The Heavens: Hogwarts Transfer Students

Skeleton Gordy didn't survive more than three seconds.

Asdalen's younger brothers and sisters took a slight step back. The official thugs in front of them were really not easy to deal with.

Dalria said tremblingly: "Gordy is here to open the door for us."

They gathered in front of a tall and heavy carved iron door, which was covered with intricate words. Traces of the magic network flowed on the door, and it was firmly sealed.

Asdalen recognized the writing on the door, "Kazador never allowed us to learn this language."

Gale came closer to study the words on the door, "This is a very ancient language. I seem to have seen relevant records in Black Stick Academy, but unfortunately I did not study it in depth."

Behind the door is the banquet hall, where Kazador entertains guests. If you continue deeper, you will reach the prison where seven thousand sacrifices are held.

"It seems that you need some special items to open the door, and you also need to know the secret word to open the door." Ying Xin said softly.

Will found a ring from the fragments of Gordy's skeleton, "I got it."

They inserted the ring into the hole in the door and it fit perfectly.

"What about the secret words?"

Linde suddenly recited short words one after another from his mouth.

Facing everyone's surprised expressions, he smiled and pointed at his eyes, "The eyes of the rune guardian can read any text."

Will quickly said: "Praise the King of the Tower." He was also ready to change jobs and took this opportunity to flatter the new boss more.

The door slowly opened under everyone's hesitant gaze.

The banquet hall was empty at this time, and only a distant and faint voice came from the depths, "Come in, my child, the Black Mass is about to begin. Go through the hall and come to my private room."

The spawns bowed their heads submissively in front of this voice, and looked enthusiastic.

"Is this voice Kazador?" Lind looked at Asdalen.

The other party's bright red eyes were literally dripping with blood, and the more painful and angry he was, the stronger the Shar curse he carried, making him laugh even more cheerfully.

The spawn looked at their elder brother with even more fear. The followers of Bane who were recruited and the mercenaries of Flamefist were equally frightened.

In such a gloomy environment, no one knows what danger lurks ahead, so everyone is nervous.

Linde asked the six spawns to surrender, but they did not resist fiercely.

The Bane followers put explosive collars on them with a grin.

"Don't use your brain. Otherwise, as soon as we press the trigger, your brain will say goodbye to your body."

The spawn were expressionless.

After passing through the banquet hall, everyone came to Cazador's private room. It occupied a small area and every inch of the air seemed to have a sweet and fishy smell.

Shadow Heart narrowed his eyes, "I thought this place would be filled with corpses, just like the Mind Flayer colony under the Moonrise Tower. I didn't expect it to be surprisingly clean - except for the smell of blood, there is no atmosphere of wandering souls."

Dalria explained: "In the past, the prisoners we captured were sent to the banquet hall, and the master did not allow us to continue to see them. I thought they were all enjoyed by the master alone."

"But that's obviously not the case. Those people were taken underground." Jaheira investigated the room like a detective. She noticed a clean metal platform on the floor - it was an old elevator with scratches all over it. Traces are the marks left by the struggles of desperate people.

This elevator is very wide and strong, and the entire palace is also magnificently built. The doors are wide and the corridors are wide enough for two ogres to walk side by side, so it is very convenient for the Iron Guards to move here.

The lift goes down to the prison.

There is a large cave structure underneath Baldur's Gate, and the place where they are is the prison of the spawn.

The light in the cave is dim, there is no top or bottom, the sound of dripping water is like rain, and the air is moist and cold, as if it is filled with invisible ice cubes.

Seven thousand heavy iron chains hang from the ceiling of the cave, and seven thousand furnace-shaped iron cages are hung, holding 6,993 vampire spawns.

With so many hanging cages, this place is like a burial ground for flying birds.

Vampire spawns are immortal, so during these hundreds of years, the spawns in cages have not been fed. Most of them have become so thin that they have lost their appearance, with their skin covering their bones and their lips I can't cover my teeth anymore. Looking through the iron cage, he just looked at them faintly.

Asdalen and his younger siblings all recognized these people, almost all of whom they had abducted over the past few hundred years.

"It's impossible... they are all still alive..." Dalria grabbed her hair, "How come they are all alive?! No, don't look at me, don't look at me like this."

The prisoners looked at the seven liars, abductors, and Kazador's accomplices with hatred, and at the living people with greed.

Some Bane believers murmured: "What a glorious tyranny. The people who are starving are the easiest to rule, let alone hundreds of years of hunger."

The Flame Fist mercenary stiffened as he was stared at by thousands of pairs of scarlet eyes.

Linde raised his hand, and the holy power in his body was activated, turning into a halo of aura, spreading around, driving away the fear in the hearts of his teammates.

"Let's go and see what kind of medicine is sold in Kazador's gourd."

He had a revolver stuck in his waist, filled with silver-plated bullets, a backpack full of holy water, and wore a cowboy hat, looking like Van Helsing.

Kazador stood on the stone altar. The altar stood in mid-air, with only a descending staircase connecting it to other places. In the air around it, there were only prisons hanging. When the faint wind blows, the trembling sound of the iron chain is like a drizzle of rain.

In the center of the altar lay his coffin, with werewolves and undead servants surrounding him as if worshiping a god.

When Kazadol heard the footsteps, he didn't look back and said, "You are here. Have you brought any news about the naughty guy? If not, it doesn't matter. Hurry up and enter your ceremony venue...wait."

Kazador suddenly noticed that the steps behind him were not that light.

But it was heavy, almost like a legion marching.

He turned around sharply, and what he saw immediately was the steaming Iron Guard.

"How did these ghosts get in here?!" He glared.

The Flame Fist soldier took a step forward and held up Gotash's order: "Citizen Kazador Zal, you are suspected of more than 7,000 kidnappings and murders and have been found guilty by Lord Enver Gotash. Please put it down." Arms, surrender immediately!”

Cazador:? ? ?

The appearance of this vampire appeared in front of everyone.

He is a young-looking male elf with a castratory tone and a cold temperament.

"Enver Gotash, this idiot, doesn't he know about my relationship with the Zonggui Council? He betrayed the noble class! Oh, Asdalen, boy, I know, it turns out you are the one who brought this group Idiot. Do you still want to commit the same crime?"

"Hee hee hee hee hee hee……"

"Why are you talking and giggling? Has the sun outside burned out your brain stem?"

"Hey Hey Hey……"

Crazy laughter echoed in the cave where seven thousand prisoners were hung.

Asdalen finally spoke, "I have a lot to say to you, about how you tortured me, about how you ruined my life and turned me into a liar, a loser, and a wretch. But now I just feel ridiculous... Linde, you still remember that plan, right?"

Linde nodded, "First the most holy beheading, then the most holy beheading, and finally the most holy beheading!"

The companions responded with a roar.

Shadowheart took out the blood of Lathander and raised it above his head. The bright sun's rays illuminated this evil place, causing the vampires and undead to scream in pain.

"Sun Ray!!!"

Kazadol was deprived of his ability to transform into a bat in the daylight, and he yelled viciously: "You have no idea what stupid things you have done, Black Mass, activate!"

He raised the bloody staff high, and seven spawns including Asdalen were suddenly bound by the blood seeping out of the altar stone, and the seven thousand prison cells burst out with fierce light of fire.

The ascension ceremony started.

After Gale finished reciting the spell, he raised his hand and pointed at Kazador: "Otto is dancing!"

This is a powerful 6-ring charm control spell with no immunity. The person being controlled will start dancing without any restraint.

Kazador began to dance, and then the paladin's scythe and hammer came crashing down.

The Scythe of Melkor in Lind's hand swung out a huge waterfall of light, drowning the undead and werewolves in the flames of holy light.

Kazador screamed loudly.

I have always felt that the original English name of Otto Miwu is a bit funny. It seems that I surfed too much online.