Maybe it's the death of the hero that makes the rules of the Eternal Continent regret it, or maybe the world is a twisted and disorganized place.

Anyway, it suddenly rained in the chaotic city, and the sound was harmonious like a hymn in the mouth of a bard, and the white of the fish belly in the east was even more dazzling, and a faint white light broke through from the dark night to this sinful land, and some of the light seemed to have spirituality, knowing where they should go.

The bearded dwarf stood like a monument on the black earth, and the light of the dawn, a symbol of peace, shone on his face, and it was only then that the wicked people could see his face.

He was indeed short, and his face was ugly and charred, and it turned out that each of them was qualified to look down on this demon.

The wicked breathed a sigh of relief, and one of the men with the bow and arrow spat at the demon's feet with disdain, for he had almost been split in two with an axe.

"You go check it out. ”

The weak voice sounded, and the man with the bow and arrow was stunned, and his legs began to tremble again, just after regaining some self-confidence.

The old mage in black slowly got up from the ground, his old face was covered with solemn colors, he was once a wise man of glory, and he also understood many truths that he could not fulfill at all, this dwarf, from the point of view of faith, had killed him.

Glancing at the archer standing still, the old mage in black didn't even understand why there seemed to be a burning anger in his heart.

"Didn't you hear me!"

"Got it, got it"

The man with the bow and arrow stepped forward tremblingly.

The man placed his hand in a cold sweat on the demon's nostrils, and his body stopped shaking.

"He's dead. ”

"The God of sin is above, and he is really dead. ”

The man seemed to spin around under Satan's ass, and then he cried with joy when he was given a new life, and then ran back to the crowd.

"It's dead"

The black-clothed old mage looked to the east in distraction and muttered to himself.

Dawn was coming, and the faint morning light bloomed behind the flames, the first time that the city of chaos had such a holy light

The highest level of the Mostima Gladiatorial Arena, here is the terminal that symbolizes black honor, the city of chaos is different from other lands shrouded in light, the end of honor here is not a word that can make people smile, when death comes to you, all honor will naturally disappear, so in the city of chaos, death means the end of honor, and the people who are crowned with this kind of praise are often the losers in the gladiatorial arena, they tell the honor with cold corpses.

But the most interesting thing that happened in Mostima at this moment was not a group of old heretics hiding here and quietly misinterpreting honor, but two guys at different extremes of heaven and hell actually raised a goblet full of rum in a place full of corpses.

They are fat and thin, the fat man is fat and oily, and the wails and sorrows in the countless slums can be exchanged for a beautiful jewel on his robe, and the thin one is just the opposite, like a crutch in the hands of an old man, the whole body is straight, and there is no trace of human form, and the ordinary gray robe also forms a strong contrast with the luxurious dress on the previous one, and people who don't know the inside may mistakenly think that this is some guy in the slums who is not afraid of death has come to the chaotic capital to beg for food.

"I hate this hypocritical dawn, except for darkness, in fact, chaos does not need any mercy. ”

The gray-robed man shook the patterned goblet, the crimson rum churning inside, and the mellow aroma of the wine began to permeate Mostima.

Not to mention the old rum in their hands and the dining table with ancient Hebrew inscriptions in front of them, the obsidian bench sitting under their butts alone was enough to make many ignorant people who yearn for a life of luxury sleep, but they didn't seem to care at all, as if it was a natural pleasure.

The fat man took a sip of the expensive thing in his hand and retorted in a low voice: "No mercy is needed? What about this? Rum, the most enjoyable delicacy in the Eternal Continent, is not one of them. ”

"This is for you, my human fellow. ”

The hood of the gray robe completely obscured the thin man's face, and only a faint blue light could be seen constantly blooming from the depths of the hood.

"If it's a wise mage, rum may not be worth as much as the crystal nucleus of a first-order demonic beast, if it's a thief, rum is even more ridiculous, that group of dark puppets would rather get a copper coin, for the bloodline, rum is not as warm as virgin blood, for the poor, rum is not even as good as a piece of butter bread, I say that you understand, cunning human. ”

"Believers in the light need light, and believers in darkness enjoy darkness. ”

The fat man wiped the butter from his mouth, he had just eaten a piece of bread wrapped in eel meat.

"Mighty undead, what is light and what is darkness for you?"

"Me?"

The gray-robed man seemed a little surprised, lowered his head as if thinking about something, and suddenly he raised his head again, tilted to the side, and looked into the distance.

"An undead creature whose human feelings have not yet been completely extinguished. ”

The fat man narrowed his eyes and made this evaluation in his heart, the mark of a successful businessman is that he will never forget his interests whenever and wherever he is, and after observing his partners, he will make a rational conclusion, so that he will definitely walk with him to the sacred red carpet in the future, or quietly push him into the lonely and dark single-plank bridge behind his back, from the latter, the fat man has a greater chance of being ruthless, because his body shape and stature give them an advantage.

Of course, this is only a black joke, and a shrewd businessman never offends anything, even a dog will throw him a few bones in a low-key manner.

However, the gray-robed man did not answer the fat man's question, but put the rum in his hand back on the table covered with ancient Hebrew inscriptions.

"It's almost dawn, human man, but the kid hasn't been found yet. ”

"Don't worry, he can't escape far, the chaotic capital is actually very small. ”

"Need to hurry, a ranger with an ancient magic pattern, although I can't tell the origin of the magic pattern, but I can feel the terrifying resentment hidden in it, and the bearded man who has been protected by the totem 'hill' of the dwarf clan, it is really a little incredible, what kind of person can bow them down at the same time. ”

"More importantly, the author of all this chaos seems to be just a child. ”

The fat man reminded in a whisper, and in an instant, a plate of burnt mutton was solved.

"Of course I know that, and besides, the kid has broken free from my puppetry, and although it is humiliating, I think he must be uncomfortable now. ”

The gray-robed man suddenly stretched out a hand and made an inviting gesture to the fat man in front of him:

"Duke El from the Kingdom of Tustin, you have a chessboard with or without the 'Eternal Web', I think this thing is the most effective thing in terms of killing time. ”

"Of course!"

The fat man seemed to be interested, his fat face showed surprise, he beckoned, crisp footsteps came from the darkness, and a slender woman came out of the corner, although the short blue hair covered half of her face, but still couldn't stop the incomparably stunning beauty.

"You know, I really played against the old viscount of the Max family back then, except for him, I didn't lose anything in the Tustin Kingdom, but fortunately, he is dead now, and even his body has been burned to ashes. ”

The fat man smiled and took an iron box inlaid with a bright cross from the blue-haired woman's hand, slowly opened it, and a breath of sealing came to his face.

"Mighty undead, maybe you don't like the taste, but I'm still going to brag about it, this is a limited chessboard of Elder Cathedral, and he fought a game with that cardinal snooker, and he was crushed, haha, and he praised me as 'the patriarch of strategic geography, the pope on the chessboard of the eternal web'. ”

The gray-robed man nodded thoughtfully, making a tooth-sour sound of several bones rubbing against each other, and the dark blue soul fire in his empty eye sockets fluttered freely a few times.