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Chapter 1082: Bloody Canyon.
The bloody canyon on the plane of Faerun, the headquarters of the "Red Robe Mage Guild (also known as the Sandalin Society).
It is often said that this area is the most evil and chaotic core area of the entire plane of Faerun, because this deep canyon lined with many deformed pillars is the origin of the famous evil chaotic camp legendary organization "Santalin Club" in the entire multiverse. In this place, you must know that when the magnificent groups that represented pure malice collectively called for the chaotic slogan to swagger, even the evil pronoun in the abyss, the "devil prince", had to look sideways and even look jealous.
And to this day, the "Crimson Tower", a shining magic tower that stands in a valley beyond the reach of the sun, has become the most enviable among many evil camp professionals. Bloody existence, because this high tower itself not only represents the private property of Yaori professionals, it also represents the evil's desecration of goodness, and chaos's defilement of order!
You know, the "Crimson Tower" is an ancient magical creation that was established by the first generation of the Red Robe Mage Guild and passed down to today. No one knows that the legendary bloody painting on it is covered by the blood of the pure goddess. Few people know how many secrets and darkness, how countless cruelty and conspiracy are contained in this ancient tower............
But fortunately, as a powerful legendary professional, as a forty-fourth-level evil chaotic camp morning star knight, Kane is clearly one of the "few people" qualified to step into such an evil tower. At this moment, I have already returned to the "Crimson Tower" with Walkway's head. The "Instant Kill Gun" is standing on an inconspicuous black-red square brick in the corner of the first-story tower hall, listening for a while. It's noisy, but there is absolutely no calm and gloomy conversation.
As for the people involved in the dialogue, there is no doubt that there is only one "dead writing lantern" Walkway-Zuo fan whose head is floating lonely in mid-air...and sitting high on the dark-hued throne, with solemn expressions. The poor, thin old man—the fifth president of the Red-robed Mage Guild and the 62nd-level shining sun spellcaster—"the Scarlet Scepter" Eman Blackjack!
"I...gave you many opportunities, many, many...Mr. Walkway, I rescued you from your enemies, helped you complete your revenge, helped you become a morning star, and gave you back what you don’t know. The knowledge and wealth that the legendary mage can't even think of...but see how you do it, see how you reward poor old Eman?"
Squinting blood-red muddy eyes looked down at the embarrassed "death lantern", and the performance under the crown of the shining sun throne was as sharp-eyed and sharp-spoken as those old men who had spent their lives in the army and horses.
It must be admitted that as the nominally supreme leader of the Santarin Society, the Scarlet Scepter does not have the madness and arrogance that most red robe spellcasters have in their bones. On the contrary, he is obviously He is very good at controlling his emotions, and the anger he expresses is definitely far more frightening than simple verbal rants.
Of course, no matter whether the old Eman's appearance is as thin and weak as a withered old man, no one in the world will question the powerful strength and courage of a throne of the sun, even if the old red robe at this moment does not deliberately Exuding any clear anger and emotional fluctuations that could be detected by the probe, Walkway, who almost fell on the floor of the dim court, was already a little flustered and even incoherent:
"That... ahem, I really want to express my sincerest apologies and thanks to you, but in fact..."
"Shut up! Old Eman is not allowed to interrupt when he speaks"
The Scarlet Scepter, who did not give his subordinates any chance to argue, nor did he need to give the so-called “subordinates” a chance to argue, obviously did not need Walkway to answer his own questions. I saw that he hadn't waited for the talkative head to finish. He severely interrupted all the rebuttal and thankful words, and then continued to state in a low tone of self-consciousness:
"I'm very disappointed, Walkway, old Eman is very disappointed now... I thought that the 100,000 years of imprisoning you could make you a little more sober, but now it seems that I really overestimate you completely. It’s a waste! Now it’s less than a month. The promises you once promised have all become bullshit. You not only angered the Pantheon, which could have been out of the way, but also angered Messoul, who was going crazy, and even in the end. Almost messed up the troublesome "League of Silents"! You idiot messed up again!"
"...I'm really sorry for causing you trouble, my dear boss, now I think back to the fact that I was really guilty and worthless. I was so hurtful and stupid. What you said is correct. That's the crazy Walkway. An idiot, idiot, rubbish, rubbish, mentally retarded..."
As soon as I heard that my boss was disappointed, and I didn’t know if it was really sad or false, the "dead writing lantern" immediately began a long period of self-pity self-reflection. Although there is only one head left, this The guy still controlled his head very seriously and slammed into the hard surface of the Yaori Magic Tower to "express his determination".
All of a sudden, the quiet hall was filled with pitiful crying confession words and the shock and explosion of bones colliding with rocks, and the scattered shock waves even swayed the few magic lights.
Of course, although the momentum looks quite large, this kind of impact that does not even use magic is destined to have no results. Walkway's head is very strong, but the floor of the magic tower is stronger, in front of the throne of the sun. After hitting the ground for hundreds of times, the two things that collided with each other were actually unharmed.
"Enough, you rubbish! Don't be embarrassed here, go back to your laboratory and make a new body, and then you will stay in the bloody canyon for me and reflect on it without getting an order in the next time. Now hurry up and get old Eman away"!
Watching Walkway's half-crazy but not stupid funny performance, Old Eman's expression looked more gloomy than Wintery's lake.
No need to think about it. Being the boss of a bunch of lunatics is definitely a tiresome and temperamental task. At least Kane, who stands in the corner and listens to nothing, can be sure that at that moment, Ah There was definitely a sharp murderous intent in Man's eyes flashing away.
However, unlike Walkway, who was insane and unscrupulous, the "Crimson Scepter" as a shining professional was obviously not the kind of impulsive and brainless idiot leader, so until the end, this helpless old man was just Hanang released the hand of a noble or noble mage and slapped the tearful "dead writing lantern" along the black and red carpet and photographed his magic tower.
"boom"!
As Walkway's head flew straight out, the scarlet door was again tightly closed by the old red robe.
End of this Chapter
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