Chapter 151 One of the oldest mysteries of ancient forbidden witchcraft
[Haha, the ritual was successful, I defeated death again! ]
[The taste of life, what I miss]
[Sequelae? ]
[I have been extremely exhausted recently, and there seems to be some conflict of consciousness. ]
[No, I can't. I need the help of the Scarlet Secret Society. ]
[It has been solved, I am still me! ]
[Ah. No, I am Mouli IV now. ]
[Yes, the new governor of Blood Cliff. ]
[I will once again lead the Mouli family on the road to glory. ]
[I seem to have written something, but I forgot. ]
[Let me think about it, I really can’t remember clearly. ]
[Mouli family. I will always be loyal to blood magic. ]
[Good news comes from the Scarlet Secret Society. ]
[Blood magic seems to have some new changes]
[The great Lord Vladimir once again optimized and improved blood magic. ]
[Praise to Lord Vladimir! ]
Huo Jixing looked at the badly weathered parchment in his hand and read each one carefully until the last one was extremely damaged.
“Huh!”
Huo Jixing took a breath and calmed down his emotions, but there was a biting chill that eroded his soul.
"Mouli IV? Or Mouli himself?"
The contents of these parchments were really shocking, or it completely broke his conventional understanding.
Seeking immortality at the expense of your own blood descendants?
Huo Jixing thought of the many noble young ladies of the Mouli family and the experimental table data provided by Kalida.
It is not difficult to imagine that these noble young masters and ladies are the descendants of blood who were carefully selected and raised in the castle.
The function of their existence is to allow Mauli IV to choose the most suitable substitute for him.
Huo Jixing once again looked at the last parchment in his hand, and his eyes fell on the text at the bottom——
The great Lord Vladimir once again performed blood magic Optimized and improved!
“It’s really Vladimir!”
Huo Jixing’s pupils tightened and thoughts emerged.
He couldn't help but think of the words left by the pale lady before, and then thought of the last words of Mauli IV.
The chosen one!
Suddenly, Huo Jixing felt a sense of crisis in his heart.
In the memory of his past life, Scarlet Reaper Vladimir is far from an ordinary hero.
Looking back at the historical records of Valoran, we have lost track of Vladimir several times, but there are many people suspected of being him in the records.
As early as the Darkin period, Vladimir's figure has been appearing.
Even in the war that destroyed the Darkin tyrants, Vladimir and his followers appeared.
During the establishment of the Noxus Empire, Vladimir appeared in high society as a master of ancient forbidden witchcraft.
It is also one of the oldest mysteries in Noxus.
"According to this calculation, Vladimir's life span is more than 1,500 years old." Huo Jixing's heart palpitated.
He looked at the dilapidated experimental table in front of him and the blood-stained bloody hall.
"An experimental ritual of blood magic?"
Huo Jixing suppressed his inner thoughts, quickly folded the parchment scrolls together and put them in his arms.
Before leaving the laboratory, he looked at the floor tiles under the stone platform, thoughts surging in his heart.
“Did you stay there consciously?”
Huo Jixing searched carefully along the passages and halls again, not missing any unusual place.
This time, I gained nothing.
In Blood Cliff City, dim stars fell.
In an alley near a bustling street, densely packed blood-colored armored soldiers quietly gathered, creating a chilling atmosphere.
“Is this here?”
A low voice sounded, and his eyes glowed with blue light, staring into the silent tavern in the darkness.
“Yes, we have checked out all the clues, only this tavern is a bit suspicious.”
The armored and sharp-armed city guard commander said in a solemn voice, under the bloody mask, there was a An extremely angry face.
His previous assistance in hunting down fugitives had left him physically and mentally exhausted and exhausted.
Now Butum Mouli’s sudden death has directly caused Blood Cliff to enter a state of martial law throughout the city.
Accountability after the fact will definitely be indispensable.
Remembering the bloody methods of the Mouli family before, the city guard commander shuddered.
In the deep alley, a strong middle-aged man wearing simple linen clothes and carrying two swords came out.
The long black hair is braided and draped over the shoulders, and the muscles like stone carvings are exposed to the air.
“Then let’s begin.”
The strong middle-aged man stretched his body and took off the two swords on his back, his blue eyes reflecting little ripples. "Don't keep the orderly waiting!"
"Archers, prepare!" The city guard commander waved his left hand, aiming at the tavern in front of him.
“Shoot!”
Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!
Above the quiet street, a scream-like sound suddenly broke through the air.
Under the darkness of night, barbed arrows were shot out from the archer's fingertips like bullets, carrying fierce momentum and deadly killing intent.
They drew beautiful arcs in the air, flashing with cold light, like death's scythes, hitting the tavern accurately.
In a dim tavern.
Jalal could not sleep. He stood up and leaned against the wall, his eyes falling on the blood-colored castle in the distance.
Huo Jixing's departure made him a little worried.
The influence of the Mouli family in Blood Cliff far exceeds the superficial impression.
He can say a bad word.
In Blood Cliff City, the orders from the empire’s high command are inferior to the arbitrary instructions of the Mouli family.
This is not a lie, but the reputation and majesty of the Mouli family that has been inherited for hundreds of years.
All families and forces that live in Blood Cliff are influenced by the Mouli family.
Jalal's eyes flickered as he looked toward the side hall in the backyard, as if he wanted to penetrate the wall and see the person resting inside.
He did not want to lend a helping hand and get involved in the troubles of the Scarlet Secret Society.
After all, the responsibility of the Leiser Guard Secretariat is only to collect intelligence from various places and hand it over to the empire's high command.
“Huh!?” Jalal seemed to hear something and raised his eyebrows slightly.
Through the dim starlight, he looked at the sky and saw sharp arrows coming like a torrential rain.
“Dodge!”
Jalal’s pupils tightened, and a look of fear appeared on his face.
The moment the roar rang out, many Leiser garrison soldiers who were resting in the tavern immediately reacted.
But they had no time to put on armor and could only rely on the hard things in the room to avoid the arrows.
Kalida in the backyard also woke up quickly, protected the baby, and rolled under the bed.
Clang! Sonorous! Sonorous!
The black rainstorm hit, and the sharp arrows fell with terrifying penetrating power, embedded in the walls, tables and chairs, making a dull sound.
Jalal waved his long sword, chopped down the arrows in front of him, and quickly rushed into the side hall.
Seeing that Kalida was fine under the bed, she felt relieved.
"It's too careless. The surrounding movement disappeared and I didn't notice it at all."
Jalal looked back at the night street with an embarrassed expression. Many things piled up together, making him somewhat lost his position.
But the offensive outside will not stop just because you are not ready.
A waterfall of arrows fell from the sky above the tavern again, three times in a row.
At this moment, the soldiers of the Leiser Guard Corps who were unable to dodge grunted and screamed.
"Damn it!" Jalal cursed and asked Kalida not to go out.
Facing the rain of arrows, he waved his sword, jumped to the eaves of the tavern, and looked at the bloody armored soldiers arrayed outside the street.
"Stop attacking, this is the Reiser Guard Secret Hall!"
Jalal roared loudly and decisively threw his token, falling straight to the back of the array.
(End of this chapter)