Why did the lord rebel

Chapter 197 Every Meeting Is a Reunion After a Long Separation

"Look carefully. Tell me—what do you see?"

Xia Houyan blinked and turned his head in a daze, only to see an old acquaintance named "Yan Wangye".

This guy was sitting lazily beside him, looking into the distance with deep and distant eyes;

Xia Houyan felt that if she held a lighted cigarette in her hand and washed off the greasy smell of a middle-aged civil servant, she should still be able to pretend to be a literary youth to deceive a few little girls.

After Yan Wangye finished asking a sentence, he continued to pretend to be deep and remained silent;
Xia Houyan had no choice but to follow his overly pretentious eyes and look up.

Everything you see, nothing—

——No, not at all.

Filling the entire space, there is only endless darkness.

Deep black, light black, dull black, gloomy black, ever-changing black, intermingling and transmuting in the eternally extended space, they are mist, they are nebula, black is the world itself.

Xia Houyan was vaguely aware that at some point in his life, he had visited this darkness.

"Tell me, what did you see?" Lord Yan asked slowly.

"Poetry and distance." Xia Houyan opened his mouth and came.

The dark face of Lord Yan showed a faint purple.

"Look carefully..." The civil servant on Earth seduced the little fellow, "What else is behind that blackness?"

Xia Houyan glanced suspiciously at Big Brother, squinted his eyes and watched for a long time, and finally found that behind the thick black mist, there seemed to be thunder flashing—every few seconds, in the thin part of the black mist, There will be a blood-red light suddenly blooming, short-lived.

"That's..." Xia Houyan opened his mouth.

"That's a battle." Lord Yan gave a serious and dramatic stare, "God battle!"

"Ha." Xia Houyan blinked and looked around in a daze, "So... where am I now? Why are you here? I... How did I get here?"

Seeing the little fellow's lack of interest in the so-called "war of the gods", Lord Yan's tone suddenly became dull:

"'You' are not here—literally, only your spirit is here now, and you are a spirit. Here."

In order to prove his point, Lord Yan stretched out his hand with his wide sleeves, and slammed into Xia Houyan's chest;

As a result, there was no scene of bloody, violent, or violating national laws and regulations. The hand of Lord Yan, as if reaching out into the water, sank into Xia Houyan's body, and then retracted back as it was, indicating that the little fellow at this time has already In a ghostly state of nothingness, without substance.

Xia Houyan wanted to vomit.

"So how did I get here?" He squeezed the center of his brows hard, "I remember... just now I was still at the Phoenix Terrace? We just repelled the attack of the bandit coalition forces. I command this battle..."

A sharp pain hit, and some memory fragments flashed.

"No..." Xia Houyan snorted with a low headache, "...I remember, and... the black mist rushed over..."

"Correct answer." Lord Yan stretched out his frighteningly long little fingernail, and picked his teeth boredly, "Your territory was attacked by a lowly shadow-type magician with some barbarian spell... Theoretically speaking , now your physical body is still on the Phoenix Terrace, in a state where your soul has been exiled."

"Day..." Soul exile is not an unfamiliar concept to a certain magic academy graduate, "So where is my soul exiled? Danzhou? Longbiao? Chaozhou? Ningguta?"

"That's the lump." Lord Yan stretched out a finger and pointed down, "'Heiyu'."

Although Xia Houyan could understand that the reason why King Yan pointed down was to indicate the space the two of them were in, but since he was sitting cross-legged on the ground, from a visual point of view, the magistrate's master Immediately poking at his crotch.

"So where is the 'Black Territory'?" Xia Houyan looked around in confusion, but still could only see the infinite darkness, "I don't remember which class in the Academy of Magic mentioned this space?"

"Academy of Magic?!" Lord Yan curled his lips in disdain, "Can these Western barbarians really use their superficial understanding of the world as a reference? Yanzi, you won't wander outside for a few days and think that the moon is too. Is the Haiwen Continent round?"

Xia Houyan decided not to respond to Big Brother's Wolf Warrior speech.

"In short, this is a plane that is separated from the Haiwen Continent. In fact, it does not belong to any plane..." Lord Yan shrugged, "It is a sea of ​​mist between the planes. The eternal void of the entity is the beginning of all things and the end of all things..."

"So, my soul was stuck out of the world by a bug?" Xia Houyan smacked his lips, "This shitty place doesn't even have modeling?"

Lord Yan blushed, and it took him a long time to say:
"It can be understood in this way. However, it wasn't that barbarian magician who sent you here. There are only about five people in Haven Continent who have the ability to get in touch with this field. Pulled to the black domain."

Depend on?The co-author is the same as the last advanced journey, and was pulled over by you, the boss?
Xia Houyan only felt a stagnation in his chest, stared at Lord Yan and asked:

"What is your purpose in doing this?"

"There's no one here, so it's easy to talk about things!" The eldest brother blinked slyly, "Yanzi, feel your conscience and think about it, since you came to this world, your Uncle Yan has never treated you badly, right?"

Relying on the social experience of his previous life, Xia Houyan took the only reasonable answer to this overly classic line:
"Ah? What are you talking about? I can't hear well recently..."

Lord Yan never expected that Empress Nuwa made a mistake when creating a human being, and turned this little fellow from the earth into a heartless defective product.

As a result, the governor of the underworld could only clenched his teeth and said with a smirk:
"Recently, the 'business' of your Uncle Yan's side is going so well...it's not going well, there is something, we can only count on you..."

Yan Wangye grabbed Xia Houyan who couldn't dodge in time, and whispered a few words in his ear.

"Hey, hey!" Xia Houyan knew that he couldn't be fooled, so he had to distance himself a little and said seriously, "To tell you the truth, I'm busy with the affairs of my own territory now, and thousands of people's lives and deaths depend on me. Worry about... the work you entrusted to me, I can..."

"Understood! I understand!" Lord Yan put his arms around the shoulders of the little fellow, "You can handle this matter yourself, and if it's not troublesome, I will help you with Uncle Yan... The higher-ups are in a hurry, because they are all working for others. , long live the understanding..."

"above"? "They all work for others"?
It turns out that you still have a fucking boss on your head?

Xia Houyan held back the desire to complain, smirked and bowed to Yan Wangye in accordance with Chinese etiquette, and he accepted the errand that the boss stuffed him.

"Responsible and responsible, this is a good man in China!" Lord Yan took advantage of it, and put on his high hat like money, "Yanzi, it just so happens that it's dark here. Before sending you away, Uncle Yan decided to give you a little song." He Zi's classic poem to inspire you: Flying Light, Flying Light, I advise you to have a glass of wine..."

Amidst the recitation of King Yan who looks at himself like a retired veteran cadre, his figure and the whole black area are gradually fading away;

However, when Ya read the phrase "I will cut off the dragon's feet and chew the dragon's meat", Xia Houyan faintly heard a kind national curse coming from the darkness.

……

Xia Houyan opened his eyes.

Then saw a very strange scene.

An old face hung high above his head, completely still;

It took him half a day to barely make out Victor Laurie's familiar face, with every wrinkle revealing it, between the fetid, cow dung smeared pattern and the sparse white beard. Obscene faces.

Xia Houyan and Master Laurie looked at each other silently for two seconds;

Then he kicked his chief mage to the ground.

"Fuck!" Xia Houyan sat up abruptly, "Master Laurie, what the hell are you doing?!"

Then, he ushered in an even greater shock.

Because now he can see clearly that Master Laurie is not just as simple as having cow dung smeared on his face.

The master's attire...how should I put it...is very original.

The old wretch took off his robe, wore dirty lederhosen on his lower body, and was naked on his upper body, wrapped in plant vines. It looked as if he had just been trained by a botanical sadistic mage ;
Master Laurie painted mysterious patterns all over his body with dark black paint. According to the pungent smell in the air, Xia Houyan preliminarily judged that the raw material of this paint should be some kind of excrement;

As for the shaman's wooden sign with grimaces drawn in the master's hand, it made Xia Houyan feel like he was having a heart attack.

"You thick eyebrows and big eyes..." Xia Houyan choked up for a long time before choking out a sentence, "Why did you betray magic and switch to shamanism?"

The room was silent.

Xia Houyan looked around for a week, only to realize that he was lying in the hall of Horned Eagle Manor, surrounded by a crowd of familiar faces with different expressions: Katerina, Mayor Joel, Alice, Chris, Kay Ren, Lena, Welf, Mountbatten, Cousins...

Wait... Cousins?
Before a certain lord realized that his knight commander had returned from his mission, he saw Master Laurie getting up from the ground rubbing his butt.

"Day..." Master Laurie complained, "My lord, studies have shown that the witchcraft dance of the orc shaman is the best way to recall the exiled souls! I am saving you!"

"You are a fucking magician, using shaman methods to save people?" Xia Houyan was shocked.

"Magicians are all pragmatists!" Master Laurie waved his hand, "Whether it's magic or witchcraft, it's a good thing if it can save lives and heal the wounded! Look, haven't you been awakened by me?"

Lena Leslie always felt that the original words she learned in the school city were not "magicians are idealists"?

Xia Houyan didn't want to expose Master Laurie at all:

I was sent back by Big Brother Earth, it has something to do with your shaman dance...

As a result, the Grandmaster, with his old face, shouldered the great feat of "rescuing the lord", and complacently accepted the applause and praise from everyone covering their noses.

Xia Houyan also learned from her sister what happened after she fell into a coma:
After he was attacked by the "dark frenzy" and his soul was exiled, a small group of Rock Creek City's elite launched another charge towards the Phoenix Terrace—however, due to the dark frenzy, it only killed him, the lord, instead of the original plan. In that way, all the people from Frost Maple Ridge were exiled, so the Igor pioneer army, under the command of Sean Mountbatten, killed this group of sneak attackers who had been lurking for a long time;
By the way, the cavalry of Shuangfeng Ridge attacked outrageously, and captured the shadow mage who was running;
And when the mission of Commander Cousins ​​rushed back to the platform by chance, there were basically no bandit coalition forces left around;

After interrogating the unlucky mage and learning that the soul of the high official Xiahou had been exiled, Master Laurie made intensive preparations to wake up the lord—and this spiritual mage believed that the most effective way to recall the soul was undoubtedly The unique skill "Shaman dance" of the orc shaman in the East...

So, Xiahou officials saw the absurd scene just now.

"So... the bandit coalition has been dealt with?" Xia Houyan sat on the bed, and while helping Katerina wipe away tears of joy, he turned his head and frowned and asked, "Is there any danger?"

"Yes!" After the lord fell into a coma, Sean Mountbatten, who took on the commanding task with the support of Karen Lepage regardless of previous suspicions, replied with a military salute, "The bandit coalition army has completely collapsed, and the pioneer army is on the way. Clean up the battlefield around! The subsequent raiders have also been completely wiped out!"

"You just said...was sent by Rock Creek City? No survivors?" Xia Houyan rubbed his temples.

"In a moment of negligence, I accidentally killed them..." Mountbatten was a little embarrassed, "I can't help it, the recruits are all red-eyed, and they shot a little too fast..."

Xia Houyan waved his hand:
For the current Frost Maple Ridge, it's really not that important to torture a few Rock Creek bastards and squeeze out some little secrets of the Duke of Houston.

"But Lord Lord!" Mountbatten suddenly remembered something, "The shadow mage who cast a spell to exile your soul is still alive and hanging outside Horned Eagle Manor! Whether you want to fly a kite or soak a pig cage, it's up to you !"

"Flying a kite and dipping a pig cage..." Xia Houyan shook his head and said, "I'm not that kind of cruel and cruel lord..."

There was a dry laugh in my ear.

"But let's bring him here!" Xia Houyan thought for a while, and ordered, "The sorcerer sent by Yanxi City went along with me, and even messed with me... This is not good hospitality, and it is not in line with our Shuang. The spirit of hospitality in Fengling!"

A group of people went out shaking with goosebumps all over their bodies.

After a while, Chris and Tom Lawrence brought in the unlucky black-haired shadow mage.

Xia Houyan was chatting with Eldridge, who had just arrived, and was talking about the relationship. Seeing the captives coming, he turned around, but before he had time to pat the gavel, he heard a delicate exclamation from behind.

Xia Houyan turned his head suspiciously, and saw the pale-faced Welf.

"What's wrong?" the lord asked impatiently.

"This..." Weierfu exclaimed, "I've seen this brother before!"

(End of this chapter)