The news of the lower ones is never as well-informed as the higher ones, and when the Shen family caravan was packing up and preparing to hide from the Mo family's big village, the Oswals were still wondering why these caravans with all kinds of exotic goods suddenly stopped trading.

Until one day, when some idle Osval residents found that the barracks of the Lord of Tosés were empty, all kinds of speculation began to spread throughout Oswal.

There is speculation that the army of Morsobrai chose this place as a battlefield, and there is speculation that a ferocious ancient monster has been found nearby.

No matter how much these ordinary residents speculated, the city of Oswal, which had lost its only valve of order, quickly fell into chaos.

And the attitude of the Shen family caravan to sweep the snow in front of the door also intensified the speed of the transformation of the entire Oswal City towards the ruins of Oswal.

It is estimated that without the mysterious Mojia Dazhai passing here, Oswal City will also become one of the historical relics of the dark region.

When the Shen family's caravan was all opened, the castle that originally belonged to the city lord of Torses also became the target of those chaotic people, when a bunch of chaotic people smashed open the castle gate with wooden stakes that they didn't know where they got it, and the eyes of the crazy chaotic people who appeared in the eyes of the unclothed pupils were a slender figure and a giant sword that emitted cold light.

Under the madness of despair, the unclothed rebels even forgot the survival principles of the dark region, and rushed towards Wang Rui, who was putting on a fighting posture, with a meaningless scream.

"This sword only slays demons." Wang Rui looked at the refugees who couldn't even tell the difference in strength, and sighed and said.

When there is no restraint, anyone will become a devil who acts unscrupulously, and Wang Rui, who is also depressed to a little depression by the unique social environment of the dark region, also needs a time to vent.

"And you are not even as good as demons."

The sharp greatsword was wielded among the rioters, and even if the poorly clothed rebels had the inferior armor they had just robbed, they couldn't even delay the movement of the pure silver greatsword a little.

Each of Wang Rui's swords would take the lives of several rebels, and the rebels who relied on instinct to open up the critical positions were only barely cut off, and the crude and rudimentary weapons in their hands could not even pierce the leather armor on Wang Rui's body.

When Wang Rui stopped harvesting life, except for a few who escaped, the rest of the rebels had become wreckage in a pool of blood.

The chaotic people who were still alive but had their hands and feet cut off by Wang Rui finally woke up from their madness when they felt the continuous passage of life, and even crawled over to Wang Rui's location and begged to save their lives.

"Well, maybe it's overdone." It would be false to say that it is not disgusting, but Wang Rui is not like other traversers, and he will make him vomit when he sees the stump organs and the blood that is about to drown the instep of his feet.

Walking to the castle gate in a pool of blood, I looked at the sporadic burning houses of Osval, and the sound of mourning, scolding, and the intertwining of weapons in my ears.

Wang Rui easily inserted the giant sword into the chaotic people who crawled beside him and only left the upper half of his body, and looked at the blood stains on the real silver sword, and he didn't want to leave even a trace of it, shook his head and said, "But who said that you did too much." ”

Walking through the city of Oswal and dealing with the frenzied rebels who want to target themselves, it's hard to imagine that these people who have lost hope and are only driven by violence are the inhabitants who have lost hope and are only driven by violence.

"They don't belong to anyone, so they don't have the value of being protected." It is estimated that the Lord of Toses who is really regarded as his own person has already followed the fat man as far and far, and all that is left behind is some abandoned burdens.

It is no wonder that these people fall into hysterical madness, the life in the dark area is very stressful, even when the Lord of Torses is still there, their life is like the most dilapidated slums, when the only umbrella abandons them, the panic of despair naturally permeates the hearts of all the abandoned.

Wang Rui, who was expressionless as if he had been enlightened, passed by the old Mike's weapon shop before, and saw that all the inferior weapons in it had been looted by the chaotic people and used as the last breath of his life.

And the weapon shop itself was in flames, and I don't know which clever guy didn't forget to put a fire after he took the weapon.

Old Mike, who remembers being hung on the wall, said, "A good weapon needs the right people to use it, and it's better than burying it in me." ”

Wang Rui's expression finally showed a hint of a smile and said, "It can be said that there is a place for it." ”

"Well, it's enough to vent, although I can't change the world, at least I can't let the world change me." Wang Rui glanced at the stone sky unique to the dark region, and remembered the conversation with Shen Yiwan before separation.

"The Mojia Dazhai is heading towards Mosoblay City, if you want to find it, just keep walking in this direction."

"What if I miss it?"

"As long as it's in the right direction, you won't miss it, and you can guarantee it."

Until now, Wang Rui didn't know what the expression of the shopkeeper Shen meant when he said that he could guarantee it, as if he would definitely drop his jaw in surprise when he saw the Mo family's Dazhai.

"However, now that we know the direction, let's take a look."

Using a giant sword to cut a rebel who attacked him in half again, Wang Rui felt that it was very dangerous to walk in a dark area like this, even if he had sophisticated weapons and equipment.

The few encounters in the dark region proved this, but fortunately, Wang Rui had a mount.

"Why didn't you remember that when you first came here?" There is no such thing as a game interface, Wang Rui will always forget some of his unique plug-ins, just glanced at the sky Wang Rui remembered that he had a flying mount.

"Maybe it'll be nice to get used to flying in the future." When he was in the Black Forest before, the mount was the biggest burden, and over time, Wang Rui almost forgot that there was such a thing, if it weren't for the fact that the Lich Castle was suspended in the sky, Wang Rui might not be able to remember that he had a mount after a long time.

The problem now is that not all of Wang Rui's mounts can fly.

Look at the still steaming Harley-Davidson motorcycles, the wanton selling cute alpaca mounts, the tall and handsome crusader horses, and the majestic hiking yaks with soft seat mounts and backrest candy plates.

Wang Rui, who ate a candy with his hand, said with a headache: "Heavenly Lingling, Earth Lingling, give me a flying mount." ”

After summoning several mounts in a row, he finally summoned a mount that could fly, but it made Wang Rui feel even more headache.

Wang Rui, who had turned into a sand and gravel dragon with a wingspan of seven or eight meters, said helplessly:

"Forget it, that's fine, it's okay to fly anyway."