I am trapped in this journey, after having seen this horrible scene I can only continue here, I had not arrived well in the field with my comrades when suddenly I had the powerful Capablanca mages in front of me, none of them had a trace of the leftover scraps, the white capes are a mockery of the cruelty with which they executed their own... that we wanted to "eliminate"! but it was to subdue not to kill, it does not seem that their resources are important, for me they are, they really are! It takes decades to train a mage to the point where not only his knowledge but also his skills are above level seven, and these bastards, without thinking about it, eliminate so much and without saying anything, they only see me, they don't look like assassins, I only distinguish them because they are a bit more reserved than the typical saints who are already making dead in this cave, I have to communicate with the bosses soon.
Something is blocking my magic, after I barely got out of that cave, those guys looked at me seriously, I asked for the two missing ones, what else could I do? My voice wasn't trembling at least, but the lie they told me, that they were staying to check the dwarven runes and look for ways to make the king's magic work, made me very angry, the Caparojas are warlike, we attack each other to test our abilities and even on more than one occasion a few broken bones or bruised skulls keep the mages away from their activities for weeks, but that's just the way we are, We never attack from behind, we can be cursed until they accept the duel, but while our honor does not allow us to do something stupid like attacking someone who does not know he is being attacked, among monsters I agree, but what is the point of eliminating an opponent you do not know if he is a good magician or fast, at least see his face of humiliation when he falls and can not get up, but that was an execution, nothing worthy.
I transmit constantly, we cannot leave yet, not without them knowing what is happening in the city, for the moment they accept my proposal, but the deception about supplies and poor physical condition should not last more than a day, but every time I transmit the words of communication they are blocked as if something returned them, I just transmit and wait, but my answer is my question, a little slow, distorted, something bad is definitely happening here, I communicate with my general at night, he must leave in the morning with the most powerful magics in defense and attack, I will return, but in the meantime they must continue with the original plan, when he returns he and his people must be ready to open fire against the remaining Capablancas, they are not people we should have close, even if it means a risk for our mission in the future, I must teleport, I hope with the magical mass that I will transfer, any magic they try will be torn apart, my aura is concentrated as a flame of great intensity, at that moment I pronounce the rune that I had left loaded, I add the destination Bloody Coin at the moment I feel the transfer.
My head is spinning, usually the transfer is done in a tunnel of fire, where the flaming ridges make sure that no one tries to intercept me, but now I don't even have that... How much time have I lost unconscious? I want to get up and I notice the bonds, they are magical, it will take me some time to decipher the runes that hold them together, I summon some light to see where I am, the place I recognize, even without the flame I emit, I could guess by this lingering scent in the air that we are in the dead king's cave, the aroma of burnt flesh and decay fills the air.
-His Majesty the Caparoja, leader of the Bloody Coin, slept well," the voice oozed with pride as I looked up to see the son of the secretary Capablanca waiting for me.
-I'm still guessing the runes of my bindings, nothing difficult as I suspected, only that there are many, dozens of runes where three or four could do a very good job, now I'm eliminating them by force, but I'm afraid I don't have that much time, but I will succeed! He is an egomaniac, I know why he could have killed me, but he didn't, here are not his multiple wizards to destroy shields and it is time to show him what the powers of a good level red wizard are for, I ask him if he expects to eliminate me for the perverse pleasure of a destroyed ego, I ask him if he wants to eliminate me for the perverse pleasure of a destroyed ego, subjugated to a being of a race other than human, and on top of that he thought he was powerful, the kick is a mockery, I see it coming from afar, besides, unlike the Vapablancas, we have physical training, I won't let him know, but his blow was just a stupid one, it hurt, yes, but it left me lying so he won't see when the primary seals are broken.
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-Great Caparoja, what are you talking about? -He's still talking, you bastard, I have less than ten more to break, don't you understand that we only pay obeisance to our true master here? It is important that he stands up, humanity has tried to establish itself and no one pays attention to us, we are only the ones who provide the magic, almost as if we were the baskets where people keep their eggs, they treat us with a minimum of care and in return we have to give them everything, I will not allow this to continue! Our master knows that death is the only solution for so many magical races! Once we humans are finally exterminated, we will rise as the only race - two more you bastard, two more, keep talking about the dreams of the madman, soon you will see what my rune will do to you.
-You don't have to believe me, just look at the power in the hands of those who will use it for the true benefit of mankind and not for the garbage that nests in our cities, these fools were killed because they did not see greatness, look at them, they are here, Look at them, they are here, alive and kicking, a sweat is running down my back, the two poor bastards who died were in front of me, the one who had no head even without it was showing an expression of agony, the one who died with his face exploded was collecting his skull pieces like a macabre jigsaw puzzle, It was so eerie that I just realized that the runes no longer stopped the rope, it was again an unarmed piece of organic matter, now the rivalries don't matter, the only thing that matters is that the drooling idiot, lackey, eats something I prepare for the Capablancas, well, I tell him while I squat down with my hands still behind my back, the ruin of magical creatures with a single price, surrender to some dark god? I'd rather push my luck, and you will die for suggesting such stupidity!
The rune has no name, it consists of a block of fire magic that explodes on his shield, inside this rune another ice magic waits to show an ugly face of almost freezing temperature, this magic can be reversed, but a good decapitation will do, in the middle of the jump he pulls out his shield, but it is garbage compared to the two I killed before, there he orders the two bodies to stop me, you can't do this to me! But it's too late, I have to speed up, I have to eliminate this pathetic one with dreams of greatness, the first impact is sublime, the flames throw his shield to nothing, I can see an incipient hint of fear because no one helped him but his shield protected him, stupid, at that moment a very cold ice knife from my fist hits him, piercing his throat, his whole face begins to freeze, there he remains with a stupid expression.
- There you have it, the Caparoja are in charge, now I can go and denounce this dangerous sect, at least they are a minority...".
-You would be surprised.
The voice is cavernous, from the ceiling begins to descend a huge mass of magic, it is the largest amount I have ever seen or felt, it is blue and black, but little by little it becomes mostly black, what the hell happened here?
-Don't doubt it little human, death is not a minority, you are the ones who are at a disadvantage, the idiot who served me was only hungry for power, I am hungry for the silence that gives death to everyone and everything that exists, now do me a favor and die -.
The coherent beam of pure and corrupted magic shoots out, I use my shield, I try to run away, but the damn thing goes through me without mercy, I feel how it destroys all my defenses, how my organs freeze, I can even see them in the new hole I have in my chest, I feel my conscience fading away, what a horrible way to die, condemning your race.
-Don't be pessimistic, dear wizard, your kind and the rest were doomed ever since the stupid elf princess came to these lands, it will take me a while to do this magic of mine, but in the meantime watch this cave, apparently the famous iridescent cloak was only in name, you must protect your new master and king until we can go to our new destination, do you understand me? former member of the Caparojas, servant of King Lich, Lord of the Dead.
-Yes, my lord.