The solemn atmosphere suddenly came, Old Jack and the others did not hesitate any longer, hurriedly applied medicine to Rossetti, and after suppressing the injury, they prepared to leave the town of Irwindale overnight.

Abandon the unwillingness in the emotion, and let go of the feelings that have been here for nearly twenty years.

It was only as he stepped out of the room that Old Jack suddenly felt his heart begin to beat violently, as if to indicate something.

Something familiar, the fear of being faced in a nightmare.

The cold sweat that disappeared resurfaced on Old Jack's forehead, and his pale look could not be concealed, and his steps were involuntarily confused.

"What's wrong, Old Jack?" Old John, who was walking in front and helping Rossetti, noticed that Old Jack was strange at this time, and asked softly.

Holding back the discomfort in his heart, Old Jack motioned for Old John to be quiet, closing his eyes and sensing everything in the Oak Tavern.

Quiet!

Not a single sound!

The silence is unsettling!

"Rossetti, was there anyone on duty in the tavern when you came up earlier?" Old Jack let out a sudden voice, and his eyes opened with a blue glow.

"Yes, Uncle Jack, Dulles and his group are on duty down there."

The loss of a large amount of blood made Rossetti extremely weak, if he hadn't gone further and stepped into the peak strength of the knight's squire, maybe he would have been unable to hold on now, and passed out.

Manned?

Listening to Rossetti's words, Old Jack frowned, so does the silence at this moment mean that Dulles and they have had an accident?

The dim magical light shone on the dilapidated hallway, reflecting three silent shadows, and they stood at the top of the staircase, frozen.

Looming, the faint shadows swayed, like waves on the surface of the water, rippling with ripples.

"Huh?"

The strange smell caught Old Jack's attention, like the smell of rust, which was familiar to them who were hiding in the shadows.

It's blood.

He turned his head to look at Rossetti, thinking it was the little one's scar cracking, but he saw the distorted shadows on the floor, and the surprise and anger in Old John's eyes.

Rumble!

Subconsciously, the life energy surging in Old Jack's body exploded like an avalanche, and extreme cold descended, slightly blocking the movements of the figure hidden in the shadows.

Turn around and throw a fist.

The violent movements were done in one go, but they hit the air, and the feeling of being powerless made Old Jack's old face glow strangely.

On the other side, because of the reason to protect Rossetti, Old John stubbornly resisted the attack of the Shadow Streamers, and the pitch-black dagger stabbed into his back, dripping blood to the floor.

Old John was about to strike a backhand blow when the distorted shadow suddenly dissipated, and it also appeared not far away.

【Shadow Clone】

[The Shadow Streamers who carved dark tattoos into their flesh and skin gained a certain amount of Shadow Power, but they did not understand the truth of Shadows, so they could only use a small amount of Shadows. After each use, you need to wait to recharge the power of the Shadow again. 】

In the dilapidated hallway, Old Jack and Old John lean on each other, the badly wounded Rossetti hidden between them, and her bloodshot eyes were full of sadness.

At some point, they were already surrounded by shadows.

If you look closely, there are about twenty people, and every guy shrouded in shadows has a vague hint of an inexplicable momentum, which is the knightly momentum that has only been seen in Uncle Jack and Daddy.

"Hehehehehe!"

A low, old laugh rang out, mixed with a hint of self-deprecation and sadness, and old Jack looked around, his wrinkled face piled together, looking ugly.

"The world has underestimated Modrian, and it seems that this is how I should be."

"What? In the face of victory, can't you even see each other for the last time? ”

Looking at the still indifferent shadow guys, Old Jack's eyes completely extinguished the light called hope.

Sure enough, he was no longer in the eyes of that person, and even this encirclement and suppression only sent his subordinates to come.

Turning his head to look at the old fellow beside him, and at Rossetti, old Jack sighed, he was wrong, very wrong.

When he first learned that Modrian had a terrifying cavalry made up entirely of extraordinary knights, he should have considered who would reveal his secrets if it weren't for the more hidden hole cards.

And because of his mistakes, too many people now have to bear the fate of death.

"Hey, old man, don't blame yourself, in fact, we should have died at the door of grief a long time ago, and now we can live for more than ten years, which is already very good." Old John patted Old Jack's shoulder beside him, and his tone was full of Xiao Suo.

"Let's fight side by side again, for the sake of Alan Faro!"

Alan Faro!

Old Jack looked into Old John's eyes and smiled silently, yes, we have all lived for so many more years, what is there not to be satisfied with, it's just a pity for Rossetti, the little guy.

Reaching out from the pocket of his jacket, he pulled out a dark blue pin shaped like an eagle, and its shape was lifelike, as if it was about to spread its wings and soar into the sky.

Old Jack bowed his head slightly and kissed the pin lightly, and then put it on his chest, and a fearless momentum of life and death gradually emerged.

No, not a share.

Old John did the same, and took out the same dark blue eagle pin from his pocket and carefully put it on his chest.

Then the two old men let out a desperate roar, and the surging life energy filled the old body, blooming in its final glory.

The Shadow Stream watched the movements of the two old men quietly, their cold and merciless eyes without a trace of waves, they had seen more sad things than them, but they still couldn't stop their killing.

As if a command was heard in the shadows, the next moment, shadows filled the dilapidated hallway, and everything was plunged into darkness.

...............

I saw that the place where I had dreamed - my hometown, the snow orchids all over the mountains and fields bloomed again, even the flowers of ice and snow could not compare to the brightness and dazzling of snow orchids.

Well, we met again, old fellows, we haven't seen each other for a long time after the Gate of Sorrow farewell, but I disgraced the MI and didn't hold on until the Empire's orders arrived.

In a trance, Old Jack felt as if he was soaring into the air, and when he came back to his senses, he saw the familiar hallways of the oak tavern, and darkness descending.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Three heavy, stiff voices rang out in the hallway, and under the dim magic light, the bright blood stained the floor red, a little dazzling.

...............

A curtain of rain poured down on the town of Irwindale, and the bluestone streets stood like sculptures, the fiery oak tavern reflected in the deep pupils.

It's all over, and the shadows are about to shine!

In a moment, the flame-engulfed oak tavern attracted the attention of many drunken buyers, who awoke from the flames and shouted in a panic, unaware of the shadows around them.

The panic soon ended, and Cooper led the Noxian Imperial cavalry to isolate the dangerous area, leaving the Oak Tavern in flames until it was completely reduced to ashes.