"The troll voodoo has entered your body. You can no longer mobilize any magic power. Today is the day you die!"
The hell troll Sorkin slashed the bone staff again, and a dark green energy flowed along the staff into Francis' body.
Graven was even more direct. He loosened his two ribs and hugged Francis directly.
The bones in his body surrounded Francis like cartilaginous snakes, and then the sharp broken bones pierced into Francis' skin. The tiny bone spurs cut off the nerves between the skin and muscles, like a fine scalpel, cutting off the connection between muscles and nerves.
"You... why did you betray Lord Baron!?" Francis shouted, his forehead already covered with sweat and his body was in excruciating pain, almost making him faint.
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