Looking at the heavy dark gold coin inlaid with a blood-red cross in the palm of his hand, Lowe became more and more irritable in his peace of mind.

He paced back and forth in the woods behind the hot construction site, clutching the cross coin tightly in his hand, but with his strength, he could not make the coin deform even the slightest angle. He really hoped that if his dark spirit could completely devour this little coin, this qiē would never happen-

But this could not be, in his time, the Cross Brigade was already a powerful organization hidden under countless black veils. During the First Patriotic War, the Osilian Dark Mage Resistance mainly relied on two intelligence agencies, one belonging to the Terran hero Phantom with Winged Demon blood, which was an organization on the surface. The other is the intelligence agency of the Crusader Brigade, which is hired by the Imperial Power of the Holy Land. Even with the Winged Demon Clan's super intelligence ability to be proficient in spying and reconnaissance, until the end of the First Patriotic War, he did not really understand this mysterious organization called the Cross Brigade. Such an organization is so deeply hidden that even those in high positions know about the existence of this organization, but they are completely unable to know what such an organization is for and what it depends on. All they knew was that any mortal power was so insignificant to such an organization with a history dating back to the time of the First Holy Emperor.

"Lowe. ”

Lovian stopped, leaning against a tree and gasping for air. A chill enveloped Lovian's hand, and his impatient heart gradually calmed down.

"What?" said Mastmar, leaning lightly on Lovian's shoulder.

Instead of answering, Lovian shook Mastma's hand. He put the scorching heat of the Cross Coin into Mastma's palm. Mastma took a look, then sighed and said, "Actually, you should have thought that they would always come to you." ”

"Why do that?"

"The news of your resurrection is not difficult for them to know, and your current identity is not a complete secret. Mastma's voice was a little tired. "Thinking back then, when the Terrans had been so badly damaged, and the strength of the Crusader Brigade was almost intact, it already showed that they had more power than we could have imagined. But no matter how powerful the power is, it also needs support, and maybe back then, they had something to rely on. But now, they may be on some kind of Cheng dù. I have a request for you. ”

Luo Weian smiled self-deprecatingly: "How is this possible, what's the use of finding a half-ruined former legion leader?"

Mastma's fingertips suddenly sliced into Lovian's palm. Her venom gave him a tingle.

"Now that you're your own legionnaire, you have nothing to do with the Dark Mage, and if you continue to think like that, I'm afraid you'll be reduced to a mediocrity long before we can accomplish our goal of revenge. Mastma shook her head. Said in a slightly sighing tone. "It's just a reminder, how to say that I am also your adjutant and have no right to order you. ”

Lovian didn't speak, just reached out and picked up the cross coin under the leaves with a wisp of dark spirit, and let it levitate in front of him. Like a compass, the red cross rotated aimlessly for a few times before finally pointing in one direction.

"I'm going to try my luck," he said, brushing his red hair back to his head. "Maybe you're telling the truth, and the people of the Blood Moon will obey any orders that are good for them. ”

A purple light streaked from the edge of the Minar Forest, which was dominated by white and dark green. He stopped for a moment on a deserted avenue, then swept northeast.

In less than a day, after passing through many small human villages under the Dark Elemental Gathering Ability of Lovian's Rich Origin, Lovian walked from the west in the direction indicated by the Cross Coin into the west gate of Kotsol, the capital of the Nuvi Province of the Osilian Empire.

Although the province of Nuvi led by Kotsol was nominally one of the sixty provinces of the Osilian Empire, because it was located directly south of the Tiantai Pass between the Earth Cult and the island of Victoria in the direction of the meridian, the chambers of commerce of the two major powers that wanted to be able to trade normally would often take a detour to the south, through which the province of Nuvi reached the rich and prosperous province of Victoria, the hinterland of the Osilian Empire.

From a purely geographical point of view, the northern route is more convenient than the southern route, the terrain along the route is also flatter, and more importantly, the law and order situation in the province of Rien is the lowest among the sixty provinces of the empire in the past years. However, there are environmental reasons for such a low crime rate, and it is roughly estimated that there are only two months out of a year in which the average temperature exceeds freezing. For the remaining ten months, dripping ice is commonplace, and there is hardly a slightly higher life on the continent of Osiria willing to live in that extreme climate, only penguins that are naturally good at living in extremely cold climates are willing to live there. If it weren't for that kind of low temperature, Ai'an, the god of war who was most cursed by the dark mage, would not have survived the curse's repeated destruction of his body functions in five hundred years.

The gray-yellow bricks of the city walls of Kotesorne are the main tone, and there are no half guards in the huge gate gatehouse, it seems that every passing caravan will slow down its pace intentionally or unintentionally when passing through this prosaic city gate, and the mercenary team that collects commissions to protect their safety often hides away the arrogance on their faces when they enter the huge shadow of the Kotesor gate.

Dressed in a clean black short, Lovian squeezed his way through the crowd of people at a slow pace towards the city gate. On the other side of the gate, a gate open for horse-drawn carriages or small flying boats, he was a little surprised that in the ten minutes he had been inside the gate, he had not seen a single time-saver slipping in through the empty porch without anyone noticing.

During such winters, most of the people around are dressed in thick cotton jackets, and only a few people are still wearing short clothes. Judging from their size and aura, Luo Weian could tell that they were all martial arts practitioners in the human race, and they could practice to the point of not invading hot and cold. Their martial arts skills are not shallow. In the slowly congested flow of people, those who practice martial arts often have a superior look, and use their invisible pressure to push away the surrounding crowd. Walk through the gates of Kotesor as if no one was around.

For this habit of human beings, of course, as the commander of the legion, he turned a blind eye to this, and taking advantage of the shortcomings of the human race has always been the most convenient way for the demon race to gain various advantages. The custom of determining social hierarchy by strength has long been prevalent among the human race, and when the class contradictions that arise from this conflict with the hierarchical opinions divided by the ruling class, they often cause the seemingly strict human organization to decay and collapse in secret.

Finally slipping out of the crowd, Lovien sighed, even though he was half Terran. But the aura of the human race still made him feel extremely uncomfortable, especially these ordinary humans who lived in their own world all day long, and that decadent temperament could be heard everywhere. It made Lovian feel the urge to gag.

He noticed why the Terran caravans suddenly fell silent as they passed through the city gates, and although those hidden breaths could not be directly felt by the five senses, he clearly felt the hidden breath from a shadow with an owl emblem hanging in the portico of the city. This feeling was somewhat similar to the temperament he developed when he was hidden, but he was certain that such concealment would produce a more sudden explosive force than his own. Those human powerhouses hidden in the shadows are simply born for stealth and assassination. That feeling -- it was 500 years ago. The feeling that the Terran hero with Winged Demon blood gave himself when the Phantom of the Monster Thief lurked in the shadows.

They didn't deliberately hide their aura, so even ordinary businessmen who didn't have much strength could feel the dark aura that was vague, and the fear hidden in their hearts often swept away the urge to break the rules in the dark corners of their hearts.

The owl totem had no memory for Lovian, and although it was somewhat similar to the aura of the intelligence organization staff created by the Phantom, he would never have believed that the Phantom, who believed in money and freedom, would include an animal like the owl with no meaning related to freedom and material comforts in his power symbol. Maybe it's just some powerful intelligence or mercenary organization that has emerged in the Terrans in recent years, and none of this is something our Lovian Legion Leader has to worry about anyway.

Lovien turned into an alley and placed the cross coin in the palm of his hand. Over here. The cross-coin was even more sensitive, and he could even feel the cross-coin's own breathing and heartbeat. The coin, which represented the most mysterious and terrifying organization in the dark forces of Osiria, even gave Loveian a long-lost sense of fear—the Third Legion Commander was not always emphasizing his fearlessness. It's just that the power he had in the past made things that scared him very rare. Having lost the power of the past, Lovian was not afraid of his fear, at least it was an instinctive reaction to preserve himself.

The blood-red cross pointed almost excitedly to a deeper corner of the alley he was in, and the gray corner made Lovien frown. He put the cross coin back in his pocket, and walked over the half-melted snow and dust and mud.

There, the color of Cottsol's prosperity and civilization grew darker, and all sorts of scolding and wails from the Terran language came from everywhere. From time to time, figures can be seen being thrown out of the broken wooden doors. There were human men covered in blood, and there were Terran women in rags. In the cold environment, their cries for help quickly faded, and they cowered in the cold corners, waiting for the call of the Lord of the Earth.

Luo Wei'an passed through this qiē with a cold face, and the darkness and filth of the human race were exposed in such a place that was not hidden by the so-called civilization of the world. The houses made of broken bricks and stones around it do not reflect the prosperity and splendor of half of the human imperial city. He was even walking past a brick house that emitted a strong smell of rouge that made him sick to his stomach, when several Terran women with heavy makeup pulled Lovian in all sorts of fleshy Terran languages. Perhaps in such a filthy environment, Lovian, dressed in a spotless black power suit, can embody the nobility that is diametrically opposed to the overall standard of living here, which makes him a dreaded or longing object for the dregs in the corners of the Terrans around him. None of them dared to take the risk, though, for Lovian's growing sense of danger reminded them of the mysterious visitors who often crossed the street. They were also like the human-looking former legion commander they had seen, dangerous and graceful. Out of place with your surroundings.

Lovian didn't do anything else, just stepped over the puddle of sewage and followed the direction in which the Cross Coin had been summoned. Came to a building that seemed to be the most formal in this area that exuded the animality of civilization. In the square in front of the tower, which was very similar in architectural style to the Terran Earth Holy Church, he saw the owl totem symbol seen in the portico of Cottsor, although it did not have those hidden breaths, but it seemed that just such a sign rejected the low-level people around him who hoped to find opportunities here.

The sky above the square is a pure leaden gray, seemingly a space completely separate from Cottesaure. Although he knew that he only had to walk two hundred meters outside, he could see the bright sunlight above the capital city of Nuvi Province. However, this place has been completely covered by the aura generated by the gray and depraved feelings of countless human beings, and the invisible negative energy field has blocked the fresh environment that nature can bring here.

The square was not empty, many of the mercenary group members who were supposed to be humans were sitting on stone chairs in the square. Wipe down their weapons, or pour bad ale into their stomachs with dirty wooden cups. He was somewhat surprised that, as far as he could remember, the Terran mercenary group was not an organization that liked to be silent and share with his peers. He had been able to confirm that this was a base for issuing and receiving missions for mercenary groups. But in his impression. It should be the same here as the periphery, full of noise and chaos, all kinds of people of different personalities fighting over the slightest dispute, and human life is not worth a good glass of wine here. Here, at least three mercenary groups of people huddled together in the small square, making no eye contact, just staring intently at their weapons or dirty manuals. Only occasionally could he feel the sharp eyes of the humans as they looked at him. It seems that he wants to use a knife to hang up a layer of flesh on his body.

The purpose of his trip today had nothing to do with any of this, except for a little surprise that it was different from the habits of the human race in his memory. He has no other feelings. He walked straight through the square, oblivious to the terrifyingly silent mercenaries.

"Brother, are you here to send out a mission?"

Luo Weian was about to push open the door when a mercenary in a thick turban leaning against the door suddenly asked in a hoarse voice.

"No, on business. ”

The turbaned mercenary shifted his body, "Hmm...... Judging by the way you look, you won't be a big man on the battle spirit list of the six major mercenary groups, right?"

For things you don't know, don't show that you don't know, but don't pretend to understand. Lovian just shook his head: "Huh—look at my age, is it possible?"

"Why is it impossible, and you can't necessarily tell how many years you've lived by looking at you. The turbaned mercenary said slowly, "But if you are really a member of the six mercenary groups, I hope you can take the first step." Recently, I lost too many of my peers because of that first mission. ”

"It seems that this is not the purpose for which I came here. Lovian opened the door as he spoke, leaving the mercenary with a word.

Sure enough, in the windowless tower, you don't even need a black scarf to hide your identity. The dimly lit first floor was cluttered with old wooden tables, with only a few candles on them, bringing a little light. Lovian felt that the people who drank here were much stronger than those outside, and perhaps they were all figures with status in their own mercenary group. On the other side of the door, he saw the sign with the owl and two daggers.

Directly in front of it is a bar that is considered the cleanest thing in the area, and a clock behind the bar emits a confused blue-black light, adding a bit of mystery to the place. Standing behind the bar was a slender hooded humanoid - no, it wasn't a man, it was an elf.

In terms of temperament, the elves may be the two most antagonistic intelligent races to the demons, so they are the most sensitive to each other's breath. At the same time that Lovian felt the aura of the elf, the elf also raised his head violently, revealing a delicate face from under the hood.

Several mercenaries lying on the bar were immediately shocked by the elves' beautiful and dusty appearances, and the human males looked at the elves on the platform with straight and dull eyes. For the first time, there was a slight commotion in the drunken crowd in front of her, and muffled chattering rang out from all around.

"Excuse me?" the elves asked in a cold voice.

The chatter around them grew louder, and they had the impression that the amiable elf had never used such a cold voice. Many eyes were also focused on Lovian, who had long dark red hair.

"Ahem. ”

The surrounding chatter came to an abrupt end. Only then did Lovian realize that at the other end of the bar, a human with a hat was leaning against the wall, and the concealment of her aura was so perfect that even without any means of concealing her body and voice, Lovian had never noticed the Terran, who was only three meters away.

An instant glance swept over her and drew his attention to the same owl logo on the short knife at her waist.

"There's something I'd like you to see. Lovian said, preparing to take out the cross coin, which was already shivering and feverish, from his pocket.

"No need, just take her to meet the adults. The Terran woman with the hat whispered.

The elven hostess stared at the Terran woman with wide eyes.

"Sister Hongya, this is not in accordance with the rules......"

"Do as I say. The woman known as Hongya said indisputably, "That kind of thing is better not to be seen by outsiders." ”

Hearing this, the human mercenaries who were standing next to Luo Wei'an, who had just been freed from the shock of the elf's beautiful appearance, suddenly became interested in the things in Luo Wei'an's hands that Luo Wei'an was taking out, and were about to look down-

"You guys," Hongya said in a lazy tone, "if you want to do this again, you will lift your pig's head and be less nosy here." (To be continued......)