The Legend of Fatality

Malfoy struggled to control his emotions, still with contempt on his face. Leopold looked at him keenly, obviously eager to see what effect his words had.

"What did you get from it?" Malfoy asked cautiously. Although he had to admit that his interest was aroused, it was impossible to rush for success.

"Bargaining power." Leopold said, his impaired voice ringing loudly. "Whether I go back to Christopher or want to escape his revenge, my life will be taken away. But I see the signs in you. My master is very cunning, many people want to get you News. If I take you to see him, my status will be restored. Do you understand? We can help each other. "

Malfoy put a hand in the cloak, fingers tightly grasping the ring he took. He pondered while absently playing with the gadget. The act of betrayal can always be considered, but the ruined person in front of him seems to have no other ability but a little trick.

This opportunity is very attractive. The matter had reached a critical juncture, and he took care of Ms. Akanis' orders. If he missed this opportunity, he might not get it again. He put the ring back in the folds of the cloak and pulled himself back to a standing position. He was already standing in front of this incomplete human, but he allowed himself to use a subtle art to increase his sense of majesty, and he bent forward slightly to extend the shadow he cast.

"Understand this, humans," Malfoy said, blurting out the threatening words like poison. "If there is a lie in anything you say, then your death will reach a new level of pain and depravity. There is no doubt that my art is unparalleled in that field. You can take me to Christopher . If he can take me to the voters of the God of your faith, then your poor life will not be in danger, at least not under threat from me. Can this be understood? "First https: // https: //

Leopold looked up at him timidly, and any attempt to disguise his fear was now forgotten.

"Yes, my lord," he said, his voice husky and trembling. "You can trust me."

Malfoy glanced at him contemptuously.

"It's better to be like this," he said. "Now we can go."

The bruised man struggled to stand up and stumbled out of the study. Malfoy followed him, with a dark and contented expression on his face. Considering what happened, this is the most promising progress. The Archmage may have survived, but his other tasks are progressing smoothly. Cruz's **** is dead, and the way to the chosen person has been found. If he could find a way to report the news, he knew that Ms. Akanis would be very happy.

Malfoy quietly raised his staff while thinking, and the black snake-like flame spreading on the staff suddenly appeared and burst out, quickly entangled in the unprepared Leopold von-Shi walking in front of him On Troheim, this poor, incomplete human mage had not even been able to resist, and was swallowed by this group of black flames.

Malfoy used his most powerful spell in order to prevent the opponent's mortal counterattack. When the spell ended, there was only a small body curled up on the ground, and he was breathing as Malfoy walked in. The breeze broke into ashes and drifted in the air.

Betrayal behavior can always be considered, but he knows the surname of this human mage, and also knows what this surname represents behind. Malfoy knew more about the wizard Christopher and the **** he believed in. But the chosen person, Malfoy sneered with disdain, and the cunning evil **** would not easily choose anyone, especially the person who is not a wizard, as the chosen person.

Moreover, Malfoy remembered Ms. Akanis. Although this lady was cruel, she was sane enough. Besides, who can be sure that she is not the one chosen by God? Compared to a cunning and treacherous man who likes to play with conspiracies far more than other gods, Malfoy is more willing to choose a lady who is sensible and can give him a higher status.

However, he did have to leave here as quickly as possible, and Ms. Akanis's order had not been completed. He must go there quickly to complete the most important task.

Draco Malfoy returned to the underground world of Oledov again. He was curious if the high elves could guess that he returned here again. As he walked through the ancient stone walls, he noticed if there were any signs around him to remind him.

This way is safer than he expected. He even suspects that his real plan is completely impossible for anyone to guess. Nearing the end of the underground road, Draco Malfoy laughed when he heard the sound of excavation in the distance and the sound of the dwarf cursing loudly.

When he came to the end of the road, a dozen dwarves were digging a huge foundation constantly, and a man with a big head was cursing those working dwarfs loudly.

"How is the project going?" Draco Malfoy didn't expect the dwarves to dig the foundation. Starting

"Adult, it's very troublesome. The foundation here overlaps with the previous foundation. We can barely dig a passage." The dwarf leader replied. "If you follow your request, it will take at least ten more days."

"Too long," Malfoy was a little angry, but he controlled his emotions. He knew that the interim plan was too hasty, but it was surprising that the foundation was not dug. "How long will it take to collapse it?"

"At least four or five days," the dwarf leader stared at the foundation for a while, and then took out a pen to make a stroke and replied ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ there is only one segment even if it collapses, even from above The effect may not be seen. "

"That's not enough, it must be enough to attract talent." Malfoy frowned, thinking that the plan would fail. He didn't dare to continue thinking, and Ms. Akanis wouldn't care why he failed. He then gritted his teeth and asked. "What if it's fried with gunpowder?"

"Gunpowder?" The dwarf seemed to be very tangled in grasping his long beard, and he gestured again on the parchment for a long time. "Adult, to be honest, I'm not sure. How much gunpowder do you have?"

"Twenty pounds of gunpowder barrels, only ten barrels, is that enough?" Malfoy was not very familiar with these things and could only ask the dwarves. He finally gritted his teeth, adding. "If not enough, I can get ten or twenty barrels."

"Enough is enough," the dwarf had no idea that Malfoy had so much gunpowder. "If it just explodes, it's enough. I can bury the gunpowder barrel in the dug tunnel and seal it when finished. It should be able to explode for at least a dozen yards. The effect must be very violent, but maybe everyone in the city can hear To the explosion. "

"Good," Malfoy asked in a low voice. "But can you do it alone?"

"Of course, adults. It doesn't take too many people to detonate." The dwarf also whispered.

"Well, then, arrange for me to get gunpowder now," Malfoy said, staring in the dwarf's eyes. "Then just leave you alone to detonate. Do you understand?"

The dwarf leader was stared straight and hairy, but he understood the meaning of Malfoy and nodded with emphasis, indicating that he knew what to do.

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