Law of the Devil

(Chapter 1, March 1!

Chapter 137 [“Below the Moon Beauty”] (below)

In front of the road, a magician covered in black robes, floating quietly in the sky, his face hidden in a tall hat, unable to see his face, while holding a wand in his hand, made Dewey's heart cold that the wand was not made of wood, but connected by all kinds of weird white bones, one section at a time, without knowing what kind of warcraft bone it was made of!

On all continents, the only one who uses bones as a wand is the Necromancer! The dark magic of the dead is the most mysterious and horrible, far more lethal and bizarre than other forms of magic, only extremely difficult to cultivate, and has always been regarded as carrying some evil breath. The magician held a white bone wand and floated quietly in the air. The broad black magician's robe danced with the wind. It felt quite ghostly!

What makes Dewey even more helpless is that there are ambushes on the road! Two horses are in the middle of the road, no one is over the horse on the left, obviously the black magician's mount, while on the right horse, a knight in silver armor sits on the horse, the white silver armor is covered with gorgeous decorations, at first glance is not a human being, with an elongated silver sword in his hand, as a knight, but using this elongated extremely unfavourable horseback riding weapon, is already rare, across the distance, Dewey can feel the chilly air emitted from the sword! Dewey just looked at it and felt his mental strength as if he had been forced back by a forest of ice and cold. He hit a smart man all over his body, as if he had been poured with a bucket of snow water in his head!

What a handful of magic and weapons! Though Dewey has seen a lot of magic and weapons, none of them compare to the sword in front of her! Magic fluctuations on the blade, even a magician like Dewey, can't magically detect the past! Compared to this sword, the magic and weapons you've seen are nothing like garbage!

This long sword, also strangely carried a hidden pattern on the blade, which circled around, emitting visible cold air as if it were covered in a fine layer of ice cream!

This family doesn't even have a face mask. It's obviously a powerful, self-righteous person who doesn't want to hide behind his back! Looks about forty years old, thin face, tall nose beam, quite handsome, just too brazen in the eyes, broad hands holding the slender long sword, sitting on the horse, thin lips with two hands to trim unusually clean beard, looking at Prince Chen and Dewey, his voice gently came: “Your Highness, it's been a long time. ”

Prince Chen has calmed down at this moment. Shooting a robe full of dust just now, he smiled slightly: “I didn't think my brother was so anxious to invite you out! Dear Rodriguez! Are you going to join me in the struggle between my brothers? ”

The silver knight named Rodriguez looked calm and restless, slowing his head: "I promised His Royal Highness that I would do three things for him in my life. Today is the second, and I cannot refuse his request. ”

And Dewey, when you hear Prince Chen shouting the name "Rodriguez”, you also have a heart!

In his days on the Rollin Plains, he spent every day with Hussein in the morning and evening, and he stumbled upon a sudden wonder and asked Hussein a question: At the level of his current Saint Knight, I'm afraid in the samurai family, he's already the first man on the continent?

Hussein pondered for a while and told Dewey an answer: If any samurai on this continent could threaten me, it would be a guy named Rodriguez!

When Dewey heard the name, he immediately came to his mind with what Hussein had told him about Rodriguez.

Rodriguez, 46, ninth knight —— but that was six years ago. Speaking of this guy, even Hussein sighed at him and thought he was really weird.

This life is isolated, always alone, never heard of any friends. Moreover, his experience was strange. He was said to have come from an ancient aristocratic family with a fallen family, practicing martial arts from the age of 10, but barely gained the rank of third level knight until he was thirty-five. The third level knight, a lower level knight, the average person gets a third level knight, as long as he has slightly better qualifications, it takes him three or five years to practice, but it took him 25 years to barely pass the Knights Association exam.

According to this, this guy's martial arts talent, I'm afraid not even “ordinary”, can only be said to be inferior!

And then he's out of control! After gaining the rank of third knight at 35, he practiced for three years, moving from third to eighth in three years! Finally, at the age of forty, he earned the title of Knight of the Ninth!

Had it not been for Hussein, he would have been the most special genius on the continent in decades!

It took fifteen years to reach the third level, but it took only five years from the third to the ninth level. This speed is really hard to understand.

Most rarely, he has a sword of one of the three most powerful weapons recognized on the continent!

Below the Moon Beauty!

This is said to be an artifact, legend has it that the Gods left behind during the war! Sharp, powerful and horrible, coupled with his unique frost fighting spirit, when he used this sword to show his tremendous trick "Moon Frost Sigh," it was really a ghost crying, powerful, unimaginable!

That's what Hussein said at the time: "Six years ago, when he last showed up, he was still a Grade 9 strength, but it's hard to guarantee that he hasn't broken through in six years! Above the mainland, Tibetan Dragon Lying Tiger, not every master is interested in running to the Knight's Association to see what Knight's rank is! Especially the mighty one. Do you think he'll run into the knights' club and take his exams like those vulgars? As for what I call the mightiest knight, or any of the most promising saintly knights, most of them are the priests of the temple who brag and help me blow them out. After all, I used to be a Holy Knight, and the Holy Knights needed a flag and had to lift me up. ”

Most importantly, Hussein added in particular: “Even if Rodriguez hasn't made a breakthrough in the past six years, he is still a Class 9 knight, but with that artifact in his hands, even if he meets me, he has the strength to fight! If he had been promoted to the ranks of the Holy Knight... even if it were me, I'm afraid I wouldn't be his opponent if I didn't have a weapon comparable to the beauty of the moon. ”

When it came to this “beauty under the moon," Hussein seemed particularly ironic when he said to Dewey, “It's a true ancient sword, a true artifact. It's totally different from your shitty 'King's Sword’! ”

A strong man almost comparable to Hussein, plus a dark magician with unpredictable powers...

Dewey glanced at Prince Chen, both smiling bitterly.

“My lord, can you still laugh now?” Dewey sighed: “I don't suppose you have any backhand? If you really don't, I'm afraid we're gonna die here today. ”

Dewey saw a hint of serenity in His Highness's eyes, nothing like when faced with a sword in the hands of a powerful man like Rodriguez.

Prince Chen looked at Dewey and sighed: “Rodriguez give it to me, that black magician will depend on you! Just hang in there for a little while and the nearby city guard will feel it. ”

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Fight on!

Dewey dares not slack at this juncture of life and death. The black magician floating in the sky, whose face was covered under the robe, though not clearly visible, Dewey could feel the other person's eyes as if he had looked at himself thoroughly all over again!

“Good magic.” There was a dry voice in the sky, and it was like a strange quality of sound that people coughed but couldn't cough up, and it was unusually painful to hear, and there was a glimpse of appreciation in this man's tone: “Oh, you're wearing a Bachelor of Magic robe, you have great magic, I love your kind of adversary, as long as I kill you and extract your soul, you can make a powerful demon pet! Hahahahaha..."

Saying, his white bone wand silently scattered a white smoke, the smoke surrounded the air, gradually solidified, actually a giant bone dragon!

Dewey sighed.

Can summon Bone Dragon, this Dark Magician is at least Level 8! Another great magician!

The black magician shook himself up and stood on the back of the bone dragon. The bone dragon opened its mouth and shouted a dragon roar!

While they were summoning the bone dragon, Dewey had already touched the baggage out of her arms, stuffed several more scrolls in her sleeve, plus a ring made of colorful stones that stored enough magic in her hand, according to the mouse Grigg witch, at least on the magic spelling, she did not necessarily fall out of the wind! Besides, there's a saimer behind me! Sameer and I are living and dying together, and we will never see ourselves killed.

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