Shadow of the Beautiful World

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For ordinary people, magic is something mysterious.

The damage created by magic is difficult for ordinary people to detect in their own way.

Merlin believes that the death of the base leader will only be regarded as a sudden emergency, but he ignores it. There are not many people who know magic in this world, but there are definitely many.

Five hours after the death of the leader of the Afghan Canyon base, a messenger hurriedly came in a mansion in the hinterland of Eastern Europe in a suburban city away from Afghanistan.

"I want to see the great Mandalin."

This young man in a suit, with an Arab appearance, but a big bald messenger, said to the guard of the mansion:

"I have important news to personally convey to the great Mandalin!"

"Wait here!"

The five big and three thick men, fully armed, and the guards with guns said indifferently to the bald messenger. A few minutes later, he returned to the messenger's eyes and said:

"Mandarin will meet you! But you must first convince us that you are safe."

Immediately after this bald messenger went through 7 rigorous tests, and under the watch of the guard, he changed a loose suit to ensure that he did not carry any weapons on his body before he was allowed to enter the mansion's living room.

On this decorated and magnificent living room wall, there are precious collections from all over the world, and there is also a religious sculpture carved with ivory. The ground is covered with a hand-woven carpet. The restrained and luxurious colors represent this. The carpet is also an expensive craft.

On the carpet, there was a red chair.

Compared with the magnificent furnishings around, this chair is unremarkable, but it is a status symbol.

The owner of this chair is the founder of the Ten Commandments, the heir to the noble bloodline, the uncrowned king throughout Central Asia and Eastern Europe, and a true owl.

He has yellow skin, eyebrows like swords, and the appearance looks distinctive of Mongolians or Central Asians. He sits in the quaint chair, closing his eyes slightly, and seems to be resting.

His gray hair was scattered on his shoulders, and under his wrinkled face, he had a neat and beautiful beard.

His breathing was low and slow, and he could not even see the ups and downs of his chest, as if he could stop breathing at any time.

His fingers like white jade were staggered and placed on his abdomen, stacked on the green, and he wore a lot of beautiful patterns on the windbreaker-like robe with golden silk thread. He sat on the chair in a steady manner. This action made him look like Like a sculpture.

The most striking thing about this mandarin from head to toe is that on the ten fingers of this slightly older leader, there are ten rings of different colors and embellished with gems of different gloss and shape .

The light shone on Mandalin, and the surface of the ten rings reflected a completely different light.

In general, it is strange to bring two such things as a ring.

And the leader of the Ten Rings, the mysterious Mandalin brought ten rings. If he only looked at his fingers, he might be mistaken by others for being a small businessman selling rings.

But what do you say?

If you look at the whole picture, Mandalin himself matches the ten rings on his fingers. The strange decoration not only does not make Mandalin behave like a rough upstart, but makes him look more mysterious.

It was like a mysterious aura, blessed on him. It made him look full of mysterious momentum similar to religious leaders.

Beside Mandalin, four beautiful women in very light clothes and different races and skin colors stand by. They hold all kinds of things in their hands and are always ready to provide various services for Mandalin.

But in the state that Mandalin showed, these women with beautiful skins seemed to be no different from other decorations in the living room.

Mandalin, who has lived in his 90s, has already passed the age of indulgence. In fact, even in his distant young age, Mandalin has never been a person who enjoys sensuality.

He was no longer tempted by such low-level fun long before long.

The bald courier from afar lowered his head and came to Mandalin in a most humble gesture.

He dared not look up to see the great leader, he whispered:

"Great Mandalin, we just got news that Abbas is dead."

"Ok?"

With his eyes closed, Mandalin made a suspicious nasal sound. After a while, he said in a soft, breezy voice:

"Two months ago, Abbas came to see me. I can be sure that he is very healthy and can live at least another 30 years... how could he die? Was he killed?"

"No, the great Mandalin."

The messenger explained briefly:

"When he was working, Abbas died of cerebral hemorrhage due to overwork. Our doctor went to see his body, and the doctor confirmed that Abbas' death was an accident."

"accident?"

Mandalin shook his head. He opened his eyes, and in the pupil like a wolf, there was a flicker of light like a flash of stars.

He says:

"Just when the cause of Afghanistan is about to reach its peak, when Abbas is about to reach the most glorious moment in his life, the moment I drop the chess piece into the chessboard, he has an accident."

"It's no accident that there is no such coincidence, my student Ibn."

Mandalin said:

"It must have been a force we didn't notice that was disturbing us. As for the symptoms of cerebral hemorrhage, there are too many ways to fake this injury. This is not good, very bad, I don't like this'surprise'."

"We will investigate immediately!"

Hearing Mandalin's statement, the messenger named Ibn immediately answered:

"To mobilize our forces in Afghanistan, it will only take a short time before we can..."

"Do not!"

Mandalin raised his hand and interrupted Ibn's narrative.

He narrowed his eyes and said:

"The plan is only one step away. Now it's on the string and I can't look back."

"Although Abbas’s sudden death is suspicious, it’s a pity, but that’s not the most important thing at the moment. Like the bloodthirsty jackal, North American opinion workers are looking forward to the breaking news that can attract everyone’s attention. How can we let them down?"

"The situation can't wait any longer, Ibn. I have smelled the atmosphere of war, go to Afghanistan at the fastest speed, take the place of Abbas, and complete the mission he has not completed. Everything for the sacrifice has been prepared When you are finished, you only need to go step by step according to the plan.

"Yes, the great Mandalin."

Ibn bowed his head, he said in a deep voice:

"I will never let you down!"

After speaking, Ibn would turn around and leave, but was stopped by Mandalin.

"and many more."

Ibn was like a robot that received the order. He stopped immediately, lowered his head, and turned to Mandalin's position.

In front of him, his leader stroked his beard and whispered:

"Abbas has operated that base for decades. He was born there. It is his home. He is familiar with everything there. There are more than 500 soldiers guarding him, but he is still dead."

"That's a threat that can't be ignored. I suddenly thought, maybe, you can solve two troubles for me at once in the land that will be swallowed up by war."

"But, being able to kill Abbas quietly under the guard of 500 people has already demonstrated the ability of the infiltrator, ah, it reminds me of those tricky shadow warriors. But even they You can’t do this unless...my old friend Lars Al Gore shot it personally, but that’s impossible.”

Mandalin frowned, and after a few minutes, he raised the **** of his left hand.

The ring on the middle finger, dotted with green gemstones, flicked away from his fingers, suspended in the air. The base of the ring is a silver ring, and the emerald on the surface of the ring presents a weird polyline.

After breaking away from Mandalin's left middle finger, the surface of the ring jumped quickly with a small blue arc, which looked mysterious.

Mandalin's finger flicked lightly, and the silver emerald ring hovered quickly in front of Ibn's eyes. The latter extended his hands sincerely and let the ring fall into his palm.

"Go with it."

Mandalin closed his eyes again. He said:

"If you really meet the man who killed Abbas, the one who dared to fight against the Ten Commandments, then use the power of this ring to kill him. Ibn, you are the young man I grew up watching, It is one of the best people of this generation of young people in the Ten Commandments."

"I hope you can bring me back a victory, and bring me back a war decorated with blood. I hope you can become the roaring mound when the gate of **** opens, and I hope you become my horn, become My eyes in Afghanistan let me see that those stupid Americans were driven into the war by hatred."

"can you do it?"

Facing Mandalin's inquiry, Ibn held the ring in his hand. He said in a deep voice:

"Even at the cost of life, it will never let you down, great Mandalin!"

"Then go."

Mandalin finally said a sentence, and then resumed the state of long breathing, as if he had slept again.

The messenger Ibn didn’t dare to disturb his chief’s dormancy. He quickly exited the living room and retrieved his clothes from the guard. After a few minutes, he left the mansion on the edge of the eastern European city.

He sat in a luxury car and gave a command to the driver, and at the moment when the vehicle started slowly, bald Ibn bowed his head and looked at the ring in his hand obsessedly.

He knew that these ten rings were Mandalin's beloved things, and also powerful gods.

It is said that the original members of the Ten Rings were a group of fierce and violent gangsters. They were not connected with each other, but were scattered in various places and carried out their own careers. Until then, Mandalin, who was still very young, was walking in Central Asia. On the earth, with the power of these ten rings, they were easily surrendered to his feet.

Since then, the Ten Commandments have really been established, and under the command of the manly mandarin Mandalin, they have grown all the way to the terrible behemoth that now spans the concept of the country.

It is said that the origin of the names and logos of the Ten Commandments is also derived from the ten magical rings carried by Mandalin.

Ibn put the silver emerald ring gently on the **** of his left hand.

He could feel a bit of icy coldness, he stretched out his fingers, a beating blue arc wrapped around his fingers, he felt that he could freely control the energy of the arc and its beating through this ring Frequency can even let arcs form various strange shapes in the air.

He opened his fingers, and let the dancing fatal arc beat in his palm.

He looked at this scene, and he felt as if he had become Thor in the Nordic mythology.

"Really great power."

Ibn stroking the ring on his finger, a hunger flashed in his eyes.

This ring was only given to him by Mandalin to complete the task better. He only has the right to use it. After the task is over, he has to return the ring to Mandalin. Even in Ibn’s most arrogant illusions, he dared not have any intention of intercepting this god.

But it doesn't matter, this is a good start.

As Mandalin said, Ibn is one of the best young people in the Ten Commandments. Growing up in an environment like the Ten Commandments, he has a much stronger sense of desire and desire than his peers.

He hopes to occupy a higher position in the Ten Commandments and become Mandalin's best follower and his right hand.

It is no exaggeration to say that in the eyes of young people like Ibn, Mandalin is the only omnipotent **** in the world.

They believe that Mandalin will eventually rule the entire world, and by that time, the members of these centers who follow Mandalin will become the dominant class in the new world.

That means an infinitely bright future.

"Go to the airport!"

Ibn told his driver:

"Get the plane ready to fly directly to Afghanistan."

"The great Mandalin gave me the task. I must complete it. I must prove myself."

"Let the holy war Mandalin needs, come!"

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