The dark night's face instantly turned pale as a ghost, and the strength of his whole body felt that it was drained, and he swallowed his saliva with difficulty, he didn't wipe the cold sweat on his head, he turned around and left with a strong and calm face.

The steps were very firm, and he strode directly to the side of another lady's stall, closed his eyes in the dark, took a deep breath, clenched his trembling hands with all his strength, and desperately squeezed out a smiling expression, looking at the lady who sold cloth shoes next to him.

"Cloth shoes, linen shoes, twenty silver coins a pair. ”

The night squatted down, forced himself to keep a smile on his face, and said to the person in front of him, "More money?"

"Twenty silver coins a pair, young man!"

Picking up a pair of shoes at a stall in the dark, staring at the cloth shoes for a while, he didn't raise his head and said to her, "Cloth shoes? What kind of cloth are these?"

"It's cloth shoes, do you want to buy a pair?"

Hearing this, the eyes lit up in the dark night, and his face finally returned to his red color.

"Auntie, did you do it yourself?"

The night stared at the face of the old woman in front of him, and asked her another word.

Very good at being a man!

"My daughter made it, and my wife took it out and sold it for some money. ”

"Whew!"

The dark night relieved a breath of turbidity in his chest, he was frightened just now, he looked up at the uncle selling meatloaf in the distance, and then looked back at the old woman in front of him, picked among the pile of cloth shoes in his hand, and asked the old woman without a head,

"Auntie, how much is ten pairs?"

"Twenty silver coins a pair!"

The night stared at the old woman's face, shook a pair of cloth shoes in his hand, and said to her, "Auntie, I am asking you how much do you cost ten pairs?"

"Twenty silver coins a pair!"

The soothing heart of the dark night, after hearing this answer, was like being grabbed fiercely, and there was a violent beating in an instant, and the hand shaking the cloth shoes was a little dry between the waves, and the smiling expression was instantly stiffened.

The voice of the night trembled a little, and he said to the old woman, "Auntie, what is the thread of this spike?"

When the old woman heard the night ask, she paused for a moment, and then ignored the night, but shouted loudly:

"Cloth shoes, linen shoes, twenty silver coins a pair. ”

I heard the old woman say this again in the night, the number of words is not bad, and the tone is fine!

He directly threw the cloth shoes in his hand on the stall, and he stood up tremblingly like a stuffed chaff body, and his little face that had just returned to ruddy turned as white as paper, and the cold sweat between his heads dripped down his face, and the entire mage robe was soaked through cold sweat, and the arm that wiped the sweat trembled uncontrollably.

"No...... No way!"

The night was a little unfavorable to himself, and he looked back at the crowds around him, and then at the stalls around him and the cheerful children around him, and he walked towards a stall in the distance.

The night swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and saw a bunch of old men bragging and farting in front of him, and he took a deep breath, as if he had mustered up a tall courage, and walked towards it.

"Let me tell you, the orc tribe on the mountain over there is all dead, and there is not a single one left. ”

"Really? That's a tribe of more than 100 people, who did it?"

"Really! I know what the merchant who came to our village to steal goods said. ”

......

Standing next to these old men and listening to them in the dark night, he stared at these old men for a long time, but this group of people was still chatting about something there as if they hadn't seen the night, and they didn't even turn their heads back for the people who came in suddenly.

"Uncle, uncle, where is this half-orc village?" said the dark night to an old man next to him a little politely.

"Hey, let me tell you, the orc died a terrible death, and I've heard that it's said to be a corpse all over the place. ”

"I don't even know about this, old Nate, did you blow it?"

No one cares about the night!

The dark night's eyes were a little bloodshot, and he touched the old man Nate in front of him with a trembling hand.

"When did I Nate blow to you, I don't believe you go and ask the merchant from the village. ”

It's a real person!

There is a physical body! The body is more warm, but the night does not push, the old man does not look back at the night, as if he has no sense, he tries again, but still does not push!

The dark night stared at the bloodshot eyes a little confused, this is an old man, it seems that he is not a sword master at all, he tried at an old man next to him again, but he still can't push, the night is crazy!

He kicked directly at these old men, not moved at all, this group of people is like a talking stone statue, the body is as solid as a rock, but they talk to each other, blowing their beards and staring at each other are so real.

The force of the shock kicked out directly shook him to the ground, fell to the ground in the dark, looked at the crowd around him, and looked at the whole town, this prosperous village at night is no longer weird, but infiltrating!

He sat down on the ground, stretched out his leg and tossed towards the child who was happily chasing, and felt a pain in his leg in the night, and his leg was kicked away by the child in front of him, as if he had not been mixed before.

The night was holding his legs on the ground, inhaling in pain, and his blood-red eyes stared at the children running past him like hungry wolves.

The night limped to a no-man's corner, looking at the location was relatively partial, the courage to walk just now was instantly drained, and he collapsed directly under the base of the wall.

His face was as pale as a ghost, his body had been soaked through cold sweat, and his eyes were staring blankly at the mottled wall opposite, slightly sluggish, panting heavily, he felt that he didn't know what he would face next, and he didn't know where Gary Eugene and Simbed had gone, dead or alive!

Fear!

Confused!

Helpless!

Overwhelmed!

The disappearance of Gally's Eugene and Simbed cast a shadow over the night's mood.

Unreal!

Everything felt false, but it was so real, he walked four or five stalls in the dark, and the things sold in the stalls, he looked at them all carefully, it was very real, it was true, and the whole town was the same, and it was even more real and prosperous.

But people are different, except for the loud shouting and asking for other things, the nearby villagers are like fakes, turning over and over are the words in the selling, as if they are repeated gramophones, repeat!

The villagers sitting nearby didn't pay any attention to the person who was there, except for the little girl who had just entered the village to give him candy cubes and the stall owner, no one paid attention to him, just like he was not in this world, and the villagers couldn't see him at all, and they didn't feel anything when they touched their bodies.

He doesn't know what the orc tribe discussed by the villagers is, this imperial orc has it, but it is the most elite military force in the empire, and the whole race is the army of the empire, not only men, but also women!

The elite of the Empire!

I have never heard of this race living in this remote eastern desert mountain range, and I only know that the empire still lives in the mountains, and it is only the Caveman race of Gally Eugene.

That race didn't say that they dared to live in this huge Eastern Desert North Mountain Range, but lived in a branch of the Eastern Desert North Mountain Range, on the Silent Mountains!

Uncanny!

The night felt a burst of emptiness and helplessness in this village.

Inhuman!

Not a living person, but so real, so illusory, yet visible to the naked eye!

The night feels like suddenly breaking into a piece of history, experiencing something personally, but you can only watch it, but you can't change it, what is being played here is not a world for him, not a thing at a time node.

What is this place?

Is it a powerful space, or is it a naturally generated void circle, or is it the mind world of some powerful demonic beast, or is it a mirage formed by a treasure?

In this unpredictable place in the East Desert North Mountains, there are too many legends, and too many stories have been left, tragic, joyful, rich overnight, sad and clutched, there will be any kind of situation, but obviously the night does not belong to these kinds, he belongs to the strange situation!

This is the academy's autumn ritual! Speaking of chartering, the night is no longer thinking about being deceived by the academy, and this place may not be known to the academy at all.

This kind of place is more terrifying than directly encountering a powerful and ferocious demonic beast, and fear always comes from the unknown!

Ten thousand ideas suddenly popped up in his mind, but he didn't know which one it was, he was an insignificant little person, a low-level mage apprentice, not even a "teacher", and he didn't know if his life was important to the things in this world, and he had to die himself.

But the little people have the struggles of the little people!

No one's life is cheap!

Simbed knew to run away when he was hunted down, let alone in the night!

Even if he has lived two lives and doesn't take his life very seriously, it doesn't mean that he will die here like a cheap grass, even if he dies, he must know what he died in the hands of.

The dark night took a deep breath of turbidity in his chest, eased his frightened heart, forgot the fear in his mind, picked up the frightened gall, stared fiercely at the beast-like gaze, and looked towards the crowd.

He decided to fight hard!

Sitting back is not his style!

There is something of great fear ready to kill him! This is fate, not gold, not even gold!

When can I put my own things in the palm of someone else's hands?

The night pulled out the black cloth belt around his waist, he stared intently at the unknown thing, there was no heat and shock, only a warm breath permeated, he wrapped this thing around his left hand, and muttered to himself.

"Flowers are not flowers, fog is not fog, half a scroll is lost and you can't see it, you want my life, but what you don't know is that I don't want to die in the night!"

The night stood up and buttoned the hood of the mage's robe to his head, and walked towards the "bustle......