Death Games
The tomb of the Vorthas

“You,” panicked the nobleman saw the appearance of a giant eye in a crack behind his King.

Kers also aligned his body with the figure that fell. “To be honest I have no grudge against you. It's just, those who disobey must indeed die at my hands.”

At the touch of a hand, he who was spoken to stiffened. Like a stone, the blood flow on the face looks real yet dark in color.

It was truly a mysterious ability possessed by him.

While Revtel, was giving command to his subordinates. Have them help the victims who were injured in the Cerberus attack earlier.

Miris. Especially finding the sight of a small child filled his father's death. That heartbreaking roar infiltrated into the ear.

Trying to remind the Vice King of his past, where he and Kers were also once in the same position.

Truly undermining the sense of justice and pity of the previous King's illegitimate son.

While Blerda, in the basement sat haughtily. On the stone chair, while staring at the gift that the pets of the Gods had brought.

Megalodons.

In his hand, there were several corpses of Elders with a terrible condition. Both of his hands pulled the hair of the venerable figure of the siren nation without pity.

But, it turned out that there was one Elder who was still open his eyes to see who the welcoming figure at the other end was.

“B-Bler-da,” his mumbling stammered.

And Megalodon also threw rough the body of him who was still conscious in front of his master.

“Agh!”

Finally, the Elder lay right near the right foot of the young blonde woman.

“K-you, ap-a mak-sud his i-ini?”

The siren king just tilted his face. With eyes full of arrogance, stared fixed old man wounded.

Slowly, a stream of sound like calm water was thrown from his mouth, in order to listen to him who had been betrayed.

“Where are the tombs of the Vorthas?”

Jerked.

The old man stiffened, eyes wide and mouth reluctant to move. When the family name was given to him.

“Where are the tombs of the Vorthas?” Blerda repeated his words.

“K-to-napa k-kau—” his voice really vibrates.

“Where are the tombs of the Vorthas?”

Suddenly, the Elder clutched his King's feet. “M-mau ap-a you?”

“Where are the tombs of the Vorthas?”

Strange, because the girl kept repeating the same question. His face did not change or his rhythm. However, slowly moved his legs, so that the body approached a helpless figure before his eyes.

“Where are the tombs of the Vorthas?” now Queen Blerda also grabbed the Elder. 

“I don't know where the graves of the elves' descendants are!”

And the sky rumbled up there. Raindrops, looks beautiful for a quiet area behind the hills. But the inhabitants, dominant beasts.

Although there are some people who build houses there, but it does not deny the fact that danger can continue to come from hungry animals around him.

Wooden house. It is palace-shaped, with banyan trees as its solid foundation. The cry of the monkey and the howling of the wolf echoed. But it does not disturb the courage of its inhabitants.

“So, Dantalion and his subordinates failed huh?”

“That's all because of the betrayal of those three bastards,” pissed off a lady cut pixie cut hair.

And the figure who had asked, only sighed but put a satirical look on his face.

“But, I can't believe that we've eaten the Blerda Sirena trap. Now, how should we?” an old grandmother interrupted their conversation.

Instantly the young lady's face instantly turned sour. “But where can we find the tomb of that damn elf?”

The figure who was still showing the insinuating expression earlier, chose to walk towards the window. “Thirteen people, it is not easy to find it. Moreover, no one knows who they are.”

The old granny who finally sat on the available chair was staring at the crystal ball on the table. “Don't Aza Ergo know who they are?” The people there gasped and turned towards him.

“Aza Ergo?” the pixie cut-haired figure seemed confused to respond to him. “Who is he?”

“Empusa charges collected by gyges.”  

“He's a young official.” 

“Really?!” the woman looked in disbelief hearing the shrieks of her colleague sitting on the lips of the window. “He knows thirteen people related to teachers?!” ask her with a soft tone.

The old granny holding the crystal ball let go of her touch. “If my information is correct, it is likely that he would know who they are. Because Aza Ergo, is a student of one of the six ghosts who hold the key Reygan Cottia.”

And the people there also pressed their jaws when they heard it all.

“It seems, we do have to catch him,” the figure sitting on the lip of the window also rose from his position.

“I agree, so what's the guy like?”

The old grandmother glanced at the woman sitting in front of her. “I'm not sure what it looks like. It's just that, the information says that he's a magma controller and also a wanderer. He is also a student of Hadesia.”

“Cih! Devil training kids huh? Looks like this won't be easy,” the shrill woman while biting the tip of her nails.

While the figure being talked about, it stared calmly at the corpse of the Huldra. Although the higher-ups mourned to see his fate, it did not reject the fact that the magma handler felt nothing.

He was not saddened by the death that befell his companion.

Suddenly Beltelgeuse Orion approached her. “Energy and your condition are unstable,” whispered.

Aza also glanced at his older brother. “Then?”

“Come back with me.”

“Good. Let's meet on the cliff's lips later,” agreed.

And their brief conversation, looked at Logan Centrio from a distance.

“Let's deliver Huldra. In any case, it would be better if he was buried in his homeland, ” Hanzo said.

People agree with his opinion.

But, the Libra Septor is still silenced in its grief. For the betrayal and death of my father. After all, he still did not know what was the reason for Zeril to betray him.

His shoulder was suddenly touched by Reoa. As a form of sympathy for fellow officials as well as encouraging.

No matter which race they come from, they are messengers of nations that respect and respect each other.

But, suddenly Aza Ergo vomited blood so as to divert their attention.

“Aza!” surprised Orion touched his shoulder. “What happened?! You okay?!” panicked to see the condition of his younger brother.

“I will heal you,” shrewd Horusca prepare her spell.

However, suddenly the young official gripped the shoulder of the elftraz (healer) in front of him.

“I'm fine,” cleanly with a glare of my eyes but pressing.

“What do you mean okay?! You're throwing up blood, Aza! Is this possible because of your magic style that is on us?!” Toyotomi interrupted suddenly.

But, not a single reply was ejected from the mouths of the young higher-ups. Because the tightness in his chest tortured him to spurt blood in front of them.

The young man looked in pain while covering his face underneath.

“Aza! Quickly heal him!” tell Orion to Horusca.

As soon as the green ball spell was spoken, the young man was enveloped in the healing style of his traveling companions. However, there were no signs of kindness. Other than blood continuing to flow from the mouths of the empusa higher-ups.