The Legend of Fatality

The gray robe stopped as soon as he entered, facing a girl who was hung upside down. Two rough men are shaking her back and forth, and every time she reaches for the rope tied to her leg, her head will be knocked by the man. One of the men smiled at the gray robe.

He ignored the rude man and continued to walk in. He had already seen the man he wanted to see--what was that man called? Billups. He sat at a table against a wall in the distance, and just down the stairs, surrounded by a semi-enclosed space.

The gray robe walked in the crowded room. He noticed that the target round table was almost full, but there was an empty space facing him, and he could sit there. He walked over.

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Now that he has seen Billups, he has no effort to hide himself. Until he came to the table, he was taken aback by the look of a person at the table. This person should have been dead. Just a short time ago, he pierced his head.

"The person at the door is your brother? Unlike a dead body, there is no such terrible taste." The gray robe said in a voice that the other party could hear.

"Look at the good things you did, the living corpse is worth a lot of money." Said a person who had the same appearance as the dead at the door.

"Living corpse?" The gray robe said silently, "Does the living corpse speak? Or is it like the dead corpse, which can only convey the words of the manipulator?"

"Haha, I said, don't provoke him." Billups said with a smile.

"So, I think, we can count the two?" The chunky man stood up and gave the grey robe a ritual with the usual etiquette of the mage.

The gray robe didn't answer any more, but directly pulled out the chair in the empty seat and sat down. His companion followed closely and stood behind him.

"Introduce, this is Dakenluoer, an alchemist." Billups got up and introduced the gray robe to others. "According to him, there is a business that needs help."

Dakronol put his hand on the table, said nothing, and looked around at the participants on the table. He can see that these ten people are all mages. Although their strengths vary greatly, they still lament Billups's network and appeal.

But he is not in a hurry to speak. He thinks that under normal circumstances, the gaze is also the pressure to defeat a person's willpower. In this war of patience, Dackenlore smiled heartily, and the weak will always be at the disadvantage.

"What kind of business needs so many mages to participate?" Finally a young man asked.

The weak, Dakkenolol gave the opponent a comment in his mind.

"Remains." He said lightly, and then he noticed the greedy look in the eyes of several people on the table.

"What remains?" Asked another.

The second weak man, Dakenlore, sighed. The people whom Billups was looking for were mixed. The two were really stupid.

"The remains of a witch." He replied.

Including the man who asked questions and the other two people shook their heads and got up and left. They all know that Ogborn has never seen a great witch, most of them are evil witches in the countryside. The legend may be terrifying, but their strength is limited.

"Dakronol, a compound word in ancient imperial language. No matter what it means, it represents some kind of ambition." A mage with a white beard said. "But I haven't heard of you."

A smart man, Darkenlor thought. Darken refers to darkness, darkness, and shadow; Lore represents some kind of learning, or some kind of internal legend. Whether it refers to the knowledge passed down in the dark, or the legend in the dark or in the shadows. It's all because of his name.

But this is not the reason why he is called a wise man. The reason is that the old mage tried to test himself by name, looking for his weakness.

"This is my current name. The name I used to belong to the boy who was a hotel waiter in the old town. Not me now." There was only one emotion in his voice, almost contempt.

"This is not shameful, many of us ..."

"No, you don't understand." Darken Lore interrupted the old mage and shook his head.

"We always hide our past and bury those young or shy memories deeply in our souls." Darken Lorton paused, looking around at the rest. "But we don't have real souls, don't we? Even undead and vampires will be killed."

"So what is this thing that makes us different?" He asked to himself.

"We are not interested in exploring the soul." Two more mages got up and left.

"A mage who doesn't know how to hide himself." The old mage leaned back and said, pinching his beard. "It's hard to reassure."

"With a seemingly perfect excuse, such as I never expose weaknesses to strangers and other reasons to keep myself secret." Daken Lor said with a smile.

"Hah, it's actually just the self-protection of the weak." Daken Lorre's face appeared proud and disdainful. "I never hide my past or care about mentioning it to anyone."

Arrogant, the old mage also tagged the young caster with his own label. But he turned his attention to the ‘companion’ behind Dakenlore. When Billups introduced him as an alchemist, he suspected it was an alchemy puppet.

"So, what kind of ruins of witches are worth your trouble to let Billups summon us." The old mage continued to ask.

"An immortal witch remains."

"Wasting time, the undead witch of Istania died a thousand years ago." Once again, the two mages exhausted their patience and got up to leave.

Dakronol looked at the remaining four people on the table, the old mage, Billups, the chunky man, and the young man who was the first to speak, even though he did not know whether he was out of curiosity or wise.

"This young man ..." Dakenlol suspected that he was brought by the old mage.

"That's my apprentice." Billups admitted.

"There are three legends of undead witches in Istania. The first died a thousand years ago. The second appeared in Margarita five hundred years ago ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ The last one was in Here, but the legend is the three sisters. "The old mage said what he knew.

"The witch of Margarita is actually a vampire, and has been burned to ashes." Dakenlol didn't care about the old mage's temptation. "As for the three sisters here, there are three main names circulating, but none of them are."

"What did you find out?" Billups and his apprentice pinched the spellcasting material in their hands and chanted the spell softly. Soon, the few people present could only hear the sound coming from outside, and from the outside, it seemed to be completely shrouded in shadows.

"Where is that witch, how to open the ruins. And there may be something in the ruins." Dakenlore said with a smile. "I heard she betrayed a deity."

"Take us to find her, you can take everything except ours," Billups said.

"It seems that the phrase" Ms. Black Night will never forget "is true. I haven't expected that your headquarters here have been destroyed for more than three hundred years, and you haven't forgotten your revenge on the traitor." Said, then turned to the chunky man and asked. "What about you? What are you doing?"

"Hey, I'm just a little mage. Occasionally provide a little help to the big forces." The chunky man said with a smile. "It belongs to mutual benefit."

"That is, if something goes wrong with this group, are you and I a natural ally?" Dakenlore teased.

The chunky man just smiled happily, his eyes rolled around the others.

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