On the Seven Towers

"Damn it! You actually dare to attack the people of the Shadow Group in the capital. You must think clearly about the consequences. Not everyone can bear the revenge of the Shadow Group!" Makola knew that the other party was no less than him as soon as they fought. There are many high-level warriors, and there are more than one magician hiding in the dark. If he wants to defeat these people here, he has no chance. "

But Roger on the other side didn't answer, he just raised his sword and struck at him.

Makola has slow magic in his body. Although his original strength was slightly stronger than Roger, he is now suppressed and beaten by Roger. He looked out of the corner of his eye. Two other masked men with swords rushed up, and each of them killed two of his men with one sword.

"Listen to me! We can talk!" Makola's sword skills became more and more scattered, "Who are you! Everything can be discussed, there is no need to kill them all!"

"Listen, a high-level warrior like you must be someone with status in the capital. Can't you speak clearly? Oh, damn!" Marcola accidentally cut his arm open by Roger. A wound.

Xiao Chen had been observing Makola's condition, and when he saw him starting to panic, he opened his five fingers, and five spiritual whips rushed towards him. Makola, who had no time to prepare, was hit by the whip and screamed.

Roger took advantage of his weakness and knocked the dagger out of his hand. A flying kick hit him on the shin. Makola's legs went weak and he fell to his knees. Roger took the opportunity to twist his right arm, and Jacob on the side also rushed up and grabbed his left arm. Katerina took his dagger into her hand.

"Let's go!" Gano opened the door of the room next to him, and Roger and the two took Marcola in. Xiao Chen and others filed in and closed the door.

"You guys, if you just want to torture the information, I won't tell you. Anyway, I will die if I tell you." Makola had his hands cut behind his back and his head was pressed to the ground. He gasped and said, "Unless you want to Let’s have a good talk, then you have to let me go first.”

No one spoke at the scene, only Xiao Chen walked over and put his hand on the back of his head.

White light emitted from Xiao Chen's hand, covering Makola's head.

When Makola woke up in a daze, he found himself standing in a dark hall. The style of this hall had never been seen before. All the surrounding stone bricks and pillars were dark black, with intricate carvings on the bricks. The pattern, the pillars are coiled with long snakes with horns on their heads and claws on their bodies. There are also several large square pots placed in the main hall, with unknown contents inside, emitting a faint green smoke. There are windows on the wall of the main hall, but the windows are divided into grids by wooden bars. Outside the window, there were billowing fires and billowing smoke everywhere, as if they were in the elemental plane of fire.

There were many silent soldiers standing above the main hall, holding various strange weapons and looking at him coldly.

There was a man sitting on the high platform in front of the hall. He was wearing a large black robe with gold trim and a high crown on his head. Half of this man was in shadow and couldn't see his face clearly, but Makola felt great pressure.

He tried to stand up, but found that his whole body was so weak that he had no strength at all. He tried to use fighting energy again, but he could not feel any energy in the sea of ​​energy, and it was empty.

"Welcome to the underworld." The man above spoke. His voice was ethereal and strange, which made Makola very uncomfortable. "I hope you like it here. After all, all of this is prepared for you."

"You! You must be a magician. You cast an illusion on me. Everything around you is fake. You must have come up with this way to deceive me. It's useless!" Makola closed her eyes tightly and said again He opened it suddenly, but the illusion in front of him didn't change at all.

He lay on the ground, looked at the ground carefully under the firelight, and groped around with his hands. The more he groped, the stranger he felt, muttering: "Impossible, why is the illusion so real? Every detail is there! But If it’s not an illusion, where is this?”

He raised his head and looked at the person on the high seat again, shouting: "Who are you? Where did you take me?"

The man on the high seat touched his nose and said, "This is the underworld, a place where merit and demerit are judged after death. Everyone must clearly explain the bad things he has done in his life."

"Hmph, you can't lie to me. The God of Nature said that after death, people return to the embrace of nature and become the elements that make up everything. There is no such place as you are talking about!"

"This doesn't work? Okay. It seems that this script is not suitable for you. I'm warning you, no matter where this is, if you don't honestly explain your problems, you will suffer a serious penalty."

"What do you want me to explain?"

"Let's start with the conflict between you and Yepes."

"What do I have to say to Yepes? Do you want to talk in circles with me? Asking questions and then cutting into things you care about? This kind of trick is what I have left. I am an expert at interrogating people."

"If you want to say something, just say it!" The man waved his hand, and a soldier walked up and punched Makola in the face. "This is to let you know that this is not an illusion. It will hurt if you hit it. , it will hurt when you cut it!”

"asshole!"

"If you insist, I can continue." The soldier punched again without hesitation.

Makola covered her face and said bitterly: "I work hard to do the job he gives me. I do whatever he says. We are not good friends, but I am a good subordinate."

"What do you think of Altu?"

"He is the boss of Yepes, just like Yepes is my boss! He is very capable, and the family behind him is also very powerful. He is a very powerful person."

The two asked and answered a few more questions.

The person on the high seat asked: "Then tell me what plans you have recently and what actions you are planning?"

"What kind of actions do you mean?"

"For example, are there any plans to attack someone?"

"Are you talking about the kind of action of raiding a certain stronghold?"

"That's right."

Markola narrowed his eyes and said: "It turned out to be you! You are the magician from Black Mountain, Xiao Chen!"

The person on the high seat was stunned and said: "Haha. Very interesting guess."

"You don't have to hide it anymore. You didn't care about the previous questions at all! But when asking this question, your body leaned forward slightly. Your eyes no longer moved, but stared at my mouth. This question The question you really want to ask is this! We have been focusing our attention on the mage from Black Mountain recently. In the entire capital, who cares so much about our recent actions and has the means now, except for you who has mid-level strength, is good at mental magic, and has an unknown inheritance? ! ”

Macola's face was excited: "I understand, I understand! The one who attacked me with wind magic was your companion Li Jia. The high-level warrior who blocked me was your guard captain Roger! The two who killed my subordinates were your guards. What reason do you have to say that you are not Xiao Chen? "

"You will make me lose face." Xiao Chen, who played the role of the King of Hell, said.