"Wha......" The laughter suddenly toppled the roof, and the drinkers covered their bellies with laughter and kept pounding the table.

While he was laughing, the gate was suddenly pushed open, and the captain of the guard, dressed in armor, walked in surrounded by guards. The drinkers stopped the noise and left the stage for the big names in town.

"Stinky idiots, you've got a job!" The captain of the guard swept the hall with his nose covered, waving his hand in annoyance.

The guards behind him rudely tore off the parchment and pinned an oakbark scroll to the bulletin board.

When the guards left, the drinkers flocked to it.

"The town chief recruits warriors to go to Gray Mist Village, accompanied by the priesthood!"

"One Jinbei per person a day, three meals for free!"

"The treatment of the registered mercenary group is negotiable!"

The good news kept flying out of the crowd, and the tavern was empty. One hundred silver shells is equal to a golden shell, and the half bag of silver shells in Wu Chen's hand can't be exchanged for a golden shell, and this is already the entire net worth of the robbers.

You can see what a generous reward this is.

Sitting in the corner of the empty tavern, it was even more conspicuous, Wu Chen simply picked up his wine glass and walked to the bar.

"Outlander?" The boss personally poured Wu Chen full of ale wine.

"Hmm." Wu Chen nodded, and casually put down a silver shell, "Boss, what happened in Gray Mist Village?" ”

Without waiting for the boss to make a move, the silver shell had been plundered in front of him. An exaggerated voice immediately sounded behind his ears, "Aha! Let Roger, who knows everything, sue you. ”

A gust of wind blew, and a man named Roger sat down next to Wu Chen, and gave the silver shell he had just gotten to the boss, "Two glasses of rum, I'll please." ”

The boss shook his head helplessly, and carefully filled the glass that had just been wiped in front of the two of them. "Please take your time."

The palm under Wu Chen's robe relaxed slightly, and he pinched the wine glass and gently touched it with Roger, who was waiting in the air.

Dipping his lips, Wu Chen immediately put down his wine glass and waited for Roger's explanation.

"Grey Mist Village is the closest village to the Mist Swamp, a wealthy manor house about seventy miles from there, the last settlement of humanity. They settled on the edge of the swamp and relied on growing bracken and mushrooms on the dry soil on the edge of the swamp in exchange for essential supplies. Grey Mist Village is also the last supply ground for caravans and adventurers who venture deep into the swamp. ”

Seeing Wu Chen nodded, Roger smiled: "Half a month ago, the living corpses in the Mist Swamp suddenly rioted and began to attack the Gray Mist Village. It is said that the damage was very large, so the village also sent people to the town to issue a mission to remove the living corpses. ”

The boss behind the bar duly added, "Originally, it wasn't strange for living corpses to attack Grey Mist Village, but that was usually during the Stygian Tides. It's really weird to happen now. ”

Stygian tides again?

Thinking that Wu Chen didn't know, Roger put down the empty cup and lightly tapped the table to signal the boss to fill up. "This is a spectacle unique to the Misty Swamp, and when the Stygian Moon appears, the mist rising from the Misty Swamp will rush out of the swamp and flood in all directions like a tidal wave, the most powerful of which even occupies the entire hilly area for three months. The fog obscured the sun, a haven for the living and ghosts. ”

The boss sighed, "The living corpses and ghosts that have died in vain in the swamps roam with the tides, devouring the flesh and soul of men, luring them into the embrace of darkness. ”

The boss's words seemed to sting Roger's scar, and the man threw his head back to drink his good wine and slammed his glass down against the bar. "Damn the living corpse!"

Wu Chen asked thoughtfully, "What is the strongest undead in the mist?" ”

Roger and the boss said in unison: "Twilight Knight! ”

Seeing that Wu Chen was silent, Roger next to him raised his eyebrows, "How about it, let's do it together?" ”

Wu Chen shook his head, dropped a silver shell, and after inquiring about the address of the mercenary union, he said goodbye and left.

These low-level mercenaries that Wu Chen encountered were all human beings. Not marked with darkness, become undead. As if insulated from the whole world, there is not a trace of what is happening in the king, and there is no trace of it here. People are still leisurely drinking afternoon tea or strolling around with their hands behind their backs. In addition to the messenger, the fastest one is Wu Chen.

As a free territory that can operate independently, the mercenary group and chamber of commerce in Boulder Town cannot be underestimated. As soon as Wu Chen appeared in the bar, he was already being targeted. When he walked out of the bar again, his identity was even more revealed.

So before he could walk up the steps, the guards had already greeted him respectfully.

"Good day, Your Excellency the Traveling Mage."

"Good day, warriors." Wu Chen maintained a smile that was just right.

"The head of the regiment is waiting for you." The guards open the door to the mercenary union.

"Okay." As soon as Wu Chen stepped into the hall, his breath was locked. The powerful soul fluctuations were constantly bounced off by the mirrors placed all over the hall, completely disrupting Wu Chen's judgment.

A large oval mirror facing the gate flickered with light and shadow, revealing a hazy figure.

"Your Excellency, Great Traveling Mage, what would you like in exchange?"

He used the word exchange. Wu Chen thought for a moment and said, "Eternal Flame." ”

"It must be said that we cannot refuse."

"I will give you the eternal flame of life, and you must repay it with sufficient sincerity." Wu Chen bid with a smile.

The mirror surface rippled, and thirteen undead warriors of different shapes came out. The sudden and steady soul fluctuations immediately became extremely strong. Wu Chen compared the evil dragon who was trampled to death by Madame Butterfly, and the strength of the Thirteen Primordial Warriors was even stronger than the evil dragon!

"Your Excellency, as you wish, we will be the sword in your hands." The leader of the thirteen people led everyone to humbly bow their heads to Wu Chen.

"The contract is made. Your task is simple......" Wu Chen said with a smile.

"It's as simple as that?"

"Trust me, it's not easy." Wu Chen said with a solemn expression.

Before leaving, Wu Chen asked about the Dark Moon Tide again. The answer is: Twilight Knight. Maybe they didn't know that Wu Chen had become the new Knights of the Twilight Knights, but Wu Chen's contact with the Thirteen Knights through the Twilight Badge was also ambiguous. But one thing is certain, the Stygian tides are a natural phenomenon that no one is driving behind the scenes.

A natural phenomenon?

Wu Chen decided to go to Gray Mist Village to find the answer.

Leaving the town from the southern city gate, Wu Chen did not summon the nightmare, but headed towards the swamp alone. As he had come, he planned to cross the swamps, take a shortcut and return to the Twilight Knights' Castle.

The hike was rather tedious, and when you turned the boulders blocking the way, the target suddenly disappeared.

"Huh?" Roger, who had been following all the way, quietly appeared, looking around for traces left by his target.

"What do you want?" A cold voice sounded behind him, and Roger's scalp was numb, and a chill rose all over his body. Biting his lip, Roger slowly raised his hands, "I have no malice, I just want to be with you." ”

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