Big Capitalist

With a "click" sound and the man's painful scream, the purple-black plague quickly spread from his captured wrist like a surging tide.

The wrist seemed to be ruthlessly corroded by the years, and it decayed and rotted in an instant, while the muscles and bones turned into pus and blood under the erosion of the plague.

The Lord of Plague looked down at him, listening to his miserable cry. He slowly put his other hand in front of his mouth, made a shushing gesture, and said in a cold voice: "Keep your voice down, you will disturb the people around you."

The magical thing is that after this sentence was spoken, the entire alley suddenly became silent, as if time had frozen at this moment.

The other person behind him was so frightened when he saw this scene that he stopped walking suddenly. He seemed to be under a spell and fell into deep shock, unable to move at all.

His legs went weak and he wanted to run away, but he found that his body was completely out of control.

At this moment, a creepy "squeaking" sound came from under his feet, and then he was horrified to see a dense group of rats rushing in like a tide from all directions.

The rats stared at him with bloodshot eyes and bared their sharp teeth, instantly overwhelming him.

He watched helplessly as the rats crawled all over his body and then began to gnaw at his flesh frantically. His screams of pain rang out in the alley again, but were quickly drowned out by the sounds of the rats gnawing.

Just half a minute later, everything returned to calm.

Only two pieces of clothing and a purse were left on the ground. The two men who attempted to murder Sigma had disappeared without a trace.

The Lord of Plague hummed an unknown strange tune, slowly bent down to pick up the purse, and turned the purse flexibly with his fingers. Then, he waved his hand casually, and the two pieces of clothes instantly turned into ashes and dissipated in the night wind.

The Lord of Plague took out the blood elf card, studied it in the moonlight, and murmured to himself, "This is really a good treasure. When a child carries gold through the busy streets, as long as he has this card in his hand, an endless supply of 'food' will automatically come to him."

Then, he chuckled and said as if talking to himself: "It's not me who wants to kill people, it's them who want to kill you. I'm just fighting back. You can't just not allow me to do that, right?"

"Am I that kind of person in your eyes?" Sigma responded, "I used to be an out-and-out villain in the territory, and a little bully in the Arcane Academy. What's more, these people wanted to kill me, so I deserved to die."

The Lord of Plague swung his arms and looked at the roof of a building in the distance. An evil look flashed in his eyes and he said, "That's good. Now let's receive our new guests."

A moment later, the Lord of Plague walked out of another alley with satisfaction. The moonlight fell on him, outlining a strange and evil figure.

He slowly took out a handkerchief and gently wiped his hands, as if the bloody killing he had just experienced was just an insignificant game.

Feeling the gradually recovering and surging power in his body, he couldn't help but mutter to himself: "Well, I didn't expect this card to be so attractive. This is the fourth assassination tonight, right?"

Sigma also felt the magic power filling his body. He was fascinated by the feeling of gaining power without any effort.

However, reason told him that he must not let down his guard against the Lord of Plague.

After all, this guy living in his body was always coveting control of his body.

"That's normal. The value of this card is definitely more than 10,000 gold coins. Anyone would be tempted by such a huge sum of money." Sigma is well aware of the magic of money. It is like an extremely terrifying catalyst of desire that can make people crazy and desperate.

The Lord of Plague looked down at the money bag hanging around his waist, a calculating gleam in his eyes, and said excitedly: "This much money should be enough for us to buy more cards."

"Is your mind full of Arena of Valor cards? The most urgent thing is to move to another place, right? Improve your daily life first. I don't want to live in that old, broken and small house anymore." Sigma said, taking over control of the body, with a hint of helplessness and fatigue in his tone.

When the Lord of Plague heard this, he was moved and suddenly asked, "Don't you have some money in your hand? Why don't you use it to make your life better?"

Sigma's body stiffened slightly. He was silent for a long time before he slowly said, "That money cannot be touched. It is very important. I gave my all, begged humbly, and tried my best to save it. This money has a greater use."

His voice was low and contained an unquestionable determination.

After hearing this, the Lord of Plague had a sly look in his eyes and asked with great interest, "Really? Is it because of...her?"

“Shut up!” Sigma shouted angrily, with a murderous intent flashing in his eyes. “Be honest, I will let you use my body, but I advise you not to have any ideas about her, otherwise I would rather die with you!”

His body was shaking slightly, and it was obvious that he was really angry.

The Lord of Plague could clearly feel the firmness and determination in Sigmar's words and knew that this guy was not bluffing.

He sneered and said disapprovingly: "No, we are now a community with a shared destiny."

Sigmar did not respond to the Lord of Plague. He slowly raised his head and looked at the bright moon hanging high in the night sky.

The cold moonlight shone on his face, reflecting his complex and unpredictable expression.

He just stared at the bright moon quietly, no one knew what he was thinking. It seemed as if the whole world had quieted down at this moment, leaving only him, the bright moon, and the unspeakable obsession in his heart.

The Lord of Plague was like a vague spirit, emitting a strange aura all over his body. It slowly turned into a thick black mist, floating gently beside Sigma.

His invisible gaze swept to the alley behind him, where he saw a few rats flashing scarlet lights, as eerie as will-o'-the-wisp in the darkness.

The mice seemed to have received some mysterious instructions. After staying in place for a short while, they quickly rushed into the darkness and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye, as if they had never appeared.

At the same time, in a dark, damp and seldom visited corner of the lower city, the thick darkness was like a huge curtain, covering the place tightly.

Suddenly, several excited and shouting voices broke the silence.

"The master's plan has not failed!" A voice suddenly sounded in the darkness with irrepressible ecstasy.

The voice was sharp and trembling, as if the emotions that had been suppressed for a long time had finally found an outlet.