Netheril’s Glory - Chapter 1086

[Chapter 1078 Bloody Canyon]

Faerun plane bloody canyon, “the headquarters of the Red Robe Mage Guild (also known as the Zhentalin Society) headquarters.

It is often said that this area is the most evil and chaotic core of the entire Faerûn plane, because this deep canyon with many deformed pillars is the origin of the legendary organization of the famous evil and chaotic camp in the entire multiverse, the “Zentalin Society”. You must know that on the day when the grand group representing pure malice jointly called for chaotic slogans and slogans, even the evil pronoun “Devil Prince” in the abyss had to look sideways and even show fear.

And since today, the “Crimson Tower”, a shining sun-level magic tower standing in a valley that cannot be touched by sunlight, can be said to have become the most enviable among many evil camp professionals. Bloody existence, because this tower itself not only represents the private property of the sun-bright professionals, it also represents the blasphemy of evil against goodness, and the defilement of order by chaos!

You must know that the “Crimson Tower” is an ancient magical creation that was established by the first generation of the Red Robe Master Guild and passed down to the present day. No one knows that the legend on it is covered with a blood-colored coating embellished with the blood of the pure goddess. How many secrets and darkness, few people know, how many cruelty and conspiracies are contained in this ancient tower……

But fortunately, as a powerful legendary professional, as a 44th-level evil chaotic camp Morning Star Knight, Kane is obviously one of the “few people” qualified to enter such an evil tower, such as At this moment, the “Instant Kill Gun”, who has returned to the “Crimson Tower” with Walkway’s head, is standing on an inconspicuous black and red brick in the corner of the first floor of the tower hall, listening to a paragraph that is not enough. Noisy, gloomy conversation with absolutely no peace at all.

As for the people participating in the dialogue, there is no doubt that there is only one “Dead Text Wind Lantern” Walkway-Zuo Mi, whose head is floating in mid-air, and sits high on the dark throne, with a solemn expression on his face. The bad skinny old man – the fifth president of the Red Robe Mage Guild, the sixty-two dazzling sun caster – “Crimson Scepter” Aiman – Black Jack!

“I… gave you many opportunities, many, many… Mr. Walkerway, I rescued you from your enemy, helped you complete your revenge, helped you become a morning star, and gave you an unknown amount of money. Knowledge and wealth that legendary mages would never have dared to imagine…but look how you did it, how did you repay poor old Aiman?”

Squinting blood-red turbid eyes looking down at the embarrassed “dead text wind lamp”, the performance of the Throne of Shining Sun is like those old men who have been fighting for a lifetime, with sharp eyes and sharp words.

It must be admitted that, as the nominal leader of the Zhentalin Society, the “Crimson Scepter” is rarely without the madness and arrogance that most red-robed spellcasters have in their bones. On the contrary, he is obviously He’s very good at controlling his emotions, and the anger he expresses is definitely far more frightening than just abusive rants.

Of course, no matter whether Old Aiman’s appearance is as thin and weak as a haggard old man, no one in the world will question the strength and courage of a shining throne, even if the old red robe at this moment did not deliberately Exuding any clear anger mood swings that can be sensed by the probe, but Walkway, who almost fell on the floor of the dim courtyard, was 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! Don’t interrupt when old Ayman speaks”

The “Crimson Scepter”, who didn’t give his subordinates any chance to refute, and didn’t need to give the so-called “subordinates” a chance to refute, obviously didn’t need Walkerway to answer his own question. He seriously interrupted all rebuttals and thanks, and then continued to state in a low tone of his own:

“I’m very disappointed, Walkerway, old Aiman is very disappointed now… I thought that 100,000 years of locking you up would make you a little more awake, but now it seems that I’m really overestimating you. It’s only a month away, all your promises and promises have turned into bullshit, you not only angered the Pantheon who could have stayed out of it, but also angered Messour, who was going mad, and even finally Nearly pissed off the tricky “Alliance of the Silent!” You idiot screwed it up again”!

“…I’m so sorry for causing you trouble, my dear boss, now that I think about it, I’m really bad and useless, and I’m so cruel and stupid, you’re absolutely right, the crazy Walkway is An idiot, fool, trash, trash, retarded…”

As soon as he heard that his boss was disappointed, and he didn’t know if it was really sad or fake, the “dead text wind lamp” immediately started a long period of self-pity and self-hatred. Although there was only one head left, this The guy still controlled his head very seriously and slammed into the hard ground of the Sunshine Magic Tower “to express his determination”.

For a time, the quiet hall was immediately filled with mournful and pitiful confessions of guilt and the shocking explosion of bones colliding with rocks. The scattered shock waves even swayed the few magic lights.

Of course, although the momentum looks quite huge, this kind of impact without even using 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 several hundred times in a row, the two objects that collided with each other were actually unscathed.

“Enough, you bastard! Don’t be embarrassed here, go back to your lab to make a new body, and then if you don’t get an order for the next time, just stay in the bloody canyon for me to reflect seriously, Now hurry up and get out of old Ayman”!

Watching Walkway’s half-crazy antics, old Ayman’s expression already looked gloomier than the waters of a winter lake.

You don’t have to think about it, you know that being the boss of a bunch of lunatics is definitely a tiring and temperamental chore. At least Kane, who is standing in the corner and listening to it, can be sure. There was definitely a flash of murderous intent in Man’s eyes.

However, unlike Walkerway, who has no scruples in launching madness, the “Crimson Scepter” who is a dazzling professional is obviously not the kind of impulsive and mindless idiot leader, so until the end, this helpless old man is just Han anger released the hand of a mage that was neither light nor heavy, and slapped the tearful “Dead Text Wind Lantern” along the black and red carpet and photographed his magic tower.

“boom”!

As Walkway’s head flew straight out, the scarlet door was tightly closed by the old red robe once again.