[Sword Three] Lord wants to cut the cloud dress

—A thousand years ago.

"Hey, little swordsman." A man with a staff in his hand leaned against the wall and called out to the swordsman who had climbed over the wall. His face was not obvious in the night's starlight, but his voice was as usual. With a smile, the other party recognized who the other party was without turning around: "It's so late, where are you going?"

"You don't care." The man's voice came over, with a little imperceptible panic in the coldness.

"It's not the first day I've known you." The sorcerer leaned on the low wall with his left hand, and made a beautiful somersault over the past: "Now there are so many monsters outside, no matter how strong you are, you won't be reckless." Go out by midnight."

"It has nothing to do with you." The swordsman clenched the sword at his waist.

This is the darkest era in the entire continent.There are murderous monsters everywhere-they come from hell, they have no emotions, they only have blood and devouring.For the little swordsman, eradicating them is his responsibility.And eradicating the king of hell who is the leader of the monster is what he must do.

The mage's never-fading smile became deeper under the light of the fire, and his voice was particularly obvious under the night sky of this tentatively peaceful city of San Raphael: "I guess, you want to go Find the Lord of Hell."

The little swordsman obviously didn't expect that his thoughts would be guessed by the other party at once. He was eager to deny it, but he didn't want the other party to see his eagerness to deny it as a cover-up.

"That's not good, you promised to tell me if you have any clues?"

The little swordsman was at a loss for words, and based on the principle of saying more words and making mistakes, he decided to choose to keep silent.

"Okay, stop talking." The tall mage spread his hands forward, and the sparks from his palms illuminated the dim road in front of the little swordsman: "Let's go."

——Thousands of years later, the church of the headquarters of the Free Church.

"Tim" twisted his neck slowly, and he shrugged his head forward, making a "gada gada".

As if to recognize the person in front of him, he narrowed his red eyes.He saw Li Zheng, and then showed a look of ecstasy.

He opened his mouth slowly, his voice was old and harsh: "Young man, we meet again."

Li Zheng, who was named, did not respond, but Bismarck moved closer to him, keeping Li Zheng behind.

"Oh, oh, this smell." The "Tim" noticed Bismarck who was leaning over, his nose moved slightly, and he leaned over slowly: "I didn't notice it before, the smell on you is really nostalgic Taste, nostalgic to..."

He walked up to Bismarck, sniffed around him like a black dog, and then said: "I miss you so much that I can't wait to cut you into pieces, and then slowly, slowly chew a little bit, and slowly Swallow it raw, slowly."

With a cold face, Bismarck placed his staff across his side to separate the two.At the same time as his brows moved slightly, a flashing message appeared on Li Zheng's interface.An ice sword instantly appeared in front of the man, and flew towards "Tim" next to him.

However, "Tim" seemed to have expected it. He turned sideways and dodged the ice sword lightly.

"Let's guess," he said, spinning like an ancient court waltz.The overly old face coupled with brisk steps gave a strong sense of disobedience, which made Li Zheng feel restless.

"Young mage, let us guess, what is your relationship with that annoying Tara?"

Tarra?

If Li Zheng remembers correctly, Anna mentioned that Bismarck's surname seems to be Tarla.

"Dirty and obscene things! How can you insult my family of mages in the southern continent like this!" Eschela scolded angrily.

"I didn't talk to you!" "Tim" suddenly shouted in Eschera's direction.The roar was so loud that Li Zheng shrank obviously and covered his ears.And Eschera, who received the impact of the roar, was directly overturned to the ground.

"Let me guess." "Tim" circled around the two, then approached Bismarck, and said in a very soft voice: "Are you the descendant of that guy?"

"Then...that guy?" Li Zheng couldn't help asking.

"Oh, oh, let me guess how your human history wrote about that battle?" "Tim"—or the King of Hell, left Bismarck's side, but walked slowly to Jasmine's side.He just got close to Jasmine's side, and Nero, who was detained by those dark mages, couldn't help but struggled.

"A guy who is arrogant and thinks he is omnipotent-oh yes, I forgot, you humans don't know his name. He fought alone, risking his death to single out the omnipotent The King of Hell, by the way, is me.” The King of Hell’s voice became louder and echoed throughout the church: “After defeating the King of Hell, he discovered that there is no way for the King of Hell to be killed. .That is a perfectly natural thing, as long as hell exists, I will exist. So, he sealed the king of hell in a place that no one knows, and hid it forever."

After saying this, the head of the king of hell hangs down.Standing in front of Jasmine, he gently brushed Jasmine's delicate face with his finger: "Oh, a great hero. That's what you call him, right? He is so powerful and selfless, he went deep into the tiger's den regardless of his own safety, Eliminate the root of all evil."

The king of hell raised up that finger, and stretched out his tongue to lick his own finger in a greedy gesture.His eyes were fixed on Bismarck.

"You say, if those stupid humans knew that their hero actually killed his best companion in order to seal me, using his body as a sealing vessel...if they knew that they worshiped me for many years My hero is such a man. Oh, this scene is really intoxicating."

"What did you say...?" Even Nero, who had been struggling all this time, fell silent, looking at the ugly face of the King of Hell with dull eyes.

"I mean, your hero, he didn't come to challenge me alone." The king of hell laughed.The arc drawn on the face is disgusting.He unhurriedly seemed to be talking about an old story: "There is another person with him, that is his best friend and his partner. They use the sword one by one, and they cooperate so tacitly, so It is so powerful that even as an opponent, I am a little envious."

The King of Hell snorted twice, and continued: "But, but, who would have thought that after the hero found that there was nothing that could seal the great me, he actually killed his companion! Hahaha, how ridiculous! Then He sealed me with the body of his companion! Oh, I still remember the name of his poor companion after all these years. A mage named Talla, I am not mistaken."

"You're talking nonsense!" Eschera yelled again.As a follower of the Bright Church, the first church in the mainland, he naturally would not believe the lies of the king of hell.

"Oh, my, am I talking nonsense. But I have to ask that little mage over there." The King of Hell looked at Bismarck with a playful look in his eyes, and his pupils grew bigger and bigger with the words, as if to Popping out his blood-red eyeballs: "Let me think about it, how did your family react when they received this news? Pain? Regret? Or righteousness? It really makes me feel that I didn't see the pain of that mage with my own eyes. Pity."

"No, no." As soon as he finished speaking, Nero, who couldn't tolerate the rebuttal of the "hero fanatic", walked down with a frown.He circled around Bismarck a few times, his eyes full of temptation and scrutiny.

"Although the smell from your body is only a ten-millionth similarity to that stupid mage named Tarla," he said, looking at Bismarck's eye sockets as sharp as shooting bayonets.He turned a few times, and then walked behind Bismarck.There was the ice sword that Bismarck used to attack him just now.He leaned over again and licked it with his tongue.

Obviously, just by looking at the ice sword, it must be icy cold, possessing an unbearable extreme cold for ordinary people.But the king of hell didn't seem to notice it.His flexible tongue, which didn't match the age of his face, greedily licked the sword, making people feel sick.Maybe even Bismarck couldn't stand it, or maybe it was for other reasons, he quickly chanted a spell.The ice sword shattered in response, turning into a pool of water and disappearing in place.

"Ahaha." Seeing this, the King of Hell stood up, but a burst of wanton laughter broke out in his mouth: "Hahahahahaha, Tarla! Tarla! Tarla! I knew it was you! Hahahaha Haha! I didn’t expect you to be alive! So many years have passed, do you hate it! Do you hate it! Do you hate it! Sealed with a devil for thousands of years! Or by my best friend! By my best friend Framed!"

"What nonsense is he talking about?" Li Zheng looked at the King of Hell who had suddenly fallen into madness, with a puzzled expression on his face: "Where did this Talla come from?"

"Huh——" the king of hell took a deep breath, with a cold smile on his mouth, and looked at Bismarck with deep hatred in his eyes: "Others may not recognize you, but I am different. Although I don't Know why your soul is on your descendants, why you became an ice mage, what happened all these years. But your spiritual power-oh your spiritual power can't fool me. Tal Lah, how is it? Is there something wrong with what I said?"

"Tal...la?" Li Zheng looked at the man beside him, the words of the King of Hell were like a cloud of fog to him, which made his already chaotic brain fall into more doubts.

The man seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, there was a little smile on his face.

"Long time no see, King of Hell."

The author has something to say: Again!It's really not dual personality!Here the head of the team misunderstood again!

In other words, from beginning to end, this Bismarck was the mage friend of that hero.And the so-called descendants of him are actually nonsense and all speculation!The subsequent plot will reveal the identity of Bismarck, and Ahe will not spoil TUT here