Law of the Devil

(Chapter 1 today ~)

Chapter 98 [Resentment of Dragon Clan Chiefs]

“Neither can you?” Dewey took a deep breath.

“Me?” the old magician laughed. “I can't, at least in this world, I just think that there are two guys with more magical powers than mine. One is His Holiness the Pope in the Temple, and the other is the President of the Magic Union. ”

Dewey didn't understand what the old magician meant.

But then the old magician grinned, “The two guys I was talking about, I think ‘probably’ outweighed me. But this dragon clan chief, I know, is definitely stronger than my guy! Because when I came here 200 years ago, I fought with it once, and that time it almost killed me with half its strength. I think if I hadn't had that Aragon and Dragon deed in my hand, I would have died here 200 years ago! ”

As he was saying, the voice of the Dragon Clan chief had come from the cave.

“You are too modest, my friend. ”

The sheik is back, and he has a narrow box in his hand, and he walks slowly, smiling, "I'm going to correct you both. First of all, I don't know about anyone else, but I think you, the president of the Magician's Guild in the human world, are definitely less powerful than you. Secondly, the power of His Holiness the Pope of the Temple is not ‘possible' over you, but certainly over you. ”

“How did you know.” Dewey asked.

“Because I've been to your human world... to become like this, to travel your human world, to learn about your culture and civilization... because I wonder how the human world really is, and how powerful people like Aragon can emerge! I go around the human world every 100 years, but I'm disappointed every time! Because it seems that even the largest number of races: mankind, has never emerged as powerful as Aragon.” The dragon chief bluntly said: "The president of the Magician's Union, the Pope of the Temple, I have secretly challenged them. So, my old friend, you don't have to be modest, and I think you can definitely be number one in the ranks of magicians in the human world... if the Pope doesn't leave the temple. ”

After that, he threw the box on the floor, and the tone slowly cooled down: "Okay! Take the keys! My old friend, you know where the secret room is! Open it, take what's inside and leave my territory! You're at least right about one thing: I still hate humans! Especially that scumbag in Aragon! ”

After that, the Dragon clan chief snorted and turned away.

When it “hummed”, Dewey suddenly felt the sound burst into his ear, as if an invisible hand had ruthlessly held his heart, and then as if blood was pouring all over his body!

It sounds like a heavy hammer!

Dewey's face was pale, then dark in front of her and she fainted! Fortunately, the old magician grabbed Dewey seriously and pressed his palm against Dewey's rear heart. A glimmer of bright magic shine covered Dewey. Dewey took a deep breath and eased over.

But then Hussein's face suddenly changed, and the proud knight opened his mouth and sprayed a mouthful of fresh blood!

The knight shook his face and looked at the hole where the dragon chief disappeared, biting his teeth: “This… what is this? ”

“It's dragon language magic.” The old magician sighs: “He's got mercy. ”

“But why is she okay?” Dewey points to Medusa, where she stands quietly.

“Because the chief hates only humans.” The old magician grinned. He looked at Hussein with anger: "Hussein! Don't expect you to challenge him now! Believe me, even if you are the Holy Knight, your strength is far from it! ”

The little dragon spell magic before the Dragon clan chief left was really powerful. Dewey was calmed by the old magician's light system magic. His heart and mind gradually calmed down and his breath and blood boiling in his chest gradually calmed down. And Hussein, after a breath of blood, was a disgrace, and if it wasn't for the admonition of the old magician, the proud knight would probably go to the Dragon clan chief now to fight.

“The Dragon Clan doesn't seem to have much temperament either.” Dewey smiled bitterly: "Just because Aragon's technicalities pressed the Dragon Clan back then, they embarrassed them, so the chief hated Aragon, and even we hated him? ”

The old magician frowned and lowered his voice: “I told you, this elder is a complicated guy, and what he hates most about his mouth is Aragon, which, in fact, I think, not only hates Aragon, but also has a subtle respect. After all, Aragon is the only human being who has defeated Dragon clan chiefs head-on. It is this complex mind that secretly dives into the human world and travels. ”

After all this, the old magician shouted: "Okay, don't waste time. Let's get down to business! Come with me, let's go see that secret room Aragon left here! ”

Then the people followed the old magician out of the hall. The old man seemed familiar with the road here. After walking through a hole, facing countless forks in it, he took several people left and right without hesitation.

Along the way, it surprised Dewey that they saw something strange.

Right in the aisle of the passing hole * * (to be honest, Dewey even wondered if he had gotten into the mouse hole. This dragon's cave is full of forks.), there are some tall, short, rocky tables. Those rocks are the black iron that is unique to Shenshan, and on the table, on a pointed pristine prick, inserted large and small... head!

It's the skulls, and they come in different shapes, and what's even more puzzling is that none of these skulls seem to belong to humans!

On the sharp edges of these spikes, the skulls look different, some with strange helmets, but the similarity is: Dewey sees these skulls as if they were all screwed down alive!

I don't know how many years have passed. Fortunately, the temperature in this place is cold and dry, so although these heads have been air-dried, they have not decayed, and I can barely see their original face!

So Dewey sees these things:

Things that are three or four times bigger in the head than normal people, from the shape of the five officers and bones on their faces, they look like some kind of cat animal, and the hidden traces on their already air-dried skin... flat mouths and noses, and ears on top of their heads... the horrible thing is that the corners below pierce their necks and then stick them out of their mouths, making this scene particularly scary!

Others, the long bumps in the mouth, can't see the obvious nose, just the two little holes above the mouth, probably the nostrils of the breath. And the ears are extraordinarily small... more like some kind of bull horse or something in shape.

More skulls, with long jaws like alligators, account for two-thirds of the entire skull, with teeth distributed on the upper and lower jaws, abnormally sharp… It is impossible for humans to have such teeth anyway.

When I saw these heads, I thought of the headless dry bodies I saw down the hill, and Dewey couldn't help but beat the spirits out of me! After not knowing how many years of weathering, dry skin, although not rotten, these skulls also look unusually scary, especially if some of the eyelids have not closed yet, the hollow eyes appear in the pulled eyelids...

And of course, there are guys who look a lot like humans, who have slightly smaller skulls, much thinner than normal humans, and from the size of their skulls, Dewey speculates that this race is about smaller and thinner than ordinary humans, but “they” are the most eye-catching of these skulls. Even if the weather dries up, the faces of these guys are still vivid. From the profile of the five officials, it's obviously very refined and proportional, just their long, pointy ears...

“These are the Elves.” The old magician appropriately reminded behind him that his tone was low: “Those bigger things are the Orcs. ”

“You know what?” Dewey turned around and looked at the old magician.

“Yes, these are the deported races.” The old magician whispered.

Race expelled. Dewey remembered the phrase in his heart and seemed to feel it, slowly walking through these sharp rocks that were plugged into his head.

But all the way forward, he was surprised that after walking out of this passage, it was a deep, bottomless abyss!

This abyss is in the heart of the mountain, and the edges around it are narrow, but in the position where Dewey is, far away across the street, you can see a large cave, and then a protruding rock extends all the way over the abyss, forming a huge platform.

Beneath the abyss, there is a hidden wind whistling and wrapping around with dead black air. The wind sounds like some kind of terrible cry, making people hear the creeps!

“This is the altar of donation.” The old magician pointed to the protruding rock across the abyss and laughed: “There's the altar. The Dragons would store the heads of the captives they had killed around the abyss, insert them on those piercing rocks, and then sacrifice them every 100 years. They would take those heads off the piercing rock and throw them into the canyon after a ceremony. Then… look forward to the next hundred years, the next hundred years, when they will continue to kill the mighty of the expelled races who are trying to return from the north, and then stick their heads in the prick, waiting for the next sacrifice to be thrown into the abyss. ”

“What's the point of doing this?” Dewey doesn't understand.

“The Dragon Clan's mission is to guard this place! But this mission has existed for years! Even before the time of Aragon, the Dragons were already here! You know, this kind of mission, it's called guarding, but in fact, why not imprison the Dragons? Doesn't that mean limiting the Dragons here forever? What difference does it make to a prisoner? Therefore, when the Dragons were accepting the mission given by the gods, they were not willing. So the gods left them a glimmer of hope… a glimmer of hope to get rid of this mission. A condition for fulfilling the mission. ”

“On what terms? ”

The old magician's eyes were strange, he glanced at the unpredictable abyss beneath his feet, listened to the wind coming from below, and he whispered: “The Gods and the Dragons agreed that if one day, when they abandoned the heads of those sinful races, enough to fill this abyss, the Dragons' mission would be fulfilled! Then the Dragons can live free! No longer bound by this mission! ”

Fill this abyss with your skull... Dewey looked ahead, looking at the dark, deep, beneath the bottom - how many skulls does this take!

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