Black Knight

"Cough!"    A clear female cough suddenly sounded from behind the cursed throne. Behind him, Frege, the fourth throne, squatted down and put his hand on Nigal’s chest, sending a soothing energy flow into Nigal.   Frege's energy is very special. His energy is a deep dark fusion of black, blue, and purple, and it is also dotted with a few golden light energy particles; these gold particles are like the light of stars at the end of the world, so that the overall tone of energy rises from deep to Dreamy deep temperament.   And Frege's dream-like deep energy is his strange ability. Frege has the ability to pass through the void to carry out space to space, and the energetically vascular network of these energies that he delivered to the body of Nigal became countless miniature void portals, specifically to capture the invasion of Nigal The decaying plague and highly toxic plague viruses in the blood transported it to another place away from Nigal.   Frege used 10 seconds to strip away the deadly plague virus in Nigal, and helped Nigal to recover from cardiopulmonary resuscitation. After Nigal coughed, she opened her eyes quietly, and the tears in the corners of her eyes slipped.   "Did you have a sad dream?" Frege pulled his hand back and said softly.  Negal was dull for a second before he realized what Frege meant. Frege was right, she dreamed of the Lark Forest after she was in a coma, and dreamed of several emissaries under her command.   Louisa waved at her in a dream, and the black elf patriarch stood there smiling happily at her. The Fire Envoy and the Ice Mantra made them stand side by side, looked at her with respect and gratitude, and bowed their heads to salute.   Then all the big or small figures disappeared in the white light at the end of the world, leaving no breath at all.   The atmosphere of this dream is really sad, so sad that she is inexplicably sad to tears in this throne, and her heart seems to have been dug out of something very important.  Negal's left and right eyes revealed her true thoughts, and immediately she wiped away the tears in her left eye, replied "Nothing" and then subconsciously sat up.  Negal forgot that her abdomen was still hollow. She couldn't stand up at all, so she had to lie down after having a pain.   Frege didn't say anything. He stood upright and met the shocked glance of the cursed throne looking back.   Accidents, shock, confusion, and disbelief are all the emotions exposed from the eyes of the cursed throne.  Negal is still alive, that only shows one fact.  Apocalyptic order, Kazan lost.   talked indifferently with the tone of the throne sitting in the supreme position. His voice was thunderous and thunderous, and the sound of the ancient bell went to thousands of kilometers away. "The solitary announcement, the winner of the apocalypse, the tenth throne of Nigal! The loser Kazan, from now on, will deprive the thirteenth seat and the right of the silver sand desert lord and be exiled outside the abyss of the apocalypse!"   The majestic voice of the throne Surrounding the sky do not spread for a long time. After listening to the curse throne, his expression was stiff, his hands clenched a little, and his palms seemed to have lost the strength to grasp something and loosened.   Kazan lost, and there is no room to lose again. He planned for so long, calculated all sorts of circumstances, left countless backhands, and still failed to win Negar in the end. Not only did he not get the planned seat of the tenth throne and the territory of the Lark Forest, but he also ended up with a disability, loss of status, and tragic exile.  After all, it's a trick to move, blame yourself, don't blame others. After thinking for a while, cursing the throne was unwilling for Kazan, and he himself finally met a junior friend who seemed to have no years of separation, but now he has to send him away with his own eyes, as if there are millions of ants in his palm. I can't get rid of this feeling no matter how I catch it.   The throne looked calmly at the cursed throne standing beside Kazan. After a while, the throne waved his hand and said, "Frege, send Kazan on the road."