At dusk, scattered raindrops began to fall from the sky, because the sky was so dark that almost no one noticed that the raindrops were of unusual color, and even if they did, they would only think that they were mixed with the dust raised yesterday and turned into mud. As the last rays of the setting sun disappear into the mountains to the west, the falling raindrops begin to grow larger.

The camp for exiles in Istalon was full of people, and after a long day of collecting, the food in the ranks was finally open, and everyone finally had a hot and full meal, and the smiles on the children's faces were restored. Salted fish and sweet potatoes are not precious foods, but the aroma of being stewed in a pot at this moment is mouth-watering. Before the food in the pot was cooked, a gluttonous child took the opportunity to scoop out half a bowl, ignoring the laughter and scolding of the adults, and ran to the side with a hippie smile and devoured it.

Wren got up from the corner and walked over with a stretch. Mo Mo's mother was originally a very good woman, but unfortunately she tossed herself in, and I don't know if the general will open the net. The woman was gone, and he had to take care of his sister and the little girl again, which was a man's responsibility. Although Mr. Baron Farah was an adult, he was obviously also an aristocratic lord who was accustomed to living with clothes and food, and it was better to count on him than to count on himself.

Taking a spoonful of stew from the pot, Wren was about to taste it, when he suddenly heard the crying of a child in the distance, and he couldn't help but be stunned. He is also a bear child king here, and he can be named by the children in the neighborhood. Listening to the voice, it seems to be the little ghost of Old Tom's family, and he is also a troublemaker who has not been in the house for three days, and he has eaten a lot of food when he is not very old, and he was seen stealing half a bowl of food just now......

The child's crying alarmed the adults around him, and by the time Wren rushed over, he yelled a few times to pull away from the lively idlers, and was startled when he ran in and saw the child's appearance.

The child, who was still alive just now, began to roll his eyes and foam at the mouth in the blink of an eye. Seeing his limbs twitching and slashing on the ground, his fingers grinding bloody, Wren's face suddenly sank.

"Is this food poisonous? Call a doctor!" One of the onlookers shouted when he saw the rice bowl thrown aside, and there were still leftovers of rice in it.

"Something isn't right...... I've heard Mr. Kobold say that it's like he's fallen into an evil spirit. Wren muttered to himself, came back to his senses, and opened his arms and shouted, "Disperse, everyone!

"What's going on?" A woman's voice suddenly sounded from behind, and the surrounding noise immediately fell silent, and Wren turned around to see Lady Medea approaching. She is the only female civilian representative in the exile conference, and is responsible for the resettlement of women and children, and she is a very funny woman, the only drawback is that she will force the children to call her sister when she is very old next year.

At this time, Wren was not in the mood to joke with her, so he said with a straight face: "Lady Media, please find a clergyman, there is something wrong with him......"

"Sister Medea, stinky boy, the wounded of the army are enough to worry the sacrificial adults, and we had better not add to their burden. Medea didn't take Wren's words seriously, walked up to him, squatted down and touched the child's forehead, frowned, and said, "Is there something wrong with the food......

A common mistake adults make is self-righteousness, not listening to what children say whether it is true or not, and Medea is also an ordinary person, so naturally she can't avoid this mentality, and she quickly pays the price. Before she could finish speaking, the child lying on the ground suddenly jumped up, his bloodshot eyes full of madness, and bit her arm and refused to let go.

Medea screamed and fell to the ground, she was just an ordinary person, and Ben had no power to resist, and she was about to be bitten off a piece of flesh alive. At this critical moment, a wooden stick was inserted horizontally, directly into the child's mouth, and with a prie he pulled Medea out.

"It's not a matter of looking for a sacrifice now, the two adults aren't here, let's send the alarm out!" Wren kicked the child away and said to the frightened Media.

By this time, El and Tiana had reached the front line, the dividing line between the two sides in the center of the Sword Castle. Although the thugs gathered by the other party were vulnerable, after all, with two powerhouses of the True Silver Realm, even if El organized a special force, it might not be able to suppress the field. If you want to deal with that mysterious prophet, I'm afraid you still have to rely on Tiana.

"There's something wrong with the black rain, and I'm a little worried that something will go wrong at the camp. Tiana withdrew her hand from the window, looking at the black rain in her palm that smelled fishy, and her brow furrowed.

"It won't be a problem to have Lolana on the camp, but it's on our side, and if we can't get rid of that pretending brotherhood tonight, I'm afraid this rain may not be able to stop. El said as he rubbed his bowstring.

"You're right, then let's not waste time and solve this problem as soon as possible. Tiana nodded.

El shrugged his shoulders and walked to the door, put his finger in his mouth, and whistled loudly. Before the whistle fell, the sound of horns of various lengths sounded in his ears almost simultaneously, throughout the entire block.

The Night's Watch warriors, already on standby, turned their horses and slowly marched along the three main streets that ran through the city center, and in the eastern and western parts of the city, the Isttalon warriors advanced like mercury in dozens of ranks.

Although the city of Sword Castle is not large, it is still a monster that eats people and does not spit out bones for El, who only has a few thousand centaurs in his hands. When thousands of soldiers disperse into the city, it is like pouring salt into the water, and you can't even hear the slightest sound, let alone the follow-up contact problem. Fortunately, their enemies were not regular armies, but an unorganized rabble.

There is no difficulty in encircling the outer members of the Brotherhood, the key is to find their lair, and then El can lead his team to rush forward and completely deal with this disgusting toad.

On the altar in the corner of the other end of the city, the core members of the Brotherhood in a circle around the altar each carried a broken bowl in their hands, and more than half of the black rain had accumulated in the bowl.

In the distance, a crow flew up from Hulala, breaking the silence of the night. The Prophet opened his eyes, a look of understanding flashed in his eyes, and he turned to his men and said, "It seems that those Istalons are not fools, so let them see the true power of our Brotherhood." ”

Everyone responded in unison, picked up the broken bowl in front of them, put it to their lips and drank it all, and then threw the bowl to the ground together. In a matter of moments, the bodies of these core members of the Brotherhood changed significantly, their hands and feet began to stretch, and the pupils in their eyes turned into the vertical pupils of snakes, and their mouths opened to reveal a mouth full of sharp teeth. This change is almost identical to the anomalous form revealed by Tima, except that under the stimulation of the black rain, everyone falls into a state of madness.

The Prophet tapped the ground with his cane and reached out to the north, and the core members of the Brotherhood let out a beastly howl, limbs and sprang up to the roofs of nearby buildings, and rushed in the direction of the Istalon army.

"Our background is still too shallow, and it is unrealistic to expect them to stop the Istarons. When everyone had left, the Prophet suddenly sighed and said to himself. He turned his head and cast his gaze to the center of the altar, which had been enveloped in the deepest dark shadows, and even the surrounding firelight had been swallowed up.

A low roar came from the darkness, followed by several thick, twisted tentacles, or perhaps the roots of plants, slowly extending out. Highnetan's tall figure emerged from the darkness, his body still alive, but his eyes had lost their luster. Instead, a huge shadow appeared behind him, which from the darkness looked like a gigantic deformed tumor.

"It seems that in the end, you will have to go out of the way, as long as they suffer enough, these Istalon will know how to restrain, and as for the rest of the matter, leave it to those dead people to solve. The Prophet looked at the monster that had once been called Hagnam, shook his head, and said in a deep voice.

In a dwelling not far from the altar, the Cursed Sect's envoy, Saren, closed the doors and windows, and was reporting his achievements to the big man on the other end of the communication circle in the most humble tone.

"Yes, my lord, that old thing finally agreed. As long as they are willing to spend their money, those Istalens will never benefit. Saren half-knelt on the ground and spoke quickly.

"Dancing Serpent, I'm sure she's still here, hidden among the refugees of the Istalons, and a figure like her can't be hidden from the crowd. If you can give me two more days, I'll be able to find out who she's now......"

"No, it's not a complaint, my lord, if you're desperate to find out, I'll go investigate tonight. There's no way she's not coming forward for a war of this level!"

Saren was in a cold sweat explaining his distress, and suddenly felt a chill in his heart, and then half of his body went unconscious. He subconsciously lowered his head, and saw a long sword flowing with mud piercing through his chest, revealing a half-foot-long blade. He was terrified and wanted to scream loudly, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he spewed out a large mouthful of sludge.

Saren groaned in his heart, and directly smashed the magic scroll hidden in his sleeve, trying to teleport out of this place instantly, but a dirty little hand put on his shoulder, clasped his collarbone tightly, and left him unreasonably. Saren looked back in despair to see the girl with a muddy face and a sickly smile at herself.

"Are you...... Enemy?" The girl muttered a vague question, but the movements of her hand were not slow at all, and with a clean upward break, Salen's neck bone was directly twisted into two ends. (Jiangsu.com)