Chapter 12 Female Magician

Three people came in.

The sound of their footsteps approached, and the strong aroma surrounded the alchemist.

There is rosin burning in the room, but it can't hide the smell of the visitor. It's so sweet that the alchemist hiding in the dark road has an itchy nose and hair. He covered his mouth and nose before sneezing. Who are they here? Li Ou became curious and approached the hole to try to see the appearance of the visitor.

The desert warrior stopped him with his eyes. Don't go to see it." Connor Brandick said with great caution, "Listen with your ears, don't look with your eyes. They will find us."

This makes Leo more surprised. Who the hell are they?

There was a sound outside the stone wall. Your Excellency." This should belong to a maid.

"Clam the door and get out." A man's voice sounded. There is a rough voice in his voice.

The door was closed.

They came a little closer, and the shadow of the hole shook. Then there was a friction on the cushion stuffed with feathers. They sat down.

"The preparations have been completed." Another middle-aged man said in his voice. His voice meets the standards of religious people, gentle and magnetic, especially suitable for people who are stupid and mentally retarded. The sacrifice can be held on time in four days. I promise that this will be an unforgettable event.

"I promise it's not just to listen to what you say. You have to let us see the results." The previous middle-aged man said, "However, until now, we haven't seen anything worth seeing - except the bronze statue." His clear cold humming sounded in the quiet room, with cruel coldness. A meaningless bronze statue.

The first man defended in a hurry. I'm here to let the glory of God illuminate the city.

"The light of the sun is bright enough. Do you still need candles? Or are you blind? No, no, the blind can't see anything. The magnetic voice seemed to be a sharp sword out of the sheath, and Leo could feel the awe-inspiring chill in it. He imagined the other party pressing step by step. Instead of trying to please us, it's better to think about how to make up for your mistakes.

The man was hesitant and trembling. I...I...just do what I'm told..."

"But I don't remember."

"This, it's just..." The man couldn't justify himself, and he couldn't find any reason or excuse. His words were all stuck in his throat, as if he had a serious chronic disease, lost his voice and lost his tongue.

"There are still four days left, Monroe Celtic." The middle-aged man's voice sounded gloomily. He is reminding another person. You'd better pray that you haven't forgotten the will of the great mother of the desert: her will cannot be disobeyed by mortals; and don't forget who you are now, you are the lamb of the gods. She can bless you and must also punish you.

I don't know whether the so-called mother of the desert is a beggar with an abscess or a rotten female corpse that rises from the ground. Li Ou sneered at this and believed that it was just a false rumor to confuse the public. Blessing and punishment? Probably the effect is the same - they all end in death.

"But," the man opened his mouth tremblingly, and the hesitation and fear in his tone were clearly discernible. But in that case..."

"But what is it?"

"We...the city...and all the people..."

The middle-aged man interrupted him fiercely. The consequences are not something you should consider. He shouted decisively, "You just need to obey the order, obey the arrangement, and complete the order given by the great desert mother!"

"If..."

The man's voice suddenly lighted down, and Li Ou could hardly hear his whisper. He turned his head, looked at the desert warrior who frowned and suppressed his anger, and carefully approached the bright, thumb-sized hole - although the effect was limited. He pricked up his ears.

"...what if she is wrong?" The man finished his words of blaspion in one breath.

With a "pop", Li Ou seemed to see a flash of lightning through the small hole. He couldn't help wondering if he had hallucinations, but from the stunned face of the desert warrior, he knew that it was not an illusion, and they all saw the lightning. In an instant, the magic that suddenly began to surge frenzy also proved that everything was not illusory.

In the room separated by a wall, the magic began to stir, roaring like a sandstorm. Li Ou heard glass, enamel, shallow plates, candlesticks, tables, wooden chairs, wooden boards, portraits in wooden frames, pottery, sculptures... All things hit the wall, making a broken sound that made people grit their teeth and cover their ears. The magic is like a crazy wolf, roaring in a low voice, with sharp claws digging the ground, like nails scratching the glass.

Through Monroe Celtic's scream, through collision, noise and noise, through the silent curse of the desert warrior Connor Brandick, through his frightened and violent pulse, the alchemist heard the middle-aged man opening his mouth in the storm, begging weakly and trying to flatter him.

"Female, ma'am. My dear lady." He pleaded, "Please stop. Please stop."

"Please stop, please stop." Monroe Celtic's voice was trembling, and fear must have climbed into his face.

"Your faith is not firm enough." The woman's voice sounded.

A young voice, unexpectedly beautiful, soft and gentle, can't feel any anger. It seemed that the magic of anger and madness listening to her orders was all their hallucinations and delusions. However, with her words, the magic also rippled, like a bodyless lamp spirit, changing his body in the smoke and expanding because of anger.

"No, no, please listen to me."

"Don't talk anymore." The woman's voice sounded, and Monroe Selt's words stopped abruptly, leaving only a whining sound, as if someone had grabbed his throat. Although he could not see the real situation, Li Ou was still stunned and couldn't help shrinking back. It was not until his back was past the cold wall that he found that his back was full of cold sweat.

"There are still four days left, and you still have a chance to make up for your mistakes."

"Woo-woo."

"Do as you are told." The middle-aged man's voice sounded again. There seemed to be some relief and weakness in his tone. Otherwise, those city owners..." He paused, "You won't forget their lessons."

"Woo-woo."

Monroe Celt's voice should agree. Leo guessed.

"There can't be any mistakes." The middle-aged man reminded each other again.

The response was still puppy-like sobs.

Then, Leo heard the sound of them walking, and their footsteps gradually faded away, leaving only Monroe Celtic gasping in the room and his throat from time to time - like a mute.

"Let's go." The desert warrior gestured to Leo, "There's nothing to hear."

Li Ou nodded, but he glanced at the small transparent hole on the wall, and finally did not hold back his inner impulse. He squeezed past the desert warrior and looked out. He didn't see any other guy, but happened to see the woman's back--

A graceful back covered in a thin black veil.

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"If you did that just now, you will expose us." When returning from the original road of the ladder of the iron ring, the desert warrior roared at him, "We, no, and your companions will be in danger."

Of course Leo understands. But the impulse is unstoppable. The oracle heard by the desert warrior - if so - obviously shows this young female mage. Curiosity is like the devil. The alchemist sighed. He did not refute the duties of the desert warrior and returned all the way in silence.

However, as soon as he drilled through the collapsed passage, the faint sound of swearing and collision with gold iron came.

What happened? Li Ou was anxious. Didn't you say that this underground is safe enough? He scolded loudly, "Why did they fight?" He ran quickly in the temple with a little memory.

Connor Brandick was silent and followed his footsteps.

At a fork in the door, the chaotic voice was clearer, and the curses and shouts mixed with the franca doubled the impatience in Leo's heart. Hurry up!" He urged. While running, he poured a bottle of stimulating potential medicine that would make his wound more difficult to heal. He didn't care so much. He was afraid that he would see Rosie swallow the bottle of medicine at night.

"Go from here." The desert warrior pointed out the mistakes in his memory.

Li Ou cursed and leaped over a collapsed stone with gasp.

The last passage is almost painful. Leo could hear the fierce fighting, the screams of those women, the shouts of the knights, and the strange screams of the crows when they fought, even containing Rosie's loud curses, and the enemies were fucking a curse in Valian language. Pain and screams followed, and his inner worries were like bubbles. He was worried about the people among them. He will blame himself for any injury.

He jumped out of the corridor, and a golden machete happened to turn his back to him. The alchemist did not show mercy. The sword pierced his heart from behind. When he pulled out the sword, blood sprayed his face. Whether it is black or white, the blood is the same hot and bright red. The man's howling before his death attracted the attention of other enemies. They separated several people and rushed at them.

The short spear thrown by the desert warrior roared through one of the skin armor, skin, muscles and bones of one of them. The tip of the fine iron spear deep into the ground and couldn't help trembling. The enemies were frightened and cowered.

However, Leo seemed to be a big bird rushing into it. A guard waved a nail-headed hammer and was easily blocked by him, and the other golden machete flew past his nose.

It's too slow, he thought, it's too slow.

The long sword brushed the guard's neck. The sword is so clean and neat that the other party's body still maintains a defensive posture, but its head has rolled to the ground. His footsteps kept spinning over an axe. His shining sword drew a dazzling silver light and cut off the wrist of the golden machete, followed by his arm. Another guard tried to attack, but was stabbed into his abdomen with his backhand sword. Too slow. Once again, he thought about ending the life of the golden machete.

The battle style of Desert Warriors is not elegant enough, but effective enough. His axe cut the face of the last guard, and the other party's skull cracked. Blood spewed out with the white brain and flew into the air like raindrops.

The leading golden machete was completely frightened.

Li Ou, who caught up closely, used a French seal to easily bind the other party - he didn't even feel any struggle. Say, how do you know it's here?" The sword rested on the other party's neck and gradually added gravity.

"I, I don't know." The golden machete said in fear, trembling. I just accept orders."

"Who sent you there?"

The golden machete swallowed his saliva, "I can't say."

The uncontrollable growth of the madness in Leo's heart. He felt someone's eyes on him. I will always find out, so... "I can't just die." His right hand exerted strength, and the long sword cut down fiercely.