Chapter 226 Tiefling Warlock
In the corner of the southern district of Mokou Town, several newly built low-rise houses are scattered here. The underground secret room of one of the houses is packed with dozens of people. Several male and female assassins.
"Bang!"
The wooden door was closed, and a female assassin stood against the door with her back, saying to the masked man standing in the center of the room: "Lord Ramsay, traps and magic alarms It's been set up so no one can break in quietly."
"Very good."
The assassin named Lord Ramsay put on a black silk mask, with a flaming dagger carved on his right cheek. He said slowly in a low voice, "Everyone, just two hours ago, I received Magical message from Ximen Headquarters."
"A vampire elder from Dark Night Mask has given me an order to end the mission in the near future and return to the headquarters."
"This means. Now, we don’t have much time, we must carry out the plan to assassinate the lord of Mokou Town.”
“Why did the headquarters suddenly become so anxious?”
There was a commotion in the secret room, and the assassins. Conversation in low tones.
Most of the conversation focused on the fact that the mage lord of Mokou Town was as timid as a mouse and had been hiding in the wizard tower, so he would not try to force his way in.
Ramus' eyes remained indifferent and he allowed the assassins to discuss.
In fact, the magical message from Ximen Headquarters was his lie.
His only purpose is to let this group of subordinates attract the target's attention.
In any case, their mission is to look at results rather than people.
As long as he can find a way for this group of people to attract the mage lord of Mokou Town from the wizard tower, he will have a chance to kill him.
After all, no one can guarantee how long this mage lord will stay in his wizard tower.
One month?
Half a year?
One year?
He has more important things to do and doesn't want to waste time here.
Besides, if the plan is successful, the headquarters will only reward him and will not ask how many people died during the mission.
The dead have no right to speak!
In Ramsay's eyes, besides him, the dozen other assassins in the secret room have all been put on the death list by his extremely detailed plan.
"Lord Ramsay..."
An old assassin's sharp eyes flashed, and he was about to speak. In the dark secret room, a wave of magic came without warning.
"Jie Jie Jie..."
A strange and strange laughter appeared, and as the magic wave appeared, a sudden hot wind swept over, emitting hellish heat.
"Woo! Woo! Woo!..."
The magic alarm set by the assassins above the secret room came belatedly, making a piercing cry and a group of hurried footsteps.
"We have been exposed!"
Most of the assassins reacted quickly. The moment the alarm sounded, they hid in the shadows and ran away from other escape passages in the secret room.
Ramus, the leader of this group of assassins, did not move. The eyes exposed by his black silk mask were full of fear.
He saw an evil spellcaster strolling out of the ripples of the void.
This sudden appearance of the spell caster was dressed in a dark red robe. Obsidian-like ram horns protruded from his broad forehead and bent backwards. His thick dark red tail swayed slightly, Rustling.
He held a ghost staff that exuded scorching light. Two groups of ghostly ghost fires with no fixed form were rotating around the top of the staff. From time to time, they turned into ferocious green skulls and roared at the dull Ramsay with bared teeth. , there is a strong aura of purgatory in the voice.
Tiefling Warlock!
A fallen race clearly marked by devil blood.
“Ah!!!”
The screams coming from outside the secret room brought Ramsay back to reality.
He saw a few assassins walking slower inside. They were either haunted by the evil fire that suddenly appeared in the void, or their feet were grabbed by ghostly hands emerging from the floor.
In short, almost every assassin is entangled in the evil ghost fire.
The will-o'-the-wisp full of negative energy causes their exposed skin to become dehydrated, aged, and wrinkled in the blink of an eye, or burned by the hot flames.
“Ah!!!”
With a scream, the first deceased appeared.
The unlucky young female assassin was bitten in the thigh by a skull burning with green flames. Under the erosion of negative energy, her beautiful face instantly withered into the appearance of an eighty or ninety year old woman.
"Lord Ramsay, save me!"
The female assassin screamed before she died, but the latter remained motionless, watching with dull eyes as the female assassin finally turned into a mummy and fell. .
Ramus is very familiar with this female assassin, and has had many close contacts at the headquarters in West Gate City.
But when he saw the female face that had become as ugly and disgusting as a hag, Ramsay's whole body was trembling and his face turned pale.
In such a dangerous situation, his mind uncontrollably recalled the exquisite ventriloquism of this ugly female assassin who once knelt in front of him to serve him, so that his stomach twitched and twitched.
The skull surrounded by will-o'-the-wisps floated up from the mummy, its cold gaze fixed on the assassin leader.
A cold shiver crawled up Ramsay's back. His strong desire to survive finally overcame his fear, and he instantly released his best escape skill.
——"Supernatural ability: Shadow Step!"
His whole body turned into a flying shadow, and his strong body suddenly broke through the main material world and appeared in the ethereal world. The plane of shadow.
"Haha..."
The tiefling warlock smiled coldly, and slammed the ghost staff into the ground in his hand. The two ghostly ghost fires lingering on the top of the staff screamed with joy, and turned into Make two flowing shadows and disappear.
"Ah!!!..."
Ramus, who was speeding through the shadow plane, suddenly screamed. The gray-white shadow space suddenly changed, and he fell into the main material world out of thin air. on the ground.
The ferocious skull transformed from the ghostly fire suddenly expanded several times in size, forcibly pulling him out of the shadow plane, surrounding him and screaming and biting him.
In just a moment, the body of this Shadow Dancer Assassin, whose strength was close to the legendary realm, was covered with bloody wounds.
"Stop, my darlings!"
The tiefling warlock walked from the void and looked down at the dying assassin.
The ghostly ghost fires that bit the assassin leader left one after another, shrank to the size of a fist at a speed visible to the naked eye, and once again lingered on the top of the ghost staff, making a close whimpering sound.
“Want to commit suicide? Wouldn’t that be too easy for you.”
The tiefling warlock smiled sinisterly, and his pale and hollow pupils strangely turned into two elongated triangular shapes, like two coiled snake heads, and the leader of the rushers issued the most deadly bite.
A bone-chilling paralysis suddenly took over Ramsay's body, causing him to lose all control of his body, and he eventually fainted completely due to the severity of his injuries.
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Dark and dull underground space.
This is the dungeon of Mokou Town, located deep underground in the city hall.
The builders were the Zhentarim, and now it has naturally become a secret prison for the new lord.
In a closed cell in the deepest part, as the steel cell door opened, Salo, the leader of the Mokou Town garrison, and his deputy Puranda walked into the cell.
"Wait, let me do it." The tiefling warlock standing at the door of the cell stretched out his ghost staff to stop the two of them, and said in a slightly hoarse voice:
< br> "Your torture techniques are terrible, and the people I know best in my life are assassins. Such people are strong-willed. If caught, they will usually bite their tongues to commit suicide or take poison. Even with ordinary confusion and control spells, it is difficult to find out. What you want."
Salo looked into the tiefling warlock's pale and empty eyes, nodded slightly, and then said to Ranger Puranda, "Then let's go out and wait."
The cell door closed gently, and the dungeon corridor began to echo with horrifying howls.
"Where did you recruit such a sorcerer who makes people's scalp numb just by looking at him?" Puranda glanced at the cell, folded her arms and leaned against the wall, asking with lingering fear.
“He took refuge on his own initiative.” Salo replied, remembering the meeting with the magician, and added: “This is the first gift he gave us.”
"Weapons are not evil, what is evil is the human heart." He recalled the words of the warlock, and said to Puranda:
"His profession is a hellfire magician, specializing in the flames of hell. The Nether Fire, a dangerous energy that only appears in the Nine Hells of Baator."
"From the Nine Hells?" Puranda's eyes widened in surprise, and she stood up straight and looked at Salo, "No one who deals with the devil is a good person, so you'd better be careful."
"I have my own sense of discretion." Salo said nonchalantly:
"Before agreeing for him to join us, I had asked my eldest brother Balerius to meet with him in advance and said that there was no problem, and The other party also claimed that he would be happy to meet with our lord."
He manages the order of the entire Mokou Town. What is most urgently needed right now is spellcasters who walk in the darkness like warlocks. Talent.
After all, it is easy to hide from open guns and hard to prevent hidden arrows. If this magician had not appeared, he would have never known that there was such a powerful assassin organization hidden in Mokou Town.
After a while, the tiefling warlock walked out expressionlessly.
Salo looked through the half-opened cell door and happened to see a skinned, bloody corpse on the ground.
He resisted the discomfort in his stomach and looked away.
"This is a shadow dancer whose strength has reached a quasi-legendary level. I had no choice but to use the method of imprisoning the soul." The tiefling warlock said helplessly.
Saluo and Puranda looked at each other and smacked their lips secretly.
A shadow dancer whose strength has reached a quasi-legendary level is actually teased like a cat's paw and a mouse by the magician in front of him, which shows his strength.
For such a person to join Mokou Town willingly, I am afraid it is not as simple as imagined.
Saluo secretly made up his mind to report this matter when the lord comes out of seclusion.
“His name is Ramsay, and his code name in the organization is ‘Blazing Flame’. He serves the Mask of the Night in Ximen City and belongs directly to a killer organization called ‘Flame Dagger’. He has completed a total of large and small tasks. There were eighty-three missions, including thirty-five group assassination missions and forty-eight solo missions. The most glorious achievement was the successful assassination of the Queen of the Kingdom of Cormyr in Mokou Town during the Red Dragon Rebellion ten years ago. , the only failed mission was to assassinate a human sword mage named Hesiah..."
Listening to the tiefling warlock's retelling, Salo suppressed the fear in his heart and read all the information After remembering everything in his mind, he asked like a barrage of questions:
"So, are there any members of the 'Flame Dagger' gang that have slipped through the cracks in Mokou Town? Have they established an underground base? Is there anyone in the territory who has colluded with them? After this group of assassins were eliminated, the Mask of the Night headquarters, Will you send out the next team? ”
He still knows something about the killer organization ‘Flame Dagger’.
A small but deadly group of noble assassins, the 'Flame Daggers' are assassins in exile, originally an elite group of assassins based in the Kingdom of Cormyr.
It is said that when they assassinated a local lord, the organization was discovered and exposed to the public eye, so the members of the organization were forced to leave their hometown.
For a long time, the monarchs of Cormyr thought that this organization had died, but in fact, the 'Flame Dagger' had secretly reorganized and formed an alliance with Simon's vampire organization, the Mask of the Night, and started its own operation.
A series of questions made the dungeon dead silent for a long time. The magician then rolled his pale pupils and said:
"There is no underground station established, no one colludes with them, and the next one will not be sent. Gang, because Night Mask seems to have the largest group assassination mission in history, targeting the Kingdom of Cormyr. Even he himself doesn’t know the specific details.”
The tiefling shrugged and smiled. , two sharp canine teeth shined orange against the backdrop of the torch.
“Are you satisfied with my sincerity?” He looked at the Dragon Vein Warlock Salo, and the ram’s horns that curved backwards on his forehead jumped out of the light of the brazier. “If you are satisfied, don’t forget to introduce me to you when the time comes. "The meeting with the Lord."
As soon as he finished speaking, a ripple-like wave enveloped the warlock and disappeared into thin air.
"From the tone of his voice, he seems to know our lord." Puranda frowned and expressed her suspicion.
"It's rare to see more strange things." Salo said nonchalantly, "At this moment, if you say that our lord knows the devil Duke of Baator Hell, I wouldn't be surprised."
Two. People walked out of the cell side by side and walked upwards along the stairs.
"Oh, by the way." Salo seemed to have remembered something and looked at the ranger assistant beside him, "My elder brother has come to discuss something with you. We have been talking for so long."
They came to the lounge of the city hall and sat across from each other at a table with wine. "I was just about to tell you." Puranda picked up the wine glass and filled it for the two of them. "The lord has arranged an important task for me. I need to travel far away for a while."
“Important mission?” Salo looked at his friend in surprise.
"Magic Kingdom Halua, have you heard of it?" Puranda sat on the chair and showed a mysterious smile.
"I know a little bit." Salo raised his golden eyebrows, picked up the wine glass, and took a sip of wine, "A kingdom established by a group of descendants of Netheril."
In his In my impression, this secluded magical kingdom can be regarded as the most powerful group of spellcasters in the entire continent, and even the City of Ghosts cannot compare with it.
It is said that before the Arcane Catastrophe occurred, the population of the Kingdom of Halua was approximately 1.6 million, of which there were at least 200,000 wizards with spellcasting abilities.
They have a twelve-seat Council of Elders, and only spellcasters with medium legendary strength are eligible to run.
During the Arcane Catastrophe, it was once thought that this magical kingdom had been destroyed in the disaster.
In fact, because Halrua's prophets foresaw the disaster in advance, its own wizards used the raging blue fire after Mystra's death to safely push their kingdom into Toril. The twin world of Abel, and other distant small worlds take refuge.
Now, most of the past incidents have been resolved.
The famous Halrua skyships and water vehicles once again set sail from their homeland and began to look around to establish trade routes and political connections to understand how the world had changed in the century since they disappeared.
With the passage of time, they have basically returned to the independent and powerful magical kingdom they once were.
“Our lord is actually from the Kingdom of Halua.”
Pulanda said, “My mission this time is to go to Halua to deliver a letter. If it succeeds, we will Mokou Town will receive assistance from a team of spellcasters from the Magic Kingdom."
This unexpected news almost made Salo drop his wine glass. He suppressed the shock in his heart and said slowly, " I had known for a long time that our Lord's origin was not simple, but I didn't expect that he was a descendant of Netheril."
"Obviously." Puranda smiled slightly and expressed his guess, "His goal is most likely the same as that of Ghost City, and it is also for the Eno Oak Desert."
Hearing this news, Salo While I was excited, I felt a little empty.
As the former leader of the Dragon Skeleton Mercenary Group, the soldiers under his command are all composed of adventurers, free riders and mercenaries of varying quality. Their combat effectiveness and discipline can be imagined.
Because of this, he, the commander of the garrison, became the last person in Mokou Town.
Of course he is not willing to play a role similar to that of a police officer. He also wants to have a pivotal position in Mokou Town.
Otherwise, he would not have tried every means to build an elite force.
Unfortunately, things backfired. As Mokou Town continued to grow, he had clearly felt that the forces under his command were gradually out of touch.
Even the Silver Scholars Association, which once had only a dozen members, has gained support from wild spellcasters every day due to the successful establishment of the Wizard Tower, and has also produced batches of powerful mechanical puppets.
"Alas... No matter where they are or what force they are, soldiers will always be the lowest-ranking grassroots personnel." He sighed, raised his head and drank the wine in the glass in one gulp.
In fact, he also wants to recruit spellcasters to serve him and enhance his voice, but as long as their heads are not hit by the door, they all know very well that the Wizard Tower is the best choice.
If things go on like this, the forces under his command will eventually become nothing but green leaves, running errands for the noble spellcasters.
“Sometimes, thinking too long-term is also a very troublesome problem.” Puranda smiled and comforted:
“Don’t think so much, stick to your principles. That’s all, you just need to know that our Mokou Town is like a mechanical puppet, and each of us is an internal part of the puppet. If any part is missing, the mechanical puppet will have problems or stop functioning due to malfunction. "
"I know." Salo refilled his and Puranda's wine glasses. He didn't want to think about this headache and changed the subject.
“Harua is located in the southernmost part of the continent. You can take a boat from Susar Port and enter the Sea of Fallen Stars from Dragon Lake. During this period, you also need to pass through the two pirate kingdoms of Tumis and Jondas. Only then can we arrive at the Weihong Sea. Landing at Alaba Port in the Weihong Sea, passing through the Golden Plains, then taking a boat across the Lake of Steam, and finally arriving at the Sea of Glory in the southernmost part of the continent, I dare not count on it. Go down, although the southern shore of the Sea of Glory is the Kingdom of Halua, but the Bandit Wasteland Desert and the North Wall Mountains are blocking it. If you want to complete the mission alive, I advise you to stay away from the near and choose to go around the Chult Peninsula, and finally from Arriving head-on at Halua Basin ”
"I have to say that this is indeed a very difficult task." Dragon Vein Warlock sighed, "However, given the current state of our territory, it is indeed the best choice for you, a ranger who has traveled all over the world, to go there. . "
"Don't worry, I'm familiar with the road conditions, there won't be any problems," Ranger Puranda said nonchalantly, "Besides, our generous lord has made it possible for me to complete the mission smoothly. He gave me many magic items."
After hearing this, Salo noticed that his friend had two more rings on his hand, and the boots were also a piece of magic equipment with unknown functions. He felt much relieved.
“It’s just that when you leave, I will be left alone again.” He swung the wine in his glass and said helplessly, “I don’t know how long it will take to come back.”
Although he was once the leader of the Dragon Skeleton Mercenary Group, compared to the temperament of the two of them, Puranda was more like a leader.
This is indeed the case. Every decision of the Dragon Skeleton Mercenary Group is made by him.
He is tall, handsome, slender and well-proportioned, with a pair of eyes that are always smiling, and sandy-colored hair. Mixed with golden threads like sunshine.
He is also never restrained. Even if he does not speak fluent dialects or languages of other races, he still has a way to communicate with others.
In comparison, Salo is really a bit shabby. If it weren't for the power and changes brought by the true dragon blood, he would be an ordinary honest man.
"Actually, you should smile more." This is what Puranda often teases herself.
"It will only take about three months at most." Puranda thought seriously for a moment and said with a smile:
"As for returning, there is no need to worry at all, because I will bring the magic circle node of Mokou Town with me. If the matter is settled, , it can be teleported back through the wizard of Halua."
"Actually, I'm curious about something." He put down the wine glass and continued:
"You said, the two of us are together. We have been mercenaries together for at least seven or eight years, and I have never heard you mention your eldest brother Balerius. If I am not mistaken, you and Balerius were once mercenaries. "
Hearing his friend's inquiry, Salo paused for a moment with the wine glass he handed to his lips. He suddenly felt that the fine wine in the glass suddenly became tasteless.
"Sorry, I shouldn't have mentioned such unhappy things." Puranda seemed to have noticed Salo's emotional change and apologized quickly.
Saluo shook his head slightly, not paying attention, and then drank the wine in one gulp.
Pulanda's words reminded him of the scene ten years ago: Balerius fell to his knees, covered in blood, the first lord of Mokou Town urged everyone to slay the dragon, and the men and women were terrified. Running, fighting in the streets, trampling each other, screaming and wailing.
The high priest from the Church of the God of Knowledge...
Her hair was on fire, she was holding an adamantine flail, she was shouting, then she jumped on the back of the dragon and flew up.
The ancient red dragon spread its wings and brought up dust all over the sky, which blurred Salo's eyes. But through the piercing tears, he still saw the red dragon spitting out flames and ravaging the town. Its huge dark red dragon wings flapped at the purple dragon knights in the town. .
The smell of the red dragon made the horses stand up in fear, kicking with iron palms, the crowd pushed and trampled each other, the spears were like rain, the arrows were like locusts, the red dragon rolled violently in the air, and the wounds continued to bleed, and The high priest of the God of Knowledge lay firmly on the dragon's back.
He didn't know anything about the rest because he was already unconscious.
If he had not accidentally learned the truth of the matter, he would probably have misunderstood his eldest brother Balerius for the rest of his life.
The next morning, the weather was cool and sunny.
Salo stood on the tower of Mokou Town, looking at the back of his friend and assistant driving away, feeling a little melancholy in his heart.
After staring for a long time, he walked past the two wizards who were debugging the spell turret, nodded to the patrols on the city wall, and turned to look at the orderly town.
This made him involuntarily recall his birthplace: Port Calim on the north coast of the Sea of Glory.
It is just across the sea from the Kingdom of Halua.
However, he had never liked that port city because it was a city known as 'a million beggars'.
This dirty and ugly city reeks of feces and rotten fish.
It is a smuggler's paradise and a pirate's lair.
In the lower city where he lived, the streets were paved with wooden planks on mud, and the houses were all fence houses woven with branches, with straw roofs, and belly quilts were always hung on the gallows doors. A carcass that has been disemboweled and eviscerated.
During his mercenary career, Salo traveled to many places.
Whether it is the glorious land of Waterdeep and Luskan, the City of Thousand Sails in the Sword Coast region, or Susar, the royal capital of the Kingdom of Cormyr, as well as Masamba, etc., he is quite familiar with them.
But among so many cities, the one that impressed him the most was Mokou Town.
Although its size is not smaller than Cormyr's imperial capital Susar City and his childhood hometown of Calimport, it is clean, tidy and orderly, and the wide and straight streets are easy to walk on.
As someone who maintained order, he felt a sense of pride.
Recalling what he needed to do next, he no longer wasted time, left the city wall and returned to where he lived.
In order not to attract attention, he replaced the gray wool cloak with purple trim with a plain brown hooded traveling cloak.
After organizing everything, he walked towards the 'Adventurer' tavern in the town.
He saw a table set up in the shade outside the tavern door, and a flag was erected next to the table, fluttering in the wind, depicting three male lions walking upright.
Four mercenaries with unkind faces sat lazily at the table, shouting at every adventurer or young and strong man who passed by.
These are all members of the Crazy Lion Mercenary Group. Salo knows that they are recruiting newbies, and then use their numerical advantage to increase their bargaining chips and come to Mokou Town.
However, in Mokou Town now, not everyone can join casually.
As he entered the tavern, he was stopped by a vulgar mercenary.
“Hey! Boy, do you want to die in bed doing nothing? Come with us, we will teach you how to use long swords and spears, and you will go to the battlefield with the lords of Mokou Town and earn a lot of money. We have more money than the lords. Boys, girls, gold and silver treasures, being a man is nothing to worry about. We are the Crazy Lion Mercenary Group. We have defeated the army of Ghost City. Don’t you want to defeat it? Their goddess Shar, fuck..."
My goddess is the hammer in my hand, Salo thought.
In Port Calim, he was once madly infatuated with a girl named Ruth, but he did not confess a word of this feeling and was only satisfied with daydreaming... A few years later, She married a noble from Calimport, and when he saw her again as an adventurer later, she already had two sons, one hiding behind her skirt, and the other still nursing in her arms.
After Ruth, in his adventurous career, he fell in love with a pair of twins from the North. They were a pair of yellow-haired girls who liked falcon hunting and rock climbing, and they also liked to join forces to tease him.
One of them enjoyed his first kiss, although he never found out whether it was an older sister or a younger sister. They were descendants of the Silver Knight. As a wandering adventurer, Salo was not qualified to marry them.
The two wild girls still wanted to let him take them on an adventure, but Salo was unwilling to do so. After that, he left the Northland and never returned.
He came back to his senses and glanced at the vulgar mercenary with pity. He should be glad that it was daytime, after all, the Lost Lady was very vindictive.
“Enough!”
At this time, a dwarf adventurer wearing mail shouted at the top of his lungs. He shook his thick red beard that reached his waist. "I have also killed ghost people, with the ax in my hand..."
"Fart!" shouted the vulgar mercenary of the Mad Lion Mercenary Group. "I have never seen you during the battle, Lord Dwarf!"
"There is no doubt that you are responsible for taking care of the supplies. "The convoy." The dwarf retorted: "I am on the front line of the fiercest battle."
"Watch your tongue, bearded man!" The vulgar mercenary blushed and tugged on his sword belt. , "Look clearly who you are talking to!"
"Mind yourself!"
The dwarf patted the ax on his belt without showing any signs of weakness, turned to look at the crowd, and grinned. Laughing, "Have you seen it? The careless mercenary group! Ha! Three lions on the flag? Two are shitting and one is barking!"
When Salo entered the tavern, he vaguely heard a sharp and majestic voice shouting: Calm down! calm! This is Mokou Town!
There are still smart people, he thought to himself.
He entered the private room on the second floor of the tavern, where a burly guest had been waiting for a long time.
The leader of the Thunder Lion Tribe has erect sideburns that cover his entire chin and are as thick as a hedge. There is a nest of yellow messy hair on his head. Among the hair on his face, a lion's nose and a pair of bright hair are squeezed out. God's hazel eyes.
"Yesterday at noon, you personally killed my subordinates and my son in Caishikou." The chief of the Thunder Lion Tribe said coldly, "I need an explanation."
He showed weakness, which meant that he planned to use this as an excuse to put forward more favorable conditions for himself. Salo saw through the mind of the barbarian leader.
The Thunder Lion tribe is the most powerful Bedai barbarian tribe in the Jianmo area. As long as they are included, they will indirectly unify the Bedai barbarians in the entire Jianmo area.
Otherwise, Salo would not risk breaking the law to plead with his elder brother.
Now it seems that things are turning around.
"There is no explanation. I have warned them a long time ago, but they didn't listen. They still violated our laws in Mokou Town, that's all." He replied without any sign of weakness, "Even if you broke it Law, I will chop off your head too.”
"What bullshit lords and laws! If that's the case, why do I need to cooperate with you?"
The leader of the Thunder Lion Tribe threw the wine glass in his hand to the ground, blowing his beard and glaring, shouting and cursing like a madman. Lion.
"In Mokou Town, everyone must learn to respect the lord." Salo was indifferent, sitting steadily on the chair, and said calmly, "I believe you just drank too much and made a gaffe after drinking. Such a mindless move."
He looked into the eyes of the tribe leader with his golden dragon eyes.
After a long and short silence, the angry lion of the Thunder Lion tribe looked away, sat back on the chair angrily, and cursed:
"You have so many fucking rules. If it wasn't as hot as a woman's elementary school in the desert all day long, I wouldn't cooperate with you. Gods be damned, I would sell my own mother for a ray of cool breeze Drop! ”
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(End of this chapter)