"Pretend? Who said I was pretending?"

Fifian's big eyes showed a sly look, "I have already set up a large number of magic circles on this robe of fate, and I can realistically display all the skills of the Doom Maiden!

She stretched out her small hand to reveal a small black spar in her palm, and Doug, who was already familiar with this kind of thing, immediately recognized it as a fragment of a soul stone: "O O Keeper of the One Truth, Lord of Conservation and Lord of All Things, Doug @ Siriu, please open your magnificent heart and hear the prayers of your humble apostle—I offer the power of my soul in exchange for eyes that can peer into my fate!"

She chanted very fast in a low voice, and in an instant, the tiny soul stone disappeared, and at the same time a mysterious light shrouded in her large eyes, as if it was constantly flowing, and when these eyes looked at you, an instinctive fear would rise from your soul, as if it had been completely seen, and make your whole body tremble!

- It's a pity that the soul power of this sacrifice is too meager, and it only lasts for a few seconds, and the mysterious light in Fifian's eyes disappears. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Very practical tips. ”

A real smile appeared on Linax's face, "I don't think even if Fitmaster came in person, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to recognize that you are not his follower......"

"Look, look!"

Fifian gained support from Linax's words, and raised a little face at Doug as if showing off: "There is no problem now!"

“...... All right. ”

Doug finally nodded in agreement with Fifian's request. It's not that he was persuaded by Fifian, but because he was just reminded by the little girl's approach - he has the roles of both the main god and the apostle, as long as he has something ready to sacrifice, he can throw Fifian to a safe place at any time!

"Yay!"

Fifian jumped up happily, and with a wave of his little hand, those mechanical assistants came out again, and in the flickering light, pieces of equipment with strange and exquisite shapes, and the whole revealed endless evil spirit, constantly appeared in front of everyone: "These are the equipment I prepared to go to the 'Temple of the Forsaken'—"

"Hmmm......"

Doug picked up a pair of black daggers, squinted one eye and looked at them for a moment, then turned his gaze to a delicate black crossbow and a black and purple tight-fitting leather armor that was placed with the dagger - it was obvious that this was a complete set of thieves' equipment, and judging by the beautiful patterns and amazing shapes, Doug was sure that these equipment—oh no, they were the prototype of these things—must also be something very promising.

I don't know where the little girl copied these ......

"Cursed Fang?"

Linakos, who was beside him, suddenly let out a low cry of surprise, reached out and picked up a ring ring carved with countless wailing heads, and his usually indifferent and elegant face showed a rare expression of surprise: "I remember that this thing was stored in the treasure house by the patriarch of the Green Dragon Clan, how did it end up here? And these-"

He lowered the ring and looked at the gear in turn: "Tyrannical Skin?...... Rafferes' Thorn ?......" His gaze finally rested on the dagger in Doug's hand: "...... Reapers of Fahalu?"

"Not bad!"

Fei Fei was very proud to take out two bracelets from them and put them on his hands: "And this pair—— 'The Guardian of the Netweaver' and the 'Precept of the Netweaver'!"

"These are imitations?"

Linax, who was very knowledgeable and at the same time had a long life, soon understood, and the surprise on his face faded away, but he changed his gaze to appreciation, and he couldn't help but caress them one by one as if he were admiring a work of art: "The degree of realism is very amazing......

"Of course, four hundred years later, I have specially chosen the course of 'Ancient Craft Aesthetics'!

Fifian replied proudly, "And these things are not simply imitation of the appearance of the prototype, although the materials I use are different from the original, the design principle is exactly the same! At least it can achieve seventy percent of the prototype's ability!"

Doug put down the dagger in his hand and began to look at some of the other equipment. With his 'professional vision', he immediately saw that Fifian's equipment was obviously composed of four sets, each of which corresponded to a class, for example, the thief suit he just noticed was one of them, and the others should be the mage suit, the priest suit and the warrior suit.

"Fifian ......"

Doug was tempted to ask her if she had ever thought about how an outsider dressed in such a luxurious outfit could operate in a place where there was no restraint in desire and everything was based on strength, but on second thought, with Linax, a super strong bodyguard, it shouldn't be a problem to deal with them, and with such a set of equipment, it would be easier to gain the trust of those people in the first place, which would be beneficial to himself. Gray Lizard Project', secondly, there are basically a few prototypes in each set of these treasures that are collected by several big guys now, and they have achieved the dual purpose of misleading the enemy and blaming others without wasting their efforts:

"—Well done. ”

He smiled and replaced the reproach he was about to give out for a compliment, and Fifian was so proud that he pounced on Linax and kissed Doug.

"Mage ......"

Doug's gaze swept over Linax's face, "Priest......" his gaze shifted as he looked at Fifian in his arms, "Thief ......"

He glanced at his hand, and the end of his gaze finally landed on the heavy armor that looked like a fortress - warrior, who to choose?

"Where's Cuxstrong?"

Doug first remembered that honest face that was very deceptive, "Let him go with us!"

"I sent him to protect the children I had secretly raised. ”

Fifian raised his little face and replied, "The heresy inquisitors of the Temple of Radiance are everywhere, and those children are untrustworthy in their eyes, and I am worried, so I sent him and Billian over." ”

“...... Tut. ”

Doug shook his head with some regret. Fifian took out the standard equipment of an adventurous combination, and he didn't feel much at first, but now looking at the whole set of warrior armor quietly placed there, he began to feel uncomfortable without such a meat shield.

Rumble!

"Don't think I can't do anything about you if you are a thick-skinned old man—Order: Elemental Massage—see if I don't itch you!"

There was another angry roar from overhead, and after a brief silence, the Meatball Ghost howled wolf, and Doug looked up thoughtfully for a moment, and when he withdrew his gaze, he saw that Linakos was also retracting his gaze.

Looks like everyone wants to go together!

The corners of Doug's mouth slowly provoked a smile: "'Warrior', there is." ”

......

......

'Hell's Gate' is a medium-sized bar located in the western foothills of the Despair Mountains, the owner of the bar, Divo@Kuiper, is a big believer in Farhalu, the god of death, and is very proud to have come up with such a poetic name in his opinion, but I don't know if it is because of the unfortunate reason of this name, since the bar opened, all kinds of conflicts large and small have always erupted inexplicably in his bar, for which he has renovated it fifteen times, It has been rebuilt three times, and there is not a single thing left in the store when it first opened, except for him, the owner, and everything else has been changed more than once.

Sometimes Devo can't help but wonder if it would be more appropriate to make this place a gladiatorial arena.

Although the business here is very good - close to the eternal resting place of the three regardless, there are some outlaws who are alive today and don't know where they will fall tomorrow, and it is called a generous money to spend money - several times to redecorate and find the perpetrator to get compensation, but it is really a bit annoying to demolish and build like this!

But it's really going to be demolished, Divo is really a little reluctant, not only is he reluctant, but those adventurers who come and go from this road are estimated to feel lost, how many years of ups and downs, the gates of hell have become a landscape in the mountains of despair, how many people have left memories, scars and blood here - the part that left the corpse naturally does not need to be mentioned- This place has become a part of their memory, and every once in a while, they will come here consciously or unconsciously, and the surrounding residents will also recommend this place to strangers, with various purposes-

Bang Dang!

As soon as he thought of this, the specially reinforced door seemed to have been struck by a mammoth, and suddenly split to both sides, and after slamming heavily against the surrounding walls, it made a dull loud noise, and suddenly the bar became as quiet as a cemetery, and several people who seemed to be quite powerful had already looked displeased, and some had even stood up and picked up their weapons, but when the figures of the people who came appeared from the darkness of the night outside the house, they sat back in unison.

It's not that they suddenly became polite, but that the people who came were not good, which made them all doubt their own strength-

The man was two and a half meters tall, full of size, almost the same thickness from the shoulders to the buttocks, and his whole body was shrouded in a very imposing armor, most of his face was covered by hard metal armor, only a part of his furry face and a pair of eyes that were by no means human were exposed, and his legs were strangely bent, and he looked like an orc- However, these are all minor problems, the point is that it carries a two-handed axe in its hand that is almost catching up with its own size, the sharp and shiny blade of the axe is like two lightning bolts, and the broad axe in the shape of a bat's skin wing is also about to catch up with the two specially reinforced doors of the 'Gates of Hell', and the handle of the axe as thick as a strong man's arm is carved with a hideous black serpent, which looks extremely shocking.

"Trouble again......"

Divo looked at the big man standing in front of the store, his eyelids beating rapidly. This orc seems to be quite powerful, not to mention the big axe in his hand - although there are no ordinary people in the shop, I am afraid that only a few people can lift it, let alone use it to fight.

“...... Are you going to let us go out with all the gold in our money bags on the road, bastard?"

An unhappy voice came from the darkness outside the door, and then a burly man with a black dagger in each hand came out of the night, saying reproachful words in his mouth, but his eyes were looking around the bar, and after a while, he found that there was no possibility of conflict, and as soon as his hands stretched out and retracted, the two daggers in his hands disappeared: "If you continue to toss like this, be careful that I will let the old man massage you for a whole week after I go back......"

"Woo!"

Meatball immediately showed a frightened look, shrank his body, immediately put away that arrogant momentum, turned around and shrunk to the side, moved the two doors of the bar twice, and was pleasantly surprised to find that this time it was not broken, and couldn't help but straighten up again.

"Dao-Tag, are there any empty seats in there?"

The little girl's voice came from outside, clear and sweet, which immediately caused a little commotion in the bar, but when the girl also entered the bar from the dark night, several adventurers saw the mark on her body clearly, and their faces changed slightly, and without hesitation, they dropped a few gold coins, and got up and walked towards the narrow aisle next to the bar, apparently wanting to leave through the back door.

“...... Now there is. ”

Doug looked at the tables that suddenly became empty, smiled slightly, and then noticed that the bartender at the bar seemed to be very concerned about himself from the beginning, and couldn't help frowning and greeting him with a cold gaze.

My lord Fahal is on it!

De Vo, who was poked by Doug with his cold gaze, didn't feel anything at all at this time, and even didn't care about his bar at all, he dared to swear with his remaining eyes that the pair of black daggers in the hands of this burly man dressed as a thief were definitely the legendary treasures of his sect that had been hidden for nearly a thousand years - the Reaper of Faharu!

Cold, calm, indifferent to good and evil, but full of the greatest mercy - from those daggers, as a faithful believer in Fahalu, he felt the true and powerful power of death!

The remaining eye on Dievo@Kuiper's face was about to turn red with excitement. If he could get these legendary daggers and enshrine them on the altar of Faharu, even the Lord God, who is eternally silent, would smile briefly, right?

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