Chapter 877 108. Three Archmage
Lloyd was released.
The Forbidden Demon Realm still exists, and Annan is not afraid that he will run away or hijack her... Could a bad old man who looks almost sixty years old still be able to beat him?
"Who's next?"
"Emiliano Hailey..." the jailer read the name on the parchment.
"I know her, Black Widow, she was also imprisoned?"
"Black Widow?"
How could a mage have such a title...
" Because she is always looking for a husband, and each of her husbands never lasts more than a month... Oh, by the way, she likes boys like you best."
"Uh..." Annan asked the jailer: "Is she pretty?"
"My lord, what did you say?"
"I mean, what is her crime?"
The jailer looked down and said: "Imprison the sixteenth son of the king forever. Imprisonment..."
"You dare to attack the royal family and you are imprisoned forever?"
"I don't know, sir...but the rumor is that the prince asked for mercy from the Master Academy... ”
Annan suddenly became curious about this "Black Widow".
Walking through a long corridor, Annan arrived at the second separated cell.
That was a lady wearing a black robe as deep as night, standing in front of a magic lamp.
Her robe was carefully tailored to fit her graceful figure perfectly, and was made of silk-like fabric. Standing in front of the light, she vaguely outlined the outline of her lower abdomen and navel.
The thick and lustrous dark green long hair is casually draped on the back of her head, full of mature charm.
Those eyes looked like a phantom in the darkness.
"My death has come?"
Black Widow stared at Annan, her voice as low and hoarse as a cat.
"Why do you ask?"
"Otherwise why would they bring such a cute little boy like you..." Black Widow licked her lips, making Annan shudder.
"Oh... you are shivering, are you still a baby?"
"Be respectful! Madam! This is Lord Annan Levis, King of the North, Champion Warlock, Lord of the Floating City!" ”
Annan and Lloyd looked at each other at the same time, the former was grateful and the latter was surprised.
This boy still has these identities? No wonder he was able to lead himself out.
Black Widow’s narrow eyebrows furrowed, and her plaintive expression revealed a desire for destruction: “I just want to give birth to the best child, you can’t blame me...”
"Okay, Black...Ms. Emiliano Hailey, we all know who you are and what you have done." Annan interrupted her charming moment, "I came to you for something important."
“What else is more important than having a child with you?” Black Widow blinked and walked to the fence. The slits in her robe revealed her long, round, white legs.
Annan stopped talking nonsense and simply described the demon approaching from the north: "Such a scene is happening all over the north at the moment. Behind us is Middle-earth. Our peace is in danger, unless you can make a life The most important choice in life!"
"Come on, join the resistance army and become a warrior to defend your homeland!"
The narrow eyes stared at Annan, and then slid down a little bit: "Then What’s the reward? 伱……?”
"The reward is that after the war is over, you can stand freely in the sunshine."
"But if I can get you, I would rather be imprisoned in the darkness for ten thousand years..."
Annan Suddenly, I felt that the communication between myself and the Black Widow was not in the same dimension... I was changing the topic to the battlefield, and the Black Widow put a bed in the middle of the battlefield.
He couldn't help but wonder if the Black Widow had succubus blood...
"Okay, if you promise to resist the demon..." Annan imitated the crimson princess and raised her head arrogantly. Start: "I might consider going on a date with you."
His kiss was sold for a hundred gold coins before. Asking an archmage to sacrifice his life for a date doesn't count as price gouging, right?
“Deal.”
Annan tilted his head and motioned for the jailer to open the door. "But my lord, she is dangerous..." the jailer reminded in a low voice.
Black Widow’s eyes suddenly became sharp.
"Don't worry, I've seen people more dangerous than her."
Annan said, with a hint of worry. He hasn't thought about how to tell the elf mentor the bad news...
I hope the soul of the Demon King is real...
No matter what the Black Widow thinks, maybe she is already sleeping in her head. She had beaten Annan a hundred times, but she maintained respect for Annan, the titular commander, and did not touch her.
Take them to find the last great mage, Big.
In the cell, a tall man with gnarled muscles was doing push-ups while standing on his head.
"Nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-seven...nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-eight, nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine...ten thousand!"
The tall man dripping with sweat is quite oppressive. He stood up vigorously, his muscles as hard as steel plates: "You want me to fight the devil?"
"How do you know?"
"I heard your conversation." He pointed Point to the ear.
Annan looked back at the way he came. The distance between the cells was at least a hundred meters. Could he hear it?
It's not important, Annan asked: "Are you a mage?"
Look at his size...
"That's right."
"A practicing mage?"
Michael was just installing horns on his staff...
"The fake mage has a weak constitution and can only wait to die when approached by a warrior. However, the real mage can cast spells from a distance and fight hand-to-hand at close range. Only The human body is the ultimate!”
Annan regretted that she forgot to ask about his identity and his resume.
A mage who trains muscles...it's interesting to think about it.
"How stupid. Our magic can make us invincible. Only brainless warriors can exercise muscles." Lloyd suddenly sarcastically said.
Big stared at him and raised a finger: "One second."
"What?"
"The time it takes me to kill you."
After all, it is As a felon, Lloyd responded unkindly: "Three seconds, this is the time for me to kill you, resurrect you as a zombie, kill you again, resurrect you as a skeleton, and kill you again."
"How dare an alchemist be so arrogant during these days when I'm gone?" Black Widow joined the battlefield.
"But at least I won't bully a group of little boys..." Lloyd said tit for tat.
"At least I won't create monsters like you, a freak."
"Black Widow, this is a man's business, shut up."
"Wow. Oh, the muscle monster started biting people."
Seeing the three of them arguing, Annan interrupted them.
"Okay, stop arguing." Annan's eyes swept between the three of them, "I can see that you are locked up here because of your own ability."
"Personal grudges Put it aside, now, humans need you, Big, what's your decision? "
"I want to see if the devil's head is stronger, or my fist is stronger!"
Annan Pian! Head and ask the jailer to open the cell door.
"No need."
Bigger approached the fence, stretched out his hands, and his knotted muscles squirmed to open the fine iron fence.
Mr. Fast, you are wrong. There are really weirdos in this world who are capable of magic and martial arts...
(End of this chapter)