This trial conference is definitely highly anticipated. Although it is a trial of Ruger in name, everyone knows that Ruger is just an excuse, and the person he is really targeting is Durand.

The square in front of the Hunter Hall where the Judgment Conference was arranged. This square is already quite old. The stone slabs used to lay the ground are light brown, and many of them can be seen with different degrees of wear and tear at the joints of the stone slabs. The square is not small, but it is too difficult to accommodate the entire Pastor City. There is still an hour before the start of the Judgment Conference, and the square is already crowded, and there are crowds gathering from all directions to join in the fun. After all, such events cannot be seen casually.

Apart from the Hunter Hall, there are no buildings around the square, only streets leading to all parts of the city. This is the core of the entire Pastor City, not only the center of power, but also the gathering place for all roads.

To the east of the square is an unusually wide boulevard that extends straight to the east of the city, leading straight to the upper city area.

If Durand came, then this should be the way he was going.

Therefore, people's eyes couldn't help but keep scanning the intersection.

Of course, what attracted more attention was the one that was not luxurious but a little simple. The half-stone and half-wood judge was only two people high and low, and the area was not large, but no one dared to easily get within five meters. If you look at it from a high altitude, the entire square was densely packed with people, and only a circle of blank space was left around the platform.

Most of the people present were hunters, including powerful six-star and seven-star hunters, as well as low-level hunters who had just stepped into the hunter circle.

The Shepherd's City is a dark city. Most of the strong men gathered here are from the dark world. Many of them are hypocritical, but a considerable number of them look "unusual" at first glance, either ferocious, hateful, or strange...

People whispered to each other, and expressed speculation and opinions on what was about to happen.

A handsome but somewhat immature young hunter touched a person beside him, leaned closer, and laughed in a low voice: "Hey, man, I am Jacks, what do you call me? Haha, I met for the first time, I met you, do you think it will be possible to develop into a shocking war? One side is Durand, the other side is the three Madonna Cars... Wow, it makes me excited to think about it."

The young hunter saw that he had just arrived at the Shepherd's City not long ago, otherwise he would not have done anything that would easily cause hostility like touching others. However, the person touched seemed easy to talk, and turned around with a smile, and said gently: "Little brother, forgive me for being prone. According to your strength, if a war really breaks out later, a little aftermath of the battle may kill you. If you really want to see the Judgment Conference, it is better to stay away."

This man has long gray hair, which seems to be casually scattered behind his head, and hangs all the way down to the bottom of his buttocks. The ends of his hair are trimmed neatly. He looks a little old and has a neutral appearance. Although he can't tell the man and the woman, he is surprisingly very beautiful and very attractive.

The young hunter laughed and patted his chest and said, "Don't worry, I, Jacks, have always been very lucky. There are so many people here, how could he hit me? Hey, are these two guys your friends?"

There were two people standing beside the gray-haired man, a cardamom girl with bright eyes and a smile on her face, and a young man in black robe with a tall and expressionless face.

The young man was obviously a familiar person. He walked up and introduced himself openly, then asked curiously: "Are all three hunters? I have been to the Shepherd City for a while, why have I never seen you before?"

The gray-haired man smiled and said nothing. The young man in black robe looked motionless, as if he had heard nothing. The girl in purple-eyed smiled and asked without answering, "How long will it take for your so-called 'a period'?"

The young hunter turned red, scratched his head, and said, "Hehe, this... is actually only more than two months old."

The girl sighed softly and said softly: "It's been more than two months. It's a miracle that your temperament can live for so long. I think it's better to go home obediently, otherwise you may not know how you died in our Shepherd's City... Grey Snake, help him."

"What? Sister?" The young hunter was confused and heard the gray-haired man beside him nodded, and then his entire sight was occupied by a glittering glitter. His eyes quickly turned light gray, and then he nodded and said in a bit of silence: "Okay, I'll go home now and don't join in the fun here." Then he turned around and squeezed out of the crowd.

The girl with purple eyes still smiled. She had a young appearance, but she had a calm and flexible temperament. The young man in black robe was not moved by everything around him, and his slight gaze always fell on the judgment table in the center of the square.

The gray-haired man suddenly closed his eyes and sensed it for a moment, then opened it again, and said quietly: "The White Tiger doesn't seem to be coming."

"With her personality, it is unlikely to come to such an occasion." The purple-eyed girl smiled softly: "And it is also possible that the White Tiger has actually arrived, but you didn't notice it. I think this possibility is even greater."

The gray-haired man was not angry when he heard this. Instead, he nodded and said, "It's indeed very likely."

At this time, the young man in black who had not spoken suddenly said, "Red Eagle and the others are here."

The purple-eyed girl and the gray-haired man immediately looked up and saw a heart-pounding dark light suddenly lit up on the judgment table, and then quickly condensed into the shape of a portal. The black light door fluctuated several times in a row, and the red eagle, silver fox, and bobcat walked out one after another, and followed the young waiter who was wearing a mage robe. The young waiter was holding the unmovable Ruge in his hand.

Without any luxurious and grand entry or any deliberate gimmicks, the three Red Eagles appeared on the judges table in a plain manner.

Apart from the Red Eagle, neither the Silver Fox nor the Bobcat brought any minions.

The three of them stood side by side on the trial stand, their eyes slowly swept across the crowd, and the scene immediately became quiet. For a moment, the square filled with people was so quiet that it was heard!

There is nothing more shocking to the hunters than the three legendary Madonna Cars in front of each other!

The Red Eagle three didn't need any pomp.

They stand there and they are pomp.

At this time, the black light gate slowly dissipated behind the three of them. The purple-eyed girl in the crowd smacked her lips and nodded and praised: "This is the secret technique of Red Eagle. Tsk tsk, among the seven of us, he is probably the one who has learned the most of all kinds of messy jobs..."

After the Hongying and the other two appeared, they did not say anything. At this time, more than ten minutes before the trial meeting officially began. The three of them closed their eyes slightly, and they didn't look anxious at all, waiting patiently. The young waiter with a somewhat sick expression took Ruge to the side of the platform without saying a word, and then stood in the corner of the platform, with his cold eyes constantly scanning the surroundings.

At this time, almost no one in the audience spoke again.

People's eyes flashed, looked at the three cars on the stage, turned their heads and looked at the boulevard that led directly to the upper city area, and their heartbeats were accelerating involuntarily.

Time passes by minute by minute...

It was less than five minutes before the beginning, and Durand had not appeared yet.

Many people in the crowd couldn't help but start to stumble. An old man with a thin figure leaned into his companion's ear and said, "That Durand, you shouldn't be scared, why didn't you show up yet? Time is coming soon!"

"Worry," the companion made a gesture of silence and said with his mouth: "Wait a minute, this trial conference is targeted at Durand, he should have to come. Be patient! Are there five minutes left?"

After three minutes, Durand still did not show up.

Some low-pitched discussions were heard involuntarily in the crowd. People looked at me and I looked at you, and they were a little confused. Ruger on the judgment table knelt on the ground, his whole body unable to move under the influence of magical confinement. His fat face had been thinner for several times, his face was gray, and he looked at the intersection leading to the upper city without any effort, and the despair in his eyes became stronger and stronger.

On the contrary, the six Madden City cars present were all calm and composed. Whether it was the Red Eagle, Silver Fox, Bobcat on the Judgment Stage, or the Purple Rat, Gray Snake, and Black Panther under the Stage, they all stood there patiently, without any strangeness.

With only two minutes left, Ruger has given up his last hope.

One minute...

The red eagle, who had been slightly closed, suddenly raised its eyelids, and a cold and electric light burst out from its blood-red eyes. The cold eyes, like swords and electricity, were directly towards the intersection of the tree-lined avenue.

Almost at the same time, the other cars also looked slightly and looked up.

The car's reaction immediately fell into the eyes of everyone below the stage, and someone shouted softly: "Durand is here!" In an instant, countless gazes flashed and looked towards the east of the square.

Two figures appeared silently at the intersection.

A man was wearing a wide black robe and carrying an iron hammer. His neck was covered in his robe. Above the neck, he was thorny with a terrifying head, half a skeleton and half a flesh. It was Kent. He followed him step by step, maintaining his humility just right.

Of course, Durand is the one who walks in front of Kent.

In a common aristocratic uniform in mainland China, with shoulder-length hair casually spreading, Durand appeared slowly at the intersection of the street where countless sights were focused, and it looked like a noble young master going out for a trip. However, anyone who saw the huge and overwhelming dwarf musket on his shoulder would understand that Durand's indifference and ease on his face were just an illusion.

Walking slowly into the square, Durand stood still, raised his eyes, and his eyes directly passed the dark crowd in the square, landing on the faces of the three cars on the trial stand.
Chapter completed!