Twenty Sided Dice

Dorn smiled at Siegel, the snake's smile, the fox's. He spread his hands, closed his eyes, and kept muttering in a low voice, "Darkness is my ally, and darkness is my ally."

Darkness is never anyone's ally, fear is, but I have no fear in the face of the enemy. Siegel made his way to Dorne, faster and faster. The soldiers in full armor were motionless and had no intention of coming to rescue. Where are the assassins? Siegel was very clear-headed, and he had always reserved eight points of strength to deal with the assassins of the murderous god.

Dorn opened his eyes sharply, but the surroundings were suddenly plunged into absolute darkness. The brazier and the inextinguishable flame can't be extinguished so quickly, only magic can achieve such an effect. Siegel felt a wave of magic on his side, and a small hole was torn open in the space, which must be the enemy's shadow jump.

He suddenly accelerated and rushed forward, out of contact distance, the enemy could not touch him even with a long whip, not to mention that he only had a flying knife in his hand. Shadow Assassin thinks darkness is his ally, but with the help of True Vision spells, where is the darkness? Where did you hide from? Unless these people have more magic than Siegel, there's no point in relying on potions and magic items for stealth.

The two flying knives shot side by side towards Siegel, and there was no sound of cutting through the air at all. It was obvious that the man's ability to throw flying knives had been practiced hard. Siegel took a little elf step and rolled down on the ground, without slowing down his progress at all, and avoiding the attack of the flying knife.

"He can see!" the attacker reminded.

The spatial fluctuations of shadow jumping in the darkness continued to generate, and assassins in black blocked in front of Siegel. They all carry crossbows or short bows, but short swords and daggers dangling from their waists are also menacing. Siegel doesn't worry about the arrows shot, these ordinary arrows without magical aura are no threat under his magical protection, but his primary purpose is not to kill all the people in this temple, but to find the whereabouts of Janet .

Siegel stopped and raised his empty right hand, the rune on his glove glowing. The fire element obeyed his call and quickly formed a fiery circle of fire, surrounding him in the middle. Bright light dispels the darkness. It also illuminated the narrow eyes of those assassins. Their pupils are shrinking rapidly to accommodate the transition from dark to bright. If an attack is launched at this time, it is difficult for these assassins to see Siegel's tactics, and 80% of them will be killed.

The mage did not attack. Instead, take advantage of this time to observe the assassins on the opposite side. In addition to the people who used the flying knife just now, there are five men and two women. There was no pity, no hesitation, but no anger or honor in their eyes. Blocking an enemy or killing an enemy doesn't make a difference to them, it's just a mission difference.

Only Janet could recognize herself in this situation, Siegel thought. He moved his fingers lightly, and murmured a music-like singing in his mouth. The ring of fire that revolved around him suddenly split apart. It turned into nine long tentacles, swung outwards a few times as if to demonstrate, and then slammed into the middle, squeezing into a small fireball.

The fireball gradually deepened from red to dark flames. The flame grew wings and a tail, and a small pointed mouth on the small head. Siegel used the flames to vividly display the image of the magic pet Balon, and let it rest on his shoulders affectionately.

Hope this kind of reminder is enough, Siegel holds a long sword in his left hand, and the palm of his right hand is burning with flames - there is a similar painting in his study in Castle Myr. It's a pity that the assassins on the opposite side didn't respond, they still looked at him with plain and calm expressions.

"These are those excellent assassins." Donne held the holy emblem on his chest in both hands and said to Siegel in a proud tone: "Do you still have the confidence to fight them now?"

"Only seven? That's five thousand six hundred gold coins, which is barely a good income." Siegel laughed, but his heart was extremely painful. "Send more people, don't worry about me. I'm just afraid that some of these people are fake. What if the treacherous elves don't want to pay me, it's safer to go back with more heads."

Donne snorted coldly and shook his head: "Liar to you? You think too highly of yourself, mercenary. Your ability is very good, but the only outcome is to become a template for the clay soldiers. If I let all the clay soldiers go to the You attack. You were besieged to death long ago. But a promise is a promise, like an oath. I'll still give you the chance to fight the assassins."

"You think I don't have the common sense and don't know that assassins will suffer when confronted head-on?" Donne continued: "It's just because the great gods directed me to do this. Let me show you the power of my lord and let you regain it. The heart of awe, so as to serve him better."

Siegel didn't answer, just looked at the seven people in front of him silently. Is Janet gone? Reincarnation failure or identity exposure? What should I do now, arrest these people one by one, and then use Knox's spell to control them. Unearth the truth? He was suddenly a little disheartened, and only the magic power in the depths of his soul was just around the corner. He wanted to summon endless flames to completely burn this place to charcoal.

Although he was motionless, powerful magical waves still emanated from him. Clay soldiers don't have sharp senses, but the Assassins clearly feel threatened. This is like facing a sleeping giant. Although it does not release its dragon power, just making eye contact can arouse the deepest fear in the heart. They clenched their crossbow and took half a step back to aim, but they didn't show much confidence in the weapons in their hands.

Siegel made a last attempt. He smiled at Donne and said, "I'll have to dig some more gold from you for my kitten, in order to free her from the devil's temptation."

"What?" Donne frowned, not understanding at all.

None of his assassins could understand.

"Hahaha..." Siegel laughed wildly, his eyes became red, like the lava flames when a volcano erupted: "You all die!"

The firebird composed of black flames uttered a cry, slammed its wings into the air, and then exploded with a bang. The red rain of fire fell from the sky, like a rain of arrows shot by the army, densely packed and uncountable. Each drop of fire rain is not very powerful, even lower than an arrow, but there are too many of them, and the arrangement is too dense to be avoided.

The assassins pulled the trigger, and the bolts and arrows flew towards Siegel. He didn't bother to dodge at all, just pushed his right hand forward, and the gust of wind raised by the air element was like a wall of barriers, smashing the arrows from the air. Extremely compressed air rubs against each other, creating the power of lightning. Like a wild snake dancing, the electric light reflects people's eyes, and the boundary between light and shadow becomes blurred.

The assassins glanced at each other and ducked to both sides. Only Dorne didn't react like that, and stayed where he was. However, he had the protection of the God of Murder, and the light emitted from the holy emblem formed a protective shield that helped him resist the impact of the electro-optical net.

The rain of fire fell at this time, hitting the soldiers in full body armor continuously. If they were wearing real armor, they would only be smashed into pain and would not suffer substantial damage. It is a pity that the funds of the Solidarity Association are insufficient, the thin iron sheet can only pray for the deterrent effect, and the armorer is also a clever woman. A lot of armor was shattered, and flames pierced into the gelatinous body. The tin soldiers fell in large numbers, and Dorne's eyes were split as he watched.

"This is a full-scale declaration of war, come on, subdue him!" Dorn waved his fists, and his anger finally surged up.

Siegel didn't talk nonsense with him at all, and concentrated on dealing with the rushing assassins. He knew he couldn't get into hand-to-hand combat with seven assassins at the same time, and Evan might be able to, but he had neither the skill nor the patience. He cast a fire shield on himself, then pulled out a spell wand.

Casting a fireball on yourself seems like a silly move, but the protection provided by the fire shield is enough to offset the damage, and the assassins are not so convenient. A flash of fire flashed, and even the most agile assassin could not avoid being injured. The flames crawled up their clothes, burning their flesh.

It was these people who attacked the Elf Forest, causing problems with Janet's reincarnation ritual, and everything that followed. Siegel looked at the embarrassed posture of them rolling and dodging in the flames, the anger in his heart was ignited by hatred, and it was burning.

An assassin jumped from the shadows to Siegel and stabbed him with a dagger smeared with poison. No matter where it hits, as long as it encounters blood, the poison will take care of the rest of the fight. Siegel didn't give him this chance at all, he swung the long sword and deflected the short sword's attack. Then he smashed the assassin's teeth with the fireball spell stick, and then shoved it into his mouth, igniting the fireball.

The blasted head was flying with flesh and blood, but Siegel remained silent, as if he had just done a trivial thing. His ruthlessness is no weaker than that of the assassin of the God of Murder, but his strength and means are far above it. For a few seconds, he stunned the others, and no one dared to rush forward.

Shame spread among the assassins, until Dorne shouted: "For the glory of my lord!" The light from the holy symbol rekindled the fighting spirit of the assassins, and the battle resumed. But the barrier formed by the fireball made it impossible to approach ~www.readwn.com~ After a burst of fire and rain, the cave was lit everywhere, and it was too late to put out the fire, and the number of people who could participate in the siege was not enough to offset the power of the fireball.

Dorne was devastated, and commanding battle was not his domain. He could only devoutly pray to the **** of murder, asking the gods to help. Just then, the Holy Murderer in black appeared before him, looking at Dorne with stern eyes. The priest hurriedly knelt down and begged forgiveness for his mistake.

"The template you found is very strong, and you can't deal with him." The saint stretched out his hand and spread it in front of Dorne: "Give me that dagger."

Dorn hurriedly took out the obsidian dagger and placed it respectfully in the palm of the saint. "Isn't this a weapon used against the elf saint? Could it be that Jie is the elf saint?"

"Of course not. Your wisdom has declined recently, and you need to reflect on it." The black-clothed saint said: "Prepare the magic formation of the glue soldiers, new materials are coming."

After speaking, he clenched the dagger, turned into a puff of blue smoke, and disappeared out of thin air. (To be continued.)

PS: Four hundred chapters, much better. Are you all impressed? I was so moved, ummm.