"Damn it! How dare you attack the Shadow Group in the capital? You should think about the consequences. The revenge of the Shadow Group is not something that everyone can bear!" Makola knew as soon as they fought that the other party was a high-level warrior who was no less than him. In addition, there was more than one magician hiding in the dark. He had no chance of defeating these people here. "
But Roger on the opposite side did not answer, but just raised his sword and slashed at him.
Makola was hit by a slowing spell. Although his original strength was slightly stronger than Roger's, he was now being beaten by Roger. He looked out of the corner of his eye. Two more masked men with swords rushed up and killed his two subordinates with one sword each.
"Listen to me! We can talk!" Markola's swordsmanship became more and more chaotic. "Who are you? We can discuss everything. There's no need to kill us all!"
"Listen, a high-level warrior like you must be a person of status in the royal capital. Can't you speak clearly? Oh, damn it!" Markola was accidentally cut on the arm by Roger.
Xiao Chen had been observing Markola's condition. Seeing that he was beginning to panic, he spread out his five fingers and five mental whips rushed towards him. Markola was hit by the whips and screamed in pain when he was caught off guard.
Roger took advantage of his weakness and knocked the dagger out of his hand. He kicked him in the shin. Makola's legs went limp and he fell to the ground. Roger took the opportunity to twist his right arm, and Jacob rushed over and grabbed his left arm. Catalina grabbed his dagger.
"Let's go!" Ganuo opened the door of the room next door, and Roger and the others carried Makola in. Xiao Chen and the others filed in and closed the door.
"If you guys just want to torture me for information, I won't tell you. I'll die if I tell you anyway." Makola's hands were tied behind his back and his head was pressed to the ground. He gasped and said, "Unless you want to have a good talk, you have to let me go first."
No one spoke at the scene, only Xiao Chen walked over and put his hand on the back of his head.
A white light emanated from Xiao Chen's hand, covering Makola's head.
When Makola woke up groggily, he found himself standing in a dark hall. He had never seen this hall before. All the surrounding bricks and pillars were dark black, with intricate patterns carved on the bricks. On the pillars were long snakes with horns on their heads and claws on their bodies. There were also several square pots in the hall. I don't know what was in them, but there was a faint green smoke coming out. There were windows on the walls of the hall, but the windows were divided into grids by wooden strips. Outside the window, there were roiling flames and billowing smoke everywhere, as if he had arrived at the plane of fire element.
There were many silent soldiers standing in the hall, holding all kinds of strange weapons and looking at him coldly.
Sitting on the high platform in front of the hall was a man wearing a loose black robe with gold trim and a tall crown on his head. He was half in the shadow and his face could not be seen clearly, but Makola felt great pressure.
He tried to stand up, but found that his whole body was sore and he had no strength at all. He tried to use his fighting spirit, but he could not feel any energy in his qi sea, it was empty.
"Welcome to the underworld." The man above spoke. His voice was ethereal and strange, making Makola very uncomfortable. "I hope you like it here. After all, all of this is prepared for you."
"You! You must be a magician. You cast an illusion on me. Everything around me is fake. You must have come up with this method to deceive me. It's useless!" Markola closed his eyes tightly and then opened them suddenly, but the illusion in front of him did not change at all.
He lay on the ground, carefully examining the ground in the light of the fire, and felt around with his hands. The more he felt, the more puzzled he felt. He kept muttering, "Impossible, how could the illusion be so real? Every detail is there! But if it's not an illusion, then where is this?"
He raised his head and looked at the man on the high seat again, shouting: "Who are you? Where have you taken me?"
The man on the high seat touched his nose and said, "This is the underworld, where people are judged for their merits and demerits after death. Everyone must give a clear account of the bad things they have done in their lifetime."
"Humph, you can't fool me. The God of Nature said that after death, people return to the embrace of nature and become the elements that make up everything. There is no such place as you said!"
"You can't even do that? Well, it seems like this script isn't suitable for you. I'm warning you, no matter where this is, if you don't honestly explain your problem, you'll be punished severely."
"What do you want me to confess?"
"Let's start with the conflict between you and Yepes."
"What can I talk about with Yepes? Do you want to beat around the bush with me? You want to get into the things you care about while you're asking questions? This is the kind of trick I use. I'm an expert at interrogating people."
"You can tell me what I want you to tell me!" The man waved his hand, and a soldier came up and punched Makola in the face. "I want you to know that this is not an illusion. It will hurt if you hit me, and it will hurt if you chop me!"
"asshole!"
"If you insist, I can continue." The soldier threw another punch without hesitation.
Makola covered his face and said bitterly: "I worked diligently to do the job he gave me. I did whatever he said. We were not good friends, but I was a good subordinate."
"What do you think of Altu?"
"He is Yepes' boss, just like Yepes is my boss! He is very capable, and the family behind him is also very powerful. He is a very powerful person."
The two exchanged a few more questions.
The person on the high seat asked, "Then tell me what plans you have recently and what actions you are planning?"
"What kind of action do you mean?"
"For example, are there any plans to attack anyone?"
"You mean a raid on a base?"
"That's right."
Makola narrowed his eyes and said, "It's you! You are the magician from Black Mountain, Xiao Chen!"
The person on the high seat was stunned and said, "Haha. Very interesting guess."
"You don't have to hide it anymore. You didn't care about the previous questions at all! But when you asked this question, you leaned forward a little. Your eyes no longer moved, but stared at my mouth. This is the question you really want to ask! Recently, we have been focusing our attention on the mage from Black Mountain. In the entire capital, who else is so concerned about our recent actions and has the means now, except for you who has intermediate strength, is good at mental magic, and has an unknown inheritance?!"
Makola's face was filled with excitement: "I understand, I understand! The one who attacked me with wind magic was your companion Li Jia. The high-level warrior who blocked me was your guard captain Roger! The two who killed my men were your guards. What reason do you have to say that you are not Xiao Chen?"
"You're going to make me lose face by doing this." said Xiao Chen, who was playing the role of the King of Hell.