The veterans in the arena knew that Segathon was the real tricky guy in the combination of "Captain" and "Demon Breaker", and Raven was just a-stirring stick who borrowed his light, and now that the two were inseparable, it was a good time to make a name for themselves. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 As a result, the afternoon of the battle with Segathon was much more difficult than ever.

"Die, bastard!" Enraged, Revan thrust his fist into the throat of a Bloodliner, then sliced off half of his head with a scimitar, splattering Raven's face with blood and brains. The lost captain hunched over and vomited hard at the corpse of the Bloodclan for a long time, and when he felt that he was about to vomit out his stomach, the orc he had been targeting before smashed the chest of the dwarf who was trembling with him with a hammer, and approached him with a fierce attitude. "As soon as Segathon stepped aside, you were all going to come to me for trouble, and you had to stop underestimating people!" Raven shouted with round eyes and rushed at the orc like crazy, the distance between the two of them shortened to less than three yards between breaths, and Raven suddenly fell to the ground and slid on the orc's leg as he was about to step. The orc, having lost its center of gravity, lunged forward, was pierced through the heart by Raven's fist, and died in Huangquan. Raven managed to push away the orc's heavy body and get up from the ground, and another werewolf came running wildly, causing him to stomp his foot in frustration.

The attacks continued one after another, until the bell rang at dusk to mark the end of the tournament. Exhausted, Revan walked through the floodgates with his head drooping - he hadn't been so tired in a long time since working with Segathon - I don't know if it was because of the breakdown, but Darang passed him without saying a word, or even saying hello. The guards in the arena were as old as ever, except for Talisa, who was smiling at the corner of the corridor.

"What's it that makes my darling darling? Don't worry about the dinner menu that has never changed, my dear, I'll take you to a chic restaurant tonight." Seeing Revan enter the corridor, Talisha greeted him, reached out and stroked his cheek. Her tone was like that of a noblewoman who admired a young knight, but her eyes were like those of a brothel boss who took care of her regular customers.

"Restaurant, tonight?" asked Raven suspiciously, as the matter seemed to be progressing too fast and he had to be extra careful.

Tarissa grabbed Raven's arm and explained happily, "I used some special means, and I have a good personal relationship with the High Priest, and he is happy to help me with this. Then she took Raven in her arms, talking about this and that as she went, and accompanied him out of the arena and through Nasron.

The real Naslon is very different from Raven's imagination, and although the history books call it a place of exile, the land is not inhospitable. Neat and uniform houses lined the wide cobblestone paths, with bustling shops on the street, merchants shouting and pedestrians laughing, Raven was as prosperous as ever, as far as Howling Wind Bay could see.

"I used to think Naslon was a hellish place with no grass. Raven sighed.

"What you see is only scratching the surface, and in a moment you'll see why I call it 'a city you would never want to stay.'" Tarissa said worriedly, leading Raven through the streets until he finally reached the foot of Nasron's walls. "Go up and see for yourself," said Talisa, pointing to the steps not far away, "I'll be waiting for you here." ”

Talisa's words made Raven even more suspicious, as they were faced with the outermost wall of Naslon, and although it was thirty yards high, Raven could easily escape outside the city if he found a safe way to find his whereabouts. Moreover, Raven, who was very eyesighted, did not find any guards on the walls—not even near the staircase leading to the top of the walls—which made him instinctively feel dangerous.