Emerald Valley, holding the capital city of the country, picking up the star city. Jeondong-daero is the highest place except for Harilo. It is said that on a summer night, on the top of the main building of Star City, you can really pick the stars with your hands.

At four o'clock in the morning, it is the coldest time of the day, a large area of fog fills the entire Emerald Valley, if there is really a god, looking down from the sky, the Emerald Valley is the mutton fat jade worn by the entire East Road. From the outside to the inside, it is a faint emerald green, indigo, and the deepest speckled scarlet purple is the Star City.

Before it opened, the girls of the Qinglou Zhangtai were sleepy-eyed and thinly dressed outside the building, and the remnants of wine, fat powder, saliva, ingredients, and gold and jade were washed away by a river that ran through the Emerald Valley. At its end the veins of the steppe. The riverbank often has dead babies under the age of a month, the corpses of slaves covered in humiliation, and children with their eyes and nails gouged out, which should be the work of a sorcerer---- and all the drunken and prosperous aftermath of the end of the river are all attributed to this slow and thick river.

Lao Wang slowly climbed the stairs, accompanied by a strong man in black armor. Both of them took off their undershirts, revealing their true faces. Lao Wang has reached the time when the prime of life alternates with old age, even if he pays attention to maintenance, the pale still irresistibly climbs up the sideburns, but a pair of eyes still flashes with wisdom, calmness, and a trace of suspicion that is well hidden, the ochre-colored armor is tightly seamed and decorated with gluttonous patterns, and many dancers around them see them not only why they stop and whisper, but not only why they admire but do not dare to step forward to talk to them professionally.

Only those older women know that there is something called "taste" in men. Lao Wang is like a fine wine that has been cellared for several years, old and spicy, and drunk when you taste it.

The black-armored man behind him was more like the most mellow burning knife, as if it only needed a spark to burn.

Lao Wang looked at the flowing water next to the steps, and a half-old face appeared, but he was in good spirits, and after seeing too many tricks or conspiracies, the kings of the same era as me either retired or abandoned the pit. Stay alone.

He seemed to be trying to reach into the water, and a string of broken bones that had been thrown away was flowing by. Lao Wang chuckled lightly and didn't look back: "What, still resentful that I didn't save him?" ”

The black-armored man behind him said angrily: "Don't dare." ”

It was the black armor that had turned into a snake dragon.

"I heard that Niro almost killed you in the end?"

The man in black armor was silent. Before, he must have nodded proudly, but now he only felt a little bit of interest.

Lao Wang waved his hand, and it seemed that he did not intend to pursue the matter.

"Your beast spirit comes from the closest lineage of Osperos to the world, a direct descendant of Mishakun, and I originally planned to use you as my greatest follow-up in the future when I crusaded against the Red Dragons in the Buried Bones. Now that the West Road bystanders are clear, those old guys must have their eyes on you. ”

"Hehe" Hei Jia chuckled: "Even if I go to Xida Road at this time, there is no one hundred and ten, how can ordinary miscellaneous fish feed me?" ”

The old bustard, who was holding a white jade wine glass, walked towards the old king with a flattering look, and had the intention of hating to see each other, the young and handsome white-faced scholar was not unusual, this kind of old man was a fairy. Those little girls who blush when they look handsome don't know what it's like.

"It's hard to say" Lao Wang shook his head: "You, you, you still haven't seen the master of the West Road......"

Lao Wang's fox eyes narrowed slightly.

At this time, the bustard only felt that his heart was held tightly by something. Involuntarily paused, and the white jade wine glass shattered to the ground.

The black armor behind him just frowned and didn't respond.

Lao Wang looked back and seemed to be very satisfied with Heijia's reaction: "The means." ”

Heijia lowered his eyebrows: "This person is not very satisfied with the current situation in Dongdalu, but you should be able to remain loyal, as long as you don't fight for the pirates, you may not be able to reach my height in time." ”

Lao Wang asked, "Should it?" ”

Black Armor didn't dare to speak.

"Forget it" Lao Wang said: "In this way, I will ask the chaebol to pay more attention to this person when he goes to Xida Road, and if he hasn't left, then make a plan, can you be satisfied?" ”

Heijia was overjoyed, he had always been unruly, and he bowed to the old king for the first time: "Thank you!" Lao Wang, you are doing this authentically! ”

Lao Wang looked at the young man in front of him, there seemed to be a young man who used to be like this, and now he is one of the best outlaws after leaving Dongda Road.

The scorching early sun climbed up the mountain, the fog dissipated, and everything was bright and vibrant.

Young people now.

"Boss!" Another black dwarf staggered out to break the silence, and there was a cry in his voice: "A bounty has been issued outside the mine, as long as you catch the living rebel leader, the bounty is 30,000 and the slave is removed, if you resist, you will be killed!" Now that the people from the Chlorite Mine and the Chalcopyrite Mine have called, let's make a decision! ”

For a while, there was silence in the pit and an eerie atmosphere.

Auris's hair was messy and covered her forehead, and no one could read her expression.

Brother Tiger took the gun in his hand and threw it out, like a night ghost throwing a fork. Before the messenger could shout, he pierced the stone wall of the mine. The crowd was attracted by his actions, and they were frightened, confused, and rioted.

Brother Hu's words seemed to roar out in the silence: "Let me ask you, even if we regret it, is there a way back now?" How many words can Noah and the elves believe in their promises? ”

……

The Elves are a race that pursues art exactly, and the proportion of sorcerers and illusionists is far ahead of other races, and many precious wood carvings, jade, knitting, and a kind of turquoise japonica rice that is only produced in the snowy forest are sought after by the Noahs as a nourishing holy product, and there is also a small amount of outflow in the Shuangguan.

In a tavern, a white-haired elf is gently stroking a lapis lazuli pig on his hand, the shape is simple and smart, and the four-legged tail is decorated with a special cloud pattern, which is conservatively estimated to be the work of the end of the Ten Gods Age.

"Is there any news" Nelu did not look back, but gently shook his wrist from time to time, and his face revealed a trace of coldness that was not commensurate with elegance.

The dwarf behind him was dressed in a black robe, and his face could not be seen clearly. Nelu chuckled, "That's not it?" ”

"Brother Tiger is nowhere to be found, as for ...... He has been rescued by Lao Wang's men."

Nelu took out the silk scarf and gently put it under his arm, and after a while, he pulled it out, lined with a little blood like plum blossoms. It seems that the voyage suffered in the battle with Heijia is not light, his fingers are clenched, and the lapis lazuli pig suddenly turns into powder, and his eyes are red: "Old Wang? ”