A few days later, Marven left, and Copper Hammer patted him on the back in admiration, "Brother, I respect you as a man, but if you encounter danger, don't fight with them first, the most important thing is to escape alive!" Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Marven nodded, "Well, don't worry, I'll take care of it." "He has his own measure, he has never thought of fighting with the demons, he doesn't want to die in the hands of the demons, because he still has a heavy mission on his shoulders.

"Wait for me!" Hammer ran into the house, and after a few seconds, he walked out with a suit of armor. The armor was silvery-white, reflecting brilliant brilliance in the sunlight.

"It's ......"

The bronze hammer's nostalgic gaze stayed on the silver-white armor for two seconds, and then handed it to Marven without hesitation, "Marven, you saved my life, I treat you as my own brother, I don't have anything good to give you, this set of Mithril armor 'Starlight God of War' is my more proud work, you can take it, you can have more things for self-defense." ”

Marven wanted to excuse himself, but he could see that this armor was the beloved thing of the copper hammer, and he didn't want to take away people's favor, even if he had the grace to save his life from the copper hammer.

But the copper hammer said that he wanted Marven's subordinates, otherwise he wouldn't treat him as a brother, Marven had no choice but to accept it.

Later, he was surprised to find that the "Starlight Warframe" was not only sturdy, but also a good work of art, not only was it beautifully made, but it also emitted a faint glow in the night, as beautiful as the starlight. It is unknown what other materials the Copper Hammer added to this armor.

Finally, Marven put on a magic robe outside, took Rickon's wand, and walked all the way east......

Ramadi is an important town in the eastern part of the Duchy of Morowing, this town is not large, but it is a military location, especially after the territory of Morowing, the town of Ramadi has almost become a necessary transportation artery to the eastern part of the Duchy.

Although the town of Ramadi is located at a key point of transportation, the Duchy of Morowing's financial situation is unable to build basic city defenses for it, and not long ago, a small group of demon troops easily captured this important town.

Today, the town welcomes an important guest, the dark mage Rickon, who has been lurking in the kingdom all along, with a large arsenal of sophisticated weapons to support the demon defenders.

Dressed in a black robe and holding a magic wand, Marven slowly approached the town of Ramadi under the leadership of three Blood Clan soldiers, and on the way here, Marven had quietly used the "Night Demon Eye" to control a small leader led by the three vampires.

Unlike those demons who have just escaped from the seal, these guys have been able to communicate proficiently in the lingua franca of Middle-earth after a long period of lurking in Middle-earth; along the way, Marven has inquired about the situation of many demons in their mouths.

At present, among the demon races, the blood clan is the most crazy, and the blood clan has an almost perverted thirst for blood, so the killing they create is the bloodiest of all the demon sub-races.

"Now only our blood clan has captured the human town, and the other demons are still only lurking in the nearby villages!" The vampire little leader was full of pride in the blood clan when he spoke, listening to what he said, the blood clan can obtain additional energy from human blood, so their strength can be restored in a short time after being weakened by the seal, which is also the biggest reason for the blood clan's victory in Middle-earth.

In a short time, they had already entered the town of Ramadi. As soon as he walked into this dilapidated town, a choking smell of blood came to his nose, Marven only felt a tumbling in his stomach, the long and deep streets were lined with disembowelmented human corpses, and several ghouls gnawed half of the human thighs, making a "click, click" chewing sound.

It was late in the evening, and the houses on both sides of the street were pitch black and silent, and Marven would have almost thought that there was no one alive in the whole town if he hadn't found a young woman in the corner of the window looking at the vampire beside him in horror and despair.

Marven was taken by the Blood Clan soldiers to the gate of an ancient castle in the middle of the town, and after a short wait, the old gate of the ancient castle was opened with a "creak".

A handsome vampire in a gray trench coat walked out, with a high nose and deep eyes, and if it weren't for his pale and almost sickly face, he would have been a rare beauty.

"Lord Viscount, our ally, Lord Rickon, the human mage, I have brought it to you. The little leader-like vampire bowed deeply to the castle's owner.

The vampire viscount looked at Marven carefully, with a hint of doubt on his face, "Xia people?" He turned to the vampire who led the way and asked, "Himmler, are you sure this is Lord Ricken?" In his impression, the Xia people are the most despicable and inferior people in the whole world, and it seems that there has never been any decent magician.

The little leader of the blood clan named Himmler raised his head and replied with great certainty: "Yes, my lord, this is Master Riken, His Excellency is dissatisfied with the injustice of the Church of Light to the Xia Clan, and defected to the Demon Realm early, and now, he is the most staunch believer of His Royal Highness the Demon God!"

The little leader of the blood clan named Himmler has long been controlled by Marven with the "Night Demon Eye", and his rhetoric was prepared by Marven in advance, and the demons are full of masters, and the small trick of transfiguration can only deceive ordinary people who don't know anything about magic at most.

After receiving a sure reply from his loyal subordinate, the vampire viscount's doubts were dispelled, and he stretched out his right hand and smiled enthusiastically: "It is a great honor to see Mr. Ricken today in Lower Salion-Longman, who has long admired the name of Mr. Ricken. ”

Marven shook Salian's hand and bowed slightly, "Your Excellency the Viscount is polite, it is the greatest honor of my life to be able to serve the great demon clan......! Marven loaded a magic stick, and praised the blood clan fiercely, and expressed his loyalty, he knew that the current situation within the demon clan is very delicate, the blood clan has developed for more than a thousand years, it has been an extremely large force within the demon clan, and even faintly has a tendency to replace the current demon overlord Hades Demon clan, the blood lord is extremely unruly, often disobeys the orders of the demon emperor, maverick, and the vampires under his command only obey the orders of the lord.

Salian showed a knowing smile, looked at Marven with a "own person" expression on his face, and hurriedly turned around and opened the door behind him, "Sir, please come in, please come in!" Immediately, Salian summoned his servants to wash the dust for "Master Ricken".

Despite its humble exterior, the castle is richly decorated inside, with huge magic chandeliers illuminating the castle with a mesmerizing rainbow of light, and its walls covered with beautiful paintings left behind by artists of unknown age.

Sipping the mellow wine, Salian informed Marven of their situation, "We simply don't have enough troops here, and we are having trouble supplying equipment......

Salian toasted Marven, "Mr. Rickon, you came at a good time, it's a blessing in the snow!

Salian then picked up his glass and drank it down, and the several vampires sitting around him also drank the wine in the glass amid compliments.

Marven just took a sip, and then put down the wine glass, "Your Excellency Salian is too polite, it is my duty to do a little bit for the great cause of the demon clan, come, this is some of the weapons and equipment I brought, please take a look." ”

Marven touched the storage ring, and with a "bang", a large number of heavy swords, plate armor, battle axes, and shields appeared on the ground out of thin air, densely piled up four or five feet high, which were all masterpieces left by the copper hammer a few days ago.

The eyes of the vampires were immediately attracted, and Salian picked up one of the heavy swords, studied them carefully, and from time to time made two strokes in the air, and nodded in praise again and again: "Good sword!

After three rounds of drinking, it was late at night, and Marven felt a little tired, he had been on the road for three days in a row, and he had hardly rested. He looked at the vampires around him, and saw that the more they drank, the more excited they became, and some even suggested that they should party all night.

Marven couldn't help but yawn and thought to himself: "This vampire is a nocturnal creature, but I'm already very tired, if I drink like this again, sooner or later I will get drunk." No, I need to be awake all the time!"

However, we have to find a way to get out!

"Plop!" and the two bottles of wine on the table were suddenly knocked over, splashing the entire table of vampires. Salian was drenched with bright red wine, which ran down the tip of his hair and fell into the bowl, adding to the hilarious and eerie atmosphere.

Marven fell straight to the ground, snoring slightly, but there was a smug smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Master Rickon, Master Rickon!" Sallian hurriedly got up and helped him to his feet. Marven staggered back into his chair with his support, but his head tilted and fell on the table.

"Master Rickon just drank so much, why can't he do it!"

"Master Ricken, this can't be done, you can't ruin everyone's fun!"

The vampires around were all heckling, and some of the guys even staggered over with wine glasses, intending to have another drink with Marven.

Marven just ignored it, pretending to be drunk vigorously, and he also manipulated Himmler to help him block the wine by the way, and after the guy drank more than ten glasses in a row, he finally fell to the ground drunk.

Seeing that the people around him were drunk, Salian slapped the table, "Enough, our Mr. Rickon is already too drunk, don't force him, Norton, Lyman, you two help the master back to the room to rest." ”

Two drunk, drunken vampires picked up Marven and walked towards a dark door inside the restaurant, Marven opened his eyes slightly, and watched the vampires around him.

I saw Na Salian say loudly: "Everyone, don't drink too much, wait for the meeting, and if you have to do ......."

"What's important?" Marven was curious, "I'm afraid it's something very important." He was now very sober-minded, and he was determined to find out what these vampires were going to plan, and he was secretly glad that he was not drunk, otherwise he would definitely be unconscious and unable to act now, and if he was more unlucky, he might not have drunk himself and spit out the truth again......

Marven shook his head, put aside distractions, and listened intently to Salian's speech, but after the door at the back closed, the voice was still not clear.

The two drunken vampires helped themselves into a dark corner, barely reaching their fingers. It doesn't feel like a bedroom at all.

Marven couldn't help but feel a little nervous in his heart, and secretly clenched the sword at his waist.

Could it be that his identity has been recognized? A cold light flashed in his eyes, ready to deal with emergencies at any time.

Marven secretly thought to himself, with his current strength, combined with the weird Night Demon Eye, he should still have a certain certainty of escaping from here.

Under his magic robes, he was also wearing the Mithril armor carefully crafted by the copper hammer himself, and ordinary swords couldn't hurt him at all!

However, Marven didn't notice anything unusual in the two vampires who were supporting him, one of them walking straight forward, unaware of what was in front of him, and the other was burping and seemingly defenseless.

Marven wondered for a moment, if his identity was not revealed, then what did they mean by bringing themselves to this place?

After a long time, the vampire dragged out a huge black thing from the dark corner, Marven looked at it, and almost didn't break out in a cold sweat------- it was a black coffin!

The vampire who carried the coffin wiped his sweat and said in a fluent Middle-earth lingua franca, "Master Rickon, you can sleep here today, this is one of our best rest rooms." ”

Marven rolled his eyes, almost out of breath, "If you want Lao Tzu to sleep in a coffin, this is not a curse to death!"

However, depressed and depressed, Marven secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, fortunately, his identity was not recognized, he put away his sword and staff, "It's so dangerous, I almost did it just now, but I still need to know more about the customs and culture of the demon world in the future, so as to avoid misunderstandings, so that I can better lurk ......" Marven secretly made up his mind in his heart.