Wizard From Afar

The night is getting darker, but there is still no sign of the blizzard stopping.

In the howling cold wind, the shady glacier Snow Mountain can no longer hear the icy roar of the carrion demons; the only thing that can be clearly seen among the stars is the distance The shadow of Niederhogg standing majestically.

The black hair wizard, who had fled for a whole day under the chasing and killing of monsters, hid in a not deep cave where Snow Mountain collapsed, panting desperately, his heart beating violently almost About to break through the ribcage, tear the whole body in half!

Tightly grasping the "Bright Silver" in his hand, Loren, who was breathing disorderly, sat slumped on the ground relying on the mountain wall, his dark pupils staring at the entrance of the cave motionlessly, his eyes not shifting for a moment.

He is waiting, waiting for the guy who has chased him for a whole day to find him.

And the other party will definitely come.

There is no other reason, it is enough to be the apostle of Lemantes-the running dog of the "dead man" naturally has the same "fascination" as its owner.

Despair of desperation, frustration in trouble, struggling on whilst at death's door under heavy siege......

Perverted lunatics are just like this, don’t they?

The wind and snow outside the cave have not stopped. The icy cold wind gradually stiffens and numbs the body. Little by little swallows the heat remaining in the tired body, and grabs the left hand of the sword hilt. Constant activity will prevent you from losing consciousness.

The dark eyes under the messy hair tips are already covered with bloodshot eyes, and you can hardly see anything in the dark night when the light source is dim; the black hair wizard with frozen teeth trembling gently licks the chapped lips , Do your best to keep yourself calm.

In the blurred vision, a staggering silhouette appeared outside the cave.

"Talking little gentleman, didn't expect us to meet again so soon."

Faoda walked into the cave with a cane, and said gentle but implicit words. But there is ice cold aura in it: "I was injured, or did your friends leave you exhausted?"

"Your Excellency Faouda, I am so happy to see you."

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Loren, whose body is gradually numb by the howling cold wind, has one's hair stand on end, and barely smiles: "To be precise, I shouldn't be going to run away anymore."

"Very good..."

The old man's tone became colder and colder: "The previous proposal is still valid-tell the old man Niederhogg's entrance, and you can forget the previous things, old man It will also allow you to embrace death without pain."

He breathed slightly, the black hair wizard struggled to get up from the ground, his dark pupils exuding scorching eyes: "In fact, I also have a proposal. Here you are..."

"oh?"

Faouda's expression is very subtle, and his eyes light up: "I am still going to continue with Final Struggle...It's really unfortunate!"

"For such a stubborn creature, the old man must be punished in place of the corpse! Torture, torture, torture! Steel nails for ears, eye gouging and nose cutting, prying the brain, opening the chest, digging, and cutting Being a stick, peeling skin and tearing bones..."

The old man who had just calmed down suddenly murmured like an ominous beast smelling blood, and his throat kept making wind-like noises.

But his voice stopped abruptly-another footstep appeared outside the cave.

There is also the sound of sword edge being unsheathed.

In just an instant, the excited Faouda returned to his original indifference. The old man who didn’t look back was slightly nodded, and the corners of his grinning mouth showed dense white teeth: "This nasty and humble stench. , The old man remembers it clearly...

Yes, only the dog of the Holy Cross can emit this kind of smell!"

The expressionless guard Knight drew out the sharp blade. Neither fast nor slow approached Faouda's back step by step; the star covered with gaps dragged his feet, and the snow on the ground left a deep scratch.

The black hair wizard who slowly got up dropped the shiny silver in his hand, and the corners of his cracked mouth murmured softly. The gray blue sword glow bloomed in a dark midnight, as if ice-cold. The flames kept puffing out tongues of fire.

Faoda clenched the crutch in his hand, glanced at the guard Knight behind him with almost contempt, and stared coldly into the eyes of the black hair wizard.

"A wizard and a church Knight... You have worked hard to bring the old man here at the risk of death. This is your trap?"

"Yes, This is my trap-and my last, only hole card." Loren slowly said: "And you will definitely die here!"

"Absurd, the power of the old man..."

"Evil God Lemantes, the so-called "dead", personally created the culprit of the horrible monster, the carrion demon, and controls the devil in the terminal form of death. In other words, as long as it is a'living creature that can be killed', it is absolutely impossible to withstand a single blow in front of it!"

Loren, who suddenly spoke, interrupted the old man coldly: "As long as the'dead' are servants of Lemantes, they can take their lives and give them, and even continuously transform between the two."

"So it is still the physical body and As mortal flesh, we have absolutely no chance of winning in front of Lemantes."

"But...you are not Lemantes; Faoda, you are only Lemantes’ apostle. …So, the power you have is limited, or'extremely' limited."

"Isn’t it? If it’s Evil God Lemantes, then even hundreds of thousands The carrion demon can also be like an arm, even if the Great Snow Mountain is in front of it, it will instantly turn into ashes!"

"It would be better to say that this piece of Desolate Land was originally So it will become what it is today. It is because of the power of Lemantes that the result is wrong?"

The calm Loren speaks quickly, under Faouda’s increasingly ugly expression. Repeatedly said:

"If you also have a power comparable to Lemantes...no, even if it is only the power to approach, the trifling sorcerer would have been turned into ashes long ago; the reason why it has been delayed until now It’s not because of how smart you are underneath, or because of your deliberate release of water."

"If you want to describe it, if Lymantes is the moon, you are at best a fluorescent stone; it looks terrifying. Strength is really just a crude and clumsy imitation, comparable to a poor sorcerer!"

"So the real answer is simple, your strength is not enough to kill me, because you really are... …

Too! Weak! It's——!"

The voice echoed for a long time in the within cave, and the guard Knight approaching from behind stopped and squinted at his figure slightly. The trembling "old man".

In the sight of the black hair wizard, Faoda’s cold face kept distorting, and his gloomy and uncertain face kept changing; the tight-hearted Loren swallowed saliva and said tightly. The left hand of the hilt was already sweating.

Asriel...you better not lie to me this time, otherwise I will definitely drag you when I go to hell!

"Oh...really, my dear Loren is starting to doubt poor Asriel again." A certain teenager sighed in Loren's mind:

"At least this time, I really didn’t lie—as I mentioned, every Evil God is very familiar with each other; and Lemantes, a perverted lunatic, may have weird thinking, curious behavior, disgusting and obsessed with each other. The sacrifice of cultivating ghosts and animals......"

"But, like all perverts and lunatics, the most unbearable thing is the provocation and excitement of words!"

No When Loren noticed it, and in the blink of an eye, Faoda roared like ominous beast, shuddering and raising the right hand with black skeletons!

At that moment, Loren seemed to see himself opening the "valve" for the first time in the tree wall.

A thin line of one after another black gushes from the skull mark, along the withered arms and neck, gradually rushes to the upper cheeks, until it finally covers the whole body, making the screaming Faoda sound like Heart-piercing scream!

The guards Knight and the black hair wizard who changed their faces slightly changed their faces and looked at each other. The two raised the sharp blade in their hands almost at the same time and moved slowly, ready to go.

Faouda, who was covered with "black lines", let out a long roar and lowered his head sharply! The twitching limbs are like some kind of monsters constantly wandering around in his body as a creeper.

"The humble creatures, the dirty dogs of the Holy Cross..."

Slowly raised his head, Faoda’s yellow eyes were completely saturated with black lines and opened. The corners of his mouth kept overflowing with viscous pus:

"Ready... are you ready to face death——?!"