Night.

It's eerily quiet.

The autumn wind whipped up the fallen leaves on the ground and made a faint sound.

Among the trees, a lone shadow walked through with rapid steps, and the sound of footsteps was muffled by the sound of the wind sweeping the leaves.

The desolate and cold moonlight shined through the branches, dappling light and shadow.

Suddenly, the light and shadow flickered, as if some dark shadow was passing quickly and disturbing its coldness.

The scurrying lone shadow seemed to sense something suspicious, and stopped to listen, but there was nothing but the sound of the wind and the rustle of leaves colliding with each other.

Xu is overly sensitive.

Lone Shadow frowned and said silently.

He shook his head and continued to walk, this time faster than before, but there was still a hint of worry and anxiety in his heart.

The wind is getting stronger.

Bring up the horns of the clothes and hunt sound.

Lone Shadow felt more and more uneasy, always feeling as if there were countless pairs of eyes staring at him in the dark.

He stopped again, twisting his anxious face frequently, and a gust of wind swept by, and the chill made Lone Shadow shiver, as if an evil aura was gradually surrounding him.

"Click!"

In the silence of the woods, there was a crisp sound of dead branches breaking.

This sound stimulated the lonely shadow of the frightened bird.

Run!

The word popped into his mind, and he immediately moved his legs, intending to leave.

But the next second, he took a step back in horror, glared, and realized that it was too late......

……

The autumn night wind was still blowing, rolling up the fallen leaves on the ground.

The yellow-brown dead leaves are stained with a bright red that does not belong to them.

Following the traces, you can see: one drop, two drops...... A ...... A beach of ......

In a clearing where the moonlight poured, in front of a stout old tree trunk, a corpse was hanging, and the liquid like water was slowly dripping from its feet in the air.

Looking along the body, a hook abruptly pierced out of its abdomen, firmly hanging on the body, and when it looked up, it seemed that there was no trace of the head on the neck that had been flattened by something.

The blood from the fracture was still pouring out, slowly flowing down the torso......

Through the clothing, it can be determined that this headless male corpse is the lone shadow, one moment he is still in a hurry, and the next second, he was quietly and brutally beheaded and suspended in an obvious clearing.

Following.

In a secluded cottage in the city of Paris.

Jue's guardian team was preparing to evacuate the city of Paris, and they didn't stay long after seeing Zach lost, after all, it didn't take long to find the next Revorno blood clan.

Before the demons target them, they must ensure that the holy weapon ghost lamp does not fall into the hands of the demons.

But what they didn't know was that the demon clan had already extended its claws to the Revornor clan, and this scattered clan was the easiest to start, and if they broke it one by one, they couldn't believe that they couldn't find information and whereabouts about the holy artifact ghost lamp.

"Is it true that you won't have to wait any longer?"

Han Qingluo packed up her simple outfits, a little reluctant, after all, she spent the most energy on Zack, and finally the fish was hooked, but it turned into a situation where the bamboo basket was empty.

"Leave him alone, let's go, I hope he can still appear around here, it's impossible!"

Galo on the side spoke up, firmly denying Han Qingluo's fantastical if, how could Zac, the cunning Revorno, still appear in Paris City?

As soon as he escaped last night, he didn't know where he ran to, and he didn't know where he was, so I am afraid that he started a new round of swagger and deception.

Don't take care of the dagger at his waist, Han Qingluo pursed his lips and stopped making a sound.

"Are you all ready?"

Outside the house, Jue's voice came.

Hearing this, Han Qingluo walked out of the house with Jia Luo.

In the side alleyway, among the few people waiting, except for Jin who was wearing a wide black robe, the rest were dressed normally, and in the team, only Jin did not have the ability to face the sun, and it was a last resort to hurry during the day.

As soon as the door closes, the trip to Paris is over.

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On the outskirts of Dijon, at night.

In a long-abandoned manor.

A cobweb-covered dilapidated building stands in its center.

This legendary haunted manor has not been set foot by a living person for a long time.

Inside the half-hidden gate, the sound of the wind poured in was mixed with the sound of squirming and talking.

In the dimly lit hall, dark shadows emerged from all corners, and they gradually moved closer to the center, as if they were going to have some kind of assembly.

"Are you all here?"

In the darkness, a faint light lit up in the shadows, and an old man with a candlestick in his hand came to the long table covered with a thick layer of dust.

"Back to the Elder, Zack, Mal, and Moore are on their way."

In the shadows, a slightly younger voice rang out, replying.

The old man said "um" in a deep voice, set up the candlestick, and turned to face the people who had already arrived.

They are none other than the Revornor clan, and most of the representatives attending today's meeting are representatives of the clan with good ability, and they have come from nearby cities not far away, and they are too far away to be notified in time.

I can only wait for the rally to end, and leave a mark to contact.

This unprecedented gathering was also a helpless move, the Revornor blood clan was originally a blood clan that wandered around like a straw in the wind, usually acting as an individual unit.

Except for important things, leaving imprints and contacts, there is no communication at all the rest of the time, and they are wandering, and they have little interest in gathering.

Therefore, in the entire hall, there were only a dozen Revornor gathered, and the number was pitiful, and they were all haunted nearby, and when they saw the mark belonging to Elder Revorno, they followed the breath and hurried.

"Presumably, on the way here, you have heard the bad news that some clansmen have been harmed by unknown forces, right?"

The old man's face was solemn and he glanced at the people present.

Their equally heavy expressions clearly answered the old man's words.

The old man continued to speak: "According to the surviving Lal, the real purpose of this group of black-robed people is to come at our holy weapon, the ghost lamp, so whether to hand over the holy weapon to keep our clan safe, or to defend it, I need your advice!" ”

After all, in a short period of time, Revornor could not gather more strength to fight against the demons, and as the head of the clan, he had to weigh the pros and cons and make the best choice that was difficult to choose.

"Elder, why don't you wait for the three of them to arrive first, and then discuss it!"

The young voice from before sounded again, his face was embarrassed, how easy was it to hand over the holy weapon to keep him safe? If the holy weapon is handed over, it will be a shame for the whole clan, and the slaughter will not stop without handing it over.

The worst-case scenario is that the other party will go back on his word, not only take away the holy weapon, but also hack them, then Revorno will lose his wife and break his army.

Who knew that the old man's eyes were acute, and he said sharply: "Eli, now that Revornor is gone, and the younger generation does not have any cohesion, what can these dozen or so in our hall resist alone?" It is better to give them the holy weapon and save the poor children who are still alive! ”

As he spoke, he couldn't help but sigh, and his tone was full of helplessness and sadness that couldn't be hidden.

Eli opened her mouth, and the words she wanted to say suddenly stumbled in her throat, and she finally gave up.

"Whew~"

A gust of wind pierced through the hole in the roof and blew the half-hidden door open for a few minutes, making a "squeak" sound.

The voices in the hall suddenly stopped.

The old man turned his head sharply and shouted coldly in the direction of the shaking gate, "Who? ”

Nothing but the eerie creak of the door in response.

"Is it Zach and them?"

Eli asked as he looked warily at the gate, staring blankly at the door that had opened an inch more.

For a moment, a wordless confrontation spread throughout the hall, and a dozen Revorno were engrossed in observing the movement outside the door.

Unbeknownst to them, outside the hole in the roof, a four-legged black shadow crawled in, quickly hiding on the roof beam without them noticing.

After waiting for a long time, there was no movement outside the door.

A voice among the Revornos wondered, "Could it be just the wind?" ”

"Probably! The Elder and Eli may be too nervous! ”

"Well, I think too!"

The gossiping speculation slightly stabilized the hearts of the dozen or so Revorno in the hall, and their attention shifted to the elder again.

After this small episode, the elder also breathed a sigh of relief, changed his attention, and planned to wait until everyone was there before starting the meeting.

"I hope Zach won't object to handing over the Hallows at that time, that guy is too stubborn!"

The elder stared at the candlelight and sighed from the moment he spoke, among the young Revorno, he was the most amazing at manipulating illusions, and he was the only one who could take his place and lead Revornor back to glory.

Therefore, the heavy responsibility of guarding the holy weapon was also handed over to him early, with his wisdom, the elder was very relieved to hand over this important task to him, if he was asked to hand over the holy weapon that had been guarded for so many years, would he be willing to sacrifice for the sake of the overall situation?

Eli on the side understood the elder's distress and intentions, and comforted him: "Elder, don't worry-"

Before he could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by a sudden loud noise.

"Bang!"

I saw that the half-hidden door was suddenly knocked open, and a large number of black shadows appeared outside the door.

"Huh~smack!"

Before a dozen Revornor could react, a black shadow suddenly fell above their heads, and the elders in the center let out a miserable scream, and the Revornos who were scattered and dodged saw that a black-robed man had kidnapped their elders!

When did you sneak in?

Eli was shocked and shouted, "Elder Mallor! The steps that tried to step forward were stopped by a terrible hoarse sound.

The black-robed man who held Elder Mallor hostage showed the scimitar in his hand, pressed it against Mallor's chest, and said with a cruel smile: "Don't move, my knife is very sharp!" ”

For a moment, all the Revorno in the hall had no idea, and huddled together like frightened chicks.

Outside the gate, there was an abrupt applause.

I saw a figure in a black and gold robe revealing his thin hands, clapping again and again, and slowly walked into the hall, followed by ten imposing figures.

The same hoarse and thick voice came from under the wide robe and hat: "Well done, Great Sage! Save us the effort to slap this swarm of mosquitoes! ”

The fellow known as the Great Sage Envoy laughed loudly, let out a strange smile of compassion, and the hand holding the scimitar moved, pressing down the sharp spot a few points.

This action stung Malor, and a trace of pain overflowed on his vicissitudes of life, and Eli, who witnessed all this, wanted to make a move, but was pulled by the clansmen on the side, and shook his head gestureously.

"You are the demons who kill my people indiscriminately, right?"

Malor stared fearlessly at the black-and-gold-robed figure in front of him, his eyes full of disdain.

"Tut-tut!" The mysterious man under the black and gold robe smashed his mouth, and the brim of his hat shook from side to side a few times: "What a demon, it's too ugly, we are great holy war messengers!" ”

"Alright, tell us your purpose!" Malol didn't want to talk nonsense with the demons, so he went straight to the point, "As long as I promise not to hurt other clansmen, I will agree!" ”

Hearing this, the mysterious man under the black and gold robe laughed: "Okay, refreshing!" He paced up to Mallor, a pair of withered hands that exuded an evil aura rested on his shoulders, and the face under the hat gradually drew closer to Mallor......

In the dim candlelight, Moral saw a pair of cloudy white eyes and an ugly grimace covered in burn scars......