stomach must have been destroyed.

The head on his shoulders moved slightly, and when he looked down, he saw that Ran's eyes were closed, and he was muttering something in his mouth. He listened carefully, and it really was that person's name...

There was a burst of anger in my heart, and I didn't know when the hand moved to the burning neck suddenly exerted force, and blood seemed to drip from the red eyes.

Leaving aside the strange disease, the Black God Clan has quite a lot of power and territory in this world.

People of the Black God Clan are born with the ability to bewitch Congxin, and illusion makes them even more powerful. Not to mention Nasser, even Nasser's father suffered a lot and was defeated by the Black God Clan. As the son of the former High Priest of the Black God Clan, he not only fully inherited his father's ability, but even surpassed it.

At the same age as Naser, he led troops to conquer three big tribes for his father at the age of ten, but because of this strange disease, he had to hide under the black tent. They are known as the King of Heroes, but the Black Gods are always hated and cast aside. In their eyes, illusion and poison are always despicable and shameless. But in this cruel world, do they still need to choose means to win?

25

Why is he the king everyone expects?

"Ahem...uh..."

The big hands that imprisoned the throat were like iron tongs, hot and hard, the breath was deprived of life, and the consciousness flickered. The person in front of him became ferocious because of anger, his red eyes were like hell ghosts, and the hot breath was in his ears. Flowing on the side, the deep voice carried internal force and hammered the head word by word as if to pierce the eardrum, forcefully pulling the fading consciousness back to reality, and could not escape the pain and suffocation that seemed to tear the soul.

"You love Nasir, don't you?" The hard fist pounded heavily into the soft, sunken belly, crushing heavily, cruelly destroying the delicate and beautiful peony blooming from the navel, regardless of the violent spasms and bursts of unnatural convulsions of this body , the hands clasping his slender neck showed no signs of relaxing, and turned a blind eye to his struggle and upturned eyes.

"Nah... um..."

The side of the abdomen was hit by a heavy fist, and the whole person seemed to be broken from the waist. There was nothing else in the stomach except blood, which gushed out from the half-open mouth in waves, as if to spit out the broken internal organs in the whole abdomen As if coming out, the painful □ was stuck in the throat.

The High Priest stared obsessively at Ran's distorted face due to pain, and the strength in his hand was gradually withdrawn. The person who was finally able to breathe again took a sharp breath, but was coughed fiercely by the blood that gushed out violently. He clasped his chin and forcibly raised his body but couldn't even bend over. His weak hand rested helplessly on the wrist that was crushed into his stomach. His vision had long been blurred. This dilapidated body was ultimately unable to do anything for Nasser.

Even the wish to look at him one last time will come to nothing...

His body was so heavy that he seemed to be sinking into hell, and his father was looking at him with a wicked smile.

I want to escape, but there is an invisible wall behind me, and there is nowhere to escape.

"... Se..."

want to see you!

"Stop barking, he won't come."

There was a nervous sneer on the face of the High Priest, and he bowed his head to lightly lick his blood-stained lips. The unusual coldness had a faint herbal smell, a bit sweet and astringent, an addictive delicacy, not human-like. The sweet feeling spreads from the tip of the tongue, unable to extricate itself.

Suddenly, the high priest's red pupils shrank suddenly, and a painful expression appeared on his face. Then, "Mmm..." he grabbed the skirt of his chest with his other hand, so that he wouldn't get hurt by the hair on the back of his head. After collapsing, the high priest quickly tore open the skirt of his clothes after the sharp pain in his chest gradually disappeared, and suddenly found that the black and purple all over his body was undergoing subtle changes.

what happened?

The high priest stared at his body unbelievably, the blackness and purple color gradually faded from the chest, his head thought quickly, and suddenly looked at the painful and weak face of Ran in disbelief.

it's his blood...

Isn't it a coincidence that this is different from ordinary people's coldness?

This discovery made the High Priest look at Ran with excited and crazy eyes.

The legacy of the Black God Race needs to be suppressed by drinking the blood of the God King, but there has never been a cure. They must drink the blood of the God King every month to barely suppress the corruption. Now that there is only one girl God King left, Only nobles can obtain the blood of the god king, and just now, it was just a subconscious behavior of myself, which has such a great effect?

Looking down again, I suddenly found that a large piece of skin on the chest has returned to a healthy flesh color, which is unbelievable. This phenomenon has never happened in thousands of years, and it may only be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Seeing the blood spilling from the burner, cruel thoughts flashed through his mind.

Since you are going to die, let your death be worthwhile.

Once the evil thoughts appeared, he could no longer think rationally, and even his face under the candlelight became hideous like a ghost.

puff--

The sound of the blade piercing the skin is particularly clear in the quiet night.

"Umm...haha..."

Ran's half-closed eyes suddenly widened, his flaccid head leaned back against the shoulder of the high priest, his body was locked tightly in his broad and strong arms, and his bow was suddenly tense, and a three-finger-wide dagger came alive. Pierced an inch above the navel, pushed hard until the handle was missing, the blade pierced through the thin body, the tip of the knife flashed a cold light behind it, blood dripped from the tip of the knife, seeping into the soaked dry grass, burning The bowed body was heavily pressed down and imprisoned in the arms of the high priest.

"Hey! What are you doing? Are you crazy?"

Hearing the sound, the curse master finally couldn't help opening his eyes. His eyes were sweating profusely and burning with blood all over his body. On his upper abdomen was a dagger without a handle. His empty black eyes Void and half-opened, the whole body was paralyzed in the arms of the high priest like a rag, and the hand of the high priest holding the handle of the knife was also stained red with blood. If he could not feel the weak beating from the burning heart, the curse master would have thought The one holding his left hand was no more than a corpse.

There was a crazy and ferocious smile on the face of the high priest. He lowered his head and gently licked away the blood overflowing from his lips, giggling and said, "What are you doing? Didn't you see it?"

"What a lunatic! If he dies now, your god king will not be saved!"

"Hehehe... As long as there is his blood, it doesn't matter if that kind of woman is gone." He opened the front of his chest, "See? They are gradually fading, because of his blood..."

"You!!" Curse Master frowned deeply, "Where are your people?"

"Oh...they..." The high priest glanced at him coldly, and couldn't help fiddling with his limp body, letting him lean sideways on his bent legs, and said lightly, "Then you continue, Letting that woman live for another three or five years would be considered as my utmost benevolence to them, anyway, that country full of problems is to me...it's not very attractive...as long as I drink his blood..."

The high priest looked excitedly at the hilt of the knife that had sunk deeply into the burning belly, and tried to pull it out with force, but a gray object rushed over quickly and pinned down his hand that was trying to pull out the knife.

Seeing the apprentice holding the high priest's hand, the curse master let out a heavy breath, but immediately became worried. Sure enough, the high priest's face was full of blackness, and his red eyes stared angrily at the boy who stopped him. , slowly raised his hand, the palm of his hand overflowed with red light, and he threw it at the top of the boy's head.

Gritting his teeth, he said: "You, find, die!"

"Do not!!"

"Master! I'm sorry, we will meet again in the next life!"

With tears in his red eyes, the boy yelled in a hoarse crying voice, hugged Ran Xilin's waist and buried his head.

No matter how much reluctance and unwillingness there is, it is destined that they will not be able to stay together in this life, so at least no one can let people die because of themselves.

At this moment, there was a loud bang, thunder and lightning burst through the air, and the bright light instantly illuminated the entire forest, and the house was even clearer. The person outside the door was full of hostility, and his loose long hair was swaying in the strong wind like a living thing. When the light receded, he could clearly see the sharp and fierce light from the person's eyes.

The young man looked up in a daze, but the expected pain did not come. There was only a gust of icy cold wind blowing over his head, and the frozen man shivered. In the corner where he was squatting just now, a broken door was hit four times. He fell, and when he turned back again, the ghostly figure outside the door made him feel suffocated for a while.

The strong wind and the torrential rain broke into the hut, the poor candles had already been extinguished, everything in the house was blown away except people, everyone held their breath, even the high priest stared at the door with wide eyes.

Nasser!

Although he couldn't see the other person's face clearly, the incomparable majesty and kingly aura would only appear on one person at the same time, that is the hero king who was chosen by the gods and endowed with royal aura!

Thousands of years ago, someone predicted that God would send the chosen person into the mortal world. This person was born with majesty and was loved and protected by the elves. At this time, the wind was howling, the sky was thundering and thundering, and the air around Nasir was cold and violent. , as if the elves of the earth felt his anger and became restless.

The red eyes of the high priest are full of strong