Violet Mage Tower.

The storm of rain fell straight down the mage tower, and a thin purple defensive magic array appeared out of thin air, and the rain dripped, bursting out countless transparent ripples.

The top tower with purple patterns engraved on it, Craigie's crown was no longer as old as before, wearing a purple robe, and the blue staff in his right hand flashed with soft light, as if the misty mist was changing endlessly.

At this moment, in front of him, two guests who came from afar stood.

"Moira, I haven't seen you for a long time." Craggie's turbid eyes stared at the right hand, like an ice lotus left alone in the world, and said softly.

"Yes, teacher, you have not changed after thirty years of separation." Moira bowed slightly, and ripples appeared in her light green eyes. A familiar and unfamiliar place, she had studied here for five years, and the old man in front of her was the teacher responsible for teaching her.

"Haha, I'm old, now is your time." Craigie's inferior shaking his head and looked at Moira in front of him with a hint of apology in his tone.

"I'm sorry, when you stepped into the legend, I didn't come to congratulate you in person and missed that grand event."

"The teacher is joking. I'm satisfied if you can send a gift." Moira knew very well that this teacher's lazy personality would never leave the Violet Mage Tower if it was not too important. Even if she successfully stepped into the legendary path, she would no longer be an exception.

After being polite with Moira, Craigie turned her head and looked at the middle-aged man who was always as tall as a mountain. He had a very ordinary face, an ordinary temperament, and an ordinary dress.

If these ordinary people appear on one person at the same time, then this person will definitely be very ordinary.

This is true. If it weren't for the Violet Mage Tower, he might even deliberately ignore the other party.

"Dubois, I didn't expect that the noble council would invite you here this time. Is it uncomfortable recently?" Craggie joked, but the solemn color hidden in the turbid eyes became increasingly strong. The person in front of him was resounding throughout the continent of Karadimos.

Dubois GeraldClive, a legendary warrior who wanders around the world, likes food and spirits, and is also a veteran gambler. He lingers in the famous gambling houses.

"There is no way, the prices in the Kingdom of Stoke are too expensive, and I don't have enough gold shields, so I have to take on a task by the way to solve the problem of the pocket." Du Bois rubbed his nose and stretched his waist and said, as the smell of wine floated out of his clothes filled the top tower.

"However, judging from the current development, it seems that Limontanlu has been penetrated too deeply. In just one night, five places were slaughtered and sacrificed."

Even though the warrior's perception was not too outstanding, as a legend, Dubois still felt the changes in Limontanelu, and he could smell the bloody smell of wandering in the humid air from a distance.

He glanced at Craigie from the corner of his eyes, and his heart sank slightly. Judging from the calmness of the master and apprentice, it seemed that something he didn't know was brewing.

To be honest, Dubois really hates nobles and mages. They always smile at others, and then hide blades and conspiracies behind their backs, which will suddenly appear when they are not paying attention.

"Who knows." Cregg did not answer Dubois's question head-on, but turned around and stood by the guardrail, looking at Limontanelu in the storm. His turbid vision crossed the distance of space, silently staring at the place where scarlet blood was scattered.

"I cannot ask His Majesty Lloyd's thoughts, nor can I stop them. All I can do is to stabilize the situation in Limontanelu."

"So, wait, wait for the stage where the performance continues!"

The gentle voice seemed to be the cold wind of winter, with a slightly cold expression of Moira and Dubois. Even within the huge noble parliament, His Majesty Lloyd's reputation has enough shock, and the legendary crown is no exception.

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Corpse!

Skinny corpse!

The cold rain fell, soaking the luxurious buildings, and countless corpses covered the dark gray marble floor in front of me. Judging from the appearance of the corpses, they seemed to have no resistance during their lifetime, and all the blood in their bodies was removed, leaving only a pitiful body.

Seeing this, Horace and Worthmann looked slightly moved, and each led a team of Choi Falley's army to scatter and investigate such an abnormal situation.

A faint energy of life bloomed on the front hall road, and his firm steps shattered the increasingly dense rain. Every soldier of the Choi Falli Legion held a heavy gun blade and touched the stiff corpse.

"Lord, these people should be guests invited tonight, as well as some guards and waiters." Horace, who returned after investigation, knelt on one knee, letting the cold rain flow along the mask, and invincible the flame of revenge that was restless in his heart.

When Modrian heard this, his brow frowned slightly and looked around at the cold and dark buildings around him. He vaguely felt something was wrong, but he had already stepped here and had no intention of turning back.

Slowly raise your right hand, wave it gently, and a touch of shadow hidden under the corners of the eaves and walls quickly moved, like a faint pen and ink, jumping in the darkness and gradually blending into the rain curtain.

"Earl Siglid, let's go. This unique welcome ceremony seems interesting." Modrian looked at the beautiful lady with a slightly pale face and said softly.

Taking a deep breath, Siglid forced a smile at Modrian, held up the bright red long skirt and walked forward in broken steps.

As for the trembling buried in her heart, she did not show it. There was a familiar aura here, a terrifying force that suppressed her bloodline when she was facing the ancestor of the family.

The dim magic lights illuminated the corridor, and Modrian and his group kept their vigilance and moved forward. Passing through the quiet passage and open rooms, skinny corpses could be seen everywhere, with a pious expression on their strange faces, and the movement of leaning over and kneeling on the ground became more and more standard.

It's a sacrifice!

Modrian seemed to think of something, his expression changed slightly, and some ancient information about sacrifices surged deep in his memory, among which the description of the bloody sacrifice was very consistent with the scene in front of him.

The so-called bloody sacrifice is also called self-sacrifice, life sacrifice, holy sacrifice, etc. This is a sacrifice mode that all interfaces, regardless of camp, have.

Ordinary sacrifices require certain sacrifices, but bloody sacrifices do not. To be precise, the sacrifices are their own lives and souls, at the cost of their own lives and souls, in exchange for the personal attention of a great being.

In a sense, as long as you are pious enough, even if you are just a mortal, you can make the eyes of the great being pay attention to you at some point.

Now, the situation he encountered is likely to be the legendary bloody sacrifice. It is not certain whether the sacrifice is completed or the sacrifice is in progress. In order to determine the situation and for the system tasks, all he can do is to continue exploring the depths of the building!
Chapter completed!