Whispers of the Gods

Chapter 24 Hadgar II

Hadgar cursed, he held the dagger with his right hand, and put his left hand behind the blade of the dagger, waiting for the black shadow to attack.

The black shadow rushed towards him, Hadgar rested his left hand on the back of his dagger, and pressed down when the black shadow's stab passed under his dagger.

The black shadow's wrist was directly locked by Hadgar, and the dagger could cut off the black shadow's artery a little further.

"I don't want to have anything to do with you guys, fuck his golden eagle, I won't do it anymore." Hadgar said to the shadow, "Let him find another pervert who is a pig to work for you, don't pester him with..."

The back of Hadgar's head was hit with a muffled "bang", followed by severe pain.The moon and shadows flickered before his eyes, and he fell to the ground.

"Sir, are you alright?"

All faded in the mind, Hadgar's vision and consciousness lost.
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Hadgar was awakened by a tearing pain in the back of his head. Breathing heavily, he found that his hands and feet were strapped to the iron chair.

He looked around in a panic, trying to get as much information as possible.He doesn't know where he is, it looks like a dungeon.

The cold dungeon smelled of mold, damp, and blood.There is only a narrow hay bed and an iron bucket inside, and a kettle and two cups are placed on the small wooden table outside the iron prison door.

The only light came from a small window high up in the far wall, and the night outside was pitch black except for a few stars twinkling through the gaps in the clouds.

Fuck you, Herdar.Hadgar cursed in his heart, I'm not ready to go with you yet.

Hadgar shuddered, not sure how long he had been unconscious.He endured the pain and tried hard to recall what happened before he lost consciousness.

I subdued the champion warrior of Mussol, I could have killed him, I should have killed him, but I chose to let him go.Then I was attacked from behind, it was really a dirty trick.

All this is because the kid who called himself the golden eagle found him.If he could escape from here, Hadgar swore, he would find the eagle and kill him.

He tried to turn his head to look behind him, and found that there were two other chairs lying on the back, and the backs of the chairs were tied with straps.

One chair was empty, but the second belonged to someone else—a thin man, but he was dead.

The man was bruised and bruised: his face was full of cuts, his eyes were swollen and closed, and his hair hung in strands on his face; Every finger was swollen and purple, hanging deformedly from the armrest.

He did not know how long or why the man had been tortured before he died.

Hadgar had witnessed countless deaths, but this time was different. It was more terrifying than any other death he had seen, and the sense of anxiety lifted his spirits even more.

This is not the quick death brought on by sword, axe, or hammer in the arena, but the slow torment brought on by the tools of the perverted torturer.

There were multiple approaching footsteps in the distance, and the light of the torch shone on the stone brick wall.

Hadgar struggled to escape the restraints, but the straps bound his hands tightly, and any attempts were useless.

He tried to move his legs, but they were bound so tightly that he couldn't even lift them off the ground, where the chair was chained.

"It seems that you are awake, and you are quite refreshed." The cold voice outside the iron rod said, this voice belonged to the shadow Hadgar met in the dark alley.

Three figures stood outside the door, all wearing black cloaks, their faces hidden under black masks.They all wore long, curved daggers at their waists.

Hadgar sighed impatiently. "If you're going to kill me, do it now. This is your only chance, because I'm going to get out of here and kill you, every single one of you."

"Blush threats scare no one, Hadgar," Sombra said. "Especially when you're bound and locked in a dungeon."

"Do I know you?" Hadgar asked.How could this black shadow know his name?

"Oh, we're not just acquainted, Hadgar Greyman, the 'scourge' of the Madkalin Arena." The shadow opened the cell door with a key, and walked in front of him holding a torch.

He slowly took off his mask, revealing the ferocious face under those hazel eyes.An ugly scar ran across his mouth, as if cutting his chin from his upper face.

"Oh, that's the ugliest face I've seen in a while," said Hadgar, "but I don't know every ugly disfigurement in Madkaline."

The shadow smiled sickly, and Hadgar could see teeth protruding from his mutilated lip.

"You asked me what a Musor is doing in Madkalin," said Sombra, "I have never left here since I fought you in the arena."

Hadgar opened his eyes wide, as if seeing a ghost.

"How did you survive?" Hadgar asked. "I thought you were dead."

He was pretty sure he had sliced ​​open the champion's face in the Colosseum, and no one would have survived a wound like that.

Even if he didn't die instantly, the infection in the future would kill him.

"Just let the gods bless me, Hadgar," Sombra said, "They also helped me find you."

"The gods won't bless a southerner with a dry pig." Hadgar spat on the ground.

"It looks like you don't remember my name." Sombra put on his mask again.

"I never cared what the loser was called."

"It doesn't matter," Sombra said unhurriedly, "We have plenty of time to catch up on the past."

"Is that why you brought me here? Because I almost killed you in the arena?" Hardgar said aggressively, "Why don't we solve this problem with swords like men? Or do you know You can't beat me?"

"You owe me a lot, and we can settle each one slowly." Soi Ying said, "But now, I need to know why you killed that beggar in the alley."

"What?" Hadgar didn't turn his head around, "I didn't kill that hapless ghost."

"You're the only one there," Sombra said.

"I just happened to pass by." Hadgar shook his head. "I didn't kill the beggar. He died before I arrived."

"It sounds far-fetched, Hadgar." The shadow held the torch in front of him.

"What exactly do you want?" Hadgar was puzzled, "I'm telling the truth, that person is already dead."

"I want the truth," Sombra said, "who hired you?"

(End of this chapter)