Chapter 604 20. The End of the Mad King (Part 2) --- Add More Updates for the Presumptuous Brothers in Midsummer [6/10]
Chapter 604 20. The End of the Crazy King (Part 2) --- Add more updates for the presumptuous brothers in Midsummer [610]
"I said, are you deliberately leading the wrong way?"
In the dungeon of Eresalas, Modant Eternal Shadow changed into a suit of clothes, Luminas held the rune sword around his neck, and walked in the intricate city under the hidden protection of the shadow of the leaves.
This former high-elf great magister is now very embarrassed. A few years ago, he was thrown into prison by the tyrannical mad king because he opposed the massacre of the people by Torsedrin. If it wasn't for Lumina Si accidentally rescued him, and he was afraid that he would die on the spot in the battle tonight.
But the death lord didn't come to do good deeds, she just gave Modant the necessary water and food, and then forced Modant to take her to find the Holy Sword Quel'Sera with a weapon.
"I swear, ma'am, I'm not leading the wrong way."
Mordant licked his chapped lips. Forced by the cold sword on his neck, he dragged his tired body and trudged through the familiar city. It has been ten thousand years, and judging from his experience, the weird elf lady behind him is definitely a ruthless character who kills people without blinking an eye. He doesn't want to provoke her, but he has to tell Luminas something.
"Listen, ma'am, I don't know where you heard the story about the holy sword Quel'sera, but what I want to tell you is that the holy sword has been damaged in the catastrophe of the cataclysm, Tosser That lunatic Delin has been trying to repair it, but he lacks several key materials, so the holy sword has been in a state of damage. In addition, I don't doubt your force, but the holy sword is placed in Torsedrin's bedroom , there are at least a few thousand well-trained guards loyal to that madman..."
Modant coughed lightly:
"I mean... you'd better be prepared."
"There are more than a few thousand people who have died by my sword..."
Luminas sneered, and she sent the long sword forward. The skin on Mordant's neck was cut open immediately, and blood flowed out, causing the weak Grand Magister to immediately raise his hands, and then he heard death The lord's indifferent voice:
"I don't mind killing a few thousand more in this damn place...I just want the holy sword, understand? Also...what's the matter with your bastard bodies? You have magic addiction too, right? "
Luminas is a high elf, although she has a rare low-magic physique among elves, so she did not become Salaine after being awakened after death, but she did hear a lot about magic addiction from Tyrion. It can be seen at a glance that the highborne Mordant in front of him is very weak, but this weakness is not due to injury or long-term imprisonment, but because of his body's hunger for magic power.
And it's not just Modante, all the highborne elves I met along the way have this problem. In her view, this dungeon is simply an ugly lair for a group of magic addicts, full of people who have been defeated by magic addiction. Madmen of the will.
Facing Luminas' questioning, Modant laughed nervously twice:
"Of course, magic addiction, hehe, ma'am, you are also an elf, and you seem to be one of the descendants of Dath'Remar. I have seen your ancestors with my own eyes. They were also troubled by magic addiction, but I'm sure, No matter what happened to them, they would be luckier by Syndra... Our leader Torsedrin has gone mad, especially after his father Virins disappeared... that cowardly guy is addicted to magic Destroyed sanity."
"He said he was going to save us, and in the end, he brought us into hell... 400 years ago, 170 years ago, 17 years ago, time and time again, I've been through those hells, overnight, to ensure He and his henchmen have plenty of magic, and time and time again he sends those executioners to kill his own people, to assassinate those who oppose him endlessly... Rivers of blood, rivers of blood."
The great magister seemed to be crazy, and he sat down on the ground regardless of the long sword that Luminas was holding around his neck:
"The stolen magic power is not enough. Ten people share the magic power, and everyone can only get one-tenth. Torsedrin is crazy. He killed five people, so everyone can get one-fifth. We Standing on the sidelines, just because we too can get favors, but our hands are covered with blood, just like those executioners... It is not the lack of magic that weighs us down, but our inner conscience, which is hidden ... we are damned!"
"Everyone alive in this city deserves to die! Not a single innocent person! They're all murderers! They're all murderers!!!"
Modante seemed to have been defeated, rolling around on the ground with his head in his arms, screaming in pain, like a complete psychopath, Luminas soon realized that she actually Find a lunatic to lead the way.
This made the little sister very dissatisfied, she raised the rune sword to get rid of the noisy lunatic at her feet, but at the moment she swung the sword, she suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and the next moment, the little sister grabbed Modant's body Collar, she stared fiercely at the half-mad magician, and slapped him twice to wake him up, then the young lady gritted her teeth and said:
"Then do you want revenge? Do you want to wash the blood off your hands? You see, if you want to atone for your sins, you have to kill the person who brought all these disasters with your own hands. What kind of Tosselin is that? Or Tossedrin's?" Crazy? As long as he is still there, you will not be free even after committing suicide. In short, I mean, I can give you a chance to redeem your sins! Do you want it?"
"Atonement?"
A gleam of light flashed in Modant's chaotic eyes. He knelt on the ground, clutching the young lady's wrist with both hands, and screamed:
"Yes! Redemption! I want to make redemption, wash off the blood on my hands, Syndra can no longer die! Our race can't just fall into the abyss, Torsedrin is the culprit! Kill him! Kill him! It's all over! What do I do? Tell me, ma'am, what do I do?"
"Ha, it's very simple."
Luminas grabbed Mordant from the ground, imitating Tyrion's appearance when he was bewitching people, and helped the great magister pat the dust off her body, she whispered:
"You just said that that lunatic killed many of your clansmen, right? Tsk tsk, it's disgusting, it deserves to be cut to pieces, but what I want to know more is... where did you bury those corpses?"
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"Hold the line! Defend our magic! No one can take that magic away from us! No one!"
In Torsedrin's bedroom, the roar of the mad king Torsedrin, who has long been driven mad by strange magic power, echoed in the palace like a wild beast. This high-borne elf still retains the appearance of ten thousand years ago He has long since lost the elegance he had when he was a magic prince. Under that handsome body, there is a soul that has become rotten and smelly after living in an isolated city for 10,000 years.
He can mercilessly exile his compatriots to the wilderness to be pecked by wild beasts in order to enjoy the magic power, and he can also ruthlessly kill those magisters who have dedicated everything for the existence of Syndra because of some gossip. .
Through the dirty means of controlling the rationing of magic power, Torsedrin created an army as shameless as himself. They held enchanted weapons from the elf empire period. In this small city, they lived as a privileged class. identities, ruling the city for their evil master.
And now, with their reign at stake, Torsedrin has an enemy he can't afford...and worst of all, that enemy could have been Syndra's ally, and it was his greed and madness that drove Ky Elsas was pushed against him, and he was about to pay the price.
The shadow of defeat hangs over Torsedrin. This is a fear that has never been seen in the 10,000 years of carelessness. It makes his already overwhelmed poor nerves sway crazily again. On the throne, Torsedrin was like a poor thing being roasted on the flames, his eyes were full of hysterical madness, and behind that madness was an unbearable fear.
"They're coming...they're coming to steal my magic."
Torsedrin sat alone on the throne and whispered. He suddenly looked around nervously, like a beast infected by fear. On the edge of a cliff, a weak person in a desperate situation often makes crazy decisions.
They must be crazy, otherwise once they calm down, the fear that has filled their hearts will swallow them in an instant. If they don't want to face the fear, they must choose to be crazy.
"Guards! Guards!"
Torsedrin shouted suddenly, and after a while, several armed guards rushed into the palace. They looked at their mad king, who took a deep breath, his eyes were shining with strange light, he stood Before the throne, he whispered:
"Don't be afraid, guards of Syndra, you don't need to be afraid, because I already have a way to deal with the intruders..."
Guards, look at me, I look at you, no one believes that this madman in front of him can deal with the enemies who are armed with steel outside, but now, they have nowhere to go.
"Go! Tell the mages in the magic pool."
Torsedrin's eyes widened, and those silver eyes were bloodshot:
"Go and tell them, prepare to undo Immotar's seal... Our magic source is already "hungry", let it devour those ignorant invaders, make it stronger, and then... .Then we'll have plenty of magic to enjoy... Go! Go!"
Under Torsedrin's scolding, the guards knew that it was a crazy idea, but they still chose to obey the king's order. However, the moment these guards rushed out of the palace, they saw a picture Weird scene.
The corpses of the dozens of soldiers guarding the entrance of the palace were lying on the ground. Their corpses were shriveled, as if all the blood had been drained, and in their dim eyes, there was still a gleam of blood. The last breath of fear before death, it's like seeing... like seeing the real hell.
"Yo, it's great that the mad king's henchmen have come out again."
An indifferent and calm voice sounded in front of these guards. On the empty ground, a layer of light curtain was restrained. Luminas, holding two black swords, spread her arms. She tilted her head and used The blood-red eyes stared at the few lonely guards in front of her, and floating behind her was a large group of indescribable blood-red mist, and the mist drifted like "alive".
"Eternal Shadow!"
Luminas shouted impatiently:
"How long will you and your friends wait? The Valkyries of Dark Blade have cured your addiction and given you a new life... Now, it's time for you to return Dark Blade!"
"Follow...ma'am"
An indifferent voice sounded from the blood-red mist wrapped around the little sister's back. Under the horrified gaze of several guards, the blood-colored mist condensed into hazy figures one after another. They used bloody power to condense gorgeous robes. Their eyes were blood red, and their appearance was not in the slightest pain of being eroded by magic addiction. Their skin was pale, under the light of the halo, in the swaying bloody mist, they looked like floating avengers returning from hell.
They were the Avengers, of course, and the guards backed away in terror. They knew the men before them, and they had executed some of them with their own hands.
These, these are the archmages who were assassinated by Torsedrin in the past who disobeyed him... Now, they have returned from the cold tomb... Bringing back new power, bringing back new Will, brought back a terrifying vengeance.
And the leader of these newborn highborne elves Salein is the half-crazy great magister...the one who was thrown in prison by Torsedrin...Modant Eternal Shadow.
"We serve a greater power."
Yongying raised his finger and pointed slightly forward. Behind him, beyond the 12 blood-red shadows, the energy filled with blood power was like a mist, roaring and sealing off all the roads leading to the palace in front of him. Amidst the terrified screams of those guards, Yongying's blood-red eyes shone with a hint of revenge.
Behind him, the corpses reawakened from the dark tombs of the dungeon are using the city as a hunting ground, driven by the power of death, to avenge those executioners with blood on their hands...despite being resurrected There are not many corpses, but under the double pressure of the high elves and human coalition forces on the ground and the undead underground, the fragile order of this dungeon has long since disappeared.
The "shelter" that the Syndra elves took nearly a thousand years to build is completely over.
"Brothers...Torthedrin will die here, the Mad King will die at our hands...Sindra will usher in the true dawn..."
"In the name of Dark Blade! Sentence the mad king... to death!"