Shakira stood in place in a daze, and it took a long time to come back to her senses. For some reason, he suddenly had a feeling in his heart that he wanted to say but couldn't say it clearly.

The number of people in the tavern gradually increased, in addition to a few old faces who frequented it, there were also two disabled soldiers who had returned from the front line. Everyone learned from their mouths that the wealthy orcs had invested five more legions, totaling 200,000 orc troops. The war was a bottomless pit, and the great Wesley King was once again undefeated, and it was secretly rumored that the proud kingdom of Carmellot and its seemingly proud king were considering surrendering to the orcs.

Shakira didn't hold back in the end. He sneaked up behind Felig.

Old man Ferig had always taken refuge in the dilapidated temple of unowned incense outside the city. Shakira's steps were light, and before he could turn the corner, Ferig could tell who it was from the steps of footsteps.

"Come in, kid."

The scene in front of him disrupted all Shakira's thoughts, and his only reaction at the moment was to follow Old Man Felig's instructions and slowly step into this deep and infinite dark temple.

From the perspective of Old Man Felig entering the hall of the lord, Shakira's eyes were full of eyes that he couldn't see.

Occasionally, Shakira would see that Old Man Felig's eyes were hollow. On the surface, they will also do some simple movements to support their body or head.

Old man Ferig walked to the end of the temple and raised his hand to gently turn the inconspicuous bulge in relief.

Click, click, click......

With the roar of the mechanism, the relief wall in front of her began to move slowly, and a deep and infinite dark temple appeared in front of Shakira's eyes. Suddenly, a cold aura rushed from the entire dark hall.

Old man Ferig had already stepped into the hall with his left foot, but he suddenly stopped, and after a long time, he turned his body and raised his head upright. There was a pride and pride in Shakira's eyes that Shakira had never seen before.

"Kneel and kowtow."

After three prostrations and nine prostrations with Old Man Felig, Shakira raised her head and carefully examined the mysterious sculpture in front of her, which was a statue of a demon god that seemed to come from hell, and the nine-foot-tall statue was covered with a layer of tough scales. The perfect muscle lines between the arms give the illusion that if you get closer, you will be injured by its strength, and the long blood-red hair has two horns that rise to the sky.

When you come into view, eleven huge pillars support the magnificent underground temple, and the surrounding stone walls are carved with reliefs, and more are some words and symbols with unknown meanings, from which it is not difficult to see the antiquity and mystery of this underground temple. There are bronze brackets in the corners of the perimeter. A dim glow burned above.

"Who is he?"

It was only then that Shakira discovered the existence of a third person. In the center of the temple sat a lonely man wrapped in a cloak and unable to see his face clearly, and the black leather armor of the same color set off the arrogant temperament like ice and snow, which made people dare not approach.

"You're here." The other party raised his head, and the long hair on his forehead parted to the sides, revealing a clear and clear facial outline of a middle-aged man. He glanced at Old Man Felig, suddenly looked stunned, and sighed. "You're still careless. Before the arrival of our king, we would do well to pray to clean up these rats. ”

As soon as the middle-aged man finished speaking, a team of about 20 people appeared from the dark and empty corner just now.

Assassin class. All of them are lurkers!

Shakira was completely shocked.

"Not good!"

Hearing the other man's tone, Ferig immediately realized that there was an Assassin infiltrator who had followed him into the hall. When Old Man Ferig and Shakira stood up in shock, they found that there were no less than thirty people pouring in behind them.

"Kill these spy assassins. The people of Lol Cardin deserve to die. ”

More than thirty people shouted to kill when they entered the door, although Ferig had expected it to be difficult to deal with.

didn't expect that there would be a strange profession of summoner.

At this time. The spell from the mouth of one of the 'assassins' grew more and more rapid, and the hedron at the tip of the staff shone with a dazzling brilliance. The increasingly hot air around him was telling Old Man Ferig that the magician's spell was on the verge of ending.

"Run!"

Old man Felig nudged Shakira. Shakira finally realized the situation he was facing, and with all his strength running through her legs, she jumped up and ran towards the emptier area, fleeing for her life, and he must escape from the range of the summoning magic before the opponent's spell was finished. "I hope I survive." Encountering such a catastrophe for no reason is already Shakira's greatest wish.

A purple-eyed tyrannical ape. A level 2 or level 3 Warcraft may be able to deal with it, but the meaning of a Level 4 Warcraft is already equivalent to a legendary class, and it is already an existence that can easily destroy itself.

In the blink of an eye, an opponent was torn apart.

The Purple-Eyed Ape didn't care about Buck's bloody body at his feet, just like a walking man wouldn't care about an ant that was trampled to death. At this moment, its cold and brutal purple-red vertical eyes stared at the outstanding old man Felig, and let out an angry roar from its mouth, and its thick arms smashed into the ground beneath it with a piercing scream.

Smack, smack, smack!

As the earth shook, the ground in front of him quickly cracked into a furrow-like crack, and the direction in which the crack broke and extended was chasing the old man Ferig.

Boom!

Suddenly, a dense stone forest of thorns shot out from the feet of the old man Ferig, and when I raised my eyes, it was estimated that there were hundreds of stone spikes more than three meters long and as thick as the mouth of a bowl.

"Bastard!"

The old man Ferig, who was exhausted, was busy parrying, and as soon as he stood up with his horizontal sword, he danced with a dazzling sword light. A large number of stone chips flew, and the shredding of these spikes consumed most of the fighting energy of the old man Ferig. Hearing only a snort, the old man was stabbed in the leg after all.

……

Confusion, chaos! At this moment, the hall has been completely plunged into chaos.

More than two dozen mysterious middle-aged escort warriors had already fought with the later stalkers. Blood splattered and limbs flew around.

In the face of more than 30 enemies, the mysterious middle-aged man in Shakira's eyes was like a tiger entering a flock, and in a short period of time, these professionals could not do him any effective harm at all.

"Protection...... Yes! "A team of one or twenty people formed a dense sword net, so much so that the later team of thirty people was instantly covered by a dense sword net, and anyone who dared to approach would turn into pieces of bloody corpse fragments at the first time.

Only the summoning oath and his purple-eyed storm ape can hold up the scene.

The sneak attackers were hanged instead.

However, Ferig is locked by the Purple-Eyed Tyrant Ape. In the end, it was devastated.

"Uncle Felig!" Shakira, who was immersed in infinite grief, did not care that his arm was cut by the rubble, and his already bleeding arm had grown so big, this was the first time he had witnessed the tragic death of a person, and this person died to save him.

The torn belly, the broken intestines, and the white bones that were exposed from the body...... Even if it is the first time an adult is faced with such a scene, it is inevitable that they will vomit or feel fear. However, Shakira did not vomit. There is no fear, only grief and endless resentment......

…… At this moment, something seemed to be broken in Shakira's heart, and he suddenly realized that not only old man Ferig would die, but he would also die, and even anyone else......

From the beginning, he knew that Old Man Felig had a purpose in contacting him. also knew that the other party deliberately brought him here.

But even so, Shakira still doesn't hate Ferig.

Supposedly, Shakira didn't need to continue to pretend to be an idiot. He knew that the knight he admired was not his biological father.

knows his identity, but he still chooses to be a forgotten waste.

This kind of forbearance is by no means afraid, but there is no interest in participating, and there is no ability to participate.

For the illegitimate son who is King Wesley. Shakira basically didn't feel anything. He had never even met his father, perhaps he had, but the memories of his childhood were a blank slate for Shakira.

Shakira's mother was just a handmaiden, if she hadn't given birth to a prince. Perhaps he had been kicked out of the palace long ago. Nowadays, the king has many concubines and children, and even if Shakira does not pretend to be a waste, I am afraid that his father will not notice him.

Shakira loved her mother very much. She was a gentle and kind woman who never had a temper. When he was an idiot, his mother taught him to read and write over and over again. Every night in the past, my mother would hold a book and read it to him.

If it was a miracle that happened to her, then Shakira must believe that it was her mother who created this miracle herself, and that she was the one who woke up her sleeping self.

"Today is your opportunity, take advantage of it. I brought you here, don't blame me. ”

When he was dying, as if Ferig did not regret what he had done, Ferig's already gray eyes showed a sense of satisfaction, and the corners of his mouth were curled with a hint of a dying smile.

Ferig shoved an object into Shakira's palm.

Just now, Ferig fought his last life to get the loot.

Chirping! A few wisps of black gas suddenly emerged from the summoner's ring, and the bronze ring automatically fell off, and the summoned beast, which had a symbiotic contract with its master, was also facing the fate of its death at this moment.

Shakira, in grief, suddenly woke up, only to see him grab the taming ring on the ground, silently chanting Professor Felig's contract spell, and without hesitation, drip blood into the ring.

Fortunately, it doesn't cost any mental power and magic to sign a contract with the tamer, a simple contract symbol, successfully saved the life of the tamer in the ring, from now on, Shakira is the new owner of this beast taming ring, but this will also indicate that he has the ferocious 'purple-eyed storm ape'.

"Cheap by this kid!" Several men in black forcibly took Shakira away from Ferig's horrific corpse, glanced at Shakira, and muttered a little dissatisfied.

The mysterious middle-aged man broke off the cross arrow that passed through his arm, put it in his hand and looked at it carefully, and said to himself: "The standard crossbow arrows of the Guards of King Camelot City, hmph, can directly sell our whereabouts, it seems that the spy intelligence system of this corrupt kingdom is not as overwhelmed as this kingdom?" A smile flashed across his face, a cold one.

The middle-aged man didn't glance at Ferig's body, as if his death didn't matter. Instead, he stared at Shakira with interest and said something inexplicable, "Oh, lucky boy, the new king of Carmellot." It's just that the time spent on the throne will be much shorter than that of his ancestors. ”

Shakira was born an illegitimate child, something that the entire Camelot royal family knew about. Where there is a succinct record of the court master, the twenty-first son of King Wesley, settled in Truro. After marrying a knight, he gave birth to another daughter.

It was when Shakira was three years old that his mother brought him to marry a knight, and he and his sister were half-sisters.

However, the idiot bastard not only has the ability to remember, but his mind has also become far beyond ordinary people, these are secrets that no one knows.

Born into the unusual royal family, Shakira knows how to protect herself. In order to escape those unusual surveillance, he chooses to continue to be a forgotten waste. And happy to be forgotten, to live in a city like Truro, in an insignificant family.

It's just that, so far, it all seems to be about to change.

All the black-clad professionals were on their knees and waited quietly, and Shakira had a premonition that a big man was about to appear.

……………………

Yang Jiangong did not enter the city of Trotte, but he could survey every detail of the city with the crystal ball in his hand.

The city of Truro does not have a classification of streets, because it is not necessary. As the city expanded and the types of traffic grew, street forms were established due to different traffic requirements. There is a direct and convenient route from the city gate to the street of the central square; The streets leading to the dwellings are narrower and more regular, often end-of-the-road.

"Glory is my life!"

Step into the dilapidated underground basilica. The advance team of the Kingdom of Lol Cardin is waiting here.

Yang Jiangong saw dozens of corpses, and a strong smell of blood drilled into his nostrils.

Ferig's body lay on the ground, and he roamed around with a cloak and a dagger in his arms, letting his hair grow like weeds.

"This is really a dutiful old man." Yang Jiangong commented on him like this, and then ordered the others.

"Go and bury him."

Turning his head, Yang Jiangong looked at the kid in front of him. "Would you like to be a king?" Said to it jokingly.

Shakira was stunned, and in the face of this dramatic change, he was still a little slow to react for a while. Shakira is not very old, but that doesn't mean he's a fool, he knows that old man Ferig said that the opportunity is right in front of him. (To be continued......)