The Legend of Fatality

"I thank you for telling me this information, great warlord." Tangul coughed slightly and began to say in diplomatic tone. "I am the Prophet Tangul, and I humbly pay tribute to you in front of you, and provide you with the Union of the Magic Capital Committee."

Tangul knew that it was a bit premature to say this now, but he decided to say anything he wanted to get rid of this **** situation.

"We don't need an alliance, the Prophet Tangul. Don't you understand that what you see here is just the vanguard of a greater master. The gods set off again to seize the land of humanity. Those in front of this power of destruction Unyielding people, especially when they face my Lord Sasolion, will be completely destroyed. The world will be purified and reshaped in the image we desire, all false gods and their followers Will be swept away. "

There is something in Alex's voice that makes people have to believe. His words almost persuaded Tangul, but the Prophet was a cunning wizard and had a good education in magic, so when he encountered a powerful spell, he would not recognize it. He used his willpower to eliminate the hypnotic compulsive effect in his voice. He glanced at Luck and knew that his servant had not done so. He was watching Alek and was fascinated by the other party.

Tangul can understand why. Luck was fascinated by what the Warlord had said before that his change was a gift from Susorion, and his weak heart was confused by the dark illusion of conquering the world lingering behind the dissident of Susorion.

Luck even raised his head from the dirt to better hear them. The two wizards looked down at him with mocking interest. When his enemies seemed to be in a mood to answer his questions, Tangul focused his attention on the matter at hand, thinking that he had better figure out what had happened,

"So, all the evil ... the powers of the gods are dispatched?"

"Yeah, that's it. Before one party takes action, the other party must respond to avoid losing some advantages."

These words make sense to the squirrels as savvy as Tangul. This is exactly the strategy his own family adopted when the political struggle of the magic capital retreated. He felt that he began to understand what was happening here, and even felt that he could use it to serve himself.

Maybe he could even understand why these Sasolian admirers spared him. Perhaps this evil spirit is the same as what he has heard.

"Our alliance is good," Tangul said. "My **** is great and has great power. And my people have a huge army."

Tangul was very nervous. There is no doubt that from the reputation of the evil gods, this Sausorion may be the only reasonable evil god. The reason they forgave him may be that he was prepared to require him to do something, but it might be like the jockeys who caught him, treating him as a clown and throwing it to the warlord. He wasn't sure what these creatures who had not been humans would think.

"Your **** is weaker than ours, the Prophet Tangul, but his help may be useful. Your army may join our army in time. Of course, we are the only team willing to provide this offer. Kohuon's followers The followers are too barbaric. The followers of Lalta only care about the spread of their dirty plague, while the followers of Slyves are too focused on their own pursuit of happiness, they only consider these. As for the team of others, I think you probably wo n’t see it. "

"I will pass on your words to the Modu Committee and explain everything you have said to them." Tangul took a long sigh of relief in the bottom of his heart, and finally let down the suspended heart. Then he skillfully uttered these hollow words with his mouth, and at the same time he had been worried that Luck would jump out and hurt him.

"Of course you have to do this, the Prophet Tangul of the Ratman, your reward will be very generous."

"I thank you, great warlord." Suddenly, Tangul thought of an idea. He doubted whether his request would be approved, but he did not see any harm in making this request. "I feel your army is carrying something called a magic stone."

"This is one of our master's greatest gifts for the release of witchcraft and the manufacture of weapons."

"We use it for the same purpose, and I think it may be a sign of our common purpose," Tangul said with excitement, satisfied with his eloquence.

"Do you want some?" The wizard holding the golden staff suddenly asked. Tangul was taken aback by this remark, he did not believe his luck. He licked his lips greedily, thinking about how to answer, and whether the other party was testing himself.

"Yes! Yes!" He said, his desire for magic stones overwhelming reason.

"Then you take it." The wizard holding the golden staff bent his fingers, and the air in front of him began to flash and glow. Green magic stone dust and particles flow together to form a ball as big as Tangul's fist.

The wizard used another action to spin it and flew towards the Rat Prophet. Tangul immediately knew what it was and snatched it from the air. When he wrapped his paw around the ball, he felt a tingle.

He hurriedly stuffed it into his pocket. He couldn't believe that the fools gave him the key to such great power. But he has long learned to believe in some kind of inner instinct, and now this instinct is telling him to be careful. Maybe all this is just a trap.

Despite this, he still didn't quite understand how this would benefit the admirers of these evil gods. He is already in their hands. Of course, if you take into account Sasolion's reputation, then the other party may indeed lead him into a huge and terrible conspiracy plan.

Judging from the stories about Thasorion, the evil spirit is more interested in conspiracy and planning than in realizing this great conspiracy and plan. After all, he failed many times, but on several occasions, he even provided some clues to the opponents who broke his plan, and let them find his plan like a puzzle.

"You have a territory nearby," Alek said. "That place is called the Endless Abyss. I will instruct my knight to **** you there. May you pass our words on to your ruler, the Prophet Tangul of the Ratman, to say good things to us."

"Relax, I will." Tangul said, praying silently to the devil, thanking him for his life-saving grace. It seems that he and Luck will leave this group of believers of evil gods with their lives ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ but the part of suspicion that kept him alive for so long told him that things will not be so easy.

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Bane watched Malgrim roll up the blanket and put it in the backpack on the back of the donkey. The dwarf looked at them and shook his head.

"I wanted to tell you all to be careful, but to say this to the seven oath takers and one recorder is too stupid, so I can only thank you for letting me use your fire, your food and you Companionship. "

"Do you have any news about the road ahead?" Bai En asked.

"Yes," the prospector said. "If you walk for another day or so, you will see the village of Gert. It's a strange place, a place where prospectors meet, a place where mountain people trade. There is also a deep mine. And a hotel. I suggest that you take advantage of this opportunity because that is the last few friendly faces you will see in a while. "

Malgrim paused, considering what he was going to say next. "If the orcs did not level this place to the ground."