This simple flying machine seems simple, but in fact, it uses some of the wisdom of the Eredians such as air resistance and air flow hedging. As for this shape, it is based on the simulation of a triangular flying machine on Earth. The wind runes on it are naturally still the wisdom of the Eredians. Using the link rune at the grip, Iruth's fighting energy continued to pour into the metal wings.

Some low-level magical beasts such as zebras, velociraptors, and lions on the plains were slowly roaming, and some scenes on the plains were under the eyes of the two of them.

Cartis achieved her first flight in her life, and she was inexplicably excited. If it weren't for the god stick of Irus, he would have screamed a long time ago. This feeling of looking down on all beings even gave her the illusion that she was a god.

"This is the Sachak Plains, yes! But the location is wrong, I didn't expect us to walk around in the mountains! If I remember correctly, there's a city of chaos in front of here. Irus said.

"You mean the infamous Musbel?" asked Katis asked.

"Yes, we have to go through there!" said Iruth.

"This is the only racially mixed city-state on the continent! Musbell is still racially mixed even in times of racial turmoil. Cutis said.

"Because they have lost their faith! They are just a bunch of wretched creatures abandoned by the gods. Irus said.

Irus suddenly discovered that he had the potential to be a god, and he could bring anything to the gods and beliefs when he opened and closed his mouth. This kind of foolishness without any psychological burden even began to admire himself.

"Let's go down! I'll make you a black iron mask first!" Irus stopped pouring his fighting energy, and the aircraft tilted and flew slowly downward.

The two of them eventually landed on a dirt slope where black quinoa grass flourished. Irus put the improvised flying machine into the ring space. Then he took out the black iron ore, and after the quenching of the Naru Blade, the black iron ore gradually turned into red molten iron.

Irus continued to shape and sculpt with his short sword, time passed, and the heat of smelting receded. A quaint yet lightweight black iron mask appeared in Iruth's hand. Maybe it's the craftsmanship of the Eredas, or maybe it's Iruth's obsession with refining things. It was supposed to be a completed black iron mask, but Irus used the blade of Lu to engrave a few simple runes for it.

This black iron mask has been outlined with a few simple strokes, adding a bit of calmness and depth. Caddis fastened the mask on her fair face, and under the black cloak and black iron mask, Caddis seemed to be a different person, as if she had become mysterious and noble.

Irus also put on a black cloak, and the Blade of Naru took shape again, and an evil mask appeared in Irus's hand, and he then clasped it to his face.

Under the reflection of the remnant sun, the two walked towards the chaotic city in their field of vision.

The outline of the city-state in the distance gradually became clear, and this city-state had its own unique memory throughout the continent of Aize. When the Race of Wisdom talks about the infamous Musbell, the wildness and hatred in their hearts will quietly bloom.

This is a paradise for thieves, a world for mercenaries, a starting point for inter-ethnic trade, and a cradle of sin. There are no racial forces here, and there is no security! Musbell is like a crispy, oily piece of fat that you can swallow with your mouth open. But no force dared to attack the idea of this city-state, because it was a piece of fat soaked in poison.

There were three people who spoke to Musbel. The Bloodslaughter Lucas in the North City, the Phantom Anar in the East City, and the Shadow Poison Vijev in the West City. The names of these three people are as loud as this city-state, and they have their legends throughout the continent of Ezé! It is precisely because of the existence of these three people that Muspel has become what it is today. It is also because of Musbell that the three of them became famous and wrote their legends.

The three legends have become the spokespeople of Musbel, and they have also become permanent personnel on the nirvana orders of the major forces in the mainland. This information can even be found in the memories of a small scout of the Gravel Tribe, which is enough to show the far-reaching influence of the three legends.

Bloodslaughter, he is a blood spirit from Dores, the creator seems to have put all his heart and soul into carving for him, and Lucas's strange and evil face seems to be a god who has come out of a picture scroll. A bard once commented that Lucas was the elf who had fallen into the mortal world, and that he was so handsome that even a man would fall in love and fall in love when he saw him!

Legend has it that there was an ancient troll from Cubarush who once glanced at Lucas from a distance, and the troll couldn't help himself, his emotions were chaotic, and the beast's blood was boiling! When Lucas looked back and left that deep smile, this troll with ancient blood went completely crazy, and actually pulled out the short sword on his waist and plunged it into his heart.

What's even more amazing is that such a handsome Lucas doesn't have any scandals. While people were still talking about his face, the demon fang under the moonlit night opened his sharp short blade.

When people focused their eyes, they realized that he was actually an assassin of the Holy Order. When he slaughtered the clergy of more than seventy holy churches and three holy monasteries in a row, his name resounded across the continent, and even became a banner of the Night Assassin world, a textbook existence.

The paladins of the Holy Guard hunted down the assassin hiding in the darkness with vengeful fury. But in the end, these group of more than 200 Saint-rank knights were killed one by one, and none of them escaped.

The Holy See was furious and issued a permanent death warrant!And Lucas, armed with his bloody blade, also announced to the Holy See that he would permanently settle in this Muspel, ready for revenge and assassination.

Phantom, a half-elf from the Shadow Moon Canyon. Anar's origins are no secret, and the Assassin who likes to suck human essence and blood is not born of a mixed race with Terrans. The continent is home to many ancient and mysterious races, and the Bloods are one of them. The mysterious race with bat wings that devours the blood of demonic beasts to improve their abilities has been hiding in a dim corner of the continent. While Anar inherited the characteristics of the blood clan, he also inherited the talents of the elves.

Who would have thought that this Anal would be a yin and yang body, and that on a moonlit night she would transform into a feminine woman, hook up with those restless men, and then devour their essence and blood! In the daytime, he would turn into a handsome man, to tease those aristocratic ladies and young women, and when he was done eating, he would suck the last trace of blood out of the woman's body! until he turned into human skin.

Anar has a great talent for disguise, and some of the best princesses or princes of the Human Empire have been squeezed into human skin or sucked into human skin at every turn by this extremely twisted soul.

The Yves Saint Laurent Empire had issued a wanted warrant to kill the phantom. However, in one day and night, all the male members of the palace were squeezed into human stems, and the women were reduced to wrinkled human skins.

Later, the phantom announced in a high-profile manner that he would stay with Musbell, wanted to be wanted or assassinated, and was always with him.

Shadow Poison, Vigeev was a Terran apothecary with ideals, and he also had a bright wife, her name was Merent. It is said that Melind's beauty is the envy of elves.

The prince of the Domingo Empire met this beautiful wife by chance, and after that, the two fell in love with each other, and they couldn't stop it! Videv, who focuses on pharmacy research, pushed open the door of the house one day, only to see the two fighting naked. Melette even glanced at Vejev with her seductive eyes, followed by the soul-tearing scream.

Vejev silently closed the door, and drank the bottle of necromancer that was being adjusted. Overnight, Vedev turned into an undead body, completely dehumanizing and sentient except for a little intelligence!

With nowhere to vent, he began to devour all the potions in the laboratory, no one knew what he had swallowed, his intestines and stomach and shin were bursting, and his viscera even seeped through his belly.

But a miracle happened at this moment, Vedev regained his senses, his broken belly slowly wriggled and recovered, and from then on, he had an immortal body! Extremely poisonous.

The Domingo Empire was reduced to nothing after half a year, and the land was black and black, and not a single grass was growing.

Melette was soaked in an unknown green liquid, and Videv placed her in a glass bottle. Later, Vejev came to Muspel with a huge glass bottle on his back, walked to the pinnacle of his life, and settled in Xicheng District.

Irus and Katis walked into Musbell, the road was filled with prison carts, and the slaves hidden in black iron cages had blank eyes and blood stained on their bodies. I could vaguely see a few petite and delicate Fox girls curled up in an iron cage, the scarlet on their thighs proving that they had been subjected to the ravages.

The city was not beautiful, and a fishy smell suppressed the old city! Everywhere you could hear the screams of the slave traders, and the wails and prayers of the slaves under the whip. Heavy wagons pass by, carrying the fur and bones of demonic beasts, leaving two scarlet ruts on the road!

This is Musbell, a city full of sin in the sun, a city of hell for slaves.

If the eyes could kill, these merchants would die on the road before they even entered the city, and their goods and money bags would disappear from this world in an instant.

There are many bars on both sides of the street, and tall and burly mercenaries rub the women in their arms. As if this is not the case now, the next second will leave this world, and never see the sun again, and the sparkling gold coin. And, of course, this coquettish woman in her arms!

It is true that Irus was a slave, but after killing the Cardinal Deacon, he had a lot of gold coins in his ring. He looked at a hotel around the corner, intending to stay overnight tonight.

When you walk in, a violent scene is playing out in the restaurant on the first floor, and a minotaur is stepping on the palm of a thief with his hooves, and the creaking sound of the squeaking metacarpal bone shattering is a foreshadowing of the thief's tragic fate in the future.