Spellmaster’s Manual

2021-10-23

  Chapter 137 papa   Night breeze gusts, blood moon lonely, occasional waves and between fingers The sound of a shark jumping out of the water.

Ash watched everything indifferently, as if not interested in what they were saying.

"Even so—" Andreyer asked as if grabbing a life-saving straw: "What does this have to do with you betraying the interests of the citizens to please the Blood Moon Clan? You clearly understand everything, so I think Want to join them?"

"I tried my best to unite all races to please the blood moon, in order to promote the formation of the fighting league."

"But—"

"You don't understand, Andreier, you short-sighted cowardly human beings don't understand blood at all."

ogre said: "Yes, as you foresee That way, after the implementation of the fighting league, violence, death, and killing will become the main theme of this city, and Moonshadow, the blood saint, will be happy from ear to ear."

"But the new generation will also learn from it. Savage, learn to be violent, learn to be cruel, they will produce blood that we have never had before, and dare to wield a knife in the face of a god!"

"Just for this?" Andreyer's eyes widened.

"Not only that, but more importantly...hahaha. Although I have always refused to admit that I was born in the junkyard of the Great Skull Nursing Home, I have to admit that the Great Skull is not nowhere. At least let me understand a way to break through the blood moon law——"

ogre said with a big smile: "Fight, there is nothing that can make two people understand each other better than fighting. Ogre's friends There is one way and only one way-hit him in the past!"

"You betrayed the interests of the people, pleased the blood and moon clan, and sat firmly in the position of mayor, just to achieve this illusory goal?" Andreyer said with a bitter smile: "Fernandez, are you really so kind?"

"You don't understand, Andreyer, you don't understand..." Ogre said: " If you want to pull down the Blood Moon Clan, or even challenge the Supreme Lord Blood Moon, this is definitely not a miracle that one or two people can achieve, but a history promoted by all races and everyone... It is possible only at any cost. Change this country."

"Whatever the cost?"

"Yes, whatever the cost, you are the price, I am the price, and these generations of people are also the price. We are already abolished. The hope for change can only be pinned in the future. Our greatest survival meaning is to moisturize the soil as nourishment, and look forward to this filthy land, one day normal flowers will bloom."

"Of course, if you say me No selfishness, it must be fake."

ogre glanced at the blood moon in the night sky: "If everything goes well, my reputation will reach Peak; if the successor can continue my path, a great The revolution will eventually break out. I, Arandall · Fernandez’s wise and famous generals, will be praised through the ages, and the wisdom of ogre will be crowned the honor of raising upwards War God..."

He shouted fanatically: "I just want you This group of bastards confessed from the bottom of their hearts that ogre is the greatest, smartest, and bravest race in the world!"

Andrei looked at Ogre, who was almost drowned in chains to his neck. Time choked silently.

When Fernandez said that the underlying foundation of the Blood Moon Country was to serve the Blood Moon Clan, he was already bound to die, and the citizens would never let him go.

It's like in a room completely enclosed or even full of poison qi, everyone is dying in deep sleep, and when he wakes up, he yells like an alarm clock to wake up others. Will others thank him? No, because waking up has no meaning except to increase the pain, because the walls are invulnerable, indestructible and impregnable, because mortals cannot pick the War God Lord.

They just want to stop this vicious alarm clock.

Even more how, Fernandez didn't want to save them. On the contrary, ogre wants to use the present generations as sacrifices, squeeze their value to water the land, and save the people of the future.

Except for a small number of middle-aged and elderly people, most of the young people are furious about this-why are you sacrificing us to save the next generation? What does the next generation have to do with us? It's a matter of us whether they are living well or not?   The mayor of ogre is a racial fanatic for evil!    Suddenly, the stone pillar under the seat of ogre suddenly rose, allowing him to rise to a height of 100 meters by himself. Everyone looked over from below and saw that the mayor of ogre was right in the middle of the blood moon, as if in the next second To be swallowed and melted by the scarlet moonlight!    "With more than 50% of the votes, the executioner has arrived early." Ash has a calm expression: "The executioner who is coming this time is the Nine Headed Snake executioner."

The whole broken lake seemed to boil. In the sound of waves, the stone pillar differentiated into eight hideous and ugly giant snake bodies. The stone seat of ogre gradually turned into the mouth of a giant snake. He sat in the mouth of the snake. Can digest him.

But for those who receive redemption in the Blood Moon Trial, there is no such easy way to die.

The camera eye flew high to shoot, ogre looked at it, said with a smile:

"Ash Heath, I have completely torn the face of Blood Moon Country as you wished. , But I don’t think this can have any effect... It’s a pity, if I knew your abilities, I would definitely come into contact with Four Pillar Gods Church secretly... No wonder the blood moon scrutinized Four Pillar Gods Church......"

Hiss! The   other eight snake heads danced wildly under the moon, biting ogre's limbs from all directions!   chi!   Blood blossoms bloomed everywhere on his body, all of which fell into the mouth of the giant snake, and no drop was wasted. Ogre's body trembles slightly, but his eyes are getting brighter, his smile is getting more and more ferocious, and his neat and white teeth seem to be sharpened.

"Fools who grew up under the blood moon, among you are impossible to give birth to savior...you scums don’t deserve to be saved by savior...you can only be born like me at best Conspiracy..."

"I only knew that you could not tolerate a kind savior, but didn't expect that you could not even tolerate a vicious conspirator like me."

" But it's okay."

Fernandez showed an arrogant grin: "I have been used to this shame of being isolated by an idiot since I was born."

Happiness!

Under the blood moon, the nine snakes eat separately.

Kaimon, in an ogre studio.

There are lunch box garbage everywhere here, mixed with scattered paint, giving off the pungent smell of hard to describe.

A young man ogre sat on a tattered soft chair, watching Fernandez in the light curtain being bitten by the Nine Snakes.

It is not the first time that he has seen Fernandez. In many news, he has seen this compatriot in formal wear and shoes attending various elegant occasions countless times, knowing that Fernandez is known as the'most elegant ogre'. He insulted the mayor of Ogre many times in the bar, scolded him for changing teeth in order to please the voters, scolded him for not taking care of ogre, scolded him for being so rich and didn’t know to give everyone some money...

At the beginning of the trial, he also expected Fernandez to be crushed into a muddy lake. He was very upset and even hated Fernandez. Everyone is ogre. Why can you be the mayor and enjoy the glory, and we can only live Don't even dare to order takeout in the lower area?   If you change to a human mayor or an elf mayor, he will not be so angry, but Fernandez can't.

Why are you ogre better than us?   He also voted for Fernandez just now.

But now looking at the trial scene in the light curtain, the young man ogre doesn't know why. He feels empty and uncomfortable. It is more uncomfortable than being hungry and more uncomfortable than being beaten by a gang.

He is faintly aware of something, that guess seems to have turned into a Nine Headed Snake, clinging to his heart. He fell to the ground in pain, tears overflowing uncontrollably, but he opened his mouth, but couldn't make a sound.

He was retching, so uncomfortable that he wanted to vomit his soul, but he couldn't vomit anything.

He wants to call, but he doesn't know what to call.

Mayor? Fernandez? That bastard who is more disgusting than an orc dancer?

At this moment, a voice message suddenly popped up on the light curtain:    "Congratulations, because your redemption ticket successfully sanctioned the prisoner, so you were selected as the'Roulette of Justice' He won the third prize in the lottery link, and now I’m giving you..."

This voice message completely defeated his psychological defense. This young man, ogre, fearing nothing in Heaven or Earth, can’t bear it anymore. I couldn't help it, curled up on the ground like a baby, crying, tears and nose muddy, crying too hard to breathe, crying nonsense.

"wu wu...wow...buzz...papa..."

(End of this chapter)