Kanresad hid in the darkness of the cellar. He curled up and suppressed his breathing. Perhaps because of the premonition that he was in danger, he could feel that the surroundings had become quieter.

The door of the cellar above the head was being pushed open, making a creaking sound, and the sound of steel war boots colliding with the ground.

The sound of footsteps extends down the spiral staircase of the cellar.

Very messy.

There must be many people coming.

"They are immortal black knights. Before they become black knights, they were a group of bold merchants, making fake artifacts and selling them to the nobles to make profits.

Many people in the Storm Kingdom were deceived by them.

Well, it's probably from Gilness.

People there are generally brave, adventurous, and like to fiddle with some powers that they don’t understand at all.”

Black didn't care about the number or strength of the visitors. He was still in the mood to "popularize" the origins of these black knights for his little pirates.

He carried his newly-received War Scythe Usalus, and seemed to have no intention of using this mighty weapon to fight the enemy, and as an assassin, he had no intention of hiding it.

Just stood carelessly at the entrance of the cellar.

He lowered his head and reached out to fiddle with the worn, very quaint scroll in his hand. The central axis made of bones had traces of damage and weathering, and the body of the scroll with words was also broken and in pieces.

It looks like an ancient item.

This thing is a mysterious item that Black got from the cunning ancestor turtle when he left Zandala Island before, and for this he paid for the tide spell that accompanied him through his weak era.

The ancestor Turtle Totaka said that he got this thing from the blood troll, and he didn't know what it was for, but he knew that this thing should be related to some ancient Loa who had passed away.

It is naturally very strange that even the living and long-lived ancestral turtle does not know what it is for.

Fortunately, although Black didn't know the origin of this thing, he knew how to use it.

In a very boring version of the game, I used to do this task of Hand of Destiny all day long, which was a rare moment of relaxation during that time of Black.

This thing is really amazing when used to abuse vegetables.

"You said fake cultural relics? Wait, I have a little impression."

Hearing Black's description, Canresard, who was hiding in the dark, immediately looked up and said:

"I remember when I was six years old, my grandfather was still there. One day, when the Duke of Boval came to visit, and grandfather showed him his proud collection.

As a result, Lord Berval pointed out that at least five items in his treasure room were fake.

That day he was furious, and kept scolding the bandits, and posted a notice to arrest them. What is the name of the leader? Valentine?"

"Eredin. The name of that group of bold fake businessmen is Eredin, who is quite legendary."

Black turned around and corrected the little pirate's statement, he said:

"It would be fine if they deceived the ignorant nobles, but they ended up cheating on Medivh.

Originally, if I had encountered Medivh under normal circumstances, I would probably regard this as a joke.

But these bastard legends are in the legend. When they went to cheat Medivh, they actually got lucky to pick the moment when the fallen Titan Sargeras dominated Medivh...

Perhaps they should feel honored to be the most deserving god who is a mortal liar.

Tsk tsk.

I feel a little jealous when fate favors them so much."

"What happened later?"

Canrisade listened to the heavy footsteps getting closer and closer, and asked:

"Are those liars punished by the gods to become black knights?"

"Of course it's not that simple. Anything related to Sargeras is not that simple."

Black shrugged, and he picked up the scroll in his hand and pointed it at the empty cellar in front of him, he said:

"Sargeras was not angry that they were a bunch of bad guys. In the eyes of the Falling Titans, it doesn't matter whether they are good or bad guys, and they will be destroyed sooner or later by Him.

What He was angry was that the merchants actually tried to deceive Him with false treasures, which made the gods feel a sense of blasphemy and irony towards His supreme wisdom.

So He put down a terrible curse.

Since these bastards are pursuing wealth, they will always be with treasures, but they will not be able to truly own them until the end of the world comes.

He gave the thieves the power to seek treasures, allowing them to pursue all kinds of treasures day after day, collect them in every way, and pile them in this cellar to compensate for their sins committed against the gods.

This process cannot be interrupted.

Whether it is death or something else.

No one can stop these black knights from getting the treasures they recognized.

But Medivh's sudden death seemed to give them some breathing opportunity. These guys hadn't appeared in several years, and I don't know where to be free.

How can such a lazy work attitude be possible?

So, I want to ‘remind’ them. The work given to them by Sargeras has not been completed yet, and the Black Knights still need to work overtime.”

As soon as Black finished speaking, a tall figure appeared at the entrance of the cellar.

It was wearing all-black magic steel heavy armor and a fully covered black knight battle helmet. There was only a dark smoke echoing on its cheeks.

I can't see my facial features clearly at all, I can only see a pair of cold eyes.

He held a heavy bone sword in his hand, which was a hint of coldness, and the heavy weapon that might require two adults to lift was easily held by the Black Knight in one hand.

Behind its cursed immortal body, a black cloak was pounding, and the edges of the cloak were blended with the darkness around it, regardless of each other.

It was not from alone.

Behind it were eight black knights in the same dress, with exactly the same outfit, exactly the same indifference, exactly the same unknown. The only thing that distinguished them was the heights and sizes.

and the weapons they hold.

Nine knights and nine weapons form the most chilling strange story about the Immortal Black Knight among the countless secrets of Karazan.

"Thief!"

Eredin, the leader of the Black Knight, made a gloomy tone that was not like a living person from under the armor, which seemed to be in the same tune as a certain curse power, with a strange sound in the turbidity.

It scolded:

"Let go of things that do not belong to you! Only by lying on this and dedicating your humble soul to the dark gods can you receive merciful forgiveness!"

“What does Sargeras want my soul to do?

Although the fallen Titan vowed to destroy the stars of this era, he was not a bloodthirsty god. For him, every killing was necessary evil."

Black pinched the scroll of Fate's Hand with a gentle tone and asked:

“He treats every life under this star equally.

No matter whether it is good or evil, no matter whether it is noble or humble.

Don’t be happy with destruction, don’t be proud of killing.

His actions and actions are for a noble and stupid goal, but His personal virtue is almost impeccable. In fact, Lord Sargeras is an idol I admire from the bottom of my heart.

You insects dare to cheat under the banner of my idol? To ruin the reputation of His old man?

It seems we have to teach you a good lesson!"

As he spoke, Black tore open the worn scroll in his hand. This thing was too worn and turned into rotten smoke and dust as soon as it was pulled apart.

The pirate choked and coughed several times.

But then something strange happened.

Balls of dark blue light shone in front of Black. They were trying their best to form a certain form of reality, but probably because they had been forgotten for too long.

This power is extremely weak, and they can only flash in front of the pirates in the form of light spots.

Black stretched out his hand and grabbed the light spot in front of him, and then a feeling of discomfort rose from his left hand.

Amid the screams of the little pirate Canresad, the pirate captain's left hand quickly weathered into white bones, and then shone in the light spots, turning into a strange form.

It's like a mummy hand wrapped around a decaying strip of cloth.

The skin became shriveled and rough, as if it was placed in time for thousands of years, with weird black nails and cloth strips wrapped around every part of the palm.

It is worth noting that on the middle finger of this mutant hand, there is also a decoration with blue light shining like jewelry.

On the character card in front of Black, as the hand of fate descended, a small piece of text appeared quickly:

The forgotten Loa has long disappeared in time, only the last body and divine power remain. It calls itself the hand of fate to declare the power to adapt or change fate.

Pleasing it with caution.

"I announce!"

Black raised this weird hand high, and when the Black Knight came in front of him with his weapon waving and slashing, he shouted loudly in a joyful tone:

"Fate's Rock-Scissors game begins!"

"Swish"
To be continued...