In terms of the game stage, it should be a month ago, although in terms of real time, it was ten days ago, when Yuntian had just expanded the entire team, but no matter how you put it... well, the story begins.
The time was ten days ago. (Hand-typed novel)
It was a dark and windy night for a month. The weather in the north was a bit cold. The NPCs all wore thicker clothes. Autumn and winter in the Principality of Korosa are the coldest, and the extremely realistic weather in the game
The system will also make some modifications and adjustments in a timely manner. Of course, this may not necessarily be of any benefit to the players. Many people complained about this system, but with Ye Chengkai's character, the result is of course that he went his own way.
The magic lights are still on in the streets of Pileon City. As one of the early cities of the Kingdom of Korosa, this city is the birthplace of the half-elves. For these guys who are stained with the blood of the elves, luxury is
It is just one of the pronouns, so at night, you can see the extremely bright lights on the streets everywhere - it is said that the city of Pyrenees spends a lot of money on magic lights every year.
On the brightly lit street, a cold wind suddenly blew by. Geraint pulled the cloak around him. The cold wind blew in through the armor, which made him feel a little bit cold. He had just walked around the corner of a street.
When he came out, there was endless darkness behind him, like a demon waiting to devour people. The magic lamp there seemed to be broken, and no one knew where he had just gone.
Gently rubbing his right shoulder, Geraint frowned slightly. He didn't know whether it was because of the cold or the pain coming from his right shoulder. This was an injury he sustained when he assisted the Yuntian Guild in the battle.
During a siege and charge, he was targeted by several mages, and a large amount of magic was blasted at him. Although he was careful again and again, he still took several blows, but he did not say anything afterward.
After helping Yuntian fight the guild war, he was taken to treatment by Argenta. He didn't even have time to say a few words to Yuntian.
He has also been recovering from his injuries during this period, and it was not until recently that he came to this city because he received a message.
At this moment, it is the dead of night. Although the magic lights are on and the guards are patrolling faithfully, more than 90% of the NPCs are resting. Although the elves like a luxurious life, their daily routine
But it was also very regular, and the half-elves kept this tradition intact, so when Geraint walked on the street, he could clearly hear his footsteps echoing in the air.
But soon, Geraint stopped. His slightly tired face soon became extremely solemn. He glanced around with cold eyes. His right hand was already on the hilt of the sword behind his back, and his left hand
He also grabbed the collar of his cloak. As long as there is any disturbance around him, he can fully enter the fighting state in the next second, and as long as the enemy is close enough, he can even solve the enemy within three seconds - of course,
The premise is that the strength gap between the enemy and him is quite large, and there must be only one.
However, Geraint's vigilance soon relaxed. He turned his head and looked at the small shadow that could not be illuminated by the magic lamp, and chuckled: "Why are you here?"
"Passing by." After a while, an echo finally came from the shadows, and then Bethcod walked out of the shadows.
As an abyss knight, Bescord was not wearing his usual black heavy armor at the moment, but was wearing very ordinary linen clothes, and he was not even holding a weapon. But even so, no one dared to approach at will.
This kind of Bescord is not only because his expression is too cold, but also because of the frightening aura on his body - of course, for an abyss knight, this is frightening.
Very normal.
"The way you passed by... is very unique." Geraint turned sideways, then glanced at the shadow corner, and then glanced around. Except that this small place was a shadow corner, the surrounding area
Everything was covered by the magic lamp, "It's been seven, um, ten minutes... right?"
"Thirty minutes..." Bethcod's face darkened, "I mean, I just entered this city thirty minutes ago."
"Oh." Geraint nodded and smiled, not delving into the issue, "Shall we go have a drink?"
"Are you treating me?" Bescord said without hesitation, "I didn't bring any money."
"I can see... I know there is a good tavern here, probably not far ahead." Geraint nodded, then walked forward, and Bethcod quickly followed, "
Aren’t you cold in what you wear?”
"Fortunately, it's not as cold as when we played against Alsace."
"Oh, fighting against a death knight will indeed be a bit cooler."
"Nothing is colder than death."
Just when Bethcod finished saying this, a hand suddenly waved in front of him. This hand was not Geraint's hand, but Yuntian's hand. This made Bethcod a little unhappy.
. But Yuntian didn't seem to have this consciousness. After he successfully attracted Beskod's attention, he said: "Wait... I don't know if I heard it wrong, but you just seemed like
Are you saying that you let Geraint lead the way?"
"Oh, yes." Bethcod's face became even more gloomy. It was obvious that that night was not a good memory - at least Yuntian didn't think it would be a good thing to let Geraint lead the way. Then Bethcod
Si Kede's words confirmed Yuntian's thoughts: "I regret it. I really shouldn't have let him lead the way. We walked for most of the night, and I feel like we have finished visiting the city of Belian."
"I knew it." Yuntian nodded, "What happened next?"
"Where did I just talk?"
"Nothing is colder than death."
"Oh, yes...there is nothing colder than death." Bethcod nodded, then murmured, and his thoughts seemed to be wandering, "Later I asked him where the tavern was, and then I just
It took me ten minutes to find it. I have to admit that the wine in that pub was really good, but I thought... maybe we were so drunk that later..."
Two guys who seemed to be a little drunk opened the door of the tavern and came out. Both Geraint and Bethcod's faces were a little red. They said goodbye to the noisy sounds and various kinds of things in the tavern.
With such a strange smell, the two people who had become hot due to the wine seemed to wake up a lot in an instant under the blowing of the cold wind. However, this feeling of being suddenly greeted by a cold wind due to being too stuffy was a strange feeling.
Comfort.
Geraint rubbed his sleepy eyes, and then smiled: "I just said the wine here is good."
"It's really good." Bethcod, who had always had a cold face, rarely showed a smile, but the smile turned murderous again before it stayed on his face for more than a second. His left hand suddenly pushed Jay away.
Lant, at the same time, jumped back and waved his right hand quickly to the right. The air seemed to vibrate, and then a large amount of black mist appeared out of thin air, constantly devouring the surroundings like a crazy beast.
Geraint, who was pushed away, suddenly took off his cloak, took his right hand to his back, quickly drew out his holy sword and then stepped forward, a sharp arrow shot on the sword. Sparks instantly sprayed out.
Splashed out, which shows how strong the archer who shot the arrow was, but even so, it still did not penetrate Geraint's sword. However, at this moment, all the magic lights on the street were
At the same time, there was the sound of breaking glass, and the whole street was instantly plunged into darkness.
The noisy and bright pub and the quiet and dark street are like two worlds in an instant, but they are only a few steps away.
Although everything is dark, it is not difficult for Geraint and Bethcod. Darkness has never been a problem for an abyss knight, and Geraint has never been a problem for sound.
Abnormally sharp - of course, that was while he was awake, and it was obvious that something was wrong at this moment. In short, when darkness enveloped everything around him, Bethcod let out a cry full of tension.
Meaningful sound: "Be careful"
In his sight, an assassin suddenly appeared behind Geraint, and the long sword in his hand seemed to be about to penetrate Geraint's heart. However, following Bethcod's warning, his movements
But it came faster than his voice. In such a dark environment, his black mist was obviously a more terrifying existence, because the assassin suddenly made a babbling sound and seemed to be entangled in the black mist.
However, Geraint, who was reminded by Bethcod, turned around and swung his sword without hesitation. The assassin was chopped into two pieces.
However, this exquisite coordination seemed to announce the beginning of the general offensive. More and more assassins and snipers began to launch attacks. These attacks were swift, violent and cunning, and even Geraint and Bethcod were unable to do so.
Knowing where the next attack will come from, these people are obviously not ordinary killers - of course, the more reason is that the two of them are already a little drunk at the moment, no matter how hard they try to stay awake, because of the effect of alcohol
, the reaction force will definitely be worse.
And just when an assassin successfully approached Geraint again, Bethcod suddenly pounced on him. He pushed Geraint away, but the sword penetrated his body...
…
"What happened next?" Yuntian asked.
"I passed out after I blocked the knife for Geraint. When I woke up, it was already dawn and the battle was over." Bethcod said in a deep voice, "There were dozens of corpses left around.
, but there was no Geraint, and all the people in the tavern were dead. This was a deliberate attack."
Nodding silently, Yuntian already roughly understood what happened: to put it simply, ten days ago in real time, Bethcod and Geraint went drinking together, and then both of them got drunk, and this happened.
A battle. The result of the battle was that Geraint disappeared and Bescord was seriously injured. Then it took him a month to find himself and then drag him out of the Void Fortress.
After sorting out what happened, Yuntian nodded. At this moment, he had a more important thing to do: "Can you let me sit up? It's very uncomfortable for me to lie down like this."
At this moment, Yuntian was like a package and was casually thrown on the saddle by Beth Coder. He was lying on his back, and the horse was jolting as it ran, making him feel very uncomfortable. And when he asked Beth
When Code made this request, Beth Code glanced at Yun Tian, and then said lightly: "No."
[I have slightly changed the writing method. I think this way of telling stories is quite suitable for this chapter. Is there anyone who is not used to it? Well, what I want to say is that it is July, let us bid farewell to the decadent June.
Welcome to the new July. A new plot, a new story, a new stage... So, here I am asking for recommendation votes and collections. I want to get the new achievement of "Collection of 30,000"]
