Law of the Dragon

"Let me make it clear," Thakro folded his hands on his knees, his fingers were slender and white, with the unproductive elegance of an aristocrat.

Roger looked at him, this man looked like an ordinary aristocratic knight, relying on the hereditary shade to be so arrogant, but in fact he was not, this man had eyes that could see through everything.This is not used to describe a wise person in general literature, but a real eye that sees through everything.

Only with such eyes can one reach here from the other side of the space; with such eyes can one see through Roger's essence as a dark merchant.

A long, long time ago, it is said that the God of Light gave the Elf King such a pair of eyes, "that can distinguish right from wrong, see through nothingness, and distinguish the essence." The twisted thread of fate allows you to see things that don't happen in this world.He can see everything, so he is always asleep.

Then this man is obviously not the Elf King. The Elf King must still be asleep in the Valley of the Elves. If there is no major event, he will never get up.But if he is not the king of elves, why does he have such a pair of "thorough" eyes.

Roger looked at Thaklow in confusion, those black eyes looked calm and gentle, but they were too dark, like the essence of darkness surging inside, revealing a suffocating killing intent, which made people shudder.

"The human world is very good, and I also think the current situation is good," Sa Keluo said lightly, not noticing that his tone had already surpassed human beings, "This is a very fragile world balance. It's going to be broken, I don't mind, but not now, you know what I mean?"

I don't understand at all!Roger thought angrily in his heart, but he just didn't have the courage to shout out now, not only because the other party had seen through his essence, but because he might really kill him.

"I need things to go back to where they were," Thaklow continued, speaking in a matter-of-fact tone, as if he really had the right to ask for it.

Roger opened his mouth, and finally he said with difficulty: "No, I have something to do..."

Before he could finish his words, there was a sharp pain in his body, so painful that he couldn't finish his words at all!He fell to the floor in embarrassment, his body twitched uncontrollably, the pain was like sea water, engulfing him whole, and even breathing became difficult.Roger has been in pain like this before, when he was a human being, the God of Darkness took his blood away from his body, and the blood was sacrificed to the God of Darkness in exchange for living as a Dark Merchant offerings.

At that time, he saw his own blood flow on the altar with his own eyes, and all the blood was drained, replaced by icy darkness, and they flowed upstream along the blood to fill up the lack of blood.Since then, what flows in his body is not blood, but darkness, so the dark merchant is also called the shadow left by the dark god in the world. They are puppets, minions, and dark merchants who can only plan carefully for the dark god. .

Even after so many years, hundreds of years, he will still be afraid of that blood exchange, and will feel pain at an inexplicable time, the pain reminds him of the fact that he was once a human being.

But now, he felt that pain again.

But in theory, those pains were just his hallucinations, and he would no longer be in pain... But now, he felt so painful, as if blood was being drawn out - he saw darkness overflowing from his body , they were supposed to be his blood, but now they flow out uncontrollably.

He remembered the helpless self on the altar, and screamed in fear!He didn't want to be drawn again, and what was even more frightening was that he would die because of losing these darkness, really die!

"Now, are you willing to help me?" Thakro's voice was so cold, reminding Roger of another voice he heard once, asking him softly on the altar, cold and gentle.

"I am willing! I am willing!" Roger yelled, once the "blood" in his body was lost beyond a certain level, he could never regain it.

"Very good," Sacre stood up happily, looked at Roger on the ground who was like a struggling fish out of water, and showed a cold smile, "I knew you were a good and helpful gentleman .”

Although Roger scolded him seventeen or eighteen times in his heart, he could only nod weakly at this moment.The darkness that disappeared in the air was slowly returning to his body.He seemed to have never been so embarrassed since he became a dark businessman. The shame and anger made him feel suffocated, but his reason told him that the other party and him were not on the same battle line at all.

He can manipulate darkness!Nothing could be more terrifying, Roger thought horribly.In the early years, he met a water-type mage. Generally speaking, water-type mages are not as powerful as fire-type and earth-type mages, and their healing power is not as good as wood-type mages. But Roger later found out that he underestimated that mage. up.

He saw with his own eyes how the sorcerer tortured a person. There is 70.00% to 75% water in the human body, and the sorcerer let the water evaporate little by little.He watched the man drink water continuously, but the skin slowly dried up, the blood thickened slowly, and finally died of thirst.Roger would never forget that man's dying expression.

Manipulating a certain element and making it for one's own use, the highest level is a terrifying ability.

But this man can control the invisible darkness, who else can do it except the God of Darkness...

Of course, Roger also knew that this person would not be the Dark God, and he didn't know what it was, but it was definitely not the type he could deal with.

"Speaking of which..." Thakro suddenly asked Roger, "How did you move this castle to the Land of the Dead?"

Roger hadn't fully recovered yet, so he couldn't stand up, so he could only lie on the ground and snort coldly: "I didn't do it, it was a necromancer who did it."

Saclo walked slowly towards the door of the living room, and said to himself: "That's a troublesome question, after all, when His Majesty the King is out hunting in the city, seeing a thick fog is always not a pleasant thing. "Of course, His Majesty the King has no interest in hunting or anything else. His only interest is counting gold coins, but there is no guarantee that he will have such an interest someday.

Roger hummed on the ground until the cold "blood" returned to his body. He hated this black "blood" for a while, but in fact he knew that if he lost it, it would be true. Yes, a complete death, because he had already given his soul to the God of Darkness when he exchanged blood.

The deceased was talking to Hughes, and the basic content of the conversation was probably entangled in the murder 300 years ago. He had planned to tell Hughes, but he didn't expect someone to come and tear his barrier.

So he went down the stairs angrily, trying to see who the blind guy was.

So on the spacious stone steps of the castle, he saw Duke Thacklow.

"My lord duke," the deceased was both excited and moved, "you actually came all the way to find me."

Sa Keluo looked at him in confusion: "Who are you?"

Considering the difference between his current appearance and his original appearance, he enthusiastically invited the Duke to drink afternoon tea, but the Duke said that he had already had afternoon tea with Roger, so he didn't want to drink it.

"I am the dead," the dead still pulled Sacron onto the terrace.

"The deceased...?" Thakro told him with certainty after carefully thinking about the appearance of the deceased he knew, "The age is not right."

"I can change into many appearances," the dead man poured out his wealth, "Since you forced me to get involved in other magic fields, I feel that compared to the land of the dead, the human world is the one that really trains people." place."

"But you've done a really good job," Thakro looked at him with ulterior motives, "whether it was before or now."

The deceased was startled, and bowed dramatically, with a sly smile on his lips: "I'm really flattered by your praise. It would be great if I could help you."

Sa Keluo nodded lightly, representing his gratitude: "I have roughly completed the matter here, and I hope that your matter has also been resolved."

"I probably...have thought it through," the deceased said softly.He had no way to kill the Dark Merchant, that was beyond his power.Because the dark merchant is not really alive, he is neither a living person nor an undead, he is just the shadow left by the God of Darkness in the human world, who can kill the shadow?

Sa Keluo glanced at him and said lightly, "It's good that you know what you're doing."

"As a thank you, can you promise me a small, small request?" The deceased smiled like a flower.

Sa Keluo had a bad premonition.

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Standing at the window, Hughes watched a man in a black cloak walk out of the castle. He looked back at his elder brother who opened the door and entered: "Who is this? How could he enter this castle?"

"He was the one who took me in before," said the dead man who walked to Hughes and saw Thakro walking towards the dense fog outside the castle without any hindrance through his shoulder. "However, I'm not sure if they are Not the same person."

"What do you mean?" Hughes was startled, "You mean you misidentified the person?"

The deceased shook his head slightly: "'Not the original person' means, probably referring to some aspect of his transformation, I always thought he was actually the type who would pursue power, now it seems that my feeling That's right. Of course, I mean, he has that too."

"I don't quite understand what you mean," Hughes was not interested in this matter, just curious: "Why is he here?"

"It's time to deal with Roger," the deceased laughed. "Thanks to him, I finally know what to do."