"What have you done?" The man who pushed her was not giving up. He rushed over and grabbed her, grabbed her neck and half lifted her up, and roared at her with his eyes wide open: "Tell me! What the hell is going on!!!" "It's... too late..." The girl was strangled to the point of being unable to breathe, but she showed a satisfied smile. "The ancient curse... has taken effect." "No matter where we flee to, neither you nor I can escape from it..." "you are lying!!!" The man shook her angrily. "What kind of curse! You are just trying to scare us!!!" "This is the curse of the Devil of Desire...Morguna-Rora-Flucadanzo..."
"All those who are cursed will be devoured by the deepest desires in their hearts and die in their own hands..." The man's face turned pale. But he quickly regained his spirits and shook the girl: "But we shouldn't be cursed!" "Is it? Is it so?" "It must be true. They all saw the shadow and fell into your trap...but we didn't see it...we will definitely be fine..." “Do you think you can escape without looking at that shadow?” the girl sneered. "No...it's not that easy..." "I have made myself the medium of the curse through the ring." "You touched me, and the curse has already targeted you..." "No!" The man interrupted her frantically and slapped her hard across the face. "This is fake!" “You are deceiving us!!!” "Ha ha ha ha……!" The girl laughed sharply. "You already know in your heart that you are completely hopeless..." "Where's your previous arrogance? Where's your previous complacency?" "Aren't you happy when you possess me?" "it's useless……"
"I don't have the face to go back..." "But you all have to be buried with me!!!" …… The scene changes. Came to a country dirt road. A one-eyed man and a scarred man were sitting in a covered wagon, both wrapped in cloaks, smoking and discussing their future path. "The curse is real." The scarred man said. "We have been having that nightmare these days. We can't go on like this. One day our spirits will be worn down." The one-eyed man immediately jumped up, pulled out a dagger and rushed towards the girl lying next to him. "Horus!" The scarred man grabbed him. "what are you doing?" "Kill her, of course!" One-eyed Horus looked up sharply. "It's all because of her! Let's send her off first!" "Are you willing?" Scarface sneered. "She brought so many treasures with her, but she's going to die without even enjoying them. Are you willing to be buried with her?" "What should I do?" "Don't worry... Horus. I know what we must do..." "Listen to me... Do you remember a time when our group split up?" "So what if I remember it?" "During that business trip, I met a charlatan. He tried to exchange my life for some evil knowledge." "I thought it was novel, so I agreed to it. He gave me a scroll that recorded some ancient and evil beings, as well as some rituals. Through these rituals, one can become their priest..." "Fukken, what do you mean?" "Yes, this woman must have used similar evil methods...that's why she passed the curse on to us." "How do we crack it?"
"It's very simple... We just need to perform another ritual and use our blood to bind us to her. As long as we give birth to children with her, the power of the blood will suppress the curse. The more blood we have, the better the effect will be..." "Then just...!" "But she has to be transformed first." Scarface's smile was particularly ferocious. "Otherwise, with her self-esteem, she would definitely commit suicide halfway through." …… Thunder and lightning. It rained heavily. Hitzfeld saw a ruined village. In an abandoned hut, two men were seen pinning down a pregnant girl and beating her head hard. "..." It was as if a flame was rising from the bottom of my heart. She wanted to rush out. Want to prevent tragedy. But she knew that all this was just a reflection of history. It is a cruel reality that has already happened. …… Pictures are turning pages before my eyes. She saw them settling down in the village with the foolish girl and a child. Witness the resurgence of this area due to the discovery of gold. Countless people have come from far and wide, through hardships and dangers. They brought in wood, dug up stones, and continued to build on the village, turning it into a prosperous town. She saw joy. "Gold!" "Hahaha! It's gold! I found gold! I found gold!!!" I saw hatred. "Andre was killed and all his belongings were taken away... I swear, I will avenge him." "revenge!"
"Revenge for my brothers!!!" Some people become rich overnight, while others die overnight. Light and dark. Life and death. Excitement and sadness. Comedy and tragedy. The destinies of countless people intersect here, performing a scene from a large-scale gold rush adventure movie. During this process, the child gradually grew up. He had a name. Jonah Gebrina. If everything continues to develop along this channel, it will be nothing more than a simple tragedy. The perpetrators got everything they wanted, while the weak were deprived of even the right to remember, and were completely reduced to tools for producing and lifting curses. The turning point soon came. Maybe it's a coincidence. Maybe it's fate. Perhaps the evil god has somehow touched people's heartstrings. In short, on that day, Furken discovered the ring - the ring that was snatched from Bectoria was not ordinary. It holds magic. Not only can it control people’s desires. Some desires can also be turned into reality through sacrificial rituals. "I can influence those gold diggers." In one picture, Fokken, Horus and Jonah are in the same room. "This ring can amplify the greed in their hearts and make them kill each other for gold." "great." Young Jonah gave a cruel smile. "We'll wait until they're almost done fighting before we take action. This will be much easier than before!" "..." Hitzfeld watched with cold eyes and from a completely neutral perspective as these three people wantonly played with and manipulated people's hearts.
Groups of gold diggers were aroused by the desires of the "Lord of the Ring" and started killing each other. Everyone thought that they were too greedy, but they didn't take it seriously, and countless people still continued to come forward. Until the Koft brothers died in their hands. Brought back Paul Lawrence. boom! It's a thunderstorm again. Horus pushed Furkon hard against the wall.