"Where's the shaman?"
Werner finally got tired of the endless waiting and punched the table: "He said he wanted to negotiate, but he asked us to wait here, but he didn't come. What did he mean? Is he kidding us?"
Behind the round table, there is an empty chair.
Standing next to the empty chair was a slightly older man. Hearing Werner's voice, the old man named Guishou just glanced at him and didn't care much:
"If you don't want to wait, you can leave."
He said: "No one forces you to be here, but when you step out of that threshold, you have to understand that you are the enemy of the shaman."
"Bah, the shaman is still sitting here. Is he the dream of the Dark Emperor?"
Warner spat, with a look of disdain on his face: "Don't think we don't know. It's been so long since the shaman came back, and he still doesn't have anyone under his command! If I were him, I would definitely have to thank you, if it weren't for you, a loyal dog leg. , he might be the polished commander!"
Next to him, Alberto and Sherabida had a mocking smile on their faces.
The time of the shaman is over.
Not many people in this city remember him anymore, and the shaman seems to be aware of this. For the past few days, he has just stayed in a secret place.
Not only did it fail to expand its power, but it even almost lost all of Guishou’s original territory!
Their original worries seemed to be just a joke: the old shaman was no longer the majestic emperor he once was.
And now, he still wants to show off here, which is simply ridiculous.
Hearing their laughter, Guishou's eyes suddenly turned cold.
In the silence, a knock on the door suddenly sounded.
At the door, a figure walked in against the light, took off the hat on his head, and hung it on the coat rack. As a result, the mottled white hair was revealed in the morning light.
His coat looked very old. It had not been washed for a long time and was full of tears and loose threads.
At first glance, it looks like the same thing, but if you look closely, you will see the embarrassment and embarrassment in it.
"Sorry, I'm late."
The man walked in and nodded to the people present, seemingly warmly: "Everyone has been waiting for a long time."
Guishou respectfully pulled out the chair and invited him to come down.
Sheila Yiduo sneered: "Mr. Shaman, how brave are you? You actually dare to invite us for talks?"
The old Alberto also raised his eyes and looked at him: "Long time no see, Mr. Shaman. You put on such a big show here today, what exactly do you want to say?"
"It's actually nothing."
The shaman spread his hands: "As an old-timer, I always come to see and learn from others. Besides, it's always good to meet before going to war."
"Start a war?" Warner laughed: "You start a war with us? Just the two of you?"
"Isn't it enough?"
The shaman spread his hands and looked around: "Everyone, do you want to consider turning over the dark side and joining my army? I can give preferential treatment to those who surrender now."
Werner stopped laughing.
Sheila Jita also didn’t smile.
Alberto, who had been dozing off all this time, also raised his eyes, his cloudy pupils full of seriousness: he looked at the former emperor carefully, trying to see if he was joking.
But the shaman didn't smile. He was serious, as if he was telling the truth.
Even the old wrinkles on his face carry a hint of madness and seriousness.
Alberto couldn't help but sigh: This former dark emperor, this man abandoned by his own era... is he already immersed in his own delusions, right
He was still stuck in the era when he was the one who had everything to do with everything, scolding these people who should have looked up to him as he should, looking majestic and waiting for their obedience.
How ridiculous.
He sighed softly: "Shaman, are you crazy?"
"This is no place for joking, shaman."
Sheila Jita put down his hookah and narrowed his eyes like a viper: "Don't talk crazy."
Werner simply spit out thick phlegm, showing his disdainful attitude.
The reason why this group of people did not fall out was just because of the shaman's past glory. They tried their best to be patient, trying to see clearly what tricks this crazy old man was playing.
So there was a hint of pity in his eyes.
"What's wrong with you?"
The shaman noticed that look and was stunned: "Have you not considered it yet? You must cherish the opportunity I gave you."
Duh!
A dagger was stuck on the table, and the dagger was in Werner's hand.
"This is my reply." Warner said coldly.
"Mr. Shaman, please understand the situation."
Alberto shook his head slowly: "Maybe you were once the dark emperor of Avalon, but don't forget, your time has passed. The lower city is no longer your territory."
"You'd better be more clear-minded, sir."
Sheila Jita just smoked a hookah and looked at the shaman coldly, "If you are short of money, I can pay to send you to Arkham Asylum. There, you will definitely have a common language with those people."
The shaman seemed to finally realize something.
"It seems that you want to start a war?"
"When did you start thinking we would obey?"
Alberto raised his cloudy eyes and looked at him: "Mr. Shaman, why don't you look outside the window?"
Outside the window, the market was busy, seemingly noisy and full of energy.
But among the crowd, there was a faint figure occupying the surrounding area, surrounding the place.
Those burly men had swords hidden in their arms. With just a signal, they would rush in and cut the former dark emperor into pieces.
Guishou frowned and took a step forward, but the shaman raised his hand and stopped him.
"It seems you are leaving us here?"
The smile on the shaman's face disappeared and turned gloomy: "Do you know what you are doing? I suggest you think carefully about the consequences of offending me."
"Recognize the reality, shaman, you have no wings to fly."
Alberto nodded: "Don't worry, I gave you enough respect and hired three musicians. Whether it's a shaman or a ghost hand, no matter how powerful the legend is, you can't get out of here today. So, you always Is it time for you to wake up, the former Dark Emperor? Seeing how well you took care of me nine years ago, I am willing to let you go, as long as you promise that you will never come back again."
The old man's eyes were full of cruelty and viciousness: "Of course, we will ask someone to cast a little spell on you to ensure that you will not go back on your word."
"We also need to hand over the resources in our hands." Sheila Jita added: "And the most important thing, you know what I'm talking about. The trader has already told us that he gave the thing to you..."
"oh?"
The shaman shook his head: "I don't understand what you mean."
The dwarf dog was the most irritable. He punched the table with his fist and said coldly: "What we mean is to hand over the map of Shadow of Avalon and get out! Do you understand?"
The shaman smiled and spread his hands: "Even if you have a map of the Shadow of Avalon, it's useless if you can't find the bloody road and can't get in. Besides, that map was a gift from the traders to celebrate my return. So If you give it away, I’m afraid you’ll be ashamed of your old friend’s painstaking efforts, right?”
"It seems I have to give you some color."
Warner said coldly, knocking his dagger, and suddenly there was a sound of heavy footsteps upstairs, and a sharp friction sound of a sword being unsheathed.
Outside the window, in the market, thugs were ambushing and surrounding this place.
This is a trap for the shaman.
"Mr. Shaman, look at the situation clearly. This is no longer your world. Why not hand over the map and leave safely in exchange for it?"
Alberto warned softly: "Even if you don't plan for yourself, you should always think about Guishou who has always been loyal to you, right?"
The ghost hand was silent and did not say a word.
But the shaman sighed, as if he was disappointed.