"Rot?" Cohen didn't expect Elder Bolt and Camille to be in agreement, and after hesitating for a moment, he asked respectfully, "Elder Bolt, has the Anasta Kingdom really come to this point?"

Bolt nodded, slowly put down the pipe in his hand and knocked it on the table, and a cloud of pitch-black ash bombs fell to the ground, "The whole country is like this burnt cigarette ash, when it is still tobacco, it is fragrant and attractive, and we smokers are intoxicated, but once the brightest light bursts out and turns into calming flying smoke, it becomes a dirty ash that no one wants to touch." Under the leadership of Constantine XI, the Anasta Kingdom was strong and prosperous. When his health deteriorated, the whole country gradually became turbulent. Some of the darkness that had been obscured by the light finally emitted a disgusting smell of decay, eroding every inch of this kingdom and devouring innocent lives one after another. At this point, Bolt took out a ball of tobacco from his bosom and rubbed it, stuffed it into his pipe again, lit it and smoked it.

Hearing this, Cohen kind of understood. Taking a break between Bolt's cigarettes, he asked, "Isn't there anyone who will save this decaying kingdom?"

"Not for the time being, now except for praying for the king's body to recover and regain its glory as soon as possible, all the forces are waiting, and the four largest families in the royal city are all standing still, avoiding becoming victims of the power struggle, but the entire kingdom is definitely surging at this time, in order to win the maximum benefit after the alternation of the throne, countless invisible forces are intertwined under the dark night sky to form an invisible. But they both know each other that if they take one wrong step, the entire family will be wiped out and become a funeral object in the battle for royal power. The only person who can save the country is Konstantin XI himself, and he will not be the second choice. After speaking, Bolt looked up at the night sky, his eyes gradually dimmed, and sighed: "I have been a resident elder here for almost four hundred years, and I have seen too many dark power struggles, and I am already tired of the power struggles of human beings, so let him change." Okay, that's all for tonight, it's late at night, and I'm tired of my old man's bones. With that, he waved his hand at Cohen and walked straight into the room to rest.

Cohen respectfully bowed to Bolt's back, but his heart was savoring the message he had just said. Through Elder Bolt, Cohen already had a general idea of the current form and pattern of the Lion Crusader City, and when all this was clear to him, Cohen suddenly felt that Elvis could have a visual feast on the tip of the knife, subverting everyone's perception of him, and the beginning of all this may be in this night full of bright stars. Thinking of this, a smile appeared on the corner of Cohen's mouth, it was time to go back, Xuelu and they should rush to the rock house where Elvis was.

At the same time, on the palace of the royal city, King Constantine XI sat on the throne, gently shaking the wine glass in his hand and looking at the red wine in the glass, but his mind recalled the nightmare just now, the bandit leader who was killed by himself and hung in the Longze Mountains actually swung a knife at himself in his dream, and he was unarmed and could only flee in a hurry, and when he was about to be chased by him, his daughter and son desperately blocked in front of him, and then he watched them being killed alive by the bandit leader, especially the desperate eyes of the fourth prince Elvis before he died, so that he completely woke up from the dream and broke out in a cold sweat。

For two years, he dreamed of this scene almost every night, as if it was a constantly replaying memory, constantly disturbing Constantine XI, and he had almost been unable to sleep at night for two years, for which the number one priest doctor and even the spell solver in the entire Noah continent took the trouble to ask him to diagnose, but unfortunately so far no one has been able to cure the king's disease, and he can't even find a definite answer to why such a thing happened.

It wasn't until the Pope personally came to the Lion Crusader City to diagnose himself, when the Pope drove everyone out of the city, and told himself the cause in that small room: killing becomes a demon, only killing can alleviate the disease, and the only way to cure this disease is to completely kill to the extreme, so as to break through the heroic warrior and become the highest level blood emperor in the epic legend of the warrior, and the disease will be cured. If you can't break through, your condition will worsen within five years, and your body's strength and vitality will gradually disappear. Then, there was an even more evil way to redeem the life of Constantine XI, but this method, which was permanently buried in the depths of memory, and the glory of the warrior who did not dare to give it up until death made him abandon this method.

That night, Constantine XI took out a heinous criminal from the dungeon and cut him off in front of the Pope, and sure enough, in exchange for a good night's sleep, the number of prisoners in the dungeon gradually decreased.

"I've got to kill again, for this damn headache!" Konstantin XI pinched his aching forehead, tilted his head and drank all the wine in the cup, took the cloak hanging on the throne and fastened it to himself, picked up the two boning daggers on the weapon rack, and walked slowly towards the dungeon.

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When Cohen returned to the slum rock house, the silence around him was terrible, except for the dim light of the stars in the sky, the whole slum seemed to be a dark speck that occupied the territory of the bustling war lion crusade city, and there was no life in it. The dilapidated wooden door of the Iwaya was tightly closed, and there was not the slightest movement inside through the crack in the door, only the darkness that could not be seen with five fingers.

Cohen glanced around worriedly, and secretly said that Xuelu hadn't come back yet, so he went straight to the wooden door and knocked twice, and after a while, a familiar voice came from the rock house: "Sleep, don't make noise!" It was Rachel's broken voice. Cohen was stunned for a moment, and was about to say something when two wooden doors were suddenly pushed open from the inside, and two thick arms were stuck on Cohen's neck from the darkness with lightning speed, and directly dragged him into the rock house, Cohen's thin figure was swallowed up by the darkness in an instant, and the two dilapidated wooden doors automatically closed when Cohen was pulled in, and the surroundings were quiet again.

Before Cohen, who was dragged into the house, could react, his hands and feet were firmly restrained, and a pair of large rough hands covered his mouth firmly, making him unable to scream, and a few cold rays and slight metal friction in the darkness made Cohen feel murderous.

At this moment, a sharp giant axe pressed against Cohen's neck, and Rachel lowered his voice and said, "Tell me, who sent you? Don't shout, or your dwarven master will chop off your head with an axe and return you to the arms of the gods." After saying that, he easily opened the big hand that covered Cohen's mouth.

"It's me, Abigaiah Cohen, what's going on with you?" Cohen asked angrily. Just as he was about to say something, the big rough hand covered his mouth again, only this time Rachel didn't speak, and Xuelu's crisp voice came from behind the crowd: "Don't talk, there's someone on the roof!"

Suddenly the silence in the rock house could even hear the sound of needles falling to the ground, and at this time, Cohen's eyes also adjusted to the light in the rock house, and he saw Rachel, who was pressed against him, squeezing his eyebrows at him, pointing to the roof with his left hand, and then putting it to his mouth to make a silent motion. Cohen nodded, and Rachel slowly let go of her big hand and carefully moved it to the side.

"Crunch, squeak!"

There were a few inaudible sounds of landing on the roof, and after a while, a hoarse voice whispered: "It's strange, I heard the sound of talking here just now, why did you look around but didn't even see a figure?" Another voice smiled with a hint of disdain: "Don't be suspicious, we searched this slum twice, not to mention people, there are not more ghosts, are you drinking too much and having auditory hallucinations?"

"Damn, if it weren't for the 500,000 gold coins, you think I'd come to this slum where the doesn't in the middle of the night? The hoarse voice scolded directly, and then the body burst into flames and disappeared directly into the dark night sky.

"Hmph, if it weren't for your sister's face, if I didn't kill you, I wouldn't be called Keno!" But scolding and scolding, Keno still chased after the black shadow in front of him, in case this guy has three long and two short, his sister who protects the short has to fry Keno and tear it apart.

After a while, the roof of the rock house returned to calm again, but the few people in the house really didn't dare to take a breath, and after about a meal, after making sure that no one would come to search again, everyone breathed a sigh of relief and slowly got up from the ground.

"Everyone's okay, right?" Cohen rubbed his numb limbs, Cohen, who had been suppressed just now, grinned hoarsely, looking at Rachel who kept smirking at him, Cohen wanted to use vines to tie up this guy and hang him in the air for no reason.

Hearing Cohen's question, everyone said that they were fine, and Camille said, "Come with me, everyone, it's not safe here, let's go to the basement." After speaking, he raised his hands and clapped them in the dark, signaling everyone to follow the applause.

When the dim elemental lamp lit up in the small basement, Cohen suddenly saw an unexpected person, Outpost Sentinel Kraft, who was sitting quietly on a simple wooden bench in the basement wiping a giant axe, and after seeing Cohen's surprised gaze, he just nodded and said hello.

"Why did Kraft come along?" Cohen asked Shelly. Shelly shrugged her shoulders and looked like she didn't want to ask me, then pointed at Rachel and smiled, "Ask this drunken dwarf!"

Rachel was leaning against the wall with a pot of wine and drinking, and after hearing Xuelu's words, he looked at Kaffa proudly and said, "We said that we will have another duel tomorrow, and this time I must use the high-level earth elemental compression technique to defeat this big man." Cohen slapped his head and looked at Rachel with black lines on his face, completely speechless.

At this time, Kraft bent down to Cohen and said, "I'll help him!" After speaking, he pointed to Elvis who was hiding behind Camille with a solemn expression, Cohen glanced at Kraft in confusion, then looked at Xuelu, and said, "He knows everything?"

Xuelu nodded and said, "After I brought them here, Camille briefly told the matter again, and Kav said that he was a warrior and must help Elvis fulfill his dream, so he stayed. After listening to Xuelu's explanation, Cohen smiled and patted Kraft's arm and said, "There is a possibility of death, aren't you afraid?"

"For glory!" Kraft suddenly raised his right fist and fixed it in the air, his eyes firmly looking at Cohen and the others. At this moment, Cohen and Rachel slowly walked up to Kraft and raised their right fists to touch Kraft, and after a while, Xuelu and Camille's white little fists also lightly touched, and when Elvis stood on tiptoe and touched his chubby right fist together.

"For glory!!"

A neat low shout rang out in the basement.

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Yesterday I was caught drinking by a friend.,No update.,Forgive me!Today there's another local tyrant to reward me.,Thank you very much!With your support.,Ups and downs will definitely be able to finish the book.。