Chronicles of Ryan the Wizard

King Alexander Andrew continued: "After the female magician betrayed me, I suddenly found out that I was old. My life in this world was running out. My sons and relatives wanted me to die. They wanted to divide my strength. The empire of mine. The empire that I have fought for my whole life must not be handed over to these weak and mediocre guys! So I accepted the advice of my chief magician Nicholas to perform a huge magic ritual."

"Magic ritual?" Ryan was still more interested in this matter, so he asked, "What kind of magic ritual?"

"That is a magic ritual that can keep me young forever. My chief magician, Nicholas, told me that in this world, there are different races, such as Protoss, Demons, Dragons, Humans, Elves, Dwarves, and Orcs. ...... The same is life, why are their lifespans completely different? Gods and demons have almost infinite lives, while dragons are guys that can survive for thousands of years, while we humans have only a hundred years. Lifespan, as for the extremely weak edelweiss, it has less than ten years of life. Why is this?"

"My chief magician told me that this is because the total lifespan of races is the same. The more individuals, the less lifespan they will get. There are only a few dozen figures from the Protoss and Demons, and humans do. Tens of millions! He proposed a crazy plan. If it succeeds, then I can also have a long life."

"So, under my mausoleum, he personally supervised the construction of a huge magic circle. When the time was right, I recruited all my blood relatives in this world to come here in the name of selecting the successor. Kill them all, use their blood to nourish my corpse, and use their lives to restore my youth."

Such a bloody thing, King Alexander Andrew spoke out nonchalantly.

"You! You, you..." When Ryan heard such a human tragedy, he couldn't say it angrily. He pointed at King Alexander Andrew on the high platform with trembling fingers and said, "Are all emperors so cruel? You? , Look at what you have done!"

King Alexander Andrew looked at Ryan silently, facing the accusation of the young magician, his face expressionless, as if the human tragedy was not caused by him.

"Huhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh~h It's just that I can say these few very pale words.

Seeing King Alexander Andrew sitting high on the throne, Ryan gradually regained his senses. It had been happening for a long time, and now it was meaningless to criticize him again. The key is that King Alexander Andrew said what these secrets meant.

"What do you want?" Ryan asked in a disgusting tone, believing that if he hadn't been in the depths of the huge grave, Ryan might have already left.

"Kill me!" King Alexander Andrew said firmly, and his plain tone became a little eager: "Only in this way can we get rid of all this!"

"Huh?" Ryan looked at King Alexander Andrew with some surprise. This is the second time the latter made this request. "Why, isn't it what you want now?"

King Alexander Andrew fell into deep silence again, and crying slowly sounded in the quiet corner of the palace, and gradually began to expand.Every member of the six arrows mercenary group couldn't help but start twitching in his heart: "Is this the accusation of the dead blood relatives against their unjust fate?"

"Do you know?" King Alexander Andrew said suddenly: "Young little magic." Accompanied by King Alexander Andrew's words, the weeping floating in the palace seemed to have heard the sound that made them fear, and immediately silent.

"Many things, when doing things, the people who do them will think that they are absolutely right, but often the result of the development of things is the opposite. When you get to that point, you are often involuntary."

"Like this damn magic ritual?"

"Yes! King Alexander Andrew, who has always spoken majestic and plain, could not help but let out a faint sigh when he heard these words: "After paying a huge price, the ceremony did succeed, but I did not. As expected, he came back to life from his dying breath and regained his youth, but instead became what he is now.No birth or death, but he can only wander forever in this dark tomb."

"Is it because of the magic circle?" Ryan keenly captured the meaning implicit in King Alexander Andrew's words, and asked: "No wonder you want to be attached to that black armor."

"Yes, young magician. Your knowledge is far beyond your age. Under the palace where we are, there is a group of huge magic circles. The blood pool surrounded by the center of the magic circles keeps churning inside. It is the blood of all my bloodlines. Because of their death, the blood pool will never stop rolling down. As long as my strength is slightly weakened, they will cry unyieldingly!"

"Four hundred years! Four hundred years!" King Alexander Andrew suddenly became excited: "Did you know? I wandered here alone for four hundred years! At the beginning, I was very happy because I was detached from humanity. I don’t need to eat or sleep, I’m always full of energy.”

"But soon I discovered that I did get a lot of things, but I lost more, freedom! Do you know, young magician, I lost freedom! I can only move within the effective range of the magic circle, No matter how you try, it is impossible to get rid of it. Do you know what this means?"

King Alexander Andrew yelled in gaffe: "Damn freedom, fuck freedom, this invisible and intangible thing! No one can speak, see the bright sunshine, or even leave this palace! The only one! The fun is to put in the lucky tomb robbers, play with them slowly, and listen to their extremely painful wailing, just like a cat that caught food! This is the only fun I have in these four hundred years."

King Alexander Andrew’s words made Bury and the others creepy. If it weren’t for the honor of inviting the Lion Magician to join, I’m afraid that the next toy of the immortal guy in front of me would be himself. I’m afraid it’s more evil than falling into the legendary Netherland. The slaves of the drow are worse than dead.

"Come on, young magician, I solemnly request you, please destroy that damn magic circle, and let it all recover, what is not old, what is forever young, let them go to hell, use you The magic of this is ruining everything, aren’t you angry? Don’t you accuse me loudly? Come on, I’m the guy covered in blood, what are you waiting for, do it!"