The City of Chaos has completely interpreted the connotation of its ancient name, the noise and shouts resounded in the sky, for many years this group of ** wolves have not seen the lamb that has learned to resist, this dilapidated carriage looks like it can make them excited for a while, and even some people who have seen the world have secretly speculated whether this is a certain imperial princess with a unique hobby, who ran here with two powerful retinues for recreation, if this is really the case, then she is destined to lie on a dark bed and gasp.

Because this is the capital of chaos, maybe one lucky person is more vicious, and maybe he doesn't even have a bed for her to lie down

With a wave of his left hand, the bearded dwarf swept the huge battle axe back with a fiery red fighting spirit, which made the followers behind Kerry run heartily.

As for revenge, it's a fool's dream, not to mention that even if you really have the strength, you won't be bored to that point, glory and loyalty, that kind of thing will not be there when you just come out of the womb, and now they have thrown it away.

But it seems that someone doesn't want to give up.

"Stupid dwarf, show you the glory of black!"

From the moment he stepped into the chaos capital, the black earth under his feet meant death, and no one could escape the killing, as a silver swordsman who was not too young in the chaos, Moore and the three followers behind him were not clowns who would pretend to mourn when they saw the dead.

After Kerry's head is torn apart like a watermelon in the snow, the tacit understanding between the sinners quickly leads them to organize a counterattack, knowing that they are the hunters.

But the real situation does not seem to be the so-called lambs.

The three followers of Moore exuded a faint fighting spirit, although they were not refined, but they also looked good, and they quickly met a blonde boy with an annoying smile on the corner of his mouth, and the strongest Moore's intention was obvious, and he directly raised his long sword and ran towards the bearded dwarf.

The dwarves have great strength, but they lack a trace of agility compared to the swordsmen, and Moore is the strongest, so he naturally threw this hot little potato to him.

Now the Eternal Continent has sunk, except for humans, it is difficult to see other races, whether it is the elves who sing about the harmony of nature, or the dwarves who hold the barrel and burp and curse their mothers, they are all hiding in some remote corners of the Eternal Continent and sighing and muttering, of course, there are one or two guys who are similar to bearded dwarves, they join. Yanlong's mercenary group is a big force seeking opportunities to communicate with humans, but unfortunately the sun has been shining, and the real powerhouses among these people will disappear inexplicably, leaving only a few small fish and shrimp to swim in the shallows and spit bubbles alone.

Therefore, as far as most humans are concerned, they do not know the strength of other races except humans, and as one of the advantages of human nature, the mouse's eyes can sometimes make their lives very comfortable, but sometimes they often cause irreparable costs.

Dwarves aren't best at fighting, and the strongest here aren't dwarves.

"I found something very infuriating, and I was being looked down upon. ”

An Shibai looked at the three followers who were blocking him with a dark face, speechless.

Peeled swordsman boots, coarse brass swords like dung, and unprotected swordsman suits, these were all the belongings of the three followers who surrounded him with all sorts of horrific expressions.

"It turns out that the current market is so bad that it is difficult for anyone who dares to kill to toss a few gold coins. ”

Nodding thoughtfully, Ellsbeth swung his sword like the wind, the ancient Darthas was full of fighting spirit, and the humble blood was scattered in the wind.

Moore heard the screams behind him, and the hideous color on his face became a little heavier, he could already see the flaming tomahawk in the hands of the bearded dwarf, and now he could not retreat, only to fight for a glimmer of life with the belief that he would die.

"Come on, stupid fellow, you can't even hit my head!"

The bearded dwarf roared, and he suddenly found it nice to curse like Ansbeth

"Stupid. ”

A sneer flashed across Moore's mouth.

"Oh no! Dwarf, carriage!"

An Shibai, who was watching the play on the side, suddenly exclaimed, he saw a very terrifying thing, the strongest sinner, actually rushed to the dilapidated carriage that was still in front of the magic array.

"Black Glory in the City of Chaos!"

The onlookers shouted and cheered for Moore.

"Carriages, brave dwarves don't need carriages!"

The bearded dwarf still roared in full force, and it wasn't until he saw the stupid swordsman who was rushing towards him suddenly turn in an uncanny direction that he had a vague feeling that the bastard ranger seemed to be playing a humorous joke on him.

"Boy, my five promises haven't been kept!"

"I'm going to be hanged from that old tree in front of the Dalsas Union. ”

If Li Laifu heard these two lamentations, he would definitely shake his head and feel that the white-eyed wolf in this year really smelled the same, and his lips were full of interests between the ups and downs, even if the employer would not even pretend to pray before he died.

Someone was furious, an ancient incantation chant came from inside the carriage, the purest fire element between heaven and earth quickly condensed, and a fireball flew out of the carriage in a beautiful posture, and brought out a charred body along the way.

"Impossible!"

There was a cry of surprise in the chaos of the city, but it was like a fart of the god of light, not only could it not be seen, but the bard ignorantly sighed that the air on the Eternal Continent was so fragrant.

The majestic demon statues guarded the silent black land, and everyone was silent, and now they felt the gap between the silence and the silence.

I wanted to say something, but when I saw the charred corpse lying on the ground again, I thought it was better to be dumb.

"The God of Light is above, what's going on, fire magic?!"

Ellsbeth muttered, looking shocked, if it wasn't for the Goddess of Fate's pants covering the sun, the result would have been that bastard in the carriage turned into a wise mage?

An Shibai looked at the sky, the sun was scorching, and the light was not stingy at all.

"You should think about who made the 'Pope' twist his ass and turn back, and the god who guides you is my Max Emery. ”

Li Laifu pinched his nose and whispered in a deep voice, Qin pursed his lips and snickered on the side, this boy is too naughty.

Although Li Laifu's voice was very small, it was transmitted far away, and this strange murmur not only made An Shibai suddenly realize, but also made the jealousy on the faces of the other terrible guys who had been watching the killing even more intense.

Gentle intimidation is the only way to deal with outlaws, as killing only excites them, and blood may be the wine that fills their glasses.

Li Laifu held his breath, as if he was waiting for something in silence.

The bearded dwarf came back from the shock, suddenly remembered a previous agreement, and temporarily suppressed the doubts of the bearded man, lowered his head and did not speak, and the burning battle axe in his hand was a silent deterrent.

Ellsberg smiled at the onlookers with a scowl on his face, and picked his nostrils proudly

This is an ancient land that the bards once regarded as the source of the Black Psalm, because the light would lose its glory in this land.

Whether it is the Holy See of Light or other forces that claim to be benevolent and righteous, they will deliberately avoid the term "City of Chaos", and even some hot-blooded knights who have just been blessed by the God of Light, when they threaten to easily step here with spears in their hands, the senior clergy of the older generation will also show a 'shut up' expression to those ignorant hot-blooded knights.

All the chants of legends and lamentations seem to be a pair of big white hands, casting a hazy veil over the chaotic city.

Li Laifu knows very well the truth of the immortality of the low-key, the so-called demonstration has achieved its goal, so now, I hope that those bastards who should have been burned to death can be scared away, otherwise the plan to sneak into Santa Fit can only become a ridiculous empty talk similar to the promise of the aristocracy.

However, this is not the kingdom of Tustin, there are few extravagant goblets and cautious old nobles, and in the black land is a group of murderous criminals.

"It's been a long time since I've seen a lamb that can shed the blood of a wolf, and I hope you won't bore me. ”

The sound of scandium footsteps falling to the ground became more and more solemn, like the large clock tower at the top of the black castle in the holy land of the chaotic capital, striking the mourning sound that symbolizes death every night.

An abrupt figure looks so unique in the sea of people.

The pitch-black armor was covered with blood-colored spikes that represented sin, and a strange coat of arms on the extremely pure Mithril breastplate was shining with a dark light, and their owner had his back to the blazing sun, and the divine light made this black figure so extraordinary.

"Demons in heaven. ”

Li Laifu narrowed his eyes, and such a term came to mind.

"It's Charles, the fallen knight, can he raise that bloody broken spear again?"

"An exile from the Bone Fortress, a knight who once reaped countless glory on the orc battlefields of the North. ”

"What a ridiculous glory there is, now he is just a sinner as ugly as we are. ”

"So handsome"

The sun shone brightly, shining on the black earth and the countless black figures it had bred, and although it did not wash away the filth from their bodies, at least it made them look less vicious.

In addition to the ridiculous cynicism and fearful praise salutes, there were also the cries of worshippers.

A corner of the chaotic capital suddenly became noisy and abnormal, and the reason why these guys with blood on their hands were boiling again was because the little people who had no glory could not get any praise even if their hands were as high as a mountain, but at this moment, there were finally exiles who could not resist the urge to kill, and showed their sharper fangs.