Chapter 980
The thing contained in the black box of the "President" is a crystal clear crimson gemstone, but on this round gemstone, many light blue dense runes form a series of mysterious chains, intertwined and intertwined together. The full energy emanates faintly from the gemstones, and the bright luster is also beautiful against the black box body.
At first glance, such a beautiful gem is as gorgeous as high-quality jewelry, but after the "chairman" seriously said a familiar name, everyone present knew that this stone full of runes What the hell is it.
It is a soul stone, and what is imprisoned in it is the soul of the legendary mage Alvin. After spending an unknown amount of time and using some magical means, the "President" actually put the "Sage of the Inscription" That shattered soul is healed!
"Come, talk to us about Methur's plan, and tell everyone what that Mr. Archmage has done."
Manipulating the ban on the red soul stone opened a hole, and it seemed that the "President" who had negotiated with Owen a long time ago calmly left the stage to this hapless old mage.
And almost at the next moment when the seal of the gemstone was released, the familiar, old, exaggerated and hysterical fluctuations of mental power also rushed out of the gemstone:
"My God, the "river of fate" is visible, and the eyes of judgment can be checked. What I did was all forced. If I had known that Methur was lifeless, unforgivable, unworthy, and full of evil. The bastard is planning such a thing, I will never come to the plane of Faerun, so we are actually on the same front, right? This is a misunderstanding, all misunderstandings..."
"Okay, it's not so easy to draw a conclusion on whether it's a "misunderstanding". Now I need your answer—in the "Praise of Life" project, Mess Ur created so many "oases" in the end. What".
Resolutely interrupted the old mage's cry of grievances, the "President"'s questioning was serious and calm.
Facing an order from the Sunshine Throne, Owen, who had already been imprisoned in the soul stone, naturally did not dare to neglect. He could only stop his crying behavior for a moment, and replied earnestly in a depressed tone:
"That was the beginning of Methur's evil conspiracy. There is no such thing as a "Praise of Life" in the world! Those oases are nothing more than preparatory preparations for cultivating the "Soul of Sorrow Infection Source", Mace Ur forced me to build all the oases together with "Floating Light" Dina Saya and "Heavy Machine Soldier" Horal, expelling all possible biological disasters within the range, controlling the weather so that every The oasis maintains a perfect environment. As for the completely brainwashed mentally handicapped "Sky Shard" Beilein, he still has more important tasks... Anyway, every oasis ends up according to the "Great Mage" A temporary puppet kingdom was quickly established with the wishes of the people, and many people who came here attracted by the name will quickly "reproduce" in a world free from natural disasters and man-made disasters.
And in the dark, my two "colleagues" and I will make these ordinary people all become owners of the blood of magical creatures, and then let them be infected with the "Soul of Sorrow" without exception. The "Soul of Sorrow" will be carried along the blood of these people from generation to generation, and a huge group of infected sources will inevitably occupy every inch of the oasis. When the number of "infected bodies" accumulates enough, they will be forcibly expelled The oasis spread to the entire plane of Faerun through the portal."
As he dictated the astonishing facts, Owen's voice sounded full of helplessness and pain, and such "helplessness" did not imply any adulteration.
It's not hard to see that the old mage really knows what what he is doing represents, and he also knows what kind of consequences this behavior will bring to him.
"God, don't ask me if I'm crazy. Of course I know how large-scale creation of magical creature bloodline owners seeks death. Only a lunatic like Methur dares to provoke the river of fate like this. That guy even specially invented the corresponding legendary-level spells to increase the casting efficiency of "Soul of Sorrow", I really can't help myself as an accomplice!"
Almost every gap was found, and the old mage who had just finished answering the answer hurriedly continued to complain before he could pause. Presumably, the "guild leader" must not have given him much time to express those private thoughts after he cured the chatterer and obtained the information, so that The anxious "sage of inscriptions" has begun to cry out "anywhere" regardless of the occasion.
However, in the face of the "strictly lawful" Shining Sun Throne, one or two words of nonsense are obviously of no use. Since it is time for questioning, the "President" will definitely ignore any extra words from the old mage.
So even though Owen's complaints were sincere and true, the gray projection with a low tone still ordered coldly:
"Don't justify yourself. According to your memory, you are just reaping the fruits of yourself when you fall into this situation. With limited time, you should seize the opportunity to explain what the "Soul of Sorrow" in Methur is. what?"
"I understand, I understand, you have a good attitude and are frank and lenient, right? Of course I know the rules... It's just that I, a little person, really don't know many things. It was only during the process of executing the order that I learned it through private observation. The so-called "Soul of Sorrow" is actually a terrible legendary disease. It was independently invented and created by Meth Ur. It is specially designed to infect the bloodline owners of magical creatures. The infection efficiency is extremely high and the infection speed is extremely fast. So far, except Far away from the source of infection, there is almost no way to evade it. Its infection ability can not even be spared by legendary professionals... However, compared to low-level warlocks, legendary powerhouses can definitely eliminate infection by increasing their professional level... "
Following the orders of the "President" tremblingly, Owen, who was greedy for life and afraid of death, sold out his former "boss" without hesitation, and perhaps because he knew that he had healed himself. I must have checked my memory, so the old mage at this time racked his brains to explain every bit of news and show his attitude. That is really called "knowing everything and talking endlessly"!
It is estimated that according to the expectation of the "Sage of the Inscription", if the "statement" at this time is slightly bad, after the meeting is over, I will be crushed to death on the spot by the strong Yaori who has lost the last bit of use value.