c_t; Gawain's face was as dark as water, and when he woke up, he noticed his abnormality. [Fast update,Refreshing website pages,Few ads,,I like this kind of website the most,Be sure to praise]Visit:。

For a member of a secret organization who lives a regular life and does not drink a drop of alcohol, if he opens his eyes and finds that the sun has just set, and he has not realized that something is wrong when he is full of alcohol, then he can basically say goodbye to his life and career.

After racking his brains to check his memories, Gawain's face couldn't help but look difficult, he realized that he had fallen into the trap, but he didn't know when he had fallen into the trap.

The problem was not in that glass of wine, in fact, he had already been tricked when he didn't refuse that wine, and at that time he himself didn't feel the slightest disobedience to it, thinking of this, Gawain couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.

Three minutes later, Gawain came to the 'door' of the humble tavern, unfolded the ancient book in his hand, released three protective spells on his body in a row, and then walked in on full alert.

As soon as he entered the 'door', he saw Akford sitting in the same place where he had been pitted in the morning, eye-to-eye with another man dressed as a merchant, and a bottle of high-quality red wine was also placed in his hand. So Gawain waved his hand without thinking, and the pitch-black cross sped out of his cuff and smashed in front of Akford.

From a certain point of view, this sharp way of appearing is really eye-catching.

The kobold 'legs' sitting on the table who were singing "The Sadomasochistic Love of the Princess of the Earth and the Prince of the Drow 'Spirit'" trembled and flipped off the table. Jessica screamed, threw away the tray and crouched on the ground with her head in her hands, shivering. The two warriors who broke their wrists stood up, 'exposed' the strong muscles and 'flesh' of their upper bodies, and sneered with unkind faces: "Boy, are you going to cause trouble?"

"Where are the two night watchmen?"

Gawain ignored the provocation of the two soldiers and turned his gaze directly to the boss sitting behind the bar. When he noticed that the young man was also looking at him with interest, he knew that he had not found the wrong person this time.

The two soldiers snorted and involuntarily fell outward. They wanted to bump the young man with his shoulder, which was one of the most common tricks used by ruffians in taverns, but to their surprise. His own strength was unexpectedly rebounded exponentially.

A murderous aura flashed in Palanti's eyes, and he grabbed the wooden tray in his hand, leaned down slightly, and assumed an offensive posture of flash swordsmanship. However, at the moment when she weighed the gains and losses in her heart, a 'flower' in front of her eyes, Gawain had already come to her, stretched out his hand and held her wrist.

A shimmering silver light bloomed under the feet of the young 'girl'. But her footsteps could not leave the place. Gawain's hand gripped her wrist firmly, seemingly with little effort. But the young 'girl' who had already stepped into the silver with half a foot couldn't move.

Palanti's face changed drastically, and she was about to roar after taking a deep breath, but Gawain, like an unpredictable prophet, unhurriedly raised his other hand and gently nudged her chin. The young 'girl' snorted, two lines of blood flowed out of her nostrils, and the roar of the lion that had not yet taken shape was directly suffocated.

"The family heirloom stunt of the white lion is nothing more than three moves and two styles. Gawain easily defused the young girl's attack, threw her limp body aside with his backhand, and turned his head to look at the tavern owner with a defiant gaze.

He managed to see the anger in the tavernkeeper's eyes.

"You're here to smash the shop?" El waved for the others to get out of the way. He asked in a deep voice looking into Gawain's eyes.

"No, I'm here to find someone, where are those two night watchmen?" Gawain walked to the front of the bar and said with a blank face, "This is our internal problem. ”

"Now that you've injured my people, it's not your internal problem. El said.

"It's safer to solve the internal problems first, and then solve the problems between us. Gawain was not drunk. The 'sexual' personality is terrifyingly stubborn.

"Who are you to dictate to me, former prosecutor?" said El with a malicious smile.

Hearing this title from El's mouth, Gawain was silent for a moment, raised his head to look at El and asked, "Which faction do you belong to?"

"Neither faction, we Istalans and your Truth Society have a lot of hatred. El sneered: "I didn't 'feel' your truth before, but now, can you find me a reason not to kill you?"

"Istalons, victims of the 'Apostolic Awakening'. Gawain nodded. "If you have a reason to hate the Truth Society, then you should not shield the remnants of the Night's Watch. ”

"Ah...... I'm sorry, but I still think it's easier for you to get along when you're drunk, at least at that time you'll be able to talk to people. El pursed his lips, grabbed a bottle of wine in his hand, and smashed it into Gawain's head with lightning speed.

The bottle shattered less than a centimeter from Gawain's forehead, shards of glass and viscous liquor splattered everywhere. A translucent magic shield flashed in front of Gawain. Blocked all the drinks, and not a single star was spilled on the body.

"Foolish. Gao Wen snorted coldly, opened the ancient book in his hand, and recited a word in a low voice.

Mantra is certain

The surrounding picture suddenly froze in the previous moment, and the drinkers who were watching the excitement on the side instantly lost the control of their bodies, leaving only their eyes to show a panicked look.

The ancient book levitated from Gawain's hand, and a new page was automatically turned without wind, and Gawain recited another word again.

Mantra hurts

The flames that came out of thin air instantly enveloped El, like a ferocious poisonous snake burrowing into his facial features, and from a distance, it looked like he was bound by the five 'flowers' of the burning chains, and there was no way to escape.

However, Gawain's expression was still solemn, and when he just recited the second mantra, he had already lost his locked target, and what was shrouded in fire in front of him was just a phantom left by his vision.

A biting chill came from behind him, and Gawain took a step forward without thinking, and a large black 'colored' cross almost equal to his height appeared behind him, the black wooden edges glowing with a metallic sheen.

A void gap opened up behind him, and El, holding the wind mark in his hand, quietly appeared, stabbing Gawain in the back. The blades of the wind marks collided with the black 'color' cross, colliding with a large spark of fire. I don't know what the material of that huge cross is, but it can withstand the impact of the wind marks, and it has not been damaged in any way.

El frowned slightly, in his cognition, as a weapon of a gold-rank powerhouse, even if he could not exert his true strength, it was enough to crush all existences of the same realm, even if it was a magical creation, it was vulnerable in front of it. Even in the Battle of Sword Keep, you can fight against the steel-and-iron Kou giants.

Gawain didn't look back, and recited a character in his mouth again, and the figures of the two people disappeared in an instant.

With a 'flower' in front of him, El found that Gawain had taken him to a pure white 'color' world. Taking advantage of his slight distraction, Gawain's figure suddenly disappeared and appeared behind him.

A black 'colored' cross appeared in Gawain's hand again, and this time one end of the cross was several times longer, flashing with a sharp cold light, and transformed into a two-handed large cross sword, slashing towards the top of El's head.

"Pretending to be a god, I really haven't seen the market?" El sneered, and instead of advancing and retreating, he leaned back and rushed into Gawain's arms, and struck an elbow against his body, pushing it under his ribs.

With the ability to '' the illusion, but arrogant enough to use hand-to-hand combat to defeat his opponent, El scoffs at this stupidity. If the other party really wants to do some mysterious tricks, he may still have a headache, but if it is a close combat, whether it is physical strength or rich combat experience, he firmly believes that he is invincible.

Gao Wen's face changed the 'color' of the face that was hit, and his entire body suddenly dispersed, turning into a cloud of black 'color' smoke and scattering in all directions. The smoke elbowed away from El, converging in all directions, reconjuring up the images of Gawain and surrounding El.

"Welcome to my world. ”

Dozens of Gao Wen from all directions spoke in unison, and a hint of haughty smile appeared on their faces.

Er tilted his head to look at Gawain standing in front of him, the blue light in his eyes flickered slightly, he groaned for a moment, and said softly: "This is not an illusion made of magic, nor is it a dream in the world of 'spirits'...... It's an entity. ”

Gao Wen's face in front of him changed slightly, and he subconsciously put away his smile.

"If you change to another person, you will be 'blinded', but unfortunately, my ability happens to be the type that restrains you. El pouted and smiled, "Although this place looks boundless, it is actually a limited space of a flat cuboid. Judging by the shape, it must be the book you are holding in your hand. ”

"It seems that I underestimated you, you are really not an ordinary person. Gawain said expressionlessly. Now that he has seen through the truth, he doesn't bother to cover it up.

"Yes, this is the world of my book, and the content of this book is written by me, the master, at will. ”

"Sounds like a pretty powerful magic item, maybe an artifact? Sorry, I don't know much about it. But...... It's not good if this kind of tall thing is broken. Elmonster laughed.

"If you have what it takes, give it a try. Gawain snorted coldly and turned into a black mist that shrouded the sky again.

Under the shroud of black fog, the pure white 'colored' world is gradually 'clouded' with a layer of 'shadow'. El squinted his eyes and looked closely, and found that those 'shadow' shadows turned out to be countless texts.

A great mountain rose up in front of him