Winterfell, located in the far north of the continent, at the junction of the Orc Grasslands and the Eagle Empire.

In the end, the ice and snow cannot be said, but the temperature is not low, especially at this time when the snow has just begun to bloom.

Al walked into a tavern, which was bustling with activity, and the bold northerners had started their afternoon leisure life early, gambling and drinking and bragging.

Al's thin linen robe was out of place with the fur coats of everyone here, and it added a bit of mystery.

Al had just sat at the bar, next to a barbarian in leather trousers and a horned helmet with his chest exposed, and threw over a skin bag.

"Kid, take a sip and get out of here, this is not the place for you. ”

The Death Coin Tavern, famous throughout the continent.

There used to be two owners of lucky gold coins, and they won a lot of gold coins by gambling here before and after. Then he was suspected by the grumpy barbarian that Lao Qian was hacked to death here, and he didn't give any face to the smiling lady.

It is said that the Doom Maiden also went down to earth for this reason and drank a drink in this tavern with a face.

In the Eagle Empire, the rumors of the true god descending to earth are not known to be true or not, anyway, the lucky gold coin is indeed an experiment on the power of luck by the owner behind the tavern, the holy mage Arnold.

Al nodded politely to the barbarian, then stacked a handful of glittering gold coins in front of the tall, strong, and elegant bartender.

"I would like to express my gratitude by filling this gentleman's bag with the best wine, and by the way, I would like to invite Master Arnold, a student of Downsford York, to come and visit. ”

The strong man in the waistcoat, shirt, and black sè bow, the muscles in his chest were about to burst out, he put away the gold coins, and directly took out a small wooden wine barrel and threw it to the barbarian.

"Good intentions are still rewarded, Haru. Fill your own wine, and I won't serve you. ”

Haru then stunned for a moment, and then laughed heartily.

"Come, come, a bold young man, please drink the golden wheat, and those who see it have a share. ”

Everyone in the hall who was gambling heard the words and came over with bold wine glasses to share.

"Haru, you've been pampered by Lady Lucky today. ”

"Go, go, in the Tavern of Death, luck is not a good thing. ”

Haru first gave Al a glass of jīng to the glass container, and then shared the rest with the others. Everyone toasted to Al.

"To you, lad, may doom shelter you. ”

Al frowned, and with a toast, he stopped tasting it.

Doom Asylum, as strange as it sounds, is what Ms. Doom means to intercept all your misfortunes. He didn't expect that all of them were disciples of the Ominous Maiden.

The bartender, who had gone to pass the news, came out of the wooden door behind the bar and handed him a key.

"The third floor, 11, is used to enter through the door inside with a key. ”

Al took the key and went up the stairs, and a quiet maiden was walking down the dimly lit stairs.

Al politely gave way, and the maiden passed by him, and the lady smiled and saluted.

"Choose the left. ”

Left? What left?

Al looked back suspiciously, only to find that the girl was gone, as if it had been a hallucination.

The sound of gambling for dice in the hall gradually returned to the noisy reality.

Al walked forward calmly, inwardly checking the replay of the record with mechanical intelligence.

He was the only one on the dim staircase just now.

Could there be an illusion that could affect him? Or is there trouble after leaving the city?

Al walked up to the third floor, the stone house was poorly insulated, and the fierce gasps of men and women were heard in the rooms on both sides, as if they were really competing for the charm of men through the door.

He kept going and saw the 11 sign hanging on the innermost door of the stairs.

He was just about to open the door when a door next to 11 suddenly opened, and out of it came a strong man dressed in alcohol. Arms a well-built woman.

The strong man pushed Al away and walked out of the narrow corridor with his female companion in his arms.

"Little ghost, get out of the way. ”

His female companion threw an eyebrow at Al coquettishly, laughing and kissing fiercely with the strong man as he walked.

Al looked up and saw the room where the strong man came out, and the nameplate on the door was also 11.

The soft voice of the girl in the staircase came to my ears again.

"Choose the left. ”

This door is to the left of Arle.

Well, whoever you are, show up to guide me, then on the left.

Al inserted the key into the door, and disappeared into the hotel.

In the other room, 11, the door slowly opened, and out came a girl wearing a silk mesh transparent pajamas, holding a leather whip and a candle in her hands.

Purple Sè's delicate little mouth and vaguely graceful figure are all full of fatal temptation.

She stared across the stairs and looked at her girl with a smile on her face.

Spit out two words fiercely.

"Slut. ”

Al appeared in a wide hall, and beyond the towering gates behind him was a howling blizzard.

There was a faint sign of a giant walking among them, and he glanced at Al curiously.

Frost Giants, Cloud Giants, Rock Giants, and the extremely rare Wind Giants. Even the sky looms with a huge flying figure.

He had a space spell perfected by a plane traveler, and he immediately understood that this was no longer the material realm.

The gods lifted their thrones and ascended to the sky, creating a kingdom for believers to contain.

The mage borrowed it, and after being promoted to the legend, he could attach himself to the main material realm and open up a half-plane.

The Half-Plane is the Mage's greatest secret, the strongest fortress, the last refuge.

Al teleported away from the Death Coin Tavern, arriving at the half-plane that the Holy Mage Arnold had gotten out of nowhere.

In the deepest part of the hall, a giant suddenly appeared and sat on a massive throne, staring at Al with a metal head and thunderous eyes.

"Downsford York's student? ”

What kind of errands?

Even if he is a fifth-level mage, even if his combat power is good, what qualifications does he have to run errands for the holy mage who has transformed himself into a Thunder Titan.

The Titan Golem is one of the highest achievements in constructing a Golem, and this holy mage actually made himself a Golem?

However, in a certain way, constructing a life form is a longer immortal immortal than the life concealment technique and the yīn shadow life of the yīn soul city.

Al was tempted to refuse the Holy Mage's request, he had just wanted to visit his seniors as a junior and get guidance on the mysteries of the world.

Who would have thought that the predecessors of this world would not be polite at all to call young people.

The Thunder Titan didn't even make a move, and opened a portal behind Al, causing Al to stumble in the heat wave.

Looking through the portal, there is magma and volcanoes everywhere, fighting each other to devour the devils.

The first level of Bato's Hell, Scorched Hell, Aphnerth. (To be continued)