"Did you really listen carefully to what I said? As a disciple of a great arcanist, don't you know how to cherish such a good opportunity before you?"
Incredibly, the young Arcanist shook his head, and then sneered: "But if you don't want to, forget it. It seems that the process of finding a way out for your companions is not going smoothly. I will send you back.
How about helping them?"
"Please feel free to do so."
"Huh? Are you happy?" This obviously unexpected answer made the young arcanist who called himself Laird stunned again. He blinked his amber eyes and looked up and down Edward's body.
Xun Shuo seemed to want to see through his thoughts.
But in the end he was destined to be disappointed - the slightly pursed corners of his pale mouth were like an eternal stone carving: and the heart of the psychic was absolutely untouchable.
"Yeah, your luck and brains are pretty good. If you were to join them, those things would seem to reduce the chances of trapping them, which would be a bit boring." The boy who calls himself an arcanist took the photo.
Clap your hands, and a door opens in the void, revealing a maid wearing a gorgeous black dress and a white hair crown.
They filed out of the door. The black robes on their bodies were soft and close to the body, outlining their perfect body curves. The long necklines on their chests gave a clear view of the deep ravine. Their white bare feet stepped on the long floor.
Up there, there is no sound, but the curling and swaying body is enough to create a dizzying scenery.
"Okay, or are you not afraid of death? Interesting thought. What about them? Do you think I will kill them one by one in front of you?"
Enjoying a piece of fruit that the maids put into their mouths, a smile appeared on the child-like face of the great arcanist, with a somewhat innocent look. But even Claudia looked at him.
His expression changed involuntarily...
And the innocence on this face may be unique to children - the innocence of tearing insects apart and pouring water into ant holes with a smile.
"That's up to you. Anyway, their relationship with me is just that they have the same teacher. Without them..." The psychic warlock raised his face. There seemed to be a smile in his eyes: "You have the power and can do anything.
Something, killing, or whatever."
"Do you think I'm just scaring you and won't kill you?"
The young-looking great arcanist stood up abruptly! He spoke word by word!
With the movement, the broad and soft robe on his body fell down, but suspended his whole body in the air. His blond hair was neatly combed back, which also made his face look whiter, but not like a mage. He had not been exposed to the sun for a long time.
It lacks the pale color of blood, but is more radiant and delicate. In fact, among the people Edward has ever met, perhaps only the half-elf Miss Lisa can compare with it.
Oh, maybe Elf Druid Leia can also be used?
It's just this whiteness that makes his lips redder, and when he lowers his gaze and stares coldly and unblinking at half of the face of the psychic warlock under the hood of the black robe, the depths of his amber pupils
, there seemed to be flames flashing, which was quite strange.
That clear voice was also a bit eerie.
And as he finished speaking, the surrounding light seemed to dim suddenly, like an invisible layer of mist, which was spreading around. But the surrounding temperature suddenly dropped a few degrees! That was not some kind of illusion, but
It was such a real change that a layer of white mist suddenly condensed around Edward's lips, and frost spread from the corners of the hood in front of him in the blink of an eye!
It is not cold, but the power of negative energy. The symbol of death, as opposed to life, will offset any existing energy, and living creatures are the first targets among them!
With a soft sneer, Claudia raised the giant sword in her hand and held it in front of Edward! However, the young man suspended in the air just turned his eyes and the female knight's body shook violently!
Her face was frozen with an expression of strength, as if she was preparing to charge, but her body remained motionless, as if she no longer had the strength to even open her mouth!
Law command shock? Or paralysis?
Edward's brows raised slightly.
In the silver pupils, the layers of magic defense on the guy in front of him were vaguely visible. If that flickering aura was in the eyes of a skilled mage, it might be possible to analyze it layer by layer and come up with a targeted solution, but Edward, a semi-
A mage like that doesn't have that kind of ability, what's more, that terrifying flash doesn't just flicker on the opponent's body.
The tables and chairs, the floor, the walls, and even the group of maids standing in silence were also filled with colorful, countless strange lights that gathered and flowed, almost like neon!
It would be too disadvantageous to fight him here.
"Of course, if you knew how to kill me, I would have died long ago."
Looking at each other for a moment, the psychic warlock responded easily, as if the cold breath of the other party was just a cool breeze: "In short, I said, whatever you want to do is your freedom and your power.
, is enough for you to make such a choice, then, if a great arcanist wants to kill a mage apprentice, does it need to seek his consent?"
"Hehehehe... What a cute little thing. Okay, be quiet, little girl. I don't have any ill intentions towards your little lover. You don't have to worry. Of course, the outcome depends on his own choice."
The young man retracted his hand and narrowed his eyes to take a closer look at the standing female knight:
"Well, I didn't expect that there would be such a person next to a little apprentice like you? He turned out to be a half-dragon blood descendant. Although there were still many lizards in the Central Mountains, such human beings are now indeed
There are fewer and fewer. However, it is really a bit of a waste. You must know that half-dragon blood descendants are quite familiar with magic.
He Xing, relying on that little brute force to wield swords and guns, it's a waste, what do you think, do you want to try and learn from me, if you are not too stupid to choose these barbaric methods, I estimate that five
In sixty years, you can achieve quite a lot, at least you can be a high-level wizard who has access to the magic network of six or seven rings, right?"
"If you wish, you can give her some advice. It doesn't hurt," Edward said.
"Unfortunately, I have no interest in wasting time with such people. Ah, by the way, where is this girl? Her death. Don't you care about it?" The young arcanist raised his hand gently, and then, there was a colorful light.
, transformed and twisted in front of him, forming a wonderful pattern: "If possible, I won't
Do you mind cutting off her fingers bit by bit, and then picking off the flesh bit by bit from her body, and feeding it to my pets? It’s a pity that the flesh is quite strong, but I heard that dragons
Yi's body is pretty good. Maybe I can test where the limit of my vitality is."
In front of him, the luster distorted into a heart-stopping picture - a long-haired man leaning against a wall that was already covered in red, his twisted arms firmly nailed to the wall by a thick silver nail.
The upper body, both arms from the elbow down are almost all white bones, with only a few vague muscles hanging on the bones.
"Oh, of course, I can also use healing spells to delay her death, so that the pain will torture her without limit, and let you live listening to her screams every day until you
How do you like growing old?"
Having said this, the face of the arcanist who called himself Laird was already full of excitement. He stuck out his small tongue and licked his red lips like a mischievous person. "Oh, by the way, although I
I don’t mind doing it myself, but I still decided to leave this task to you. I will control you and complete the production of this kind of thing bit by bit. It will be an extremely exciting and satisfying job."
"You can do whatever you want? Anyway, she is just a person responsible for protecting me. She was recruited by those mages. I have only met her for three days. Although it would be a pity to kill her, her life and death are related to
It doesn't matter to me."
Edward suddenly shook his head and sighed:
"But Mr. Arcanist, in fact, your methods seem a bit... Please forgive me for not being able to find a more euphemistic way of saying it. How should I put it? Your methods are too old-fashioned."
"What did you say?"
"If you want to destroy a person's will, you don't actually need any cruel methods. It is enough to let him face his own sobriety all the time in the darkness where he can't see anything. In the end, sound, light,
The object of communication, anything that can prove his existence, will become an incomparable desire. In less than a month, it will be enough to make an ordinary person
People are crazy, and even mages will not persist for too long. In fact, if you want a person to suffer, it does not have to be bloody, because you know that as humans, they have a perception system that transmits pain.
Once the limit is exceeded, you won't feel anything anymore. No matter what method you use, the result will be the same, and people will get used to it."
The psychic warlock spoke, with a relaxed tone and even a smile, then stretched out a finger and tapped his lower side:
"Also, the easiest way to cause pain is to stimulate the human nervous system... Oh, you don't know this thing? It is a human body structure that feels various feelings. And for people, the most painful place is inside the internal organs.
, liver, in the right side of the abdominal cavity, this place. Use a hollow needle to insert it and introduce some acid. It doesn’t need to be too big.
Actions can make life worse than death. As for some illusions to stimulate people... In fact, if you want people to have painful memories, it is best to give them a moment when they have gone through ups and downs and put in countless efforts and are about to get results.
The process of complete destruction, or the process of letting him experience happiness and then taking it away, is the easiest thing to do to make people collapse."
"You... hum hum... not bad..." There was finally some wavering on the boy's face. He widened his eyes and sneered.
The psychic, however, still seems to be taking his time:
"Threatening someone is also a very troublesome thing. It is best to be able to find the other person's weaknesses quietly and at once. Otherwise, the problem will not be easy to solve. One thing in particular is that the person who threatens cannot be thrown away.
The initiative, and also your own emotions, too
It is a very important thing. Sneering is a very good expression. However, if you sneer loudly over and over again, then things will be very boring. You know, sometimes, sneering loudly will only make people misunderstand and think that you have nothing to say.
But if you say it, it will make the scene very boring."
"That's enough, shut up!" The boy suddenly raised his voice!
"all in all."
He raised his brows and concluded viciously: "There are only two endings you can choose now, die here, or become my apprentice. Of course. For the sake of your smart mind, if you choose
The first way, I can also use a relatively gentle method to ensure that you can retain all the wisdom and sexuality you had during your lifetime.
I will turn you into the most advanced zombie... that puppet. If you are lucky, you can continue to learn spells. There is no difference from when you were alive, but you just can't resist any of my orders. But, in fact, I still
I prefer independent souls, so I personally suggest that you’d better choose the second path.”
Edward smiled slightly, noncommittal.
"If I guess correctly, he is not Laird at all, let alone a great arcanist. He is just a guy who was lucky enough to enter this ancient tomb before us."
Edward didn't know much about the ancient Magic Kingdom. However, as a mage, he was familiar with a large amount of information in the academy, and he knew something about it. The so-called Grand Arcanists of the Ancient Magic Kingdom back then were all extremely powerful men, at least
It also has power that exceeds that of today's arcana masters, and if the man in front of him is really a real great arcanist, he has lived for who knows how long. The energy is naturally higher and more unfathomable, and it may be possible to use half of it.
God comes to address.
However, to say that you can use this identity to frighten Edward into surrendering, it is still a little short of success, not to mention the incarnation of the goddess, or the red-robed lich Yingkai Bujulos who once resided in the royal power.
The illithid lich Katzeyek is much stronger than the guy in front of him. He is a monster with both spiritual and spiritual skills, but this guy in front of him looks like he is just a magician.
What's more, a real arcanist would never be so accommodating to him because of this, even if he was so called interested in his talent... A real arcanist would never be able to do anything to an apprentice. Even he
During these thousands of years, I have stayed in this city without going out or contacting people outside. It is impossible for my original knowledge to degrade. And that childish threat and subsequent childish reaction became even more
It's definitely not something a great arcanist could do.
What's more, this so-called 'Grand Arcanist' used common language from beginning to end of the conversation.
Although Lingua Franca is the most commonly used language on the mainland, it does not mean that it will not change. In fact, even the Lingua Franca hundreds of years ago has many differences from modern Lingua Franca in terms of word usage and pronunciation.
They are similar, let alone thousands of years ago, and if the other party has learned this language, there is no reason to not understand the external situation.
Those guys should have reported to the college before entering the ancient tomb, so I'm afraid it won't be long before Albert will ask them again, so Amberlina will take action as soon as possible.
In other words, even if this group of people is trapped here, the old guy will send someone after two days at most, and a more optimistic estimate may not even take twelve hours.
If he takes action, even if he rushes in front of me, then I have a slight chance of winning, but this guy is cunning and cautious. There are at least ten invisible monsters around him, which may be golems or aliens.
The creatures in the world are protecting his safety. Even if I take action, I can't kill him with one blow.
And for a great arcanist, if he cannot kill with one blow, then the result will be unpredictable.
"With a little effort, we might be able to win, but it doesn't make much sense. I still want to get more things from him, for example, the right to control this place."