The night sky was dotted with stars, and occasionally a streamer crossed by, flying into the distance.

The night in Iron Mountain is as calm as ever, and the dry breeze slowly blows through the streets, bringing the coolness of early autumn and the signal of severe winter. The homeless people of Iron Mountain Town gathered in the streets and alleys, some playing cards under the orange and red street lamps, and some sitting on the edge of the sidewalk to enjoy the shade; Some are wiping down various parts to prepare for tomorrow's stall business, while others are fiddling with newspapers and blankets and laying their own nests; Some were curled up in the corners, with dim kerosene lamps, reading books with tattered covers......

"Boom, boom, boom......"

At this moment, the roar of an engine came from far and near, breaking the silence of the neighborhood. After a few seconds, the blinding headlights lit up the entire street, and the wanderers put down what they were doing and looked up vigilantly.

In sight, a dark green, iron-clad truck drove quickly. The heavy body jolted slightly, like a steel beast breaking into the block, roaring past with a crushing momentum and billowing smoke. After the big truck, all that was left was a pungent smell of waste and a shouting and swearing.

"Damn, it turned out to be a messenger." "These birdmen don't let people sleep." "If you don't pull a few stupid, you drive so fast in the middle of the night, and you're not afraid of hitting people." "If the eldest sister is still here, she will definitely not let them into the town at night." "It's really a bad deal, next time Lao Tzu will take the driver down and beat him up." "Whip him around, hahaha......" "Haha, this is good, this is good."

Just as the wanderers were scolding, the big truck went all the way through the south gate of Tieshan Town, heading in the direction of Silver City No. 13......

Half an hour later, the truck came along the gravel road to a military base and stopped in front of the steel-welded gate. The driver got out of the car and shouted to the guards guarding the door: "Big brother, there is a letter." ”

"In the middle of the night, what letters?" The guard stepped forward and asked.

"In addition to two boxes of regular letters, there is also a letter on it." The driver rubbed his hands and replied cautiously.

"The above? Which one? The guard's face changed and he asked hurriedly.

"No. 1 East Street, Lei Ling family, letter from Lord Morton." The driver nodded and said.

"Quick, bring it right away." The guard stretched out his hand and picked up the walkie-talkie to report the situation. The driver hurriedly ran back to the car, took a letter sealed in red wax, and handed it to the guards.

It didn't take long for the gates to open, and two garrisons and a young officer in a lieutenant's uniform hurried out. The guards hurriedly greeted him and handed over the letter with both hands. The young officer took it from the guards, carefully packed it in his suitcase, and then jumped into the jeep in front of the base and galloped in the direction of Silver City No. 13.

Moments later, the jeep came to the ground transfer station of Silver City 13. The young officer did not stop for a moment, quickly got out of the car, walked briskly into the transfer station, found the officer on duty, and then handed over the suitcase and explained his intention.

The officer on duty took the suitcase, immediately turned around and went out, took the floating boat, and came to the checkpoint of the thirteenth silver city.

"Lei Ling's family, Lord Morton's letter." The officer on duty said as he handed the suitcase to the guards at the checkpoint. The latter took the suitcase, immediately turned around and left the checkpoint, got into a light electric car, and headed in the direction of East Main Street.

More than twenty minutes later, the guards at the checkpoint came to an ancient and luxurious old European-style mansion. The guards at the checkpoint explained their intentions to the gate guards wearing second-generation psionic power armor, and the guards immediately informed the butler.

After a while, an old butler in his fifties, dressed in a black tuxedo, came to the door with a maid. He took the suitcase, thanked the guards at the checkpoint, and then instructed the maid to take the latter to the side room for coffee and receive a tip for the delivery of the letter.

The guard bowed to the old butler and thanked him, then followed the maid to the side of the mansion. The old butler carried the suitcase, followed the path made of flowers and rain stones, passed through the fountain of colorful stone carvings, and walked into the main entrance of the big house. Then, on the thick crimson carpet, he walked up the oak staircase to a two-man arched wooden door, and gently shook the brass bell on the door frame.

"Sir, your letter." "Come in." After receiving the answer, the old butler opened a crack in the door and walked sideways into the room.

The room is covered with a thick carpet of dark red and yellow and white patterns. Standing in the doorway, the four walls of the room are lined with mahogany bookcases, and there are crafts, pottery utensils, and some unnamed antiques in the corners. In the middle of the room is a bronze globe, and behind the globe is a large and heavy desk.

At this time, an old man with gray hair and a dignified face sat at his desk. The old man's face looked a little pale, and his body was a little rickety. He is the current head of the Lei Ling family, Lei Ling Morton.

Morton is in his nineties this year, and he has been in the ranks of the Holy Order for sixteen years. Originally, the lifespan of those who had stepped into the Holy Rank would be extended to range from two hundred to five hundred years, but at this moment, Morton looked unusually old. On the one hand, he was almost eighty years old when he stepped into the Holy Stage, and the "spiritual energy manifestation" could only delay the speed of aging, but could not rejuvenate him, so the effect of prolonging his lifespan was not significant on him; On the other hand, he was severely injured by Lena Eucoris who came to him half a year ago, and now he has a lot of blood and restless psionic energy in his veins. He couldn't suppress his injuries anymore, if he couldn't clear the dark wounds in his body. Not only will he lose the power of the Holy Order, but he will soon die.

In the past six months, he has often sighed, the passing year is unfavorable, and his luck is too bad. He couldn't have imagined how a dragon-transforming person could be hiding in this remote part of the poor mountain. If he had known, he would have served with kind words, and he would not have caused such trouble. But now, he can only knock out his teeth and swallow it in his stomach, only blaming himself for his lack of discipline, his great-grandson played with a woman on the ground, and was found and killed by the enemy. Even if it was embarrassing, it caused such a big evil star, and almost cut off the life of their Lei Ling family.

At that time, if it weren't for the other three Holy Orders in the Thirteenth Silver City joining forces to protect him, it was estimated that the Lei Ling family would have been wiped off the map. Not only was the dragon-transforming man immeasurably powerful, but he was also completely unreasonable, unable to communicate or negotiate......

Just as Rayling Morton was struggling with gains and losses, the butler opened the suitcase and revealed the letters inside. He looked at the letter, and his eyes suddenly lit up with a strange brilliance.

"Alas...... It's finally time to wait...... There is salvation...... There is a ...... saved," he sighed deeply, and took out the letter with a mutter, looking at the red wax mark on the seal. His gaze gradually dimmed, his aura faded, and he looked a little dull.

The mark was a wolf's head biting three swords, and the lines were very simple, and the wolf's demeanor was vividly portrayed with a few strokes. Ordinary people would not be able to understand this mark, but in front of the old antiques in the temple, they would definitely stand up in fright.

"Sword of the Firmament, Gnoses."

It didn't take long for Leling Morton to come to his senses, stand up with the letter, and say to the old butler, "Prepare the car." The old butler bowed and withdrew from the room.

A few minutes later, a seven- or eight-meter-long sedan stopped in front of Lei Ling's mansion. Morton took the letter, walked out the door, and got into the car.

"Wolf's Tooth Prison" "Yes, sir. ”

The long car started and slowly walked along the stone road in front of the mansion. A few minutes later, the long car drove out of the residential area and onto the wide asphalt road. The roads in Yincheng are very smooth, and the road surface is neat and clean. The road is lined with low trees and colorful flowers, and under the bright street lights, it looks vibrant and verdant.

An hour later, the long sedan pulled off the road and onto a small two-way lane that was eerie. There are no street lights, no flowers, and the road is flanked by high walls. After about two kilometers of walking, the front suddenly opened up to a semi-arc entrance.

The guard guarding the door stepped forward to ask, and Morton pressed the window and glanced at the guard. The latter immediately straightened up, gave a military salute, and waved his hand to the sentry post.

The heavy gate slowly parted, and the long car drove in. Half a minute later, the car stopped in front of a castle made of black stone. Morton didn't wait for the driver to open the door, he got out of the car and strode into the hall of the castle with the letter.

The warden greeted him and saluted Morton. Without saying a word, the latter raised his hand and motioned to lead the way. The warden nodded, and led Morton deeper into the castle.

After a few minutes of walking down the stone spiral staircase, the two came to an iron fence. The warden made a gesture, and the guards inside the fence immediately pulled out the key and opened the iron gate. The two continued on their way, along the narrow passage to the next sentry. In this way, they passed through three sentry posts in a row and came to a cell.

Morton held out his hand to the warden, who willingly removed the key from his waist, placed both hands in Morton's hands, and then saluted and turned away. When the warden was gone, Morton picked up the key, opened the door to his cell, and walked inside.

The cell was twenty square meters in size, cleanly clean, with a single bed in the corner, a bookcase next to the bed, and a small round table and two chairs in front of the bookcase. On the table was a good vintage of Siren, a heart-shaped bottle of St. Augustine Roa, a delicate goblet and a small bantam.

At this moment, a tall old man sat on a chair with his back to the round table with his back to the door. He was staring intently at the book in his hand, not seeming to notice anyone entering. From behind, the old man had white hair, which was very long and messy, and was casually draped over his broad shoulders. He was so large that the back chair appeared small. One can't help but wonder if this small chair can carry his weight.

Viewed from the side, the old man's hands and feet are covered in thick shackles. The shackles emitted a faint purple light, which can be seen by a little pedestrian, which is the faint light emitted by the "super-density alloy". This is the toughest metal in the world, and it needs to be mixed with three rare metals such as pure gold, mythril and black iron in a certain proportion in high-quality molten iron, and then smelted at a high temperature of tens of thousands of degrees before it can be formed.

"Old classmate, old Morton has come to see you." Morton squeezed out a smile on his face and said flatteringly.

The old man seemed to have some ears behind his ears, and he didn't hear the words of the visitor, but he still looked at the book in his hand, and he didn't move much. Morton frowned, turned his face and rolled his eyes at the door, and cursed in his heart: "Old fox, old immortal." When he turned back again, he put on a smiling face again, and said in a kind tone: "Old classmate, old Morton has come to drink with you." ”

"Oh......" The old man looked up, looked at Morton blankly, and then lowered his head and continued reading.

"Old classmate, as for it?" Morton asked patiently.

The old man raised his head again, beckoned softly, and motioned for Morton to come over. The latter stretched his neck and leaned over, and at that moment, the old man suddenly burst into a loud cry, which shook Morton's dizziness and sat down on the ground. Then the old man stood up, looked at Morton, who was sitting on the ground with a depressed face, and immediately burst out laughing.