Law of the Devil

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(Sent today in Chapter 2.

Let us know one thing: "Chu's Spring and Autumn" is officially out of the palace! It has been steadily updated for half a month, and I contacted the author, Lao Ning, personally. He swore that he would definitely finish writing this time... Heh, an old reader who likes this book can go check it out. If he doesn't make sense, everyone goes straight to play his window, it's none of his business...)

Chapter 245 [Betting!

Chief Magic Advisor to the Northwest Legion?

The name Dewey wasn't surprised. The magicians of the Roland Empire have a noble status. Even if there are magicians willing to serve the army, it depends on the mood of the "grandfathers". Simply put: You have to wait, those magicians are happy, just help you a few times. It is not pleasant. If your soldiers fail like mountains, it is also common for the grandfathers to stand by and watch the jokes. So, but no magician willing to serve in the army has any fixed structure, people will not be willing to be your subordinate, a “consultant” title, sounds both beautiful and honorable, at the same time to implicitly indicate the meaning of the crane of idle clouds without detention.

As for the Northwest Army having its own magician... that's not surprising to Dewey.

Imagine that the Northwest Army can fight the Imperial Central Chamber for more than 20 years, and the Empire Central can't help them, 200,000 troops alone is not enough. There's also a bit of a killer. It is also normal to have a few magicians at a high price to support the table.

But the only thing that surprised Dewey is... is General Lugo crazy? Looking for a Necromancer?

Necromancer and Necromancer, although the name is so slightly different, the difference is between heaven and earth! Dead spirits are legal and recognized by the Magic Union. But the Necromancer... the Magician's Guild is definitely going to see one extinguish a hundred kill a hundred!

Look at this black magician... Level 8? Necromancer magic can be practiced to level 8, you basically don't have to ask... he is simply a Necromancer! Necromancer!!

I don't know how many spirits have been slaughtered to get here! Definitely enough to provoke a magician to kill! Such a character, even if he possesses eight levels of strength, is worth seeking... think about the consequences! Otherwise, recruiting an Eighth Levels Necromancer brings in the hostility of the Magic Union! That's absolutely irreparable!

After a half-day peek at this black magician, Dewey discovered that he had been observing himself as well. The confrontation between the two magicians made everyone around them consciously take a few steps back.

“Tulip Duke.” Tata Yaro, the black magician, smiles low, his laughter is full of weirdness and his voice is harsh, as if he were about to lose his breath at any moment: “I've heard your fame for a long time... but you just interrupted my practice, do you want to challenge me according to the magician's routine? ”

Dewey smiled and looked at the invisible Sebastian. At this moment, the Major General did not speak at all. He did not want to be like a troublemaker. However, he seemed to be somewhat happy with the disaster. Dewey's heart was heavy, but he smiled coldly and looked at the black magician: "How dare I, Dewey, refuse your kindness if you wish to teach me? ”

Dewey gently stepped on the stirrup and floated off the saddle, parallel to the magician, his hands shrunk in his sleeve, staring closely at the magician.

Black Mage, what kind of dead creature does it summon? Hmmm...

Dewey remembers that the last time he met a black magician, he summoned a dragon and so many Necromancer Black Knights and Skeletons, all of them shaded!

Now……

Looking around, back and forth, it's all huge woods.

Old man, you can do it if you want! You summon the dead creatures, I summon the tree men! Look who's got a lot of cannon dust!

When my magic was low, I wasn't afraid of necromancers. Now that Dewey has reached the edge of Level 6, what else is he afraid of?

However, at this time, the Northwest Army invited such a master of magic, and the words clearly deliberately provoked themselves, such a move is worth pondering!

Did... Dewey move in her heart?

Did Lugo kill himself?

With this in mind, the confusion of today's situation makes me happy!

It should be like this!

Lugo doesn't want to rebel now, at least not for him. So even if he came to the door, Lugo wouldn't let his people kill him.

But... magicians are different! At least nominally, this black magician is even Lugo's helper. But nominally, he's not from the Northwest Army! Just a magic advisor, is a free body, he wants to kill himself, even if he did it, he can only push “their own duel between the magicians” to the top, so that the board can't hit the Northwest Army!

And... even if Lugo doesn't want to kill himself, send this black magician, I'm afraid he also has the intention to weigh in!

Dewey is not wearing a magician's robe today, but her hands, shrunk in her sleeves, have secretly snapped a storage ring, and she can summon her wand at any time, as well as the tree people's horn of life. Just a pair of eyes staring dead at the black magician. In the other party's crystal ball, a hidden black gas circled, as if reflecting a black swirl, the surge grew...

At this point, finally, Sebastian on the side opened his mouth. The Major General kicked his horse in the stomach very leisurely and took a few steps up, deliberately lying between the two, laughing: “Gentlemen! The Duke is our guest, and Master Tata Yalo is our guest. The two of you fought here, but it's really hard to make us the owners... Why don't you give us a face? ”

Dewey almost laughed as soon as she heard it.

The Major General did indeed cheat. This is a nice statement. In fact, he made it clear that he was going to take things outside. If he said this, then the characterization of this duel would become “Guests beating Guests”, which has nothing to do with their “owners”.

The more this Sebastian looked like he was sitting on a mountain watching a tiger fight, the more annoying Dewey felt. It suddenly occurred to me that the martial arts of this Major General seemed to be Rodriguez's, and suddenly a strange thought arose in his heart!

Huh? See if you can fake it!

Dewey thought of doing it and suddenly smiled softly. His right hand came out of his sleeve. After a magical light, he already had a crystal clear sword covered in a cold frost in his right hand!

The black magician across the street looked at Dewey and took out his weapon. Thought Dewey was going to summon the wand, but didn't expect to take out a sword. His face sank, and he smiled coldly: “Master Dewey, the magician's duel, why did you take out a sword? Have you disregarded the magician's honor? ”

Dewey rolled his eyes and said, "Can't the Duke do the magic and martial dual cultivation? ”

Meanwhile, he looked at Sebasta quietly.

Sure!

Sebasta revealed a glimmer of disbelief in Dewey's eyes after he suddenly turned into a sword. But instantly, when he saw the sword clearly, his eyes suddenly became stunned!

Originally with a smiling corner of his mouth, he shut it suddenly and tightly, as if he was dead biting his teeth, so he didn't shout out!

This long sword in Dewey's hand, the sword sharp elongated, a transparent ice cream covered on it, in the low sun in the woods, suddenly came out a colorful arc of light, and a lukewarm cold air, also from the sword...

Below the Moon Beauty!

Rodriguez's Moon Beauty!

Sebasta glanced at the sword and his eyes were already glaring. After a brief stunner, he suddenly took a deep breath, as if his efforts had suppressed his inner amazement and excitement, but Dewey noticed that his fingers holding the reins were shaking in secrecy.

“Both of you.” Sebasta took a few steps forward again, suddenly laughing out loud: “Both of you are our guests, but please restrain yourself. Whoever it is, it's a huge loss to Roland Mainland! At this moment, my father will be in the woods with all of us. If you two must be willing to fight, why don't you change your mind, and you won't hurt yourself. ”

Clearly, he cast an eye on the black magician and shook his head slightly, not easily perceived.

After that, he suddenly drank to the cavalry behind him, as if he were afraid that Dewey was going to do it. “Blow the horn! ”

The cavalry behind him immediately removed a trumpet from the horse and blew it up. Soon, the sound of shouting came from all sides of the woods, the horseshoe array, hundreds of rides coming from all sides.

General Lugo came in front of several subordinates and looked at the black magician opposite Duwei. The short man's face appeared a little gloomy, and he laughed. “Turns out Duwei and Tatayalo are here. I'm sure you've already met them, so I won't have to introduce them. ”

He then looked at his son and got a complicated look from him. Ru Gao knew things had changed and suddenly his eyes fell on Dewey's "beauty below the moon”.

In the eyes of this Shorty General, suddenly a divine picket erupted, as if the hungry ghost saw food, the color demon saw a beautiful woman, that look as if he could not help but swallow the beauty of the moon in Dewey's hand, even the man with the sword!

This expression was instantaneous, but it was captured by the astute Dewey.

Hmm... does this Lugo recognize this sword too?

“Father.” Sebasta cleared her voice: "The Duchess seemed to have a slight misunderstanding with Master Tata Yalo, and the two seemed intent on a magician contest here. ”

Lu Gao opened his mouth, but he reacted extremely quickly and immediately laughed: “Why should I? Both of you are my guests. If anyone is hurt, it is my fault. In my face..."

Sebasta took a deep breath, but interrupted Lugo's words, slowly: “Father, it is rare that two great magicians are present to perform magical magic. I'm sure everyone would love to see such a strong man fight... Since the two great magicians want to compare, can we go against their will? ”

Since he said that, Lugo knew that his son must have an idea. He immediately cooperated with the laugh: “Good, it's just a magician's duel, inevitably..."

“Then I have a way of staying calm.” Sebastian Fly Express: “There are about four or five of the prey we released today that we haven't caught yet. Let's take this as a bet... the two magicians split up and let's set a time, whoever catches the most prey first wins. How about that?”

This proposal is also a coincidence, and neither side can say much.

Dewey's mind flies around: This Sebastian, after seeing the beauty of the moon, worries that I'm really fighting this black magician? What's the idea?

Are you worried I killed this black magician? Or are you worried the Black Mage will kill me?

The Tata Yalo black magician, who had originally cooperated with Lugo's side, although Sebasta had temporarily changed his plans, but the details of the matter, which were not very detailed in public, just hummed and nodded.

Dewey laughed: “This is good, both to teach the magic of Master Tatayalo and not to hurt General Lugo's face. The Major General's method is really good. ”

After a pause, Dewey deliberately slowed down her tone and said softly: "But since it's a bet, there's always a win or a loss, I don't know how to count this bet? ”

Sebastian obviously had it all figured out, and he immediately smiled without hesitation: “The Duchess is right, since it is a bet, there is naturally a bet. However, on the territory of the Northwest Army, if two dignitaries were to pay their bets themselves, it would appear that the Northwest Army is too cheap! Is this a bet... If Master Tata Yalo wins, Father, why don't you give all the death row inmates to Master Tata Yalo! I'm sure my father wouldn't have been stingy with a hundred and ten death row inmates in the district. ”

Lugo nodded immediately.

“If Master Tatayalo loses... Father, I would like to ask Master Tatayalo to point out my magic for a month, even if it is to satisfy one of my requests. ”

Tata Yalo was originally Lugo's man and nodded after listening.

Dewey sighed and faked a smile: "How embarrassing, our bet is that the Northwest Army will come to pay for it. ”

“This shows the importance my father attaches to the two dignitaries.” Sebastian answered with the right tone. Dewey couldn't help but listen: this little bastard is not a simple person to deal with!

“After all, if the Duchess wins... then as a reward for the winner, I heard how damaged the cavalry was when the Duchess was previously harassed by the prairies, I will take my father's place. If the Duchess wins, the Northwest Army will send 3,000 horses of war, plus 3,000 sets of cavalry armor! ”

Dewey reckoned, and this condition is tempting: “So what if I lose? ”

Sebasta laughed more and more, making Dewey uncomfortable, and he said softly: “Just now the Duke called himself the Duke of Demon Martial Arts... With your talent, the Duke must have made something extraordinary! And... I see the weapons you use, the styling is peculiar, I see the hunting, so my request is... If you lose, Lord Duke, please use this peculiar sword you used to point out my martial arts! For a while... I know the Duke is busy on business and wouldn't dare let you stay at Fort Watt for a month. Then I'll have to deliver it myself! If you lose, my lord, I will go back to Lulancheng with you alone, and for the next month, please teach me to broadcast my martial arts doubts! ”

The bet came out, and even General Lugo's face clearly showed surprise when Dewey stunned!

Singlehanded back with Dewey!

So... isn't Dewey ready to take this Major General hostage whenever something happens?

Dewey's heart is full of doubt... this Major General, his obvious goal is "Beauty Under the Moon”!!

Does this sword mean so much to him?!

But at this moment he had to say yes, and Duvihaha laughed: "Okay! I bet! ”

After a pause, Dewey suddenly saw the look of Hussein around her and moved in her heart, adding another sentence: “But I have another request… in order to increase the difficulty, when hunting for prey, they must not be harmed, they must be caught alive!” Speaking of which, Dewey deliberately beat up a haha, laughing: “Otherwise, a Necromancer ‘darkness swallows’ spreads out, covering most of the forest, instantly killing all the prey... I can only dry my eyes. ”

Obviously Sebastian was anxious, but this time he didn't wait for the Necromancer to talk, and he had already smiled first: "Okay, that's it! ”

Sure! Dewey laughed in his heart... he was in a hurry for this beauty under the moon...

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