I'm in Demacia, I just became a mage

Baron Milton took a closer look and found that it was just an empty shelf with a whole set of clothes on it.

Like the suit that Valentine is wearing today, the raised hands and drooping head seem to be a mockery sent by the spellcaster hidden in the dark.

"Hmph!" With a slash of his horizontal sword, the dummy was instantly chopped into pieces, and countless powders burst out from it. He was startled, and hurriedly backed away, clutching his nose.

It's just that I still inhaled some dust unavoidably, which smelled weird and had a sense of decay, like ashes that had been buried in the grave for countless years.

He looked around, found nothing else, and was about to go back, take the lit candlesticks and go downstairs.

At this moment, an alarm bell suddenly rang in Milton's heart.

In the blind spot of his vision, a shadow that was darker than darkness flashed across in an instant, as if drawing an arc with a brush, or cutting with an invisible sickle.

laugh!

Before he could react, within 0.1 second, the edge of the shadow hit Milton, and the silver-white breastplate glowed faintly. The two seemed to pass each other, but the sound was like a sharp blade cutting Flesh and blood.

He didn't know what it felt like, it was a pain he had never experienced before. If he compared it with the feeling of being shot by a crossbow, Milton would feel as comfortable being shot by a crossbow as if facing a breeze.

It was as if a spear had been inserted into his head and stirred vigorously, and any thoughts and thoughts were crushed by the severe pain.

He couldn't even hold the broadsword, he staggered a few steps to the glass French window in the corridor, and fell to his knees on the ground with a plop.

In an instant, the clothes all over his body were soaked in sweat, and the scream was suppressed in his throat as if it was blocked by something.

Fortunately, this feeling came intensely, but it dissipated quickly. It only took ten seconds, as if the boulder pressing on his head disappeared. The severe pain dissipated in an instant, but the nerves and muscles did not react and twitched with.

Milton took a few seconds to barely regain his ability to move, but the insane pain was still terrifying. He was panting like crazy, leaning on his broadsword and trying to stand up, but unexpectedly his legs went limp. , and fell over to the glass window.

There is no toughened glass these days, and ordinary glass floor-to-ceiling windows have extremely poor resistance to pressure, and they were hit by Milton wearing a breastplate.

Whoa!

The glass window shattered instantly, and Milton felt a sense of weightlessness, and the wind whistled in his ears. Three seconds later, he fell hard into the flowers on the side of the mansion.

Fortunately, he is also considered a good fighter. Although he is not as good as those heroes who are sung to the mainland, he is not the kind of soldier who can be compared. He can be regarded as a centurion.

There were also flowers to buffer him, so the falling from the building did not cause him much harm.

He got up quickly, clutched his head and staggered out of the flowers, to the square-like garden.

Boom!

At this time, a long chain of lightning in the sky traversed east and west. This lightning lasted for nearly two seconds, bringing a day-like flash to the pitch-black world.

Milton looked back at his mansion, and was stunned for a moment, then the hands covering his head dropped feebly. Despair seemed to grow out of the surrounding darkness and penetrate into people's hearts.

what the hell is that...

This is a magnificent and extremely weird scene,

An indescribable thing stood on the dome of Baron Milton's mansion. It seemed to open its suspected chest, and the sticky darkness wriggled in it.

Linked to it are invisible chains of dark energy chains like chains.

There are hundreds of these energy chains, extending from Milton's mansion, surrounding servants' residences, pastures, etc. to the monster's chest.

It's like a net, a black and frightening net, enclosing all life in it.

unbeatable.Baron Milton made such a judgment in just a split second. He guessed that the monster was going to do something to his servants or subordinates.

It's just that he didn't even take a look at it again, and he was even a little thankful in his heart. Fortunately, so many people helped him hold this monster back.

He strode to the stable at the front right of the garden. Those weird energy chains haven't radiated there, so his beloved horse should be fine.

After a while, the sound of war horses came from the stables, and then, a handsome pure white war horse carried Baron Milton out of the stables and rushed towards Galen's crown guard and their camp.

There are Illuminators and Demon Seekers there, they are experts in solving such weird events, and they will definitely destroy that monster.

Milton held up the torch and thought viciously, and then, subconsciously, he glanced back, a look that almost didn't knock him over from his horse.

The monster standing on the roof of the mansion just now has disappeared, along with those dark energy chains.

ps: The first update, the second update will be later...

That is to say, it was very uncomfortable. I had already got rid of that kind of rest in the underworld, but in the end I went back home after going around, and I was in jail.

I'm so sleepy, brothers, let's count the tickets and refresh yourself

Chapter 33 Chapter 24 You have today too!

Instead, I stood a few meters away, like the fake one I saw before.

A human monster.

Only a vague figure could be seen,

It stood on the side of the road, like a quiet scarecrow. The tall skeleton and hollow body formed a frightening picture, and it made people's calves weak when standing still.

Likewise, a rusty lantern kept flickering.

crunching ~ crunching ~ choking ~ choking ~

This sound didn't seem to be heard from the ears, because of the extreme speed of the war horse, the ears were now full of the whirring of the wind, which logically could not be heard.

But the goddamn sound just came out, as if it was shaking that goddamn rusty lantern in your heart.

It's like shaking out the darkest and most frightening things in people's hearts.

Milton gritted his teeth and pressed the whip vigorously. The crisp sound of the whip exploded behind the horse's buttocks, making it scream miserably, but at the same time, the speed increased a lot.

Normally he would be reluctant to really smoke his own BMW, but now he can't care so much, he just wants to reach Galen's crown guard's residence as soon as possible.

crunching ~ crunching ~ choking ~ choking ~

Even though the horse was running hard, the voice didn't weaken in the slightest, on the contrary, it became louder and louder, like... like it was swaying in the ear!

At this time, the war horse had already carried Milton to the hillside outside the manor, and when he was about to reach the top of the hill, Milton bowed his head in happiness.

puff!

Milton was very familiar with the sound of a sharp blade cutting quickly—it was the sound of beheading.

Oops!my horse!

This idea just appeared in his mind, and as expected, the horse, which was running extremely fast before, suddenly slowed down a lot. After two seconds, the speed decayed even more.

Milton raised his head in despair. The slender neck and beautiful mane in front of his eyes disappeared, leaving only a smooth incision, as if a sharp butcher knife cut across it.

The horse's head is gone!The horse is dead!

The reason why it was still running before was because the cutting was done too fast, the horse's body hadn't reacted yet, but now it was at the end of its strength, the horse corpse walked a few more steps, its legs softened, and it rolled over to the side.

Milton reacted quickly, jumping and rolling forward on the horseback, flipping a few times on the hillside and stopping, the torch fell not far away, as if it had hit something, burst out a few sparks, and then fell to the ground, Burning quietly.

He looked up, and saw a mottled black metal leg skeleton standing beside the torch, extending up, it was...

That monster!

Milton's heart fell to the bottom slowly, and the subsequent lightning showed the figure of the monster even more clearly.

It looked exactly like a scarecrow, the head was made of dry stalks stuffed with sackcloth, the facial features could not be seen clearly, it was all black, but there was no doubt.

It was a completely crooked, extremely distorted burlap face, with ferocious rusty fangs protruding from its mouth.

Behind it, is some kind of behemoth.

The slender legs supported the spread body, and the limbs and torso were only skeletons, made of that kind of black mottled metal, as if buried in the wilderness and eroded by time for thousands of years.

The scarecrow held his hands horizontally, holding a lantern in one hand, the rusty creaking lantern, and a sickle in the other hand, the most common sickle used for cutting wheat.

It has a cage in its chest, in which hundreds of lively black birds flutter...

Vaguely, Milton could hear screams and howls.

Facing such a monster, Milton's mind corroded by a comfortable life couldn't raise any will to fight. He couldn't even draw his sword against it, but ran back in panic.

Do stay away from it, stay away from it!

Milton was full of thoughts of running away, but at least he didn't lose his broadsword.

When approaching the top of the hill, there was another bolt of lightning, this time it seemed that something had been struck by the thunder, and the bolt of lightning meandered down from the zenith and connected with the ground.

In the dazzling white light, Milton saw a figure, like a person.

He stood on the hillside, wearing a gray hooded robe, with his hands drooping naturally. Just standing there gave people a mysterious and solemn feeling.

The world seems to be a foil, the tumbling lead cloud is like a canopy above his head, the bursting thunder is like a tribute to him, and the shining electric fire is a celebration for him.

Milton stood at the bottom of the slope and looked at him. For some reason, it was an inexplicable feeling.

At this moment, he felt that he was looking up to a king of the world, a real king.

King?Besides the Light Shield family, who else is qualified to be praised as the king?

Milton disdains in his heart, isn't he just a spellcaster, playing tricks!

But in this situation, no matter whether he is a mage or not, he needs him to save himself.

No matter what, as long as I can stay away from that damn monster!With such thoughts in mind, Milton ran in the direction of the gray-robed man, feeling like he was sinking his boat.

Vaguely, Milton could notice that the gray hooded robe was constantly churning out a hazy gray mist like a mist.

He was looking in the direction of his estate.he thought for sure.

It's not like Milton didn't think that the gray-robed man in front of him might be with this monster, but there was nothing he could do. Galen's guards were too far away, so he couldn't escape the monster.

Just take a gamble!

"Help me!" Milton yelled loudly. The fear in his heart seemed to be irrepressible, and it multiplied crazily. In just a moment, extremely pure fear filled his heart.

At this time, the gray-robed man seemed to have heard his cry for help, and turned his head unhurriedly. Under the hood was a deep chaos, and he couldn't see clearly, but Milton himself felt a burst of scrutiny. .

"I'm Baron Milton, save me!" He revealed his identity, trying to use it as a bargaining chip to get rescued.

Lord Milton...

You have today too!

Li Weisi sneered in his heart, if there is a way to heaven, you don't go, but if there is no way to hell, you just have to send it.

Although he basically has no offensive ability in the current spirit state, but now it seems that he doesn't need to do it himself.

He had spotted Fiddlesticks chasing after Baron Milton.