Tyrant Code

the other end.

On the misty lake, a small boat quietly crossed the encirclement line of the legion, and drifted slowly to the other side of the river.

Gordo wore a dark blue cloak, put an oil lamp on the stern of the boat, and looked at the looming castle in the distance through the mist.

The castle where the Daolun family has lived for generations is also famous among the lords of all parties. It is a magnificent and simple castle based on the abandoned fortress defense building, relying on the management of the Daolun family for hundreds of years. Glow with enduring vitality.

Unfortunately, this family can only stop here.In the final analysis, it was also due to the withered bloodline. There were only two Chelsea brothers left in their generation of family heirs, and there was no possibility of a comeback.

The young man who was also wearing a cloak sitting next to him was Duke Demont.

Cooperating with Dao Lun this time has certain risks in itself. In fact, Goldo did not intend to let the Duke follow him at first, but because the other party insisted, there was a hint of madness in his eyes...Gordo Knowing that he would forcefully follow if he didn't agree, he simply acquiesced.

Recently, Duke De Monte almost forgot to sleep and eat, and followed him every step of the way, for fear that he might be surprised.Gordo didn't know where his inexplicable worry came from, but he could see that the Duke really wanted to protect him, and his emotions were so strong that Gordo couldn't refuse.

Gordon was silent for a while, then turned his head and asked his blond-haired and blue-eyed companion: "It's quite cold on the water, can you still hold it?"

After Demont arrived, he didn't have a good rest at all, and followed him deep into the rebel lair...Gordo was really afraid that something bad would happen to him.

"I'm fine. I'm not as fragile as you think." Duke Demont followed Gordo, and his expression was much more comfortable than when he was in the capital. Although he was still a little tired, he was also happy when he talked and laughed with Gordo "In terms of magic, of course I don't know anything. But in terms of swordsmanship... I am not much inferior to that brother of yours."

Even with Burrien, it is quite powerful, at least surpassing the level of most ordinary knights.

Gordon raised his eyebrows, he had never heard of this.

"Don't worry, I will do my best to assist you." Demont smiled, "No one is more suitable to be your assistant than me."

As far as Duke De Monte could remember, it was the highest compliment he had ever received.

The emperor who only existed in his memory once said: "If governing the country is compared to driving a ship on the sea, I am the captain, and you are my unique first mate."

In terms of cooperating with Goldo's layout, Demont has absolute confidence.Their previous "battle" against the Pope was able to play so smoothly, and it is also closely related to their "everything is just right" with each other.

Goldo: "..."

He looked at Demonte's extremely proud appearance, and thought helplessly: Let's do this for now.

The river was not wide, and they arrived at their destination not long after the sound of the water cleared away.

Tonight is a foggy weather, so Goldo specially chose this time to cross the river, and Earl Doron's men have already raised their torches and stood at the ferry to meet them. There are about three or five people, and the leader is a man wearing silver armor and golden hair. Young man, with sunken eye sockets and unshaven beard, he looks quite tired, his lips are tightly pressed, and his jaw line is very flat.

He didn't seem to be in a good condition, but there was an unusual look in his eyes, like red coals buried deep in the coal dust, which looked lifeless at first glance, but possessed a scalding temperature that could burn at any time.

With just one glance, Goldo understood that this person was not easy to deal with.

"You two are on time." The blond young man said, there was no resentment or joy in his tone, his gaze calmly swept over Goldo and Duke De Monte, as if evaluating them, "It seems that Mo The members of the Lan family are indeed as legendary as they are, with extraordinary courage."

"Thank you for your compliment." Gordon said calmly, "So, you are...?"

"Honore Doran," replied the other party, "the current lord of this land."

Duke Demont nodded in greeting: "Because we are mages that have not been recorded by the Holy See, we will not inform you of our names. Please don't mind."

Gordo and the others used the identity of a magician raised privately by the Moran Legion.This kind of mage who has not registered in the Holy See belongs to the gray status. It can't be said to be a good person, nor can it be said to be a bad person. They will be loyal to a certain family or someone, and the reason is of course for money.

But it's hard to find a mage who can deal with this curse, at least the priests under Earl Doron have no clue about it.Therefore, the vests that Gordon and the others wore were not considered noble figures, but Dao Lun still came to greet them in person.

Honoré Doran glanced at them and felt that Gordo was obviously the one who was in charge between them, so he asked Gordo: "It's okay if you don't want to disclose your real names, but you should provide a code name, otherwise It’s not convenient for us to communicate.”

Demento gave himself the code name "Charlie", and Goldo twitched his lips. Although this name is also used by commoners, it is also one of the names commonly used by male royal family members.

Goldo: "...Just call me Merlin."

A melee mage with superb magical powers and proficient in swordsmanship.

Although it is impossible for people in this world to understand this stalk, Gordo still played a little naughty.

"Okay, Mr. Charlie, Mr. Merlin." Honore said with a normal expression, "I have already explained the situation of the territory in the letter. The current situation is so bad that it cannot be worse... If the two of you can really Stop this nightmare, then I will give more rewards to the two in my personal capacity. Please don't worry about this."

Hearing that there was money to be taken, Goldo and Demont both showed just the right amount of happiness.

Goldo was surprised to find that Demont was acting vividly, as if he often did this kind of work.

Earl Doron led them across several fences and some fortifications, to the hinterland of the castle, and saw more people at the same time.

Most of them were the same as Earl Doron, their faces were not so good-looking, and the surroundings were monopolized in a desperate silence, but no one cried or cried out in a broken voice.

"In the past few days, everyone has gotten used to it. After all, only one person dies every day, and no one knows whether it will be their turn tomorrow." Honoré Doran said, "As you two have seen, we still have to die. To be alive, but only to be alive. If this disaster cannot be stopped, sooner or later we will fall into a worse situation..."

"Please take us to see the victim first." Goldo interrupted him and said, "There will be new movements on the other side of the river at any time, and we don't have much time."

When Earl Doran heard the word "victim", his eyes moved slightly, then he nodded and turned around to let them lead them in another direction - into the basement of the castle.

"Because there are always people who go crazy every day and can't listen to what anyone has to say, so we can only lock the crazy people here." Earl Doran pointed to a middle-aged man who was constantly struggling and was locked by black chains. , "The person who is already unconscious is in another room. Because the person who is unconscious now is the next person to go mad. This is the law of this curse, and it has not changed until now..."

"I really want to know how this curse spread, I can't figure it out no matter what." Earl Doran said in a sad tone, as if he was recalling something, his fingertips trembled slightly.

Goldo took two steps forward and carefully looked at the "patient" in front of him.

In his eyes, the dim colors around him gradually faded away, and some phosphorescence lingered on the constantly struggling flesh and body.Those tiny rays of light gradually merged together, finally forming a clear line, like a net that tightly wrapped the maddened person.The glowing lines like spider silk are still constantly weaving and extending outwards, and it seems that they are going to spread to the next room—the room where the unconscious person is.

Gordon opened his eyes.

"The scope of this curse is very large," he said. "Everyone in this territory may be harmed."

"So..." Earl Doran asked through gritted teeth.

"Range-type curse. As long as someone moves, it can continue to spread. Otherwise, there is a possibility of ending." Goldo explained, "'Curse source' usually concentrates on draining the life of a boarder, waiting for the in front of the eyes." After this death, it will be transferred - the so-called 'curse source' is the realization of the curse. Without external interference, it only takes one day to swallow up a person's vitality."

"The specification of this curse is too high, but the caster's ability is not enough to cast such a curse, so someone with more powerful magic power should have created the 'curse source', and then another person spread it here ’ said Goldo.

"...Aldrich Finn." Earl Doran said, "He is undoubtedly the one who caused the trouble." As he spoke, he asked eagerly, "Is it possible that as long as the 'curse source' is extinguished, then this curse will be destroyed?" Can it end?"

"In theory." Goldo nodded his chin, "but our plan is to lure Aldridge here, so we can't startle the enemy. Besides, as long as Aldrich is killed, there will be no object to transfer vitality to. , the source of the curse will naturally stop.”

This is the real deal between the Moran family and Earl Doran.

"...In other words, at this moment, you have the ability to stop the curse, right?" Earl Doron asked softly with half of his face immersed in the shadows.

De Monte frowned: "What do you mean? We also just arrived in the border territory today."

Earl Doron covered his face with one hand: "No, I'm not blaming you, I just..."

It turns out that my Adaoli really has a chance to survive.If I had surrendered sooner, or hadn't--

Lord Doran closed his eyes wearily.