The Legend of Fatality

In the alley not far from the castle, Moradron fell into silence, his eyes stuck to the body on the ground, his handsome face was no longer indifferent, and various emotions clashed on his face. He wanted to keep the secret of his inner world, but his death made it difficult for him to maintain.

Several Moradron ’s men surrounded the exits at both ends of the alley and closed the alley to drive away anyone who was curious about the things in the alley.

The man who accompanied Moradron was tall and had eyes of different colors. He wore a gray robe that didn't match. There was a thick red trace on the front of the robe, just like someone died in his arms. The cheeks and chin have irregular stubble, and under the wide-brimmed hat are short, short brownish-yellow hair trimmed.

The man is now crouching next to the corpse, ignoring the birds staying around the corpse, placing one hand on the corpse. After a long time sliding in the silence of the two, the man suddenly got up and nodded heavily at the body.

"Okay, the three claws at least left the other party's message at last." The man still stared at the corpse coldly, and said. "There are not many sights. At least two people and one may be alchemy puppets."

Moradron raised his eyebrows and looked at the talking man with his arms crossed.

"An alchemist," Moradron didn't look happy at all. He began to move around the body uncomfortably, then looked at his companion and continued. "I don't remember we provoke such people."

"It should be the person he provokes in this mission. The other party is very strong, and he has basically failed to exert any strength." The man said. "That alchemy puppet is weird, I think it's easy to find."

"What do you think of this matter, two claws?" Moradron asked.

"In addition to the alchemy puppets, they did not release any magic. This is why we discovered it so late." The person known as the two claws said, but he hesitated and continued to add. "What are they worrying about, if it is not done by the Fatalin Association, then it is the maker of the fishing village slaughter."

Moradron's handsome face, an angry, cruel and annoyed expression passed by quickly. His face was pale like a wax figure.

"His abilities are too useful to us." Moradron whispered as if to himself.

"Unfortunately he died." The man known as Two Claws said coldly.

Moradron shook his head, turned and walked out of the alley. The two claws put the stuff found in the body into his arms, and then followed his footsteps.

"Pass my order, and notify the team of others. I want to issue a wanted order and specifically ask two claws." Moradron ordered his guard captain at the exit of the alley. But he did not leave, but listened to the two claws depicting the look and characteristics of the wanted character to the captain of the defense.

The world in which the dead man finally stayed has a marked distortion, just like the wanted criminal described by the two claws. Moradron has no hope of finding wanted criminals through appearance descriptions. But an alchemy puppet is obvious enough. An alchemist who can make an alchemy puppet is as eye-catching as a campfire in the night.

"How are other people looking for?" Moradron and other security captains recorded the appearance and characteristics of the wanted criminals, and arranged for the subordinate soldiers to send messages to the two claws and asked.

"Few meet the requirements, but the three claws are dead, there is a child I plan to send to the Fatalin Association can stay to replace him." Two claws walked to Moradron said.

"How many were found?" Moradron turned and walked towards the castle, asking as he walked.

"Count the child's words, three." Two claws followed the baron's footsteps and walked with him.

"What about abilities?"

"The kid didn't know where to get a giant eagle, but he hadn't grown up yet. But he has become his favorite. He can even communicate the vision of the eagle through his own ability. Originally we had three claws, I think he It ’s better to send it to the Fatalin Association. ”Two Claws explained. "But now he can only be left."

"Well, the person responsible for the investigation."

"There is also a monk who, according to him, serves the plague god."

"Mars?" Moradron asked with a frown. The believer of this **** was very troublesome.

"No," two claws paused, and frowned. "An unheard of god, Haddadi. He thinks the plague is actually making people stronger."

"Old God?" Moradron shook his head. "The old believers are mostly fanatics."

"I don't know, I haven't studied the deity, but he is very strong. We use it."

Moradron nodded, and now his organization lacks manpower, and even the most powerful people are lacking. It is a pity that Three Claws died. His ability is convenient for many things.

"There is another guy who can control the blood to a certain extent." The two claws continued. "He is a bit weak now, but give him some time to practice, I believe he will become stronger."

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Moradron did not answer. He needed powerful members, not companions of this strange ability. But he also knew that this kind of thing was not urgent. His experience in the water cell made him extremely patient.

"If there is a good mage, recruit them." Moradron said after a brief silence.

"Follow the order, sir." Two claws nodded and said. "The strength of two mages is not bad. I will invite them to join."

Moradron fell into silence again, he was thinking. The Fatalin Association is developing faster than expected, and it is a good thing as an ally. But his own forces are not developing fast enough, he needs more strength. But when everything is restricted, how can it develop faster?

The output of his fiefdom is very small. Even if he started some trade with Fatalin, whether it is on the surface or under the surface, the increase in income is limited. The war made a lot of money for his soldiers, but his income was average, and a lot of expenses, especially for hiring soldiers, made him barely make some money.

Both the Duke's side and his newly-weds hinted that when the war was over, the Duke would give himself a gift, including a title for the count. The port of Muros is unlikely to be sealed to itself, and should be left to the surrendering earl or to be taken back by the duke. Then the only remaining city with the last count is Diamantre City.

Will he be willing to buy Diamanteray City? Moradron was a bit unsure, would Duke Ron send such a big gift in order to win him?

"Do you think the Duke of Ron will give me Diamantray Cheng?" Moradron turned and asked his companion.

"..." Two claws began to think carefully about the possibility of this matter.

"I think it is possible." He took a long time to speak again. "If he wants to take back Del Sur, connect Ruun Island, Del Sur and New Ruen together."

"Oh, I see. With Capos City and Port of Muros. He restored his nominal territory." Moradron suddenly understood what Duke Ruen wanted to do.

"Yes, adult. In this way, all the territory of Ruen's territory is under his control. But the adult may not become the lord of Port Muros." Two Claws added.

"No, you don't understand. Port Muros will be held in his hand. He will definitely give me Diamantri. The lord of a city is safer than the lord of a vast expanse of land. This is his philosophy. Moradron said with a smile.

If he can own Diamanteray City, then relying on his own trade, he has enough strength. More powerful than the seaside port Del Sur.

"But it has also become very troublesome. I need to work harder recently to make my dear wife pregnant with the child." Moradron grinned badly.

"Sorry, sir. I can't understand ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ frowning with two claws and saying, he can't understand how pregnant with the child is related to the territories." It's not that you should show Duke Ruen that you would give up Del Su Baron title? "

"No, of course not." Moradron shook his head, realizing that he lacked a consultant and staff who understood the rules between nobles. "If my wife is pregnant with a child, then he will have the blood of the Ruhn family. I will then take Del Sur to be too messy now, and have no reassurance to take her back to New Ruhn under the pretext of taking care of her."

"Hostage, I understand." Two claws understood Moradron's meaning. "But why not hand over the title of Baron Del Sur to the Duke of Rune?"

"You don't understand that the nobles value the title very much. I have to behave like them. I care about the title very much, and each one is unwilling to give up. Unless I give my own child." Moradron explained. Secretly sighing, the so-called two-claw wizard is powerful, but it is an idiot in the unspoken rules between nobles.

"In this way, when Duke Ron gave me the title of Earl, he knew that I would do whatever he asked me to do to keep the title," Moradron continued.

"Understood, the hostages and greed for the title." Two claws completely understood this time. "Cooperating with your past loyalty performance, I don't think Duke Ruon has a better candidate."

"Yes, but we also need to work harder and perform better." Moradron's vision of the future made him smile on his face. After thinking about this, I can look forward to the joy of the future. Dilute the sense of loss when losing the three claws.

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