I'm in Demacia, I just became a mage

She closed her ears, hugged her knees, curled up into a ball and shivered, like a kitten in a state of extreme fright.

Zooey wanted to shout, but the air seemed to be frozen by the stickiness of blood. She took a big breath, and her lungs were immediately filled with the smell of blood like rust.

No, it will be discovered.Zooey covered her mouth, her aura-filled eyes were filled with tears.

I don't know how long it took, maybe a while, or maybe an hour or two.

There was a sound from the door of the cellar, Zoe stared there with wide eyes, and the wooden trap door made the sound of being pried.

Like the moment when the devil came, Zoe was gnawed by great fear. She couldn't help trembling all over, shrank her body in panic, and hid behind some baskets containing potatoes.

crunch~

The moment the sound sounded, the young Zoe trembled in fright. This was the sound of the movable wooden door being opened. It was a sound that she had heard countless times before, but now it became like the howling of the legendary Darkborn.

There was no sound of conversation, only the muffled sound of steel boots trampling on the soil, and this sound also stepped on Zoe's heart.

She closed her eyes tightly, and suddenly felt a sharp pain from the top of her head, and then her whole body was lifted into the air by that force, and then fell heavily after a sense of weightlessness.

"Hahahahaha!"

In the darkness, someone was laughing crazily, as if rummaging through the trash to find food, he grabbed Zoe's beautiful long golden hair and dragged her out of the cellar.

it hurts.

Zooey hugged her head, she was so frightened that she was about to die, her beautiful little skirt was scratched on the muddy ground, and she fell into a panic in an instant.

The torrential rain hit her body, and the occasional lightning snake illuminated the villain who was grabbing her hair. She could only see the back, not tall, like a young man.

She was dragged along like this, and the man just laughed, the voice couldn't even cover up the thunder, lingering in Zoe's ears, it became the scariest voice she had ever heard.

She just hoped it was a nightmare and woke up with Mom and Dad and warm Ebike's milk.

After a certain time, the boy stopped, and Zooey thought that one day must have passed, and she felt that her body had been soaked by the cold rain, and her lips were blue from the cold.

She didn't know where she was taken. After the war, everything in the tribe became strange.

Zoe looked up, and the surrounding lights were lit, and the dark halo dispelled the surrounding darkness, exposing a darker hell.

The field of vision is full of moving figures, the tip of the nose is filled with the blood of rust and obscene stench, the dim yellow fire flickers and hits those stirring shadows on the surrounding walls, baring their teeth and claws like devils.

Bang!

She was suddenly lifted and fell to the floor. She felt as if her internal organs had been displaced, and she was sweating profusely from the pain.

"Look at what I found!" The boy's voice sounded like asking for credit, and everyone around laughed: "This kind of bean sprouts is not very interesting to make, but it's better than nothing. I'll let you drink the soup!"

Zooey couldn't see what they looked like, and only heard them laughing and deciding their own destiny in the dim light.

Even, she didn't know what she was about to experience.

"Hey!" The young man sounded very happy, and then Zooey heard a rustling sound, like undressing, behind her, but she couldn't see clearly.

The light over there was too dim, and the torment just now made her dizzy, making her see double images.

Then she felt someone tugging on her little skirt, he was shaking, Zoe felt it.

I don't know whether to be excited or scared.

What is he going to do?Zooey doesn't know, but she knows that girls can only show their bodies to people they like, sister Hilal said.

So Zoe wanted to yell, but it was no longer as crisp as before. When she opened her mouth, a hoarse wailing came out from her vocal cords.

She struggled with her mouth open like this, and let out a miserable howl that no one could hear. The boy with a strange smile on his face was struggling to tear her little skirt right behind her.

"Damn!"

For the first time, the young man hated the beautiful costumes of the Lakkor tribe on Targon Peak. The workmanship was too good and too complicated. The skirt was still under the skirt, and it became tighter and tighter under the impatience.

"Hold on! Bitch!"

He took a war knife in his hand, and first gave Zooey a handle - she had to be quiet so that she could tear her clothes off.

This blow hit the top of Zoe's head, and it didn't make her dizzy, it was just painful, followed by warmth, did she bleed?She didn't dare to struggle anymore.

"Humph!"

The boy made a satisfied voice, like a victorious general.

He used the knife to cut the skirt from Zoe's calf.

Under the sharp blade, the skirt woven of soft fur was quickly torn apart, and the delicate whiteness in the slit drove the young man crazy, and he roared and cut the skirt crazily.

"It's not a boy under the red flag anymore, I'm the emperor."

Zooey was just trembling tremblingly, her mind went blank, but at this moment, she heard a voice, a man's voice, as warm as the sun in spring.

After he finished speaking, he sighed for a moment.

"Sure enough, I still can't see such a thing."

Boom boom boom!

After Zoe heard the man's voice, the department

The door to the largest house in the clan, which is now the House of Hell, was knocked suddenly.

At first, no one cared, but then, the voice sounded again.

Boom boom boom!

After knocking three times, the victors quieted down, all their eyes were fixed on the gate, and their crazy and confused eyes gradually cooled down, like the temperature of a weapon.

Boom boom boom!

Three more times.

The boy was frightened by the scene and stopped there in a half-squat, with his pants half off, and he didn't know where to put his hands and feet.

The soldiers exchanged glances for a while, and a burly warrior walked over with an ax and opened the door.

A man wearing a light blue cloak stood at the door. This cloak was so luxurious, it was inlaid with jewels and decorated with gold threads. It was a symbol unique to Shurima, which symbolized the sun.

Warriors have only seen merchants selling them in Shurima. They are extremely expensive and are said to be owned by the royal family.

Everyone was attracted by the luxurious hooded robes, but according to the rules, this belonged to the warrior.

The samurai's eyes lit up instantly, he grinned grimly, and grabbed the shoulder of the man in front of him with his big hand.

"If I were you, I wouldn't do this." The mysterious man in the cloak said, his voice was very penetrating and majestic, as if a god had made a will.

The samurai had never seen such an imposing manner. His general had mobilized before the battle, but compared with the man in front of him, he looked like a monkey in clothes jumping up and down and chattering.

But it's useless, the power of words is weak compared with the sword, noble nobleman?

The samurai had already slaughtered countless of them, and it was not that the so-called noble daughters of the royal family had never slept.

The reason why he didn't directly take the ax to kill the pretender in front of him was because he was afraid that the cloak would not be sold at a good price if it was stained with blood.

Click!

There was a blast of thunder, as if the dark clouds were being ignited by electric light, an astonishing brightness erupted instantly, illuminating the figures of the two people.

The samurai's hand was about to touch that person, but at this moment, it was like a sudden gust of wind.

Zoe also felt it, the gust of wind was very warm, even in such a thunderstorm day, it seemed to be baked by the sun, bringing dry warmth and making her feel a little better.

But then, everyone noticed something was wrong.

The samurai was the first to find out—the hands were his own, after all.

It was an indescribable pain that could tear the soul, spreading from the fingertips upwards. From the samurai's perspective, the severe pain began with the fingers turning into gravel, followed by the palms and arms.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" he screamed, his remaining right hand swung the huge ax and looked at the mysterious man.

Then his right hand also began to turn into grains of gravel, until in the end, his whole body turned into grains blown away by the warm wind, leaving only his head to slowly disintegrate.

"The emperor must not be offended." The mysterious man said softly, but in the ears of others, he was no less than Hong Zhong Dalu.

Chapter 10 The Sun and Twilight ([-])

After he finished speaking, the last head of the samurai was accompanied by a scream, and his whole body was turned into gravel, which flowed in the air in a trajectory visible to the naked eye.

The eyes of the other fighters in the room widened in horror.

"A mage." Someone smiled, and they understood, so there was only Yin Ruan left - there is only one mage, and we have so many people.

Heap him to death!

As expected of professional soldiers who have experienced battles, they quickly made the most correct decision.

There was no yelling, no cursing, the joyous laughter of the victors was no longer in the jubilant and frenzied Paradise Lost, only the continuous roar of the rain hitting the muddy pond.

And, calm like an undercurrent.

Boom!

A white line in the sky, like a divine sword that cuts down all the darkness, tore through the chaos shrouded in the sky, bursting out with dazzling flashes, illuminating the tribes soaked in the sea of ​​blood, and swords, lights and swords flickered in the dirty and rotten mud pond.

There are gaps in the mage's spellcasting.Seasoned warriors are well aware of the weaknesses of spellcasters, which is where their courage lies.

The mage can only change the lives of a few of us at most, as for which unlucky one...

Let God decide!

Going to the battlefield is like licking blood with the tip of a knife. As long as it is not a scene of inevitable defeat or death, there is always a brave man.

In the flash of lightning, the soldiers silently slashed at the hooded and robed spellcaster with swords in their hands.

The spellcaster didn't cast a spell, nor did he dodge, and stood there majestically, with Shurima's Sun emblem shining with golden light.

He is the sun.

Zooey stared blankly at this scene, and suddenly remembered that her mother said that the sun in the sky is a god, is he that god?

But...she felt strange, how those faces in front of the sun were still so dark.

How are they not illuminated.She cried, and the warm wind from the sun wrapped around her, still warm.

Where is the legendary giant god?Please, come down with mercy.

Zoe's delicate vocal cords were already overwhelmed, and her cries were drowned out by the rain pouring on the world.

Instead of singing the clear hymn to the sun, she whined hoarsely like a sad crow.

hum!