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Stone Fort, the river here has long produced a colorful "color" of colored "color" stones, these stones are very beautiful, over the years, these stones gradually become scarce, now there are almost none, but the name has been preserved. (To read the latest chapters of this book, please visit the biquge.info of Wèn Aishang Novel Network)

Ron frowned when he stepped inside, the town called Fort Colorstone looked like it had been a catastrophe, devastated, ruined and blackened with smoke.

The people of the town were silently collecting their things from the rubble, their faces were filled with wordless grief and indignation, and all of them were silent.

Ron and Vivien glanced at each other, how to leave the Roland Empire, where there was only a mountain, it was like going to hell, it was full of blood, fire and death.

Where is this? What the hell is going on? Ron put a question mark in his heart, and he looked at Vivien, who shook her head, saying she didn't know.

"Forget it, find someone to ask!" Ron thought to himself.

Coming to a house that was half destroyed by the war, the owner of the house was an old man, he looked blank, he was cleaning up some things that were still needed, the home was gone, and life had to go on.

"What is this place, sir, and what is going on?" asked Ron as he walked over to the old man.

The old man glanced at him, ignored him, and continued to do his own thing.

Ron touched a soft nail and had to walk away, and he could see that the old man was not in a very good mood.

A few people were asked, but they all ignored Ron, and his expression was quite helpless.

"Ron, it's getting dark, I think we'd better find a place to stay first!" Vivien said, pulling Ron along.

"That's it!" Ron said.

It's been many days since they've been out, and the Balovax Academy has already opened, but the Department of the Undead still can't recruit a single student.

Someone asked for directions, paid some money, and soon the man led them to a place called the Hotel, which was one of the buildings that had been relatively well preserved during the war.

A dozen workers were working on the renovation of the place, and the sound of "nails and nails" was constantly coming from the walls, repairing the damaged parts of the hotel, and these people were very active in their work, because it was one of the few places in the fort where they could find work.

The chubby shopkeeper was lying on the table with a sad face, although the hotel was not affected much by the war, but it also suffered a lot of losses, the sudden war also drove away all the guests, and the worst thing is that his business will not be too good for a long time, which is also the reason for his worry.

In times of war, it is always civilians who are harmed.

Two thin figures appeared in front of the broken big "door", and the shopkeeper glanced up and said lazily, "I'm sorry, two, there are no workers here!"

Recruiting workers?Ron felt inexplicable, and looked at himself, is he so much like a worker?

He immediately said, "I'm sorry, we're mercenaries passing by, do you still have a room here?"

Mercenary?

When the shopkeeper heard this, he immediately jumped up like a shrimp, walked quickly to Ron, and smiled all over his face, "It turned out to be a mercenary, of course there is a room, please, please ...... here."

Since the war, Ron was the first and only guest here, so the room was plentiful.

Ron followed the shopkeeper up to the second floor, stepping on the floppy planks and making a "squeak" sound.

At this time, Ron couldn't help but ask, "Boss, why is this happen......ing?" It's like going through a war!"

The shopkeeper sighed, "And it's not because of the Holy Roman Empire. ”

"Holy Roman Empire?" Ron was a little surprised when he heard this, the Holy Roman Empire was his hometown, but Ron had no feelings for this hometown at all, he asked, "What the hell is going on?"

At this time, the shopkeeper came to his senses and looked at Ron's eyes with a hint of wariness, and when Ron asked again, he refused to say anything.

Ron knew in his heart that the people here had just experienced the trauma of war, and he was afraid that it would not be so easy to trust him.

The shopkeeper took them to the room, and there were plenty of rooms, one for Ron and Vivien.

After a while, the shopkeeper knocked on the door and brought in some food.

"The room is being renovated, there is no way, I can only grieve the two mercenaries, let's eat in the room!" said the shopkeeper with a smile.

"It's okay, it's hard work!" Ron smiled, grabbed a handful of gold coins from the space bag, and the shopkeeper accepted them with great gratitude.

Ron and Vivien sat down around the table, the food on the table wasn't very good, but Ron knew it was a lot for the devastated place of Colorstone Castle.

"Ron, what do you think is going on here, it's like there's been a war, but the people here won't say anything!" Vivien said, nibbling on a flatbread, tearing it open in small pieces and putting it in her mouth.

"Maybe it's because he's not in the mood to tell us...... Ron continued as he ate something in his mouth, "whatever, even if it's a war, we can't control it, and it's good to be able to save our lives in the war!"

Vivien nodded, "So what should we do next?"

Ron thought for a moment, "Let's see if we can find some necromancers around here tomorrow, those who are willing to learn necromancer magic from us, if you can't find them again, keep going west until you find them!"

Ron was never used to saying the words "ancient necromancy", for him, there was only one kind of necromancy, and there was nothing ancient that was not ancient.

Vivien nodded slightly.

"Rest early, we'll have to go tomorrow!" Ron said before leaving, and went back to his room.

……

Night crept down on the earth, and there was not a glimmer of starlight in the silent sky, only the moon hanging high in the sky, shining on the earth.

Ron lay on the "bed", tossing and turning but unable to sleep, one moment thinking of Grandpa Homelin, the next thought of necromancy, and the next moment of his own admissions responsibilities, and the deep frustration of not being able to recruit students.

Before he knew it, Ron fell asleep in a daze.

At some point, the moon crept into the clouds, and the earth went into darkness.

At this moment, the wall of Ron's room moved slightly, and a translucent figure appeared, like a mist like a phantom, cautiously approaching the edge of the "bed", his steps were very slow, his body was as light as the wind, and the darkness just served as his umbrella.

The translucent black shadow came to about three feet in front of Ron's "bed" with bated breath, and at this time, as soon as it was too late, the black shadow suddenly accelerated, and slammed into the "bed", and the bright light in the space bag flashed, and a dagger with a cold light appeared in the black shadow's hand.

"Porphyry—"

The short dagger stabbed hard into Ron's quilt and stabbed deeply.

Got it?

There was a hint of joy in the black shadow's eyes, and soon, he felt that something was wrong, it didn't feel like piercing the human body.

At this time, a cold voice appeared behind the black shadow, "Who are you, why did you come to assassinate me?"

Ron had already woken up, and he kept an eye on the assassin's every move, until he raised his sword and pounced, and he used the fog to escape.

Ron could see that this was an extremely professional assassin, who was quick and ruthless, leaving no room for error.

Thieves are divided into trainee thieves, thieves, assassins, "elite" assassins, and saints, and the strength of this thief has reached the level of an assassin, that is, a division-level powerhouse.

A hint of horror flashed in the Assassin's eyes, he couldn't imagine that he would reveal his whereabouts, but as a professional Assassin, there was only one word in his mind at this moment.

Escape!

Missing a blow and running away is a must-have rule for Assassins, and there is a motto in the Assassin Code.

"A thief who can't run away is not a good thief, and an assassin who fights people is not a good assassin!"

Ron naturally saw the assassin's thoughts, and he sneered, "Hehe, you want to escape?"

The window was the easiest place to escape, and Ron guarded this place, so the assassin had no choice but to escape through the big "gate".

"Death Coil!"

A cyan air mass was thrown out violently, hitting the back of the assassin's head, and this undead magic called Death Entanglement included not only flesh damage, but also spirit attacks.

Ron thought well, he wanted to take advantage of the moment when the other party lost his mind and captured him.

Seeing the death entanglement coming, the black shadow could not escape, so he rolled on the spot and dodged Ron's attack.

It has to be said that the thief's dodge ability is high.

Seeing that there was no way to escape, the black shadow pounced viciously with a double dagger in hand.

It's not that thieves can't fight, but it's not necessary, and if they really want to fight, thieves can burst out with powerful combat power in an instant.

"Shadow Attack!"

"Backstab!"

"Boning!"

"Cut!"

“……”

A series of blows made Ron a mess, and he propped up the "bone shield" and desperately resisted the opponent's attack, and the bone shield was cut out of deep sword marks.

"Bone spear!"

A bone spear of Bai Sensen appeared in Ron's hand, and he fought the Assassin with a spear in one hand and a shield in the other.

The assassin had never seen such a way of fighting, and he was obviously startled, and at this time, Ron hurried to attack, and for a while, the assassin was in a hurry.

"Faint Vision!"

Ron's eyes suddenly lit up, and a trace of curse power instantly flowed into the assassin's mind, and in an instant, the assassin felt that his eyes suddenly became blurred, and even his moves seemed panicked.

Looking at an open space, Ron knocked out his dagger, and then the bone dungeon suddenly rose from the ground, trapping the assassin firmly, and as he struggled, a cold bone spear pressed against his chest.

"Don't move! or I'll kill you!" Ron threatened.

The man didn't move, and he looked Ron up and down with a pair of eyes, looking very surprised.

Ron breathed a sigh of relief, a little glad in his heart, it seemed that this assassin really couldn't be underestimated, otherwise he would have been here today, he asked coldly, "Who are you? Who told you to kill me?"

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