Lord of War

  The bright moonlight shone on the ground like a thin layer of silver yarn.

  In an empty valley, dozens of pallets are parked here, and densely packed goods are piled on them, but these goods seem to be some relatively large construction materials. There were people shaking in the valley, but the number did not seem to be many. As for the horses pulling the carts, none of them were seen, and it seemed a little more silent.

  But soon, the silence was completely broken.

  A rush of horseshoes echoed in this valley.

  Under the moonlight, a scarlet horse soon ran from the mountain pass. On the horse's back was a young man in a black robe.

This valley is a concave valley, walking around an unknown mountain range, surrounded by lush vegetation. At this time, there are a lot of timber and flat trucks stacked in the valley, plus a lot of soldiers walking back and forth. The entire valley looked extremely chaotic. However, the rider's speed at steering the horse did not slow down the slightest. The reins were arbitrarily pulled by him in his hands, and the horse under the crotch gently rubbed from other people or beside the cargo from a very subtle angle. However, it will not have any effect on people or things at all, and the speed of the horse has not weakened even a bit.

  Finally, after jumping over countless obstacles, the war horse finally came behind another black-robed man.

I saw that the rider on the horseback flipped his right wrist holding the rein slightly. After the rein was wrapped around his hand, he held it tightly in his hand again, and suddenly lifted it up. The horse under the hip immediately neighed. The person stood up, and the front hoofs kept stepping in the void. The lower body of the rider on the horseback did not move at all, only the upper body slightly adjusted with the horse's movements.

  The superb riding skills of the rider can be seen from this.

   "You are late." The black-robed man standing in front of the horse let out a soft cough, his voice was a little hoarse, and his physical fitness did not seem to be particularly good. The moonlight was shining on him at this time, and he could just see his skinny body. His withered face made him look more like a corpse. Where he is, the surrounding temperature seems to always drop rapidly.

  Warhorse seemed to dislike this atmosphere a little, so he slapped his nose fiercely, expelled a gust of heat, and took a few steps backwards. I don't know if it's because I'm afraid of the cold or I don't like the breath of the old man. The horse is trying to get as far away as possible from the old man.

  The rider on the horseback stretched out his hand and patted the horse's head fiercely. The force didn't seem to be great, but there was a dull noise. It wasn't until this time that this war horse was actually not a normal war horse. It was obviously a type of warcraft, but why it was tamed by the man on the horseback was a point that made people think about it.

  The man stretched out his hand and patted the horse as a warning, and there was no other action. He turned over and got off the horse, and then said: "I heard a very interesting news on the road, so I delayed a little."

  His voice seems to be relatively loud by nature, and he speaks like thunder and anger, and it seems that the whole valley is trembling vaguely. After seeing the old man’s noncommittal appearance, the bare-headed man smiled and said the second sentence: "The madmen of the Peace Council do not know what they are going crazy, and they have become extremely active. It is said that Christina He has already set off for the trading capital."

The old man, who had been acting very indifferently, finally showed a trace of fluctuations on his face at this moment. He stretched out a hand and gently stroked his left cheek. If it weren't for his hand trembling slightly, he couldn't see this moment at all. The mood swings of the old man. The bald man knew that this old man was actually about the same age as his own, and only after fighting against Christina of the Peace Council, did he become what he is today. It is no wonder that his mood fluctuates greatly.

   "Why?" After a long time, the old man finally uttered the second sentence.

"It is said that something went wrong in the Kingdom of Portoroa. No one knows the specifics. It's just that someone killed a demon over there, not a low-level demon, but what's the matter? No one knows." The bald man thought for a while, and decided to share the information with the old man. "So the Peace Council sent Christina to take action. In the end, only one target person was killed, and the remaining target persons were all gone……"

   "Gone?" The old hair let out a surprise.

"Yes, I'm gone, not escaping, because Christina had completely lost the traces of those people when she arrived." The bald man continued, "At present, only those people from the other party have been traced to the trading capital. I don’t know the situation at all.... But all the lurkers around the trade capital have been awakened. It seems that the Peace Association is serious this time."

   "That group of people are lunatics." After a moment of silence, the old man finally said another sentence, but there was a vague excitement in his voice, "Where is Christina?"

"I knew you would say that." The bald man laughed, and I knew it like this on his face. "Currently, we are heading to the trade capital. If we are lucky, we should be able to meet outside the trade capital. He meets...Well, anyway, the business promised to that employer has been done, and the rest is his own business, it is better for me to accompany you."

"This is my personal business." After leaving this sentence coldly, the old man turned and walked in the direction of Taniguchi. He didn't walk fast, but if you look closely, you can find that this old man is not useful. The legs were walking, but it was more like floating-gray mist emerged from under the old man’s black robe, holding the old man quickly swept forward, and wherever he passed, the flowers and plants were withering. The earth was also cracking quickly, like a dead place, leaving only a light gray dead end.

   Seeing the old man turned around and left, and the speed was extremely fast, he was almost at Taniguchi in a blink of an eye, and the bald man was also anxious. After turning on his horse, he shouted, "Wait for me!"

Having said that, with the kick of both legs, the horse made a crisp neigh, and flames suddenly appeared from the crimson body, especially the four hooves were enveloped by a layer of flame, and when it rushed up in a flash, it stayed on the ground. Down a road of blazing flames.

  Two paths, one red and one gray, went straight from the valley to the outside, until the two of them disappeared completely on the horizon.

And almost when these two people just came out of the valley, the countless swaying figures in the valley stopped instantly. These figures had extreme fear in their eyes. They seemed to want to scream in horror, but no matter how they opened their mouths, There is no sound. After a while, these figures suddenly swelled up, like an inflated balloon, becoming larger and larger, and finally made a "bang" explosion. All the dark shadows in the entire valley exploded in an instant, and the gray-black powder became It spread across the entire valley in an instant, completely covering the moonlight, as if covered with a black curtain.

  After a long time, when the moonlight shone into this valley again, there was no trace of any living beings in the whole valley. Even because of a layer of gray sand on the ground, the temperature of the entire valley dropped sharply, almost almost reaching the point of freezing.

  At this moment, there is a garrison outside the valley. They witnessed the departure of the two black-robed men, and they also knew the name of the organization to which the two black-robed men belonged.

  Dead thorns.

  Anyone who knows something about this organization will be afraid of their members. Nothing else, just because none of the people in this organization are normal people. They are either believers of the devil, or admirers of the devil, or simply undead creatures or slaves of darkness, but no matter what these people are in the end. What identity or species, the only thing in common is that they have great strength and despise all existences whose strength is not as good as their own.

  Waiting for a long time after the two people left, the garrison of less than 500 people finally breathed a sigh of relief, and everyone's face felt a surviving aftermath. The gap between the two sides is too great, the oppressive aura even they can't bear, but at this moment even if the two have left, no one dared to enter the valley.

  Vaguely, it seems that you can still feel the powerful dark power rising into the sky in the valley.

  ...At this moment, far away from the valley here, there is a city that has fallen into darkness.

  It's not that the city has encountered any troubles, but that the people in this city have no energy to toss about life in the middle of the night after a day of hard work. Most of them fell asleep hastily after dinner, because tomorrow will be another hard day, at least such a day will last a very long time.

   However, just when the whole city fell into silence, in a hotel, two people suddenly opened their eyes and sat up.

  The gazes of these two men all looked to the southwest, and a hint of surprise flashed in their eyes.

"Sean..." Cecilia turned her head and looked at Sean who was sleeping on the other bed. Her voice suddenly trembled. In her perception, there was a magical beam of light almost skyrocketing to the southwest. With the emergence of this magical beam of light, an extremely rich breath of life is rapidly being lost. It is a mixed emotion of death, despair and fear. The more sensitive people are, the more they can feel this breath.

Sean got up and walked to Cecilia's side, patted her back gently, soothing her emotions, and the smile on her face was very gentle: "It's okay, it's just a burst of magical light... But this way. Well, at least we know where the things we want to find are, and we also know the fate of those who have been kidnapped."

  Listening to Sean’s comfort, Cecilia was still a little frightened, but emotionally a little better.

It’s just that where Cecilia couldn’t see it, Sean’s face became extremely gloomy: "I didn’t expect it to be a death thorn... I just hope that these guys are not targeted actions, otherwise it’s really not right now. The strength is against them."