The sun was shining brightly, Lin Qi and his party wrapped in black cloaks and left the rented courtyard, slowly walking towards the only gate of the Melting Pot Castle. (Temple)
Groups of dwarves and goblins were running rampant on the street. They were holding wine bottles, waving their thick arms and shouting. They were a group of miners and blacksmiths who had just finished work. To these rough-and-tumble guys,
, dig ore, smelt steel, and then drink ale to their heart's content. This is their life, this is their ideal, this is the life they dream of.
Avoiding these bold-minded guys, Lin Qi and his party slowly walked out of the lava castle.
The powerful mental power covered the space for several miles, and Lin Qi could clearly sense that nearly a hundred goblins were following him from a distance along a dozen nearby alleys. They did not know what means they used to respond to each other, forming a formation.
A large invisible net controlled his group at the core. Some goblins had bulging sleeves, and occasionally when they moved, the cuffs would reflect the cold light of arrows.
Obviously, these guys have small arm crossbows tied to their arms. This kind of thing is strictly controlled in all countries in the mainland. It is not clear where these goblins got such a close-range killing weapon.
There were dozens of dwarves with gloomy faces, wearing heavy plate armor, following far behind. They held wine bottles in one hand and drank strong wine, and walked quickly forward carrying heavy axes in the other hand. Along the way they
I met several patrolling guards of the Lava Castle, but these guards turned a blind eye to the arrogant behavior of these dwarves.
"It's interesting. The power of the Assassin's Guild in the Principality of Montenegro surprised me!" Lin Qi curled his lips slightly.
Donkey, who was covered with a layer of black cloth to block the horrific wounds that were slowly healing, glanced at Lin Qi in surprise: "Sir, don't you know that there is another name in the Principality of Montenegro called 'Assassin's Nest'?
The largest training camp of the Assassin's Guild is located deep in the mountains of the Principality of Montenegro. Of course, even I don't know where that training camp is. (Temple)"
Lin Qi raised his eyebrows, is there any other way to say this?
The Principality of Montenegro is full of mountains, with rugged and steep mountains everywhere. The terrain here is complex, and many places are dangerous and desperate. Ordinary people will die if they get close enough. For assassins, the complex terrain is indeed a must for various training and
The best place for training. The Assassin Guild places its largest assassin training camp in the Principality of Montenegro, and it obviously has its reasons.
But this was not good news for Lin Qi and the others. They rushed into the important stronghold of the Assassin's Guild. God knows how many assassins had already set up dragnets at this time. Lin Qi didn't know how efficient the Assassin's Guild was, but he
Knowing that he had only one choice - to leave the Montenegro Principality before Yun Jun arrived.
Striding out of the main entrance of the lava castle, Lin Qi and his party walked down the mountain city along the winding winding road, and then randomly chose an avenue to go east. Alda and Bilibili lifted Xiong Wanjin, and the group
Heading east as fast as possible. The group even created a distorted afterimage in the air. Ordinary pedestrians on the road could only feel a strong wind passing by, but they could not see who was passing by them.
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There are mines everywhere in the Principality of Montenegro, and there is no land suitable for farming at all. Therefore, the people of the Principality of Montenegro live in a city. There are no villages or towns from other countries outside the city. Lin Qi and others left the Furnace Castle thirty miles away.
Finally, no other pedestrians could be seen on the empty road. Lin Qi, who had the best eyesight, looked around and couldn't see any human beings near or far.
After continuing to march ten miles, a row of heavily armored werewolf soldiers stopped in front of everyone.
These werewolves are covered in black hair and are two meters tall. Their heavy armor is extremely sophisticated. All werewolf soldiers have a bloody mark the size of a thumb branded on their foreheads - in the Western Continent, this twisted snake-like mark represents slaves.
This is a group of slave soldiers.
A full thousand werewolf slaves formed a silent formation in front of Lin Qi and his party. A group of two hundred werewolf slaves at the front of the church held heavy shields, and the two-meter-high square heavy shields were connected with each other with latches.
Interlocked with iron chains, they formed a solid city wall. Behind them were 600 werewolf slaves holding powerful crossbows, and at the end were 200 extremely stout slaves holding horse-killing swords in both hands.
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Lin Qi and others stopped a hundred meters away from the thousand werewolf slaves. After looking at these slaves, Lin Qi couldn't help but exclaimed: "What a big deal, the Grand Duke of Montenegro actually allowed the Assassin's Guild to be on his own
Will the army be mobilized within the country?”
The sound of low footsteps came slowly, and two groups of dwarf warriors lined up on the left and right slowly approaching from a distance. These dwarf warriors, wearing heavy armor and holding war hammers in their hands, were pouring strong drinks from their mouths.
Panting heavily, he stared at Lin Qi and his group with a ferocious smile.
The people on the mainland have the impression of dwarves that they are a race that is occasionally rough-tempered and a little greedy for gold coins, but has a bold personality and can be trusted, socialized, and can become friends and even comrades-in-arms. But these dwarf warriors in front of them, from them,
I can't see any advantages of the dwarves. Their faces are twisted and ferocious, and their eyes are ferocious and violent, just like a group of perverted murderers, with the smell of blood and killing exuding from every pore of them.
Light, deliberately heavy footsteps came from behind everyone.
Lin Qi knew that this was a group of dark elves without looking back. These dark darlings were all handsome and beautiful. They wore soft black leather armor and held stabbing swords, scimitars, longbows and other weapons that elves are good at using. They were deliberately
They stepped up and surrounded everyone from behind. They moved extremely fast, and each person brought up two or three looming afterimages when they walked. There is no doubt that it is very sad to be targeted by a group of dark elves.
It is impossible for ordinary people to escape their pursuit.
A sound of beast sounds came from the sky, and more than a hundred jet-black eagle-headed beasts waved their huge wings and slowly circled down from the sky. These giant beasts were more than three meters long and had a wingspan of more than six meters.
There were two or three black-clothed mages sitting on the beast's back.
These mages were holding magic staffs, and their robes did not have the emblems and logos of mages that are common in mainland China. Therefore, Lin Qi could not tell which type of magicians they were. However, the surging magic power emanating from them could be felt, and at least one of them was
There are also two black magicians in the realm of saints.
Two Saint-level black magicians, this is extremely amazing. Black magic is famous for its weirdness and cruelty. If a Saint-level black magician performs a conspiracy, even Saint-level magicians of other categories may be killed by them. .Coupled with hundreds of other magicians of heavenly rank and status, this magical power can only be described as 'luxurious'. The court magicians of some smaller kingdoms do not have such a scale.
These eagle-headed beasts are completely black, as black as the deepest night. Among these pitch-black eagle-headed beasts, there is one that is more than five meters long, and its hair is glowing with magnificent purple, with a faint black halo. Surrounding this huge monster.
A handsome young man in his early twenties, wearing a purple robe, stood on the back of this outstanding eagle-headed beast, looking down at Lin Qi and his party. Lin Qi looked at this young man and instinctively He thought of the arrogant Yun Jun suspended in front of him.
This young man's face is 90% similar to that of Yun Jun, and he is equally arrogant and arrogant. Moreover, he is more immature arrogant and arrogant, more pampered, domineering and unruly than Yun Jun. He crossed his arms across his chest, looked down at Lin Qi and his group with a contemptuous smile, and suddenly sighed heavily.
"Are you the ones worthy of Father's death order?"
Lin Qi looked at the young man in purple in surprise: "You mean, father? Your father is Yun Jun?"
The young man in purple puffed up his chest, nodded heavily, and said proudly: "I am my father's 1,080th legitimate son! Remember, the person who took your lives today was the number one genius of the Acacia family, Yun Xiaojun. !”
Yunjun’s 1,080th legitimate son! Lin Qi is silent, Donkey is ashamed, Alda is envious, Xiong Wanjin is horrified, and Bilibili is at a loss!
"The number one genius of the Acacia family!" Lin Qi sighed heavily: "May I ask you, who is Geng Geng this year?" Lin Qi used the lingua franca of the Eastern Continent. Facing Lord Yunxiao, Lin Qi felt that it was better to use Dongfang. Common language is more appropriate.
Yun Xiaojun took one step forward and slowly descended from the high altitude. Circles of gentle wind surrounded his body, and he slowly fell to the ground, as if a god had descended. He stood proudly less than three meters away from Lin Qi. He held his head high and sneered: "My young master... I am only... thirty-eight years old! But I am already at the lower level of a saint. At my age and with such a level of cultivation, don't I count? genius?"
Lin Qi was shocked, he was only thirty-eight years old? He was already a low-ranking saint at the age of twenty-four? This Lord Yunxiao really has the capital to be arrogant.
But the donkey on the side suddenly laughed strangely: "Grandson, I will fuck you. You are thirty-eight years old. Are you thirty-eight twenty-four or thirty-eight? Hehe, if you are two When you are fourteen, you can brag, but if you are thirty-eight..."
Yun Xiaojun's face became distorted, he gritted his teeth and said gloomily: "I am thirty-eight years old this year, so what?"
The donkey let out a long sigh, threw away the black cloth covering his body, and stood up slowly: "My thirty-eight-year-old grandson, please face this cruel world! Even if you think you are a genius in your heart. Genius number one, but you shouldn’t be standing so close to us!”
Before Yun Xiaojun could recover, Lin Qi, Donkey and Alda had already pounced on him.
As soon as Lin Qi grew taller, he grabbed Yun Xiaojun's neck.
The donkey slapped Yun Xiaojun on the face with a heavy hoof, causing his nose to bleed and his teeth to fly.
Alda pinched Yunxiao-Jun's lower body in an extremely vulgar manner. Yunxiao-Jun screamed in pain, and all his fighting energy collapsed in an instant, and he could no longer raise any strength.
Bilibili had already emerged from under Lin Qi's crotch, swung the dagger and stabbed Yunxiao Jun in the butt.
There were two sounds of 'Puff, Puff', and two blood arrows spurted out from Yun Xiaojun's buttocks.
