Chapter 195
"You..." After a while, the young Firemage, who used all his strength to light a small flame in Tyrion's beard, recognized Dany, coldly said: "This is not a place for mortals to come. "
"I know, mysterious person's party." Dany smiled nodded.
Without waiting for Firemage to answer, she smiled and said solemnly: "Actually, I am a priestess."
"Priest?" Moonsinger from Plains of the Jogos Nhai, head With a big pointed face, sallow skin, long black hair, and a skirt with colorful patterns on a yellow background.
A pair of women's clothes could not be more obvious, but what came out of his mouth was a rough male voice.
Dany was shocked, women's clothing boss?
"Yes, I am a priest!" she emphasized again.
"You believe in that god, why didn't I see his symbol on your clothes?" asked the big horse men.
"I serve The Seven."
Big guy...
Shadowbinder...
Firemage...
Warlock...
"A little self-conscious, let's go!" The young Firemage waved her away impatiently.
"I'm really the priest of The Seven, serving—"
Shadowbinder interrupted her coldly, "We all know what virtue The Seven is, the seven wooden stakes, the Church of The Most Devout of The Seven can't light a glass candle either."
"It is better to believe in any Dark Demon God than The Seven. The Seven's priests and Septon are all pseudo-mysterious persons. You are not welcome in our party. Such a person."
Dany is indeed a priest of The Seven, self-proclaimed Slaver's Bay Church of The Seven Most Devout, isn't he a priestess?
But she never imagined that the priest of The Seven had such a bad reputation in the "industry".
People were unwilling to take her to play, so they were forcibly withdrawn from the group.
"This is prejudice!" Dany angrily said, "Bring a glass candle over here and see if this priest can light it."
"hmph, where are we now? Looking for a glass candle?"
The young man thought she was arguing and looked very angry.
Another old black Firemage glanced grimly at Dany and said, "Forget it, she alone courting death, let her in."
What the hell With a little conscience, he frowned and persuaded: "You may not believe it, but mysterious persons are not so easy to approach. You have neither innate talent nor the blessing of Spiritual God, so you may be entangled with curses."
"Curse? Do you want to curse me?"
"That won't happen, but..." The big guy's stern face, which was so ugly that it was difficult to distinguish male and female, showed hesitation, "ordinary person The physiological structure will be affected by the high-level magic power... You don't understand?"
Now Dany has met all six mystic, and she is horrified to find that oneself can be like Just like seeing through the young Firemage, he clearly understood the depth of their magic power and the foundation of the meditation technique without the other party noticing.
Firemage's eyes are full of flames. The fundamental meditation is different, and the color of the flame is different. The flame of the old black man is purple, but the height of the flame is not half that of the youth.
It seems that age does not determine the level of skill.
That's right, her dragon was just born less than two years ago, magic power has just recovered, and everyone is on the same starting line.
The blue-lipped Warlock is also a two-knife, and the blue fog in the Consciousness Sea is so thin that it looks like a just entered novice.
There is a crescent moon in Moonsinger black eyes, the crescent moon is like a sickle, and the jade color is hazy. Dany feels that his skill is similar to that of the young Firemage.
The strongest player is, unsurprisingly, Shadowbinder from Asshai.
In the azure eyes behind the wooden shell mask, there are twisted black shadows, like a swaying fire.
If she hadn't noticed the twisted face of the shadow at a certain moment, she would have thought it was a black flame!
Compared to Dany's gigantic, ocean-like nine-color vortex, Shadowbinder is also a trash!
She was relieved, and despite the big boss Moonsinger's dissuasion, she followed into the stone path.
After walking around for about half a mile in the narrow crack, a group of seven people came to a cold basement with a width of 200 square meters.
The old slave with thin blue hair and pale skin was waiting at the door with an oil lamp. When he saw the old Firemage at the front, he took a step back, respectfully gave a salute, and hung the oil lamp on the stone wall , exited through another small wooden door.
Under the oil lamp, the old slave's appearance was startled, and Dany couldn't help but look surprised.
His face is like a portrait painted in water soaked ink, the nose is on the forehead, the mouth is next to the left ear, the two eyes are one between the eyebrows and the other is on the chin.
A freak monster!
Everyone else seemed to be indifferent, and Dany couldn't ask aloud.
The basement has four gray slate walls and gray floors.
Entering the basement, the other six stood against the wall next to the oil lamp. Dany was astonished and stood beside Moonsinger.
"Pa pa pa!" Old Firemage clapped his hands and said in accented Valyria: "Let's gossip, show your skills first, then trade deals."
His skillful and relaxed demeanor and movements all indicate one thing: this is an old driver!
"I'll come first." The young Firemage walked up to the center of the hall, facing the crowd, and generously took out two fist-sized glass bottles from the cloth bag at his waist.
He also held up the bottle so that Dany and the others could see clearly.
A fiery red powder, like chili noodles; a greenish brown, like pepper powder.
Does it make barbecue?
I saw him crouch down, unscrew the glass bottle with slow movements, hold the mouth of the bottle with both hands, turn the bottle over, grab two powders, and put the bottle on the ground in front of him.
"Okay." To remind everyone, the yellow flames in the young Firemage Consciousness Sea jumped up three feet, each holding a powder and slammed together, shouted: "Dance of the Dragons!"
"bang!" With a handful of hands, one red and one blue, two big sparks from the rice cooker appeared in front of the young man.
The burning smell of sulfur and saltpeter permeates the stone chamber, which is a bit choking.
Then, the young sheep danced like crazy, and the two sparks gradually stretched and deformed, turning into two dragons.
Well, two lumps.
Not only are there no details such as eyes, nose, mouth, scales, etc., but also two huge hind legs, just like a naughty five-year-old child kneaded with mother's dough for making dumplings .
The young man's face turned red, the blue veins on his neck and forehead were exposed, and two streams of sweat flowed out between the nose wings. Finally, the Red Dragon and the Blue Dragon slowly approached and became entangled——
pu chi, extinguished.
"Okay, okay, okay!" The other two Firemage clapped excitedly and yelled three times as Dany was about to boo "Cut".
That look of uncontrollable excitement doesn't look like a pretense at all.
Is it really good?
Dany's face was sullen, and he was about to ask "where is the good", Qarth Warlock stepped forward and said with emotion: "Lysbin, you are indeed the best Mage of our generation, I might as well Also."
The young Firemage nodded proudly, "If Warlock Phong goes back to Qarth to study for two years, he will have a chance to reach my current realm."
Dany's stern face almost cracked.
Wait for Lysbin to bend over to clean up the glass bottle and go back to the stone wall. The old black man looked around and asked, "Who's second?"
"Me." Shadowbinder With a hoarse voice, he stepped out.
Standing in the center of the stone chamber, Shadowbinder took off the backpack behind him, took out a vegetable bowl (?), a bag of charcoal, and a thumb-sized glass bottle containing half a tube of dark red liquid.
Shadowbinder put the charcoal in the iron pot and lit it. The charcoal quickly burned, and the pale-red flames rose two feet high, and the cold basement scattered waves of heat.
Shadowbinder bakes with her hands chest high above the brazier, muttering incantation that Dany doesn't understand.
The stone chamber seems to open the cooling valve. Gradually, the hot air flows away, and there is a chill in the air, the kind of dreary and cold aura in the cold tomb.
Dany was amazed to see the shadow behind Shadowbinder twisting. At first, it was as soothing as a branch sprout. The faster the incantation rhythm in Shadowbinder's mouth, the more intense the shadow danced.
Eventually, a forest-like sea of shadows appeared on the wall behind Shadowbinder.
"This bottle of blood is from a noble man," Shadowbinder said, holding up the small glass bottle.
Then she opened the bottle cap and poured blood into the brazier.
"Chi Chi..." The scorched stench filled with the white smoke, making one want to vomit.
Dany's horrified scene appeared, the shadow behind Shadowbinder slowly moved closer to the middle, and the black became thicker and thicker.
She had never imagined that a shadow could be so dark and dull, and she felt chills all over her body just by looking at it, freezing her Soul.
Like a two-dimensional paper figure stuck on the wall, struggling to enter the three-dimensional world, a fuzzy humanoid shadow appeared on the wall!
It is like a sleepwalking patient, wandering aimlessly in the room, silently, close to the oil lamp, the shadow changes from light black to thick black, retreats into the shadow, and the chromaticity decreases.
It's weird, the brighter the fire, the brighter the shadow.
"Gudong!" Dany swallowed, turned his head and saw that others were worse than her, his face was horrified and stunned.
In an instant, she looked better, and seemed to have drawn courage from the cowardice of others.
"It's amazing, Your Excellency might drive it to kill?" she asked.
Shadowbinder gave her a surprised look and wondered that she was not affected by oneself's Blood Magic.
Other people are terrified, more because they are suppressed from the Soul level when facing higher-level witchcraft.
This The Seven priestess is not simple!
"I can't control him," Shadowbinder said.
"He?"
The Asshai woman explained seriously: "I use the nobleman's blood to summon out the nobleman's shadow, and the nobleman's Soul projection is on the shadow of oneself, but he has the shadow of oneself. Will - even a chaotic and ignorant will."
"Is it because you're not strong enough, or something else? I've heard that someone can drive shadows to kill from a distance like a servant."
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Shadowbinder looked at her strangely for a while, never thought that this powerless fake mysterious person would dare to say such a thing to oneself.
I'm the most notorious Shadowbinder, and I'm still playing with a nobleman's Soul!
Is it a bliss?
"Impossible," the wooden-husk masked woman shook her head and affirmed, "I said before, the shadow is attached to the noble's Soul, and Soul is a combination of will and spirit, I can only guide, but I can't. ......
It's not that I can't let him kill.
I'm not strong enough, but even if one day I'm realm enough to drive him to kill, I have to satisfy a Precondition - he himself wants the victim to die.
Do you understand?
Shadowbinder can only guide and tempt the shadow to act, but cannot distort its will. Like who Nor can a normal person on the street commit suicide with just one word."