Versatile Mage

Again, in the shadow of evil, this authority looks a little familiar.

Movanyi rarely remembers the battle of the mirage in Egypt, where such a mighty monarch stood above all magicians and dead spirits, with a sword of darkness in his hand, riding a dark horn horse, wicked and cold-blooded cruelty!

“Dark Sword Lord!” Movan showed surprise.

The Dark Sword Lord had no sword in his hand, and his sword did not lie between his waists, but dragged out a long black frost trajectory due to the run of the Dark Horn Horse.

The black horn horse it rides on is also an unusual horn horse, armed from the face door to the tail, covered with ice cream armor that covers every inch, including iron hooves with a strong dark cream power, and all the ashes it steps on are condensed with a layer of loose cream.

It can be seen that this is a more powerful, higher status Dark Sword Lord, as the loyal sword guardian of the Dark King, the Dark Sword Lord has a very high position in the dark.

Whether they were previously present in Egypt or obstructed in the Hoof Pyramid, their strength is probably only between the sub-monarchs and the small monarchs, but in fact, in the dark, the dark swordsman has far more power than in the other side, and the dark swordsman also has a rank!

Movan did not dare to be lazy. After all, there is no demonic power now, and his body is a little tired. As soon as he arrives in the new territory, he encounters such a powerful level of creature. This dark position is certainly not a good place.

“What are you doing!” Asaria saw Movan's murderous standoff, asked.

“Squash it, I can't let it hurt you.” Movan said.

Asarella was angry and funny, but that was fascinating. Her demeanor was always more odorous than that of the Oriental woman, without too much cover and pointless insistence.

“It's my guard, don't you remember??” Asaria blinked.

“Your guard??” Movan was a little confused.

Indeed, the Dark Frost Sword Lord stopped only fifty meters away from the two men, solemnly rolled over from the dark corner horse and walked one step towards Asarea in earnest.

It arrived in front of Asarea, kneeling on one knee, taking off its head... head, not in the waist, then bowing!

Movan's chin almost fell on the ashes.

You knight, everyone else is taking off their helmets. Are you trying to scare me by taking your whole head off?

“Put your head on.” Asaria Dao.

“Yes, my lord. ”

The black-front swordsman immediately congratulated and placed his helmet head on top of him, but clearly put it in the wrong direction, his head looking behind him and his body facing forward.

Movan almost laughed.

Night Knight!

Movan remembered. It is true that there is a Night's Knight called from the dark side beside Asaria, not to summon magic, but to some ancient covenant that allows Asaria the Virgin to have a protector from the dark side.

In the ancient capital, on the way to those villages, the Night Knight also showed great strength.

And, of course, it wasn't that high.

Unexpectedly, the Night Knight has now been promoted to the rank of Dark Swordsman, Qi Yuxuan, still funny.

“So we have a local guide in this dark place?” Movan Dao.

“Well, Hammera is more familiar with this place, and it should take us away from some dark traps, but we still have to follow Dark King's rules of the game.” Asaria said.

“Rules of the game, what rules exactly?” Movan asked.

“The Dark King is a well-behaved emperor who sometimes gives generously, like the gods of heaven, sometimes brutally and ruthlessly, like the Nine Ghosts, and more often than not, like a recalcitrant child, who sets strange rules for all sides, either at the expense of their souls, or gives them special powers of darkness.” Asaria said.

Listening to Asaria, Movan suddenly remembered that he had actually dealt with the Dark King once, albeit only as one of his little spinsters.

At that time, in order to reclaim Mubai's soul, which was already under the control of the Dark King, they went to Heavenly Mountain to find Shi Quartz, said to be one of the Dark King's favorite gems.

Whether quartz works for the Dark King or not, Movan has deep doubts. At that level, this gem should not be scarce, but there is always a legend in Greek classics that quartz can change a soul from the Dark King.

“The darkness is flourishing and vast, and many of the creatures will try to harness their power, including the dark magicians in our human race, in exchange for the dark gates by sacrificing their painstaking powers. The dark side, in turn, is inextricably linked to many others, so there are spirits that fall in here at all times, including our kind of living people who are not dead and whose souls are not lost, which is called travelers. ”

“The Dark King could have kept these travelers here forever, but he always liked to play a game like the Lord God. It gives all travelers to the dark side a chance to return to their original world, provided they follow its rules of the game. Win, leave alive, at no cost, lose, live forever and remain here. Your flesh belongs to the Dark King. Your soul belongs to the Dark King. You cannot live, but you will have a different ‘colourful' life in death."

Asaria knows more about the dark side than anyone else.

Greece itself is a very thorough study of the dark side, which is mentioned in classical books, plus being able to communicate directly with the creatures of the dark side.

The dark side is not a kingdom of another world.

In fact, the darkness is probably bigger than the human survival.

Mankind's powerful dark magic, the curse system, the shadow system, the dead spirit system, and the poison system all originate from the Dark King.

To be honest, one day the Dark King will be in a bad mood, closing the sacrificial passage with humans, and humans will lose the power of all four faculties directly!

The Dark King, the most worthy being, has yet to be found in the study of mankind to transcend the Dark King.

“What are the rules of the game, and will all our travelers be included in the game?” Movan asked.

Far away in the ashes sand, there are also a number of muddled urban people, some dressed in professional suits, some fashionable and beautiful, so they were forced into another position, and their lives were firmly captured by that mysterious king.

“They're all travelers, of course.” Asaria said.

“Sulu really deserves to die, and I don't know how many people can go back alive.” Movan said.