Shameless Warlock

Cebalon Manor, north of Wildfire City.

　　 Under a tall tower, near the claustrophobic attic is like a quiet grave, uninhabited.

　　 There is only an old hound licking its paw restlessly, wandering back and forth in the distance.

　　 More than three groups of guards stared here, even in the attic, there has been no sound.

　　 And when the dark light burst out from the wildfire city like a chick with a broken egg, there was a faint sound from the ancient attic.

　　 There was a crunch.

　　 Then it fell silent soon.

　　 The guard team members who had just been agitated slightly relaxed their vigilance.

　　 After all, there is "that adult" guard.

　　 No matter what, there won't be many storms.

　　 Thinking of this, they felt a lot of peace of mind. They just saw the dark light and the recent rumors about Master Barnes in the manor, and there was a lot of unspeakable panic in their hearts out of thin air.

　　 "Those are all rumors!"

　　 "They were fabricated by people with ulterior motives to slander Master Barnes!"

　　 "No, it's Master Barnes now..."

　　 The guards comforted themselves like this.

　　 However, the story that happened in the attic was not as calm as they thought.

　　 A short candlelight suspended in the air strangely.

　　 The naked old man was hung upside down in the air.

　　 His eyeballs are prominent and bloodshot; his upper body is full of powerful muscles, and the complex and deep tattoos are entangled with the iron chains that bind him, which is somewhat difficult to distinguish.

　　 There is a small hole in the floor, and not far away, there is a broken old yellow tooth.

　　 The creaking sound just now is obviously the story of this broken tooth and hole.

　　 "As expected of [Ice Hunter] Charles."

　　 "Your son's assessment of you is not inaccurate."

　　 "Even in this case, you still haven't lost your mind. This is really rare."

　　 An overcast voice sounded, like a ghost, echoing throughout the attic.

　　 The old man was silent, and the chain on his body suddenly turned and twisted tighter.

　　 But he was indifferent.

　　 Even his skin that is mixed with irritation is already scarred.

　　 "If you want me to say, I should burn you on fire, at least ruin these tattoos."

　　 "It's a pity that Barnes still reads the relationship between father and son."

"He is still not smart enough. I can see the cruelty in your eyes. I know that if you get the chance, you will kill him without hesitation; but he can't see this. I have to say that it really is The only regretful thing that happened tonight... I actually couldn't give the former strong man a happy execution. This is not in line with my code of conduct."

I don’t know when, a gecko quietly fell from the ceiling. It did not turn back into a human body. Instead, it lay on the old man’s wound, gently licking his tongue. Under the dim light of the candle, the old man The fine meat in the crack of the wound just grew out, and it was licked into the belly.

　　 "Elliott..."

　　 The old man spoke for the first time, his voice almost hoarse: "When I see you, I think of your father."

　　 Gecko wagged its tail indifferently:

　　 "Remember the scene when you split him in half with an axe?"

　　 "I don't think you are a nostalgic person."

　　 "It just so happens that I am too; so your mention of my father's affairs will not affect me at all, nor will it affect tonight's affairs."

　　 Charles's muddy eyes rolled around lifelessly, his apple squirming hard: "You are smarter than him."

　　 "At least, you are not fooled by that idiot."

　　Elliott mocked: "But I still willingly do things for your son, including sneaking into the Blackwater Gang as an internal response; and guarding you as an old man."

　　 "All of this is paying for what you did."

　　 "As for what will become of Wildfire City, I don't care."

　　 Charles smiled silently.

　　 Suddenly, his eyes became sharp: "Look, you still care."

　　Elliott was silent for a while, then smiled: "I-mum really cares!"

"You old thing, in the name of protecting the north, killed your best partner; I know he didn’t have any grudges when he died, so I won’t kill you; but I really want to see , What kind of impact can the monster that my father almost released back then?"

　　 "And all this is done by your son himself, presumably, you will feel very proud, right?"

　　 Charles sighed:

　　 "Sure enough, all this is your plan."

Eliot chuckled and said, "If I hadn't deliberately searched, how long does the ghost know that it can be hidden in the ghost mother forest? You don't know, that guy obviously has a powerful and incomparable strength, but he urged an apprentice Like, hiding in the forest and eating mushrooms like suffering from persecution phobia..."

　　 "Damn, this is definitely the most stupid-forced Cthulhu I have ever seen! A Cthulhu! Hiding in the forest all day and eating mushrooms! I'm so ridiculous!"

　　 "He even gave himself a very funny nickname, what is the name of Protoss Riel... It doesn't matter, the Cthulhu is always crazy, right?"

　　 At this moment, there was a monster roar in the direction of Wildfire City!

　　 The sound was shaking, and the whole north trembled.

The gecko shook abruptly and jumped directly off Charles's body. He held a sword without an inch, gently swaying Charles' waist wound, his eyes narrowed: "I heard that, this is your precious son's. roar."

　　 "Do you need me to describe what he looks like now? Sorry, I haven't seen it before, but you can make up for it..."

　　 Before he could finish his words, the chain around the old man suddenly shrank.

　　 Charles looked painful, but his body still bulged strangely and shrank into a ball in mid-air!

　　 "Do you want to live anymore?" Eliot was a little puzzled, and Charles was actually rubbing the chains with his body!

　　 You know, there are a lot of barbs and spikes on the chain.

　　 This is to prevent prisoners from escaping. Every time they struggle, they will bring more severe pain.

　　 However, the old man remained indifferent.

　　 The next second, Eliot noticed something was wrong. He just wanted to step forward, but Charles had suddenly released the strange posture.

　　 At that moment, Eliot saw Charles' abdomen clearly, and suddenly a **** mark appeared!

　　 "This mark..."

　　 Before he could say anything, there was a horrible sound of bone rubbing from inside Charles' body!

　　 Wow!

　　 The Abbes prison, which has always been known for its hardness and sturdiness, was actually broken by him!

　　 appeared in front of Elliott is a powerful old man with a stature of three meters.

　　Although his whole body is covered with scars, at this moment, the tattoos all over his body are shining with wonderful brilliance.

　　 In the brilliance of every tattoo, there are faces that are firm, kind, or brave.

　　 Those are the ancestors of Cebalon.

　　 On Charles' abdomen, the flesh and blood tattoo he had just grinded with an iron chain looked the most dim, but Eliot could perceive that the power in Charles's body came from this newly generated flesh and blood tattoo!

"This is impossible!"

　　Elliott backed back again and again: "Every tattoo on your body, Barnes and I are counted in, how can you still have the power of a tattooed warrior?"

　　 Charles slowly untied the remaining chains, even if there were barbs on it, his sturdy face remained calm.

　　 In the end, only two shackles were left.

　　His voice is extremely deep, but with a moving force:

　　 "The tattooed samurai of the Ice Plains is always the best of us, Cebalon."

　　 "Every tattoo represents an outstanding ancestor; although the ancestors left this world, their will still provides us with protection, Eliot, this should be common sense to you."

　　 The tattoo behind Charles was shining green, repairing holes and wounds for his tired body.

　　Elliott became furious: "Put away your preaching face!"

"I just want to know how you did it! What happened to that flesh and blood tattoo...Aha! I know, you must have taken refuge in a certain evil **** in order to gain strange power. That must be the case. "

　　 "Just like your son, you are all fallen people who have abandoned your ancestors, hahahaha, you are destined to not enter the spiritual world after you die..."

　　 Charles looked at him with a pity on his face, and for a long while, he squeezed his fists and walked towards the thin ranger:

　　 "I have already said that every tattoo represents an outstanding ancestor, an outstanding Cebalon."

　　 "I thought you could understand."

　　 "Does it need to be explained more clearly? Child-this tattoo represents myself."

　　Elliott opened his mouth wide in disbelief.

　　 "I, Charles Ceballon, have been blessed by my ancestors for so many years, and finally realized my own tattoo. Is this hard to understand?"

　　 There is no smile on the old man's face~www.readwn.com~ There is only sadness:

　　 "Unexpectedly, being trapped on the edge of the legend for decades is the limit that was broken in this way."

　　Elliott was stunned for a while, then chuckled and said:

　　 "What if you are now promoted to Legend?"

"Barnes has become a monster; the black flag wizards and the living corpses control Wildfire City; even if Stephen Sang or the Church of the Gods have noticed, with their efficiency, how much do you think Wildfire City and the Cebalon family have? Can people survive?"

　　 "This has nothing to do with you, boy."

　　 The old man sighed and took a step forward. Eliot's expression remained the same, but his body slumped stiffly to the ground. A lot of blood poured out from his nostrils and mouth, and soon it spread to the entire floor of the attic.

　　 Charles looked at Eliot's body, his eyes staying under his crotch for a few seconds, slightly contemptuous.

　　 He gently opened the attic door.

　　 A group of guards looked blankly at the tall tattooed warrior.

　　 "Charles...Master..."

　　 Someone shouted tremblingly.

　　 The old man stared at them:

　　 "Why are you still stunned!?"

　　 The guards shivered suddenly, and the weapons in their hands were almost unstable.

　　 "Did you see my bare butt?"

　　 "Bring me some pants."

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