The Crusade War Decree was a mandatory law that overrode the will of the individual, and once the rulers of the empire announced the use of the decree, the Holy Laurent Empire was able to amass millions of troops in just one month, under the powers conferred by the General Mobilization Law and the Material Control Law, derived from it. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Three days have passed since the suicide attack of the Night Elves, and in response to Isabel's war order, the major forces of the empire have spared no effort to gather their own strength and wait for the moment when the horn of the crusade sounds.

Although every previous crusade has ended in a tragic tug-of-war, almost all the human forces involved in the war have been able to benefit from it, even if it is just the slaughter of a proto-beast tribe, and the capture of a large number of slaves and money.

Therefore, the war order is also defined by the world as a carnival of plunder by the major powers.

A war of mass casualties is in full swing, and although Aslan is deeply touched by this, the most important thing now is to cross the threshold of Mo Lao.

Unlike the other bosses, Mo Lao didn't seem to care about the Crusade, and at this moment he was leading Aslan, Zoya, Harpy, Little Phoenix, and Aldwin on the most prosperous commercial street in the Lion City.

Because Aslan's deeds are so terrifying, coupled with the troubadour's fueling and vinegaring, his name is spread throughout the Lion City.

Looking at the bustling crowd on the streets, constantly discussing gossip including his own deeds, Aslan couldn't help but wonder if Mo Lao was really looking for them to go shopping and chat?

"By the way, how are your injuries?" Mo Lao looked at Aslan squarely, his clear eyes flashing with melan.

"Fortunately, the madwoman didn't poison the dagger, and after drinking the medicine you gave me in the past few days, the wound has basically healed, but I can't touch the water during this time, because Zhuoya has always disliked me for this matter. Aslan looked at Zoya who stuck her tongue out at him and smiled.

"I'll just tell you why you have a strange smell on your body, it turns out that you haven't taken a shower for three days. Mo Lao pinched his nose and quipped, "There is one thing that has been bothered me for a long time, how did your magic power refine into liquid?"

"It's very simple, just reshape the magic vortex a hundred times. As soon as Aslan finished speaking, Mo Lao suddenly stopped, his eyes full of horror.

"You...... How did you do that!?"

"I once met a nobleman, and she was the ......one who helped me reshape the Vortex," in order not to reveal Eldwin's bloodline identity, Aslan had to make some random remarks to perfunctory questions from Mo Lao.

But he always felt that the other person knew he was lying.

Could it be that the old cigarette butt has contacted Mo Lao?

The idea was quickly rejected by him.

Although Wicarant's methods are very secretive, the old cigarette butt is very sure that the poisonous snake that attacked Aslan at that time was released by Wicarant, and if he hadn't taken Aslan's body immediately, Wicarant's assassination plan would have succeeded.

Perhaps it was because the old cigarette butt showed his spirit in front of Wicarant, so there have been some mysterious black-robed people watching them for the past few days.

According to the speculation of the old cigarette butt, these black-robed people are likely to be spies sent by the Dawning Society.

Although the Pope and the Aurora are inextricably linked, unlike the former, the Aurora's purpose and the actions of its members are the same - to destroy all dark forces, including the undead like the old cigarette butt

The fact that the Virgin Heart is also the sworn enemy of the Dark Sanctuary is a testament to the strength of the Dawning Society, as it has been able to confront a group of almost immortal bloods for centuries without falling.

So after learning that Aslan was targeted because of himself, the old cigarette butt almost never appeared, and even when Mo Lao suddenly came to the hotel this morning to find Aslan and the others, he just passed on a word, so that they could rest assured that they would go with Mo Lao.

"Aha, this is it, let's go inside. Mo Lao suddenly waved his hand towards an alley, motioning for Aslan and his party to follow him in.

The alley is not deep, and you can see a wall after walking more than a dozen steps, only to see Mo Lao stretch out his finger and draw a magic circle on the wall tiles, and then a large black circular hole appeared on the wall.

Mo Lao seemed to remember something bad, and his left leg, which had already entered the hole in the wall, stagnated in the air, and then covered his mouth with Aslan and the others and admonished: "If you see anything suspicious later, I suggest that you better not touch it, because curiosity can kill cats." ”

As soon as Mo Lao finished speaking, a pair of big furry hands suddenly stretched out from the black hole, and dragged him into the black hole with a single hand.

At that moment, Aslan could clearly see the consternation flashing in Mo Lao's eyes.

Well, the devil knows what monsters are inside!

In this way, Aslan and his party entered the black hole in the wall with trepidation......

When the wall returned to its original state, a black-robed man leaned against the corner of the wall not far away, staring at the place where Aslan and his party disappeared with a cold gaze, and then picked up the magic voice and said to the person on the other end: "The target is confirmed, it is an abyss dragon." ”

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After entering the other side of the black hole, Aslan and the others were all dumbfounded.

The first thing that catches your eye is a road paved with hundreds of tombstones.

On both sides of the road are all kinds of strange specimens of flora and fauna, which form a winding wall along the road, some of which look hideous, some of which are small and exquisite, and the height is between a dozen meters and a few centimeters.

The sky is dotted with brilliant stars, and standing on the labyrinth of tombstone paths, bathed in brilliant starlight, it seems to be completely cut off from the outside world.

"Welcome to my divination hut. A nightingale perched on the canopy of a tree suddenly spoke: "Go ten steps ahead, and when you see a man-eating flower, turn left and walk twenty steps, beware of that raging Beamon beast on the way, if you look into its eyes, I will have to prepare you with bone spirit water later." ”

Following the nightingale's guidance, Aslan and his party circled through the labyrinth of flora and fauna, during which Harpy could not resist his curiosity, stared at the eyes of the wild beast for a moment, and immediately retracted his gaze after noticing the movement of the other's fingers.

"Lord Aslan, I want to tell you something. Harpy trotted forward and tugged at Aslan's sleeve and said anxiously, "We...... There seems to be something in the back. ”

Almost at the same time as Aslan turned, the three-meter-tall Beamon beast was already rushing towards them on all fours, fangs and claws.

"Eldwin, I'll leave it to you. Aslan glanced at the Beamon Behemoth and said indifferently.

In the blink of an eye, the Beamon Behemoth had rushed in front of them, only to see it wave its giant claws and bring a fierce howling wind to attack, when Eldwin's pupils turned crimson, the Behemoth's attack came to an abrupt halt, and the giant claws froze in mid-air and did not fall for a long time.

Immediately afterward, Aldevin gracefully raised his arms and gazed like a band conductor at the Behemoth Beamon, who danced a comical samba under her control.

"When you've had enough, let it go back, we still have business to do. The old cigarette butt suddenly floated out of the soul ball on Aslan's waist, and the nightingale flew to Aslan's shoulder, waved his wings to signal the little phoenix to give way, and then looked at the old cigarette butt with an anthropomorphic expression: "Ivan, we haven't seen each other for almost twenty years." ”

"Just as you can foresee my death, so can I foresee this moment of reunion. The old cigarette butt forced out a smile, as if to avoid the topic of sadness, he turned his mouth and asked: "Presumably the ink boy has already drunk tea with you, we can't delay the tea time, let your little bird take us to meet you." ”