Lord Hunter needs a commission

The number of legendary spellcasters in the entire Federation completely exceeds the number of great arcanists in the heyday of Netheril civilization, and they all grew up after the death of the goddess of magic [Blue Stripe Mage].

Fatty Austria, who is equivalent to being ganged up by a foot man and has a lot of good things on his body, lost more than twenty phylacteries and resurrected twenty times, finally came to his senses.

He, one of the elders of Netheril, Owo the Undead, is just a salted fish who has lost his dream in this new era.

Then, this time, two old salted fish met.

Fatty O said flatly, "You're here."

A certain city lord replied indifferently: "I'm here."

Fatty Ao said seriously, "You shouldn't have come."

A certain city lord replied solemnly: "But I'm already here."

"... Well, I have to admit that the Netheril civilization with the floating city is the Netheril civilization." Fatty O said with a sigh. "If you come here, you will know that there are only two roads in front of us two old antiques who have been eliminated by the times."

"Yes, what a cruel fate!" A certain city lord also sighed. "Either use the Eye of Magnus as the core of Mythra, or use the Eye of Magnus to call back Mythra to rebuild the magic net."

"Which way will you choose? Xia Duo." Fatty Ao asked.

"What about you? Aowo." A city lord asked back.

"You know." Fatty Ao replied quietly.

"Yes, I know." A certain city lord lamented. "So, I've made a decision, what about you? Ovo."

"I have also made a decision, Xia Duo."

"Then it looks like we may have made the same decision, Owo."

"I think so, our choices should be the same, Xia Duo."

"..."

The two fell silent, you look at me, I look at you, and finally said in unison. "Let Mysera's framed paper die."

"Boy Xia Duo."

"Master Owo."

A fat salted fish and a skinny salted fish stretched out their hands to hold each other. In the firm gazes of these two elders, there was a deep hatred for a certain goddess.

If it wasn't for you, Mythra, how could the civilization of Netheril be destroyed? If you were willing to contribute when the Felim Sorrel was raging, how could the later Karthus kill you.

We despise other gods, but we have always respected you, even using your name as the core of Netheril's civilization, how do you repay us?

"Team battles can be lost, but Kelben-Black Rod and Secret Frame must die." X2

...ready to be sold split line...

"Oh, my lord."

I don't know how many times it was, Kelben Heizhang was sitting alone on the edge of a lake, looking at the lake faintly, in a trance, it seemed that he had traveled through time and returned to the city of Deep Water in the past.

In that era, he had a beautiful wife, an equally beautiful mother-in-law, an equally beautiful sister-in-law, and a group of friends, who were either angry at Torre and Zhentarim all day long, or spent the time before and after the moon.

Come to think of it, it was a really good time.

But all this has become a thing of the past.

He is now just a loner, his wife died, his sister-in-law died, his friends died, and his mother-in-law who was a believer also died.In this era, he lived extremely tired and couldn't think about it for a while, but the fire of Mysera on his body gave him a life that would never age.

Also let him remember his last mission.

"My lord, Goddess of Magic, may you bless me and call you back from the star realm. May you re-compile the magic net and raise your throne high again, so that I can reunite with my wife and friends in your country .”

Amid the mournful prayers, there was only one weary soul.

Chapter 282

Night falls.

St. Freya College, like every residential college, fell into darkness after the moon climbed to its highest point.The lights were turned off one after another, and the rooms were plunged into darkness one by one. Only the street lights in the college were still dimly lit.

However, unexpectedly, at the top of the office building, the window belonging to the dean's office was still lit.

At this time, it was past midnight, and in most places, it was already dark, and Karen was still in the office, sitting quietly on the swivel chair.

Of course, it is far from quiet.

Because at this time when no one would come over, while drinking coffee, she continued to hold the scarecrow doll spelled by Lungomigniad in her hand, and then grabbed a black awl from time to time and stabbed it fiercely, so as to Alleviate the unhappiness in the heart.

She has reason to be upset.

After all, in the past two months, according to Karen's idea, Charlotte was tied to her side, and there were plenty of opportunities to attack at night.

This is her territory, like on an airship, the method of freezing the keyhole is not feasible here, even if Charlotte freezes the door of the room again, so what, she can still open the window!

It's a pity that the idea is good, but the reality is cruel.

When Charlotte sleeps, there is someone who can not sleep, and that person is Rungomigniad.

After all, in the spirit body state, she does not need to rest at all.

So, in the past two months, Karen tried back and forth more than 20 times, but every time, she couldn't even enter the house, and she was always thrown away by the materialized Rungomigniad just before she was about to successfully infiltrate. go out.

And in order not to wake up Charlotte, she couldn't make too much noise, she had to hold her breath, gnashed her teeth like a defeated dog, and stared at Lun who was standing proudly behind the room window in the cold night wind. Gominiad.

Every time she saw the upward arc of Lungomigniad's mouth, she always wanted to rush up and tear that bitch with all her might.

But this is not possible.

Because if you really do that, you may not know who Charlotte will help.

By the way, half an hour ago, she changed her method and tried to use the shadow teleportation method to teleport in.

It's a pity that it is completely useless in the face of a bug like Clairvoyance EX.

Before Karen jumped out of the shadows, Rungomigniad's Holy Spear blocked the exit and blasted her back.

So now, alone in the office, Karen had no choice but to vent her anger with the scarecrow in her hand.

Poor Scarecrow, after two months of being stabbed with an awl that is definitely not a fun thing, is already riddled with holes.And this dead thing, after accumulating negative energy for two months, unexpectedly turned it into an undead.

Probably similar to haunted dolls.

Originally, this kind of thing is very likely to cause a disaster as soon as it is born.

But in the hands of Kallen, the scarecrow who has already given birth to consciousness, dare not even move, for fear of moving by herself, this crazy woman who pinches it and keeps stabbing it with an awl, is in a bad mood and purifies it .

It's not easy to be a ghost these days!

"Ok?"

Kallen, who had been tying the scarecrow, suddenly paused, then raised her head, and looked suspiciously at the night outside the window.

Immediately afterwards, she reopened the drawer of the desk and stuffed the scarecrow and awl in at will, ending the miserable time of the scarecrow doll.

Then, she stood up, walked to the bookcase in the corner of the office, stretched her hand to the back of the bookcase, and pulled a stick out from inside.

This is a gray smoky evening wood, about 1.3 meters in length, with nine star sapphires inlaid on the body of the stick, one of which is about 2.6 centimeters in diameter at the bottom of the stick, and another one with a diameter of A 7.6cm gem is set at the tip of the stick.

Yes, that's right.

This is no ordinary stick.

Long ago, this stick had another name, the Scepter of Savras.

But it's a pity that the owner of this scepter was unlucky, and he was so lucky that he couldn't suppress his own luck, so he threw himself into the street.

I don't know how this scepter came into Kallen's hands, but for her, this scepter is actually of little use.From the fact that she left the scepter behind the bookcase, and it was covered with dust, it can be seen that Kallen doesn't pay much attention to this thing at all.

But tonight she found it anyway.

thump.

Not caring about the dust on the scepter, Karen took the scepter, walked to the center of the office, and gently chopped the floor with it.

The crisp sound echoed in the office, and soon, a grotesque silver mist appeared in front of Kallen's eyes.

And at this time, one of her pupils transformed into a noble golden color.

Karen stared at the silver mist in front of her eyes for nearly a minute before chopping the scepter again to dispel all the mist.

Then, like throwing trash, he threw the scepter aside, and sat back on the chair leisurely, crossing his arms, and staring at the scenery in front of him coldly.

Afterwards, time gradually passed, and after about half an hour, when Kallen showed an impatient look on her face, a silver-gray light lit up in midair at the position where she chopped the floor with the scepter just now.

Soon, this silver-gray light gradually spread, and finally formed a vortex-shaped door.

A figure in a red robe stepped out from the door.

Under the hood of the robe, a golden soul fire was lit in the eye sockets of a pale skull.

A demilich.

Snapped.

Seeing the Lich stepping out of the portal, Kallen didn't move, but raised her hand and snapped her fingers. Numerous golden chains protruded from the ripples in every corner of the room, completely surrounding the Lich.

Surrounded by the network woven by the chains, the lich was calm and did not show any hostility. Instead, he tidied up his clothes, then bowed to Kallen, and said in a flat tone.

"Good evening, I should call you Your Highness Kallen."

"Hmph, a wanted criminal who came to a school late at night, is he trying to make a terrorist attack?" Karen looked at the demilich who was saluting to her, without any expression on her face, but raised her hand With one finger, one chain after another wound around the lich, binding the lich to live.

The strange thing is, even though the chains with positive energy were wrapped around his body and collided fiercely with his negative energy aura, the lich didn't fight back, and just said without moving.

"It's useless to me, Your Highness Kallen."

"I know." Caroline replied. "But I just don't like you wasting my time - Sazastan."

As the head of the red robe, the legendary spellcaster who was already well-known before the establishment of the Federation, and now Szastan, who has become a demigod lich, just so clearly appeared here.

Although there was no expression on the skull's face, one could feel that the red-robed chief seemed to be coming with good intentions.

It's a big joke for a terrorist to meet government officials with good intentions.

But this is not a joke but reality.

"Look, although I don't mind your hostility towards me, before I get to the point, can I ask you to answer one of my questions."

"Tell me." Karen raised her chin and said.

"How did you know...Oh, sorry, because there are a lot of people around, so before opening the portal, a few of my colleagues and I used the prophecy spell to cover it up. It stands to reason..."

"Look at your right foot." Kallen pointed to Sazastan's feet.

"Hmm." The demilich turned his head, and saw the scepter thrown on the ground not far from his right foot like trash. "So that's it. It's the Scepter of Savras. No wonder the prophecy spell failed to cover you."

After glancing at the pitiful artifact on the ground, Sazastan didn't pay much attention to this artifact that was enough to cause countless legendary mages to fight and break their heads to grab it hundreds of years ago.

The times have changed.

The all-seeing person represented by the Savras scepter was inevitably played to death by fate, so this scepter is actually a waste.

Kallen can throw it on the ground like trash, so the demilich can do the same.

Besides, Sazastan really didn't care about this tattered scepter.

But since the Scepter of Savras appeared here, Sazastan also clearly realized that the existence of the woman sitting on the chair opposite must have known everything she should know.

"It seems that I don't need to waste my words." The demigod lich said indifferently.

"That's right." Caroline nodded. "I don't care about your tacit understanding and transactions with some people in the upper echelon of the Federation, but...what are you going to use to convince me to agree to you making trouble in my territory?"

"A 'gift' you can't refuse."

"Oh, bribe me?" Kallen raised the corner of her mouth, a flash of disdain flashed in the golden pupil of her right eye, and she didn't hide her mockery on her face. "What can you bribe me with?"

That way, it was like a billionaire watching a millionaire nouveau riche showing off his wealth in front of his eyes.

The demilich ignored the taunt.

In fact, one of the sequelae of becoming a lich is that emotions will weaken over time, especially for a legendary spellcaster like him, while his emotions become more and more indifferent, his rationality will gradually improve.

So he didn't show the slightest anger, but bowed slightly and said. "It's said...you seem to have a little problem with your relationship...isn't it?"

bump.

As soon as the words fell, the atmosphere in the office suddenly tensed up. Kallen stood up with a cold face, her eyes turned completely golden, and she stared at the demigod lich in front of her with murderous intent.

"Do you want to die?"

"No, no, no, you made a mistake. I don't have any intention of threatening." Sazastan said slowly, facing the oppression in the air, neither humble nor overbearing. "The 'gift' I mentioned can just solve your problem." After finishing speaking, the demilich took out a wooden box from his robe and held it in his hand.