"Close to the warm Hearthstone, listen to me tell a story.

Ancient demons that had been silent for thousands of years were resurrected in the infinite darkness.

The forces of evil extinguish the flame of hope.

Their voices are so poisonous that they will be doomed if they hear a single sentence.

Pray behind closed doors, pray and wail as you pray, and no one can escape this deadly curse.

Rub the warm Hearthstone, it's just a story, the story of the ancient gods. ”

The hoarse and deep voice made people goosebumps rise when they heard it, and Zhu Qizhu almost couldn't help but smash the big nose of the fortune-telling old woman opposite with a punch.

His wife woke up and pulled his armor to stop him, they were here to carry out a mission, and they couldn't make any trouble.

It was an old woman sitting in a dark corner of the tavern telling fortunes, dressed in a purple robe, with a straight purple stripe on her forehead, with an emerald green snake, fiddling with cards.

However, it seems that her business is not very good, and no one has asked her for fortune telling for half a day. Such a strange person, everyone has no spare money or spare time to go to her for fortune telling.

In fact, the so-called tavern does not sell alcohol at all. The refugees all ran out of Xianyang, and it was impossible for them to run away with alcohol in a hurry. The tavern is a place where information is exchanged and tasks are handed over.

This time, Zhu led more than a dozen elite team members to investigate the refugee camp. This camp is not far from Tongguan Wharf, and ordinary people may not know about it, but as the leader of the camp, it is impossible to close his eyes and hear that Xiang Ningxuan's support fleet has arrived without even knowing.

The refugee camp of 7,000 or 8,000 people did not send people to the wharf to receive free food, and judging by the conditions of the camp, they were not rich enough to ignore the temptation of more than 30 tons of food.

If something goes wrong, it will be a demon!

Zhu was ordered to come and investigate the situation, and had the right to take any action, including arresting or even killing the leader of the camp. Through inquiry and investigation, there are indeed many strange things in this refugee camp, and Zhu Qizhu has already released the news that the 2,000 soldiers of the Tongguan Army on standby nearby will soon come over to check the water meter.

Zhu will take corresponding measures according to the reaction of the local chief.

Anyway, it was boring to wait, so Zhu Qizhu got up and walked to the old woman, took out ten yuan and said, "Come, tell my fortune." ”

"You're going to die!"

"Nonsense, Lao Tzu is dead!" Zhu Yingzhu is the god of war of the undead, isn't he dead? He waved his hand and said, "I'm asking about this mission. What do you think will happen? ”

The old fortune teller touched the head of the snake, soothed her hissing pet, and said, "Ah, since you are all here, of course these fools are dead." They were too anxious. ”

"Oh? Do you know their bottom line? Zhu asked.

"A fake made to simulate the gods of the ancients. It may be dangerous for you, but it is nothing compared to the true Old Gods. ”

Through this conversation, Zhu has confirmed that the fortune-telling old woman in front of him is Miss Lazul of Twilight's Hammer, a troll priest. Perhaps for the convenience of her activities, she took on the form of a human old woman.

And the fake she is talking about is most likely the pseudo-ancient god Gohorn that the Titans created in Odil and used to study. Of course, as unreliable as the other Titans, Gohorn gradually broke free and corrupted Odil.

It also happens to be good at controlling blood magic, and it also has a group of blood trolls trying to completely open the seal of Odile to gain freedom and conquer the whole world.

There is a herald of Enzos in the Odial dungeon, and there is also a connection to Yugsaron, so it is clear that the Old Gods are not fighting on their own. As a follower of the ancient gods, Razul may have some purpose.

The old fortune teller said, "I have answered several questions. If you still want to inquire, please renew. ”

Ten yuan to get so much information, Zhu Qizhen felt that it was worth it, so he took another ten yuan and continued to ask, "Then what is the purpose of your coming here?" ”

"I'm just a fortune teller old woman, who calls home all over the world, and goes wherever I go. And there is no additional purpose. If you really want to talk about the purpose, it's just to earn some living money. ”

Zhu Qijiao smiled coldly, it's strange to believe her! "Then you calculate, can you get out of this tavern today!"

"Of course not! Because I'm ...... Fly out! ”

"Boom!" Zhu Qizhu threw the fortune-telling table away with a punch, and then the giant axe slashed down, smashing the table to pieces.

However, the fortune teller in front of her turned into a black mist and dissipated in the gloomy corner of the tavern. Razul may be of average strength in his own right, but he is skilled in escaping for his life, otherwise he would not be able to run around.

Zhu Qizhu missed a blow, and he didn't know where to chase it. Moreover, a few scattered cards caught his attention. One of them is Zheng Qiying, who controls a worm nest in the Feather People World.

On the card screen, Zheng Qiying has been distorted and distorted, with a huge eyeball on her arm, and her body is covered with strange chitin, looking corrupted.

The world of the Feathered People is under attack by the ancient god Cthun and the Chira Worms under his control. And Zheng Qiying and her hive guard a teleportation node to Earth.

"Hey, what are you doing? Fights are forbidden in my tavern! The tavern keeper yelled and claimed, "You have to pay for these tables and chairs, at least ...... At least twenty bucks! ”

He originally wanted to say more when he saw Zhu Qiyan's generous move, but looking at the burly man's fierce and vicious appearance, he still asked for a conscience price. Except for food, everything else in the refugee camp is very cheap, and a set of tables and chairs is not even ten yuan.

"Humph!" Zhu Qiyu was too lazy to bother with the tavern owner, so he threw a hundred yuan to him and said, "No need to look for it." "Then put away the cards, this matter has to be handed over to Xiang Ningxuan to deal with.

A voice had already sounded in the headphones built into the helmet: "The settlement refuses to be inspected, and is mobilizing personnel to prepare for armed resistance, please instruct." ”

"Keep the pressure on, but don't rush to attack. Wait for my command. Zhu Qizhu said. He has seen the build-up of armed men deployed in the centre of the camp. And the head of the refugees also left the mansion with his cronies.

Since he appeared in front of Lao Tzu, then give him a beheading!

"The elite regiment changes its clothes and attacks and captures the enemy chieftain alive!" The dark and hideous armor covered his whole body, and Zhu Qiji's already burly figure swelled a large circle. The auxiliary thrusters behind it eject a powerful airflow that enhances the effect of the charge.

The walls of the tavern were knocked out of a large hole like papier-mâché. Zhu Qizhu took the lead in killing the enemy formation, followed by other elite team members, forming a battle formation according to their professions, and casting spells when they woke up to add positive effects to their companions.

The tavern owner took a hundred dollars, and looked at the tavern and the big hole in the wall that was sprayed by the thrusters, and wanted to cry without tears, a hundred dollars was not enough to repair such a big breakage. Seeing that these people had crushed the camp leader and his guards in a devastating manner, why did he ask them for compensation?

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