Arcane Journey

Chapter 244 The Uninvited Guest

She forced herself to calm down and think about the situation.

She suppressed the uneasiness in her heart, and looked at the group of uninvited guests who appeared in the living room with scrutiny.

Right in front of her line of sight was a woman with astonishing beauty. She had blazing hair in a vermilion gown, and a scarlet tights outlined her perfect figure.

She was looking at herself unscrupulously with playful eyes, she thought.

The evil light in her eyes made her feel extremely uneasy.

To the woman's right, at a distance, is a formidable-looking red wizard with grim, jewel-like green eyes and a narrow, hooked nose, though he is a According to the traditional tradition, he shaved his head baldly, but he was very proud of his thick gray and white beard.

This is obviously more like provoking Searle's authority.

This is indeed the case, otherwise how could he go to the Dragon Worship Cult.

The leader of the Dragon Worship Cult is a tall and straight man, wearing a dark purple robe and a dark red mask shaped like a horned skull, standing quietly as if he didn't exist.

Among the four, he kept the closest distance to the red-robed wizard, which proved that the cooperation between the two should be the closest.

On the contrary, it was the ghost mage standing at the door of the living room. He was wearing a black robe, his face was hidden in the shadow of the hood, and only a pair of cold pale red eyes were exposed.

The distance between him and the other three, judging by the standards of spellcasters, was kept just right.

"Have you considered my proposal?"

The beautiful woman in the blazing red robe folded her hands on her chest, and said in a cold voice, "Our patience is limited, don't make me wait too long, or I will just vent my anger elsewhere , the female lord of Araby City, dear Ms. Myrcella Lauer."

limited patience...

The female lord sat on the chair gracefully. She was as beautiful as all young women, with a beautiful face, smooth and fair skin, long brown-red hair hanging over her shoulders, and a serious and quiet face.

Although the enemies she faced were the leader of the Cult of the Dragon, the Hand of the High King in the City of Shade, the military adjutant of the Duke of Hell, and the traitors of the Red Wizards, her delicate face did not reveal any panic.

"When shields become prosthetic legs and long swords become crutches, people's hearts will also collapse. When family members become prizes and enemies become nobles, hope will also disappear."

Myrcella recalled those desperate words again.

In her short life, she has experienced many wars and countless adventures.

Once, cheese, fruit and scrolls, these ordinary things, could make her understand what is real and pure happiness when she was less than 20 years old.

Now, her clear silver-gray eyes often reveal the sadness brought about by those conflicts, as well as the wisdom enough to despise war.

After all, there is a rhythm to everything, a cycle, and nothing stays the same, not even the near-immortal and great gods.

What's more, they are mortals who hover in front of limited time.

She was thinking and deliberating, and from the corner of her eyes, she looked at the tower spirit of the mage tower, the cat that often brought her a little smile.

It curled up on the chair, trembling all over, with a small and straight nose, a smooth mouth, soft feet and a golden tail, it has already changed from a real substance to a nearly transparent color, as if it only needs to be touched lightly , it will collapse at any time.

"Damn it, the house was stolen." The cat said weakly.

Her mage tower has come under a terrible attack.

I don't know when, two Felin Mokui, which are so ancient that they can be traced back to the era of the three creator races, quietly lurked deep in the ground of her mage tower.

They cut off the connection between the mage tower and the elemental pool, and the tower spirit would fall into a deep sleep at any time due to the attack of the two magic sunflower elders and the loss of energy.

How is a mage tower without energy supply and tower spirit control different from ordinary buildings?

This group of uninvited guests successfully landed inside the mage tower without any effort.

As the female lord of Araby City, Myrcella has guarded the northern border of the Kingdom of Cormyr for so many years, and even witnessed the incarnation of Bane, the god of tyranny, descending on her city.

She has endured all these disasters alone, but this time, she can't see any hope, even a faint light.

The city of Araby is the pillar of the northern border of the Kingdom of Cormyr. If it falls because of this, many surrounding towns and territories will encounter unimaginable disasters.

This also includes Mokou Town.

When she left Mokou Town, she also confidently told the young mage lord that he must persevere, and she would come to assist him in defense soon.

Who would have thought, but it has evolved into such a situation.

"What's the point of talking to her?" The red-robed wizard said impatiently, "Just follow what we discussed before."

"A super-spellcaster in the legendary field, in our Searle, countless colleagues covet this beautiful lady, so her body must belong to me."

As he spoke, he unscrupulously looked at the female lord's delicate body with narrow and vicious eyes, and his tone was full of mockery:

"One pint of blood, three pints of ocher jelly monster, and a dozen orchids of acid extracted from the body of the black pudding monster, and then prepare a viscous solution to seal this beautiful corpse in the sarcophagus. Only a flawless glue monster is made."

He's trying to provoke me, that might disappoint him, Myrcella thought calmly: Because he won't have this chance,

Even if she is defeated and dies, she will let herself die with dignity.

"The mage's tower and the city are mine," said Hajhorna, Hand of the High King from the City of Shade, coldly.

You'll only get one ruin, Myrcella thought: one that will cost you dearly.

"My requirements are not high."

Severin, the leader of the Dragon Cult wearing a dark red skull mask, glanced at Hajhorner and said in a soft tone, "I need the wealth of the entire kingdom."

Greedy dragons, even their five-color dragon queens are no exception, Myrcella thought to herself: the greedy dragon queen paired with greedy believers, he has already begun to test on the verge of death.

"Then what are you waiting for, do it as soon as possible, don't waste time here." The red-robed wizard raised his voice and said to everyone.

"I need a complete soul." The high-ranking devil from Baator Hell glanced unkindly at the clamoring red-robed wizard, and still looked at the female lord unwillingly, "This is the last chance. As a wise wizard, I I believe you will make the most sensible choice, ma'am."

complete soul.

Myrcella sighed softly in her heart, recalling the devil's words.

In the material world, if she dies accidentally, if she is willing, then with the purity of her own soul, as well as her own strength and willpower, as long as her soul does not die for some reason, it is easy for her to reincarnate into a high-level devil .

It's just that at that time, she will forget too many things, because any reincarnation will lose a lot of memories.

Even the believers of the gods are the same. After entering the Kingdom of God, they will only retain the memory of pious faith, while other memories will gradually fade until they disappear completely.

The reason why this high-level devil is so persistent is that he wants to obtain a complete soul.

In Bator Hell, if she signs a contract with the devil and is willing to degenerate, then she will not only transform into a high-level devil, but will not lose a lot of memory because of it.

"This is your best choice to preserve Araby City." The devil began to persuade.

"As long as you are willing to make a deal with Zariel, the Lord of Hell, I will save the city of Araby for you. Otherwise, all you will see is a ruin and countless dead bodies. And your soul will be destroyed by me forever." Imprisoned and tortured with pain."

"I disappoint you, no one can take away my soul." Myrcella gently brushed the ends of her hair gracefully, and said in a calm tone, "Without my permission, even the gods can't take it away. "

As a rational spellcaster, she naturally knew the dire consequences of dealing with the devil.

She will not become a fallen person, nor will she be coerced into joining the devil's camp.

This is her final bottom line.

As for Arabe City...the only thing she can do is to have a clear conscience, that's all.

It is also a good choice to be born in sorrow and die in peace.

After all, she bears too many responsibilities alone, maybe this can be regarded as another kind of relief.

"Although my mage tower has lost its energy supply." She said calmly, her words were full of threats.

"But it doesn't mean that it has really become a useless ruin. If you have any means, just use it. I will guarantee that I will take at least one of you away before I die."

She looked at the four uninvited guests with meaningful eyes, as if she was picking the weakest among the four.

She saw the red-robed wizard's subconsciously dodging eyes, and suddenly realized something.

She smiled and looked at him intriguingly, as if telling him that she had chosen the lucky one who was the most suitable to take away.

They didn't take her words lightly, and all looked at the female lord sitting gracefully on the chair with solemn eyes.

"I'm really looking forward to the hideous face of a noble and beautiful woman before she dies and fights back." Haj Horna, the Hand of the High King from the City of Shadows, rubbed his fingers against the staff that leaked dark energy, coldly Channel:

"Believe me, before you take a person, I will trap you in the staff, and you will die slowly in it, being sucked dry by the shadow inside, tearing the flesh, the most interesting part is, even if You are dead, and your punishment will not end, your will will live in the form of a shadow, and suffer eternal torment as an etheric creature."

"That may disappoint you, because you don't have that kind of ability." Myrcella said with sarcasm, "After all, you are just a group of depraved people who claim to be noble and sell their souls, how can you possibly discover arcane magic? The truth, otherwise, why would you never be able to get out of the Enook Desert."

Compared with the descendants of Netheril in the City of Shade, Brann from the kingdom of Halrua was a different race from them, she thought.

"Her soul is mine, and no one has the right to touch it." The high-level devil reminded.

"Mortal mage, since you don't want to throw yourself into the arms of our lord."

She said in a cold voice, "Then I can only do my best to preserve the integrity of your soul. Aren't you a pure and noble female lord? Very good, then I will transform you into a erotic demon and teach you how to arrange flowers and make jade." skills."

"It can be seen that you are the pathology of a humble person." Myrcella's words gradually became more relaxed, and she satirized without fear:
"There is no doubt that you have suffered painful torture and abuse in a humble capacity. I suggest that you should believe in the goddess of pain, Lovita. What do you think of my proposal, pure and pure Miss Evil Demon?"

"You've made me lose my patience, ma'am." Anger flashed across the pure face of the high-ranking devil.

"Then what's the point, imprison her soul and preserve her body to see if her mouth is still so hard." The red-robed wizard yelled, and then took two steps back subconsciously.

"Then go ahead." The female lord of Araby City said solemnly: "Since you are so impatient to get on the road, then I will grant your last wish."

In an instant, the warm and comfortable living room became tense, like a fireball that had just finished singing and was about to burst at any moment.

The red-haired high-ranking devil slowly drew out his magic sword, and with his left hand lingered a dark flame, he slowly approached Myrcella with careless steps.

At this moment, there was a buzzing sound of the teleportation circle, and the light blue light of the magic circle flickered.

Everyone in the living room looked over with suspicious eyes.

I don't know who can break in when the space is blocked.

Myrcella, who looked highly vigilant, also cast doubtful gazes at the flickering and buzzing magic circle.

Obviously, no one knew who the fifth uninvited guest was.

The moment the magic circle faded away, a figure in a dark purple cloak appeared in everyone's sight and became the focus of the living room.

He was dusty, his face was slightly tired and embarrassed, and the old black leather boots on his feet were still stained with blood, as if he had just fought a fierce battle.

"Brian!"

Seeing the familiar figure, Myrcella almost exclaimed, she couldn't believe why the other party appeared here at this time.

The four uninvited guests obviously recognized his identity, and their expressions relaxed, revealing various weird expressions.

Brian turned around and walked towards Myrcella nonchalantly.

After he met the beautiful silver-gray eyes of the female lord, he immediately sent her a message through a mind link: "I already know what happened here, let me solve it."

He came to the chair where the cat was curled up, grabbed the soft flesh on its neck and lifted it up, then sat on the chair, and put the almost transparent cat into his arms.

Seeing Brian acting as if nothing had happened and completely ignoring the actions of the enemy, Myrcella was surprised, but after looking into those deep and confident eyes, she finally chose to believe him.

Because in her opinion, this is her last hope right now.

"You group of uninvited guests." Brian sat on the chair, stroking the cat curled up in his arms, and looked at the group of uninvited guests with a flat expression, "You plan to drown us Arabe with your own saliva The mistress of the city?"

The petted cat seemed to enjoy it very much, and the gloomy body recovered a little bit of spirit.

"Who am I? Such a big show."

Hajhorner sneered and said: "It seems that you have been beaten and fled by my subordinates. I regret to tell you that your choice of reckless choice is still a tomb."

"You're right, I did flee from Mokou Town." Brian didn't deny it, and looked at the ghost mage provocatively.

"Your second sentence is also very correct. This is indeed a tomb. As for whose tomb is it, can you decide?"

"Then we will wait and see." Hajhorner raised his staff and said murderously: "Today is your end, and your female lord can't protect you."

Seeing that the opponent was about to attack, although Brian looked calm, he was still a little flustered inside.

"Don't be in a hurry to die. Before the battle, I want to say a few words to this friend."

He quickly turned his attention to the high-ranking devil, "If I'm not mistaken, this should be Miss Rila Mier, right?"

"Oh, you know me?" The high-ranking female devil raised a few ounces of interest, stretched out her hand to interrupt Hajhorner's actions, and looked at Brian, "Seeing that you came here so confidently, I'm afraid there is no purpose, I I'll give you a chance to speak out."

Seeing the female devil pick up his words, Brian secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

As he expected, this is an unstable alliance, the devil wants to claim Myrcella's complete soul, Hajhorna wants the complete mage tower, and Severin needs a lot of wealth in order to summon the Dragon Queen Do support.

Therefore, in this situation where they have the chance to win, they will even interfere with each other for their own interests.

In this case, he will have enough time to fight back.

Obviously, the villain dies of talking too much, which is very useful anywhere.

"As expected of a military adjutant from Avernas." Brian put his hand on the cat from the beginning to the end, stroked it gently, and said embarrassingly:
"You have also seen our current situation. To fight against you is undoubtedly playing against your will. I know you are very interested in our female lord of Araby City."

He deliberately paused, glanced at the female lord beside him, and continued, "If you say that I came here to make a deal with you, would you believe it?"

His words attracted everyone's attention, including the female lord of Araby City.

"Deal?" The high-level devil chuckled, "You are the first mortal who dared to offer me a deal since I came to the material world."

"Since it's the first one, should you give me a little discount?"

Bryan tried his best to conceal the greed in his words, "For example, with my current ability, if I transform into a devil, will I become a high-level hell fiend?"

"Boy, don't tell me that you made a deal with the devil just to save your female lord." The red-robed wizard suddenly picked up the conversation, and said in a mocking tone, "Licking a dog is not easy these days. Nothing."

Standing beside the red-robed wizard, Severin, the leader of the Dragon Cult, suddenly frowned when he looked at the mage lord in Mokou Town.

He felt something was wrong, but he didn't know where the problem was.

This mage lord, whose strength is less than the legendary realm, was too calm.

"I let you down, bald man." Brian laughed at himself:
"I'm not qualified to be a dog licker yet. After all, with my current ability, I can only hug thighs at most. Of course, if it's beautiful legs in stockings, that's naturally the best choice. What do you think, Miss Rila Mier?"

After saying this, he looked at the female devil's slender thighs with unscrupulous eyes.

"Giggle..."

Rilamer was amused, she looked at Brian with interested eyes, the corners of her mouth curled up slightly, and she said playfully: "It's interesting."

Her eyes were full of charm, her expression seemed to be provocative, she gently raised her finger and hooked it, and said frivolously: "Come here, little guy, let my sister take a good look, what right do you have to talk to me?" Negotiate terms."

"Giggle..."

In the slutty and charming laughter, her crystal eyes seemed to shimmer, there was a sweet smile on the corner of her mouth, her slender waist was swaying, and the arc was touching, just looking at it, one can't help but feel thirsty .

The same was true for Brian. There was a hint of greed and desire in his eyes, and he looked a little confused. He put down the cat in his arms, stood up and walked towards the devil.

However, when he was about to approach the other party, a trace of coldness suddenly appeared in his greedy eyes.

——"Acanon Storm!"

An invisible gust of wind lifted Brian's messy long hair, and the energy condensed by the chaos of the four major elements surged out of his body like a tide, sweeping towards the four people in the living room like a never-ending howling storm. .

The female lord at the side also got up from the chair in an instant, showing a murderous look on her beautiful face.

"Taling listens!"

"Activate the core device of the mage tower! Turn on the first-level security!"

Myrcella raised her staff and knocked on the ground, and an invisible wave of energy spread rapidly.

The dim cat suddenly returned to normal, jumped up from the chair, and its soft hair stood up like steel needles:

"...Extremely awesome!...Activate the energy pulse beam!...Open the space anchor lock!...Block all the channels of different dimensions!...The portal is closed!...Open the soul phantom!...Ether locks the target! ...The anti-necromancer force field is activated!..."

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(End of this chapter)