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Chapter 1411 The Shadow of the Ancient City

A black shadow above the sky was moving fast, it was the black dragon Alduin who was forced to become a temporary mount.

Farrell, the fiercest knight in history, stood on the dragon head at this moment, hugging his chest, staring ahead. The huge air current blew his clothes and hair, making his steps immobile.

"There are traces of battles around here." Farrell suddenly looked down at the ground below.

On the ground, huge damage can be seen everywhere, and it can be seen that the guy who made the shot has reached a very high level of strength.

"This... is Fafnir's breath." Alduin, the black dragon who had always been quite resentful of being ridden by Farrell, ignored the shame and resentment at this time, and his voice was slightly surprised.

Farrell said, "It's just a bit like Fafnir's breath...Fafnir's not so weak."

The black dragon Alduin simply rolled his eyes, and said angrily, "Old lunatic, are you being locked up by the knights? Old Fafnir died of a serious illness not long after the war. Now it is the golden dragon." It's a pity that it's a pervert, in fact, I always thought that the old Fafnir died so quickly, a large part of the reason was because he was pissed to death by this traitor."

Farrell was only silent for a moment at this time, and then said calmly: "How is the strength of the new generation of golden dragons better than yours?"

Alduin snorted, "That guy doesn't inherit half of the Golden Dragon's power, just abuse him!"

But Farrell said: "Old Fafnir inherited less than [-]% of the power of the golden dragon at the beginning, and he can also stand shoulder to shoulder with Roland... The new golden dragon has good potential."

The black dragon Alduin frowned and said, "Old lunatic, although I don't know exactly what you want to do, but from your appearance, it seems that you want to pull a team out? Have you encountered any serious trouble?"

"They are back."

"They? Who are they?" Heilong couldn't help being stunned.

"The group of demons."

The black dragon Alduin was silent at first, and then his body stopped at a high altitude... This surprised the spiritual witch and the granddaughter Leia of the sword master who were chatting on the back of the dragon behind.

After a long while, Alduin breathed a sigh of relief, and asked tentatively, "Old lunatic... so your illness is still not cured?"

It is very clear about what happened when Farrell went crazy back then - when Farrell went crazy, he almost abolished the entire knight mechanism, and it was a few of the original heroes who joined forces to make Farrell regain his composure.

And it included its owner, Duke Roland the Sword Master... Alduin had also seen Farrell's crazy side, so he had to be afraid of this old lunatic, and at the same time carefully accompany him.

I can't beat it... If I can beat it, how can I ride any cat or dog on my body?If it was the second one, it would have been burnt to ashes by its mouthful of dragon flames.

But after the black dragon Alduin said this, he regretted it very much... The matter of Farrell's illness is almost something he is most afraid of being mentioned by others-it is even ready to take Leia to escape at any time .

Farrell, who is going crazy, will really kill it...

Unexpectedly, what he imagined didn't happen, and Farrell was staring ahead with a gloomy gaze, and after a long time said quietly: "I'd rather, it's true that I'm sick... In this way, I can even kill myself. s life."

"Farrell, you..." The black dragon opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but he couldn't.

Farrell shook his head at this time, and said calmly: "Changing the road... Kuroroya is not in the werewolf leader, he seems to have left not long ago... probably in that position."

Farrell reached out and pointed in a certain direction.

The black dragon knew that the old lunatic's sensory ability belonged to the superhuman level, so he didn't doubt it too much. He just followed the direction indicated by Farrell, but found that it was the road leading to the territory of the thirteen clans.

Hmm... Kuroloya, this fast old guy, what are you doing in the territory of the Thirteen Clans?
Did you fight with Balegon?

"Old maniac, please show me evidence to believe." Alduin suddenly whispered: "Otherwise, I will not let Leia get involved in danger... This is my last promise to Roland. "

He didn't speak, just sat cross-legged on the black dragon's head, and then closed his eyes.

But in fact——when this group reached the [Toredo] clan, it was still in vain.

From entering the [Inhuman Realm] to the castle to find the Juggernaut, to the Association of Magicians to find Misteel, and then to the werewolf leader Kuroloa, it seems that fate has played a joke on Farrell.

No matter what, he was always one step behind.

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Before sunrise, the ancient city of Pompeii was as quiet as a battlefield after a tragic war—of course, referring to the ruins of the pure ancient city.

With the ancient city as the development point, the homes of the aborigines living in the surrounding area are still very lively—but even those who have lived nearby for generations cannot get a glimpse of the true appearance of the ancient city of Pompeii.

Including those travelers who have come from thousands of miles away, even archaeologists are the same.

Because around the ancient city, there is a large barrier specially built by the Association of Magicians to seal off the battlefield of the Great War a hundred years ago.

Kuroroa and Migang arrived at dusk, and opened multiple barriers layer by layer-when the barriers were fully opened, they still did not wait for the arrival of Balegon.

"This cunning vampire is rarely late." Kuroloa quickly gave his point of view.

"[Toredo]'s territory was just attacked by the golden dragon, and there are a lot of mundane affairs to be dealt with in Bailegang, so wait a little longer, it's not too late." The owner of the secret steel tower was quite calm.

But Kuroloya waved his hand, walked directly into the real battlefield, and said casually: "Tiepi, why don't we go for a walk inside first! I haven't been to this place for 80 years, and I kind of miss it."

He participated in the great battle a hundred years ago—but he was obviously not the only one involved, but many, many of them were excellent warriors among the werewolves—even some were even better than him.

Kuroroya asked himself that he was lucky enough to stay, not the strongest among the werewolves, so he was able to survive—many of his former brothers and sisters were buried here, and there were even some who had a good relationship. comrades.

Regarding Kuroroya's actions, Misteel had no intention of stopping it, but instead followed silently.

The streets of the inner ancient city are criss-crossed and stretched all the way, and a majestic castle can be clearly seen in the distance—that is the place where the non-human coalition forces on the European continent attacked last... It was like a meat grinder, devouring countless Know how many elite inhuman lives.

Kuroloya seemed to see the shadow of swords and swords from a hundred years ago. He stopped and walked, holding a pen from time to time to write his feelings on the letter.

He has already smelled the smell of death, his life will come to an end at any time, maybe he wants to finish a work at the end.

In fact, Kuroroya's wish before death was very simple, there were only two.

First, experience a hearty battle with the posture of a warrior, regardless of whether you win or lose.

Second, write the last work that is the most satisfying in your life.

"Speaking of which, why hasn't your Association of Magicians repaired these destroyed streets and buildings?" Kuroloa asked curiously.

The owner of the secret steel tower said calmly: "Anyway, there is an enchantment here, and ordinary people can't get in, so I don't bother to restore it... Besides, the ruins, the ancient city, etc., are not valuable because of the vicissitudes of life. Repaired , and this history has been covered up.”

"Hahaha!" Kuroroya patted the unsmiling former comrade-in-arms on the shoulder, "I didn't expect you to be emotional... I feel like I can write an autobiographical drama for you!"

"Thanks for being sensitive"

"Good friend! Don't be like this! Don't refuse!" Kuroloya leaned against the ear of the Misteel Tower Master, as if begging... It seemed like this, but what he said was: "Phisteel, is there anyone in your association on duty here?"

The expression of the Misteel Tower Master remained unchanged, and he walked calmly with Kuroloa, but he also whispered: "No, only when the enchantment needs to be maintained, will the magician be sent here... And, every time I hosted it."

"Oh? So, besides you and me, there are other guests here tonight... right?"

"perhaps."

While speaking, a black shadow struck, and a loud noise suddenly appeared—on the street, a sandstorm shot up into the sky, and both Kuroloya and the Misteel Tower Master were seen calmly avoiding it.

They are all seasoned fighters, so naturally they will not be easily attacked successfully—at this moment, they are more concerned about who is attacking them on this other side!
You know, the barrier was only opened by Misteel, and only the two of them came in. Before that, theoretically, there should be no one else in the ancient city.

Kuroroya and the Misteel Tower Master landed almost at the same time. The dust began to dissipate, and a shadow slowly walked from the dust... Slowly appeared, and then appeared in their sight.

"This is?! Caddy?"

"Ok?"

At this moment, Kuroloya and the owner of the Misteel Tower showed shocking expressions on their faces at the same time... They stared incredulously at the guy who walked out of the sand and suddenly attacked them both.

What they saw in front of them was a warrior holding a large shield and a giant sword, and this warrior also had the very distinctive characteristics of an orc—this was an orc warrior, and he was also known to Kuroloa and the owner of the secret steel tower Orc Warrior!

Caddy.

A name that has been far away from them for a full hundred years—but they will never forget this name... Among the coalition forces a hundred years ago, the orc warrior named Kaidi was like the strongest shield, Companions resist attacks from enemies.

Kaidi always stood in front of everyone, and he never retreated. He used his shield and his body to defend his companions to the end. Even though he was exhausted, he still never fell down.

Even in death, it still stands.

"Kuloroa, it's not Kaidi!" Misteel frowned at this time, "Kaidi's body has been transported away, so it is impossible for it to still exist... Look more clearly, this is just a spirit body."

Gray-brown skin, dull eyes, and even a faintly blurred and transparent body... Kuroroya could see clearly and carefully, but this figure in his memory really brought back so many memories in him that a Time cannot extricate itself.

Kuroroya took a deep breath at this time, focused his attention on vigilance, and suddenly said: "It seems that regardless of whether it is true that Bailegang said that the group of demons had returned... this place is really weird."

While speaking, Kuroloya glanced around quickly.

The Misteel Pagoda Master also noticed it. He opened his palm, and a ball of light for lighting was lifted into the air from his palm, and instantly illuminated the surroundings of the long street.

Those are the figures of one after another...the forms of those companions who they could call out their names, who died in the final battle!

They are like the dead returning from hell...like ghosts, emerging from different places one after another, and gradually marching in!

"What is this..."

Kuroroya was dripping with cold sweat at the moment, such a weird thing made it difficult for him to keep calm at this moment.

The master of the secret steel tower forced himself to calm down, and quickly said: "Maybe who is doing it here... They can't be our former comrades-in-arms! Because after they died in battle, even their souls were swallowed by demons...except We couldn't find anything about their bodies at all."

Kuroroya let out a roar at this time, stepped on the street, and a crack stretched forward, "What the hell is that bastard! He actually insulted the undead of these heroes here! Get out! I will never forgive !"

But these spirit bodies in the form of soldiers who died in battle a hundred years ago seemed to be inaudible—under Kuroroya's roar and steps, they seemed to be stimulated by something, without hesitation It launched an attack on Kuroloa and Misteel!
The attacks of these spirit bodies are astonishingly powerful - they don't even look like spirit bodies at all, but living warriors from a hundred years ago!

"Iron lumps! How dare you say that you come here once a year for enchantment maintenance? Tell me where these guys came from?!"

Facing Kuroroya's accusation at this time, the owner of the secret steel tower of the association could not help but smile wryly. The only thing he could do was to let himself survive the attack of this large number of spirits safely.

"Kuloloa... If the appearance of these guys is a precursor to the return of those demons..." The owner of the secret steel tower suddenly said solemnly at this time: "After a hundred years of recuperation, the group of demons will become Is it stronger than before?"

"How do I know!" Kuroloya said angrily at the moment, "I just know! Even if those demons have not become stronger, they are still the same as a hundred years ago, and we may not be able to stop them! The new generation is too weak!"

The Tower Master of Misteel was silent for a moment, and then said: "Back then... there were still many who did not fight. Except for me, the tower masters, the thirteenth prince of the clan, your beast king... and some secret witches, and There is... the Holy See."

"Whoa! Those fuckers you're talking about?" Kuroloa snorted coldly, "Except for Huiyao, who didn't beat labor and management 50 years ago! Do you think I can't beat you! The new [Inhuman Domain] now What is the quality of the generation, you don't have any points in your own mind?"

The Misteel Tower Master smiled wryly again—this was the last smile he gave to Kuroroya.

Because in the next second, the head of the Misteel tower master was cut off by a sharp sword... right in front of Kuroroya.

No sign.

Mistel...dead.

"Iron bumps——!!!!"

(End of this chapter)