Chapitre 26: long lives, black hearts
The Iceman monitored the degrees of their negativity, and their deepest fears became apparent to him.
The war-tribes man was so afraid of him now, even the nerves of his huge arms began to tense and tremble, the warlock was feeling very alarmed, he had already extracted a spoonful of silver poplar root to charge the trees magic energy in him, activate the black thorn, the knight was very confused, The Iceman noticing that he draws his confidence mainly from his armored horse, which is trained not to be afraid of beasts, warriors, and even fire, so when the horse was afraid, his knight was afraid and he felt anxious and confused.
"There is a fifth," said the Iceman, looking at the giant statue.
They did not understand for a moment what he meant before the killer appeared from behind the kneeling crab, and stood amid the wreckage of the left hook of the neglected deity, answering the knight's question: "The original Icemen are extinct, and solitary shards of born out of the aboriginals and humans are left. The original snowman does not like to live far from the snow and the harshness of winter, and in his presence, you will feel a blizzard around you, even when the sun is shining."
The Melted-Face assassin was not afraid of him. That's how he clearly felt. He also realized that the killer and the warlock and the warrior were enchanted. The magic of the Seven Trees oozes from them as part of the negative energy, but it is cold energy frightens him. It's time for his dread that no creature can feel. Everyone fears him, and they do not realize he is also scared... scared of witches.
"So you're just leading?" he said to the killer coldly.
Melted-Face assassins never kill collectively, but I am committed to offering the soul of (Aynur) to Delgis and the Black Gods just like you, YOU will be my fingers and my eyes, you will be the four Melted-Face assassins against whom no one can withstand. Even the kings of the Waste World themselves."
The killer was wearing a cloak that sank his melted face into darkness. They didn't know what he looked like or his name, but they trusted Delgis enough to unite.
Hazad climb down from Seolo and whispered to him, as usual, an apology, then said to them: "These lands are full of spies, and the solution is to dissolve more, each of us can be known from a distance, a complete Eliador, a knight on an armoured horse, a tribal-warrior covered in sand and dirt, and a warlock full of loose parts, a non-human monster - no offense mate - and a disfigured killer draped in shadows... We're missing a genie and a roc until the party is over, we're totally exposed, folks."
(Drups) murmured coldly, "No one can detect me."
The killer looked at his amputated arm: "Was it that hard?"
Drups was upset when he felt that everyone's eyes were fixed on the place of his arm, which he had to let go: "she's not just a spoiled noblewoman as I thought, her own commanders have said to me that it was her plan to pretend she was there. I admit I was caught, but this does not mean that it is impregnable, the castle itself is immune to mass invasion, but it has several loopholes, and its armies of dwarves and war tribes can pass through them, the important thing is to make sure that she is in the castle before storming it".
"Did you say war-tribes army?" asked Jova Hackam carefully, his eyes shining brightly.
It seemed that the beginnings of a plan were about to take shape.
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The elderly man said to the sea-jinn man, "The bones this time are very fresh, thanks to the raids of the barbarians. I have sent my men to follow in their footsteps, lest I miss the new corpses, and so we don't have to look for rotting corpses."
The sea-jinn contemplated the pile of human bones that the undertaker had brought him, with his turquoise eyes, clutching that letter he had extracted from the postal bat minutes ago. He was hungry, but what was on his mind was bigger. The undertaker noticed his wanderings and asked him, "The broken wax seal is drawn with a new emblem, but it looks very similar to the emblem of (Kandor). It looks like a long distance."
"Yes, I will need another amount of bones."
"Why do you look angry about the trip?"
"In the past, the Lord (Valmanor the Certain) built a fleet to evict us from the whole of the peninsula of (Cancer) to the Coast of the Wasteland and stationed it in the bay of (Crabs) to protect Witches Castle. The witches who killed us and ended our dominion over Orioum."
The contractor gulped his saliva eager to sell the extra human bones eaten by the jinn as a delicious luxury meal, so he cared to make his travel arrangements: "That date seems so far away to us humans, your long lives make your hearts black ha ha ha ha... Fear nothing People now don't fear you like in the past, and cooperation is greater... Shall I bring the extra heap?"
The sea-jinn had already decided to travel.
This struggle against Delgis would be a pleasure to take part in.
With full force.
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État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
-- Power
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