The cypress floor swayed slowly and slightly. The light and shadow coming in from the grilled windows contained a sense of tranquility. The faint fragrance of paper filled the air. A layer of flowing debris was sprinkled on the black soft velvet robe.
Golden, and the increasingly pale hand gently turned over a page, and a dry crisp sound came from the silence. Close it, and then put it on the desk. The sunlight reflected the silver border on the title page and the characters full of magical power.
He had to shine. He cast his gaze out the window, his narrowed eyes filled with deep nostalgia.
There are floating clouds outside the window, and there are vines hanging down from the bluestone platform, which is so green...
It's April, the sun is gradually becoming harsh, the Lake of Stars is full of complaints from travelers, and a priest with an unsightly face is standing at the door of the Temple of Petera. However, there is a lively and prosperous scene in the wild, and the lakeside
The meadow is woven into a green carpet, with flowers in full bloom, dotted with moonbells and cornflowers unique to the South; the woods on one side of the country road are part of the secluded forest, and the aged trees have emerald-like crowns, while the golden
The beam of light penetrates the gaps between the branches and leaves, revealing the figures of the beautiful animals in the depths. The wind flows down from the Yunwu Mountains. This is the east wind with a wild atmosphere. It crosses the vast forest of the netherworld and comes to
Here, although it has become faint, there are still sparkling golden lights in the Star Lake. There are large clumps of reeds on the shore in the distance, and water lily leaves are floating on the waterside. The rookies who have just entered this world and the wrapped
Veterans wearing thick traveler's cloaks passed by in the countryside.
There were two outstanding adventurers among the mixed crowd. The first was an elf with long silver hair. The silk was divided to the back of the head and temples, where it was braided into small braids. The flat forehead was revealed, and underneath
She has slender eyebrows, beautiful sapphire blue eyes, and of course the pointed ears. The slightly curved lip line is also very sexy, which attracts the attention of many members of the opposite sex. This elf is wearing a well-cut dark blue tights.
Silver silk threads were used to outline delicate patterns on it, and the trousers were dark and straight. Only the dusty leather boots showed that he had just experienced a long trip.
A somewhat dazzling black chain flail hung on his waist. Three small iron balls with spikes hanging on the chain made a heart-wrenching noise when they collided with each other. There was still some dark brown blood remaining on the spikes.
The owner of the weapon also wore a pair of mail gloves with a beautiful silver rose printed on the back.
Silver Vislan...the paradise. It is exactly the place I imagined in my dream. This is a blessing from Saint Tanret! But having said that, thanks to the blessing of this mission, we have the opportunity to go south." Kuian
The voice of the earth is also very nice, like talking softly or singing softly. This is a privilege given to elves and elf players by the main system. "There is no war, no killing, and it is truly worthy of its reputation..."
The man behind the elf nodded. This guy has a striking height. He is almost two heads taller than Kuian. A pair of blue eyes are deeply set in the eye sockets, the cheekbones are high, and the eyebrows and short eyebrows are beautiful and shallow.
Gray, with somewhat dark skin, he is a human. He wears a thick full-body armor. Although the metal surface reflects a faint silver light, it has turned into a dull gray overall. The double-layered shoulder armor is near the neck.
Stand up and form a semicircle around the side of the neck, which does not affect flexibility and ensures defense of weak parts. The breastplate is etched with a beautiful rose emblem. The iron gloves also have the same pattern. The entire set of armor is covered with
There were various degrees of cuts and friction, as well as some repair marks, showing that this was a warrior who had experienced hundreds of battles.
He also wore a somewhat shabby cloak, but in comparison, his terrifying giant sword attracted everyone's attention - the sword was over six feet long, two palms wide, without a scabbard. The blade had a cold light on it and the hand guard
Spread out like the wings of an angel. The handle of the sword is wrapped in leather, but it has been polished to a certain shine. Wild grape vines and a strange coat of arms are lightly carved into the spine of the sword. It looks like an abstract multi-headed dragon...
Whenever there is an opportunity for turmoil, we must do our best. And do it at any cost."
Sirent nodded. What a guy. But before that, there are a lot of private tasks for Archbishop Andrew. Really, hey!"
Serende listened quietly.
Kuian changed the topic to himself, "But underneath the calm surface of the South, there is actually a hidden murderous intent. Serende, will you join me this time to eliminate all enemies that stand in the way of the truth?"
"Entrust it! Well, let me see, this is the request of the Sage of Light."
Serent felt the giant sword behind him vibrate slightly, then he raised his head and stopped. "Yes," Serent said in a low voice.
Kui'an's beautiful eyes glanced back and forth at the picturesque scenery by Xingchen Lake, but suddenly he seemed to have come back to his senses, and his sapphire blue eyes reflected a clarity, "Oh, my friend, what did you just say?
Sorry, I was distracted..." He scratched his head, his cheeks slightly red. He responded. "Selente has long been used to this characteristic of friends, so he added it unsurprisingly...
"Oh. It means there are some dangerous things nearby. Which direction?"
Serent narrowed his eyes and cast his gaze towards the Town of Everdark.
At this moment, in the town of eternal darkness——
Kansat Agni, the owner of the Cast Iron Inn. Although he has a hot temper, he has completely inherited the warm and hospitable temperament of his people. With strong wine, barbecue, and friends, a private banquet is already half done. At least in
This old dwarf thinks so in his heart. The old guy has a big nose unique to dwarves, red and black skin, a big beard tied with a bright brass ring, short hands and thick feet. In addition to liking to wear a simple set of sailor shirts
In appearance, he has all the characteristics that a dwarf should have, and can almost be called a typical dwarf.
Naturally, he welcomes his own people, especially in a place far away from home.
But it’s definitely not the one in front of me!——
He is about the same height as himself, has a big nose, slightly dark skin, and bright eyes, but he can't hide the strong sense of wind and frost. There is a beautiful and thick curly beard on his lips, with a pair of beautiful copper rings tied at the end.
, of course, most of the alpine dwarves in their Cloud Mountains have this kind of virtue. At least in the eyes of foreigners.
But this guy wears an old sentry helmet, which is covered with battle scars, and the metal is a little clearer; a beautiful full-body armor is tightly covering his body, and the armor is forged with a special technique.
It feels like there are layers of feathers, but it has a layer of deep red and looks a little crystal clear. It can be seen that this is a truly battle-hardened warrior, unlike those who use gold coins to pile up their clothes.
The rookies with flashy outfits are different. In the society of dwarves, such guys are worthy of respect.
And these are not the key. The key is that this guy is almost pressing his whole body weight on the bar of the bar. Well, rather than standing, he is more like sticking there like a slug, with shining eyes.
, staring at old Kansat's strong drink and salivating. What is even more intolerable to the latter is that this guy's stinginess is almost comparable to those famous misers buried deep in history.
"This bastard is not like the heroic mountain dwarfs of the Cloud and Mist Mountains. What a disgrace!" Old Kansat thought angrily in his heart. Omodin! If it weren't for the sake of this guy's shining axe.
If it weren't for the still-dry blood on the blade of the axe, old Kansat would have sworn on the dwarf god's beard that he would have driven this guy out - without mercy.
"Hey, I mean old man! No, man! Look, how about we discuss it?" After more than half a year of traveling alone, Wrought Iron's voice seems to be getting louder and louder. In short, he uses this ability to
The voice that spread throughout the lobby on the first floor of the bar said. Don't worry about the impact at all.
"No way, absolutely not! Damn it, please understand, there is no possibility!" Old Kansat said with all his last patience.
"Damn it, I'm just buying you a barrel of wine at half the price! What a stingy old guy, he's so fussy about everything, it's not the style of us dwarves at all!" Wrought Iron said boringly, anyway, he was determined to keep the last dozen coins in his pocket tight.
Silver coins. As for the treasure shared from King Asuo's secret treasure, half of it has been transferred to reality, and the other half has long been squandered by him and the wild stone - recasting the griffon feather, adding a wine barrel and a rice barrel, even if it is
No amount of money is enough.
Old Kansat was completely irritated by Wrought Iron's last words. In fact, it was already difficult for the grumpy dwarf to endure it until now. He stood up, slapped the table, and roared with a thick neck: "Omo
Ding, are you trying to cause trouble or something else? I, old Kansat, am not someone to be trifled with!"
The old dwarf's roar successfully attracted the attention of everyone in the bar. Of course, most of them looked like they were watching a show. As for the other eyes, God knows what thoughts they contained.
Wrought Iron was shaken to his core, and then a blush appeared on his dark face, "Asshole, from the north to the south, no one who can threaten my Wrought Iron has been born yet!" He grabbed +3 Allen Shine, and his beard suddenly twitched.
It turned up. Well... it's better not to cause trouble, then... that, the captain said." A big hand stretched out from behind and pressed the dwarf's shoulder. Its owner was a half-orc that was rare among players. That ugly face
There was a simple and honest expression on his face, and he was a little anxious. He was carrying a sharp orc double-headed axe. The ax blade was horribly curved. Although it was full of fine gaps, the mottled blood stains made people dare not underestimate it.
Looking at its power, it adds a bit of simplicity; the pitch-black ax surface absorbs the surrounding light, occasionally giving people the illusion of being tortured... The hand that took off the wild stone shouted angrily.
. Stunned, he also raised his weapon, "Then... let me help you with the forged iron."
But this time Forge Iron stopped him in turn. The dwarf calmed down and wiped some sweat on his forehead. He murmured: "Forget it... that mage is still very scary. I don't want to be unlucky."
Old Kansat snorted as if he was victorious, but looking at the frightened expression on his face, he must have breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. Wrought Iron stared at this guy angrily, although he didn't dare to take action. But the look in his eyes was still
Ai could return the favor. In a short period of time, the two of them stared at each other like crabs.
There was a burst of disappointed sighs around, mixed with some yelling...
At this time, the light at the door of the bar dimmed, and two figures, one tall and one short, were already standing there; Kuian's beautiful blue eyes scanned the entire bar, and the elf player always had that faint smile on his face.
, but there is a hint of arrogance. His face reminds me of that damn poet Yun." Wrought Iron seems to have come into this world just to cause trouble.
Qui'an's eyes drifted here, staying on the dwarf's face for a moment, and then moved in other directions indifferently. "Salent, it's too noisy here, I don't like it, but that noble lady should be there in a moment."
Come on." He said.
Seren nodded.
The elf took a few steps into the bar. In fact, most eyes were focused on him at this time. The entire hall was even a little quiet, and he didn't know where the noise came from. Then Kuian gave up a position to the side and carried the giant bag.
The sword paladin stepped in slowly, his sharper blue eyes passing over everyone's head like shining bayonets.
"Knights with swords, Silver Veslanders...!" Several knowledgeable guys whispered from the corner of the bar.
Several guys stood up and wanted to escape. Unfortunately, it was a little late. Kuian raised his right hand, his long and thin fingers reflecting a layer of red light: "Detect evil." The guys who stood up immediately radiated or deep red light.
Or light red light, there are a few more in the hall, and two more on the south side.
At this moment, the regular customers who had seen this scene too many times immediately understood what was going to happen next. But the newbies were at a loss and didn't know it.
The guy closest to Kuian met his death first. In fact, he had just drawn out the scimitar under his cloak and was about to resist. A simple giant sword had already wiped off his head. Blood mist spurted out, and the headless corpse staggered.
He rushed forward a few steps and fell down. Reasonable." The elf priest said. At this moment, the smile on his face had disappeared and was replaced by a cold expression.
Serent shook off the blood beads on the giant sword and remained silent. Everyone yelled in unison, and at the same time they jumped over the low table to double-team Quai'an. They planned to attack from a pincer attack. But Quai'an
How could we let these two guys achieve their wish easily? The Elf Priest turned slightly to one side and raised his right arm, and the black flail jingled in his hand without knowing when.
The seemingly slender arm suddenly burst out with extremely powerful power. Three black meteors pierced the space, "Evil, defeat me!" The flail drew a weird curve and wrapped around the weapon of the man on the right, with a crash and tightly
The ground was twisted.
At the same time, Serent's giant sword blocked the way of the man on the left. He returned to the long sword. But Kuian pulled back suddenly, and the guy stumbled. After a moment's hesitation, his forehead was already pressed against the opponent's somewhat cold ground.
Mail gloves.
"Cause serious injury."
There was a flash of blood, and the guy's head was evaporated directly by the violent negative energy. At the same time, Selunte also solved his opponent. Several guys in the hall saw that the situation was not good, so they rushed towards
They ran to the second floor, knowing that as long as they ran into the private space there, there would be nothing these defenders could do.
"Stop them, these guys must accept the trial of truth." Kuian gave the order coldly. In fact, no reminder was needed, Serent had already rushed up. And Kuian himself also blocked the stairs leading to the second floor on the right, as long as
If you hold on to this critical intersection, the opponent will have no way to escape.
At this time, the eyes of the two players with evil red light on their bodies in the south flashed with a hint of surprise. Although Kuian and Serende blocked the way out of the group of people one after another, they also gave way at the same time.
The passage on the other side of the bar door. Obviously, this was an opportunity. The two guys exchanged a look and quietly slipped over there.
"Over there, let's run away!" Unfortunately, there was no shortage of players in the bar who were worried about the world being in chaos, so they immediately shouted to remind Kuian.
The two escaping players secretly hated each other, but they could not go back and die at this moment. They could only speed up and rush towards the door. They knew that at this distance, even the terrible priest was only out of reach. Of course, these two guys still felt that
Thinking about it, I secretly vowed to take revenge on that talkative guy when I get the chance.
However, what greeted them was not freedom, but a dazzling white sword light - as qualified evil players, they were very familiar with the meaning of this white light.
"Repent, evil guys! Slay the evil!" A clear female voice sounded along with the sword light. This voice contained pride, pride and even a trace of childishness. And Wrought Iron blinked, and the dwarf felt that this voice was a little bit...
Familiar, yes, very familiar.
The two unlucky guys didn't even have time to resist, and they were killed on the spot. Well, I never said that evil players must be advanced players...
A pair of silver iron boots stepped into the bar, with a beautiful bloody rose printed on the boots; of course, there was also her unique holy sword!