It's getting dark.

King Nacini's trip to the "Fortress of Sorrows" was interrupted halfway through, and the three hurried back to the camp to gather the generals to discuss the next steps.

The snow is falling, and the sky and the earth are white, but if you look far away, you can find the faint outline of the "Bright Heaven" in the southern sky, which is also the only part of the kingdom of the gods that can be witnessed by the world.

Above the "Ten Thousand Colored Stars", in the "Sky Temple", three evil gods are fighting to the death. But the Pale Lord doesn't trust anyone, so there is no one to clean up the mess for him. And "Knell" has made arrangements in advance, whether it is Jerseyval's "Wraith Legion" or the evil god brother who is obedient to him, they are all in place and ready to go.

Camp Snowton.

"Master, I'm going to bother you to go and look in that direction," added King Nacini, estimating the distance, "as I expected, it should be near Ranken. ”

"Yes. Without delay, Viranoo immediately got up and walked out of the tent, disappearing.

"General, what do you think?" asked King Nacini casually, spreading out his military map. On the map, half of the cities of the Duchy of Ian are painted red to represent Snowton, looking like wildfire, leaving only the holy city of Ranken, which is still struggling to support. In particular, the two big red dots of Severa and Ljajci, the capitals of the northwest and northeast theaters respectively, marked the loss of the entire line of the Holy See of Light, and the front of Snowton's army will be unstoppable like a river.

"No matter how loud it is, it's just a death throe," Carter Roman, who thought for a moment and said calmly, "Otherwise, Inedil wouldn't have waited until now." I used it. ”

"Your Majesty, the last general also thinks so, this must be a bluff by the Holy See. A short-bearded general also echoed his words.

"Not really," King Nacini waved his hand, "to Innedir." Willing to give up the hole cards of the Bright New Army, there will always be a bit of a doorway, as for whether we can turn the tide of the war, but we have to ask the sword in our hands. ”

"Ha, that sissy has tasted a little sweetness from the Severa Raid," the shortbearded general said contemptuously, "he doesn't think so-called magic magic." Let's be invincible. ”

The rough generals burst into laughter, and up to this point, Snowton's entire army was still filled with an atmosphere of optimism and confidence. They did not know what kind of monster had appeared in the Holy See army, and what kind of tragic fate it was, waiting for their arrival not far ahead.

Herseus Valley.

On the surface, it's business as usual. But there is an undercurrent inside.

Allegri was paralyzed, and the name of the poison was "love". For a qiē that occurs under the eyelids. He turned a blind eye to everything Onisha pleaded, and the Violet Tower went into a temporary dormant state, and Caldera became the captain of the guard. The magic arrays that were supposed to be shipped to the front line were delayed again and again, and they stayed quietly in the warehouse, ready to carry out their true mission.

Dios is still on the front line, Illo is out and does not return, and Brooke is careless by nature. But they believe that seeing is believing.

So when Dalgnan walked out of Allegri's room, he shook his head helplessly and buried what he wanted to say in his heart.

No way, he couldn't say his suspicions about her in front of Onesha.

The keen instincts of the source suicide made Dargnan suspicious again, and he had a foreboding that something bad was about to happen, but he couldn't find any possibility when he thought about it.

The front was full of successes, the rear was rock-solid, and the rebels were routed, and now they were all locked up in prisoner camps in the Green River Valley. The Herseus River valley is safe and sound, and there is not even a small spark, so how can there be a danger of fire?

Dargnon crossed the tree-lined path and returned to his quarters in the town, and as he passed the library near the council chamber, his eyes swept and he happened to spot Turanze, with a few books in his pocket.

"Master?" said Dargnon as he stepped forward and greeted him politely.

"Ados?" Turanze turned, nodding slightly. He had dealt with each other several times, and knew that this handsome young man, a student of Allegri, had a very high position in the valley.

Strangely enough, however, when approaching him, Dalgnon rarely consulted about magic as the others. Turanzer even wondered if the other party had listened to a magic lesson seriously.

"Master, you're from Buyada, aren't you?" Dalgnan reached forward, motioning for them to talk as they walked.

"Hmm. Turanzer nodded, he was not very talkative, and this was well known.

"With such a graceful figure as the master, didn't the royal court of Buyada show any intention of soliciting?"

"I have a name in the court mage group, but I have been practicing in the high tower in the mountains, and I rarely pay attention to military and political affairs. Turanzer explains. Rubiang has repeatedly confessed to him that he should try to downplay his relationship with the royal family of Buyada so as not to arouse suspicion.

The two chatted a few more words, until they parted at the intersection, and Dargnan did not find anything strange. Turanze is indeed a native of Buyada, but so far, Snowdon's southern expedition has not set foot on the land of the Buyada Empire, and Buyada has no sign of sending troops to help.

On the other hand, he can also determine the identity of the other party's mage, and that kind of wooden scholarly temperament cannot be disguised.

The sky was dark, and Dargnan turned a corner and walked towards Old Mai's small restaurant. As a bachelor without a family, restaurants are his dinner choice most of the time, except when Allegri invites everyone to a feast on a holiday.

But speaking of which, it's also interesting to guess what new dishes Maxner invented every day.

"What's it today?" said Dargnon as he pushed the door open.

Except for Maxner, who was packing his bags, the low-slung restaurant was empty. No diners were in his expectation, but the cold fireplace was very unusual, which proves that Lao Mai, today is not open for business.

"Where are you going, Old Mai?" asked Dargnan, leaning against the bar, curious.

"It's not Collison yet. begging me to go and do something with him," Maxna said scoldingly, "It's all now, and it's still snowing, it's really annoying......"

Having said that, Lao Mai did not stop his movements. Seeing him wrap the two sharp blades in coarse cloth and stuff them into his bag, Dargnan raised his eyebrows, "What's the matter, as for bringing blades?"

"What good can an old thief do?" Maxna replied with a firm grasp, "be prepared, lest I have an old bone." are all lost. ”

"Yes. It seems that there is no food to eat here, Dargnan nodded his head, the cold wind outside the door, mixed with snow flakes, he subconsciously tightened his clothes, pondered for a moment, and walked into the grocery store next to him.

"It's closed, let's go somewhere else. Collison didn't look up, and waved his hand outwards to drive away. He was still muttering in a low voice, "I have done a business for so many days, and it is still a business with money backwards, and if I continue to do it, I will not lose all my money." ”

"Don't pretend," Dargnan said, standing at the counter. directly pierced the road, "'Chameleon' Collison, if you can't even find out who is entering the door, how can you mix on the road." ”

"The Blade of the Ice Blue, Dalgnan. Collison squinted at him and asked, "You can't have a crush on Lao Tzu's head, do you?"

"Don't worry, no one will buy it, and I won't take it," Dargnan leaned over and asked softly, "Honestly, is something going to happen in the valley lately?"

"Don't wade into these troubled waters," Collison hesitated for a moment, but said in a low voice, "People like us, if you make enough money, stop and find a safe place to hide, so that there will not be no bones left." ”

"Isn't it safe enough here?" said Dalgnon as he looked around the small grocery store, believing that when it opened, Collison wanted to spend his old age here.

Collison choked for a moment, glared at him, and asked directly, "If I don't answer, will you make a move?"

Dargnon stared at him, and after a long moment, he sighed softly and turned to leave.

After a while, Collison also packed his luggage, he put the package on the counter, and asked at the empty shop, "My lord, can I go?"

The blood-colored phantom flickered, and then, Duke Van Sinkel's figure was revealed, and he stood in the middle of the shop, and asked indifferently, "Have you done what I asked you to do?"

"It's all here. Collison took a stack of papers from his sleeve and placed it on the counter. The handwriting on it is dense, and I don't know what is written.

"Very well, your debt has been paid," Van Schinkel glanced at it and smiled softly, "wishing you a good old age." ”

"Thank you, sir. Collison picked up the package, cautiously walked around him, and walked towards the door of the shop. From the bottom of his heart, he feared the gray lord of Buyada, the cruel leader of the underworld.

Duke Van Schinkel, or the evil god "The Bat", had no intention of making a move. This guy is more in line with the appetite of "Shadow" or "Bug", while he prefers bloody deliciousness.

A brothel with the name "Light of Heaven".

Turanze was not present, with Mastur sitting across from Rubiang. The young Sword Saint disciple was obviously very impatient, he had a lot of energy to vent, and the bald middle-aged man in front of him was obviously not a suitable target.

"What's the matter? Mastur rested his slender legs on the table, and through his white underwear, he could see the strong muscles in them.

"You've been staying here for the past few days, so you shouldn't be suspicious, right?" Rubion casually picked up a topic.

"Am I not a qualified prostitute?" Mastur raised his eyebrows, he was indeed very good, and he was so generous that the girls vied with each other to receive him, and even had to use the method of drawing lots to determine the final candidate.

In this regard, Mastul's response was very simple, it was a big deal to pay more, and to have more girls. Because of this incident, the owner of the brothel made a special trip to visit, and the two sides talked happily, so naturally they would not suspect his identity.

"Rest assured, he did not arouse any suspicion. A deep voice sounded, and in an instant, a bloody light swept in from the window, turning into an old man with silver hair and red robes.

"Your Excellency. Rubiang immediately stood up and saluted respectfully. As an agent of the Blood Rose, he was a direct subordinate of the old Duke Van Schinkel and was loyal to him alone.

"This is ......," Mastul's expression became solemn. He was unaware of the arrival of that blood light, which proved that the strength of the other party was definitely above it. The young high-ranking swordsman, vigilant in his heart, hurriedly withdrew his legs, turned sideways slightly, and maintained a posture that could draw his sword at any time.

"This is the old Duke Van Schinkl, the head of the three major dukes of the Empire, and the current ruler of the 'Blood Rose'. Lu Biran introduced.

"I know you, teacher. Van Schinkel said a word, sat down slowly, and every move was in accordance with aristocratic etiquette.

"So you're the Duke of Rose. It dawned on Mastur that he finally remembered what his teacher had said.

"What did Asurin say about me?" asked Van Schinkel casually.

He said, "Don't provoke you." "Mastur was very frank.

"Haha," said the old duke, who looked at him with interest, and promised, "don't be afraid, I'll allow you to provoke me once." ”

"Then I want to ask, is there really a hundred beauties hidden in your manor?" Mastur didn't know how much weight this sentence had, and he asked curiously, with a salivating look.

"Coming from all over the continent, including elves and dwarves, are rare and stunning. It turned out to be a fellow traveler, Van Schinkel replied with a smile.

"Dwarves?" Mastur scratched his head, leaned forward, and asked impatiently, "Are there any beautiful women among the dwarves?"

"There are some deformed dwarf girls, who do not have that kind of broad body, small and delicate, but by normal human standards, they are slightly plump and have a unique flavor......," Van Schinkel explained in detail.

"I see, it's an eye-opener. Mastur licked his lips and was in a daze.

Rubian, who was next to him, coughed lightly and reminded his adult that it was time to get down to business.

"This is the information in the valley, including the personalities, habits, daily life schedules of all the important people, and the arrangements for the next few days......" Van Schinkel touched his chin and said, then handed the stack of papers to Rubiang, "You adjust your specific plan based on this information." ”

"Yes, sir. Rubio reached out and took it, nodding solemnly.

"Also, Dargnan is suspicious and needs special attention," Van Schinkel thought for a moment and added, "he has a lot of strength and needs to be taken care of." ”

"Let me do it. Mastur took the initiative to ask, and he couldn't wait to strengthen his relationship with the old duchess.

... (To be continued......)

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