The sun was shining, and Lin Qi and his party left the rented courtyard wrapped in black cloaks, and walked slowly to the only gate of the Forge Castle.

Hordes of dwarves and goblins were rampaging through the streets, shouting with flasks and waving their thick arms, a group of miners and blacksmiths who had just finished their work. For these rough guys, digging ore, smelting steel, and then pouring ale to their heart's content, this is their life, this is their ideal, this is the life they dream of.

Avoiding these bold guys, Lin Qi and his party slowly walked out of the lava castle.

The powerful spiritual power covered the space within a radius of several miles, and Lin Qi could clearly perceive that nearly a hundred goblins were walking along the dozen or so small alleys nearby. They didn't know what means to use to echo each other from afar, forming an invisible net to control their group at the core. Some goblins bulge in their sleeves, and occasionally when they move, the cuffs reflect the cold light of arrows.

Obviously, these guys have small crossbows strapped to their arms, which are strictly controlled and forbidden in all countries on the mainland, and it is not known where these goblins got this kind of close-range killing weapon.

Dozens of dwarves followed from afar, grim-faced and heavily clad in plate armor. They gulped the liquor with a flask in one hand and walked briskly with a heavy axe in the other. Along the way, they encountered several patrolling guards of the lava castle, but they turned a blind eye to the arrogance of the dwarves.

"It's funny, I'm amazed at the power of the Assassin Guild in the Duchy of Montenegro!" Lin Qi pouted slightly.

The donkey, who was covered with a layer of black cloth and blocked the terrible wound on his body that was slowly healing, glanced at Lin Qi in surprise: "Your uncle, don't you know that the Principality of Montenegro has another name called 'Assassin's Lair'? One of the largest training camps of the Assassin Guild is in the deep mountains of the Principality of Montenegro, of course, even I don't know where that training camp is. ”

Lin Qi raised his eyebrows, and there is still this statement?

The Principality of Montenegro is full of mountains, full of rugged and steep mountains, the terrain here is complex, many places are dangerous, and ordinary people can die if they get close to it. The complex topography was indeed the best place for the Assassins to conduct various training and drills. The Assassin Guild had a reason for placing the largest Assassin training camp in the Principality of Montenegro.

But this was not good news for Lin Qi and the others, as they had plunged headlong into the important stronghold of the Assassin Guild, and God knows how many Assassins had already laid a net by this time. Lin Qi didn't know how efficient the Assassin Guild was, but he knew that he had only one option - to leave the Duchy of Montenegro before Yunjun arrived.

Striding out of the main entrance of the lava castle, Lin Qi and his party walked down the winding mountain avenue, and then chose a random avenue to go east. Alda and Bilibili lifted Xiong Wanjin, and the group advanced to the east as fast as they could. The group even brought a distorted afterimage in the air, and ordinary pedestrians on the road could only feel a strong wind passing by, but they couldn't see who was passing by.

The Principality of Montenegro was full of mines, and there were no fields suitable for cultivation at all, so the people of the Principality of Montenegro lived in the city, and there were no villages and towns outside the city where there were other national swords. Thirty miles after Lin Qi and the others left the Furnace Castle, there were no other pedestrians in sight on the empty avenue, and Lin Qi, who had the best eyesight, looked around, and could not see the slightest human population from far and near.

Continuing to march forward for ten miles, a row of werewolf soldiers in heavy armor stopped in front of everyone.

These werewolves have black hair, are two meters tall, and have excellent heavy armor. All of the werewolf soldiers were branded with a thumb-sized blood-colored mark on their foreheads - a distorted serpent-like mark on the Western Continent that represented the status of a slave, a group of slave soldiers.

A whole thousand werewolf slave soldiers silently formed a formation in front of Lin Qi and his party. At the forefront, a group of 200 werewolf slaves held heavy shields, and the two-meter-high square heavy shields were interlocked with latches and chains to form a strong city wall. Behind them were six hundred werewolf slaves armed with powerful crossbows, and at the back were two hundred sturdy slaves with swords in both hands.

Lin Qi and the others stopped a hundred meters away from the thousand werewolf slave soldiers. Glancing up and down at these slave soldiers, Lin Qi couldn't help but exclaim, "What a big deal, does the Grand Duke of Montenegro actually allow the assassin union to mobilize troops within his own country?"

The sound of low footsteps came slowly, and two teams of dwarven warriors, one on the left and one on the right, were slowly approaching from a distance. These dwarven warriors, wearing heavy armor and holding war hammers, were constantly pouring liquor in their mouths, panting for breath, staring at Lin Qi and his party with a hideous smile.

The impression of the people of the continent on the dwarves is that this is a race with an occasional rough temper and a bit greedy for gold coins, but with a bold personality, which can be trusted, can be socied, and can become friends and even comrades-in-arms. But these dwarven warriors in front of them, they don't see any good in the dwarves, their faces are distorted and hideous, their eyes are fierce and tyrannical, like a group of perverted murderers, and their every pore is full of blood and murder.

The sound of light, deliberately heavy footsteps came from behind the crowd.

Lin Qi didn't look back and knew that it was a group of dark elves. These dark darlings were all handsome and beautiful, dressed in soft black leather armor, armed with swords, scimitars, longbows and other weapons that elves were good at, and deliberately took a heavy step to outflank them from behind everyone. They moved extremely fast, and each of them took with them two or three looming afterimages as they walked. There is no doubt that it is a very sad thing to be targeted by a group of dark elves, and ordinary people simply cannot escape their pursuit.

A beast roared from high in the sky, and more than a hundred pitch-black eagle-headed beasts waved their huge wings and slowly circled down from the sky. These behemoths with a body length of more than three meters and a wingspan of more than six meters sat two or three black-clothed mages on their backs.

These mages were armed with magic staffs, and there were no mage badges and logos on their robes, so Lin Qi couldn't tell which magicians they were of what realm. But the surging magic emanating from them could be felt, and there were at least two dark mages of the Saint realm among them.

Two black mages of the Holy Realm, this is extremely amazing. Dark magic is known for its strange ferocity, and if a saint-level dark mage casts a plot, even other saint-level magicians can be killed by them. Coupled with the hundreds of other magicians of heaven rank and status, this magical power can only be described as 'luxurious', and the court magician groups of some weaker kingdoms do not have such a scale.

These Hippogriffs are pitch black, as dark as the deepest of night. Among these pitch-black Hippogriffs, there was a Hippogriff with a body length of more than five meters, with magnificent purple hair all over its body, and a faint black halo surrounding this huge demonic beast.

A handsome-looking young man in his early twenties, dressed in a purple robe, stood on the back of this extraordinarily outstanding eagle-headed beast, condescendingly overlooking Lin Qi and his party. Lin Qi looked at this young man, and instinctively remembered the arrogant Yun Jun who was suspended in front of him.

This young man and Yun Jun's faces are ninety percent similar, and they are the same arrogant, the same invincible, and he has more immature arrogance and arrogance than Yun Jun, and more pampered domineering and unruly. He clasped his hands in front of his chest, looked down at Lin Qi and his party with a contemptuous smile, and suddenly sighed heavily.

"Is that you, worthy of a death warrant from your father?"

Lin Qi looked at the purple-clothed young man in surprise: "You mean, father, your father, is Yunjun?"

The purple-clothed young man puffed up his chest, he nodded heavily, and said proudly: "I am my father's one thousand and eighty son-in-law! Remember, it was the first day of the Acacia family who took your life today!"

Yun Jun's one thousand and eighty sons-in-law! Lin Qi was silent, the donkey was ashamed, Alda was envious, Xiong Wanjin was shocked, and Bilibili was at a loss!

"The first day of the Acacia family!" Lin Qi sighed heavily: "Dare to ask you, Gui Geng this year?" Lin Qi used the lingua franca of the Eastern Continent. Facing Yunxiaojun, Lin Qi felt that it was more appropriate to use the oriental lingua franca.

Yunxiaojun stepped out and slowly descended from the sky. A gentle wind surrounded his body, and he slowly floated to the ground as if a god had descended. He stood proudly less than three meters away from Lin Qi, holding his head high and sneering, "This son...... Nian Fang...... But I'm already a saint with the strength of the lower rank, and with my age, I have such cultivation, am I not considered a genius?"

Lin Qi was shocked, he was thirty-eight years old, twenty-four years old, and he was a saint at the bottom of the rank, and this Yunxiao Monarch really had arrogant capital.

But the donkey on the side suddenly laughed strangely: "Grandson, I'll fuck your uncle, you are thirty-eight years old, are you thirty-eight twenty-four, or thirty-eight years old? Hehe, if you are twenty-four years old, you can brag about it, but if you are thirty-eight years old......

Yun Xiaojun's face distorted, he gritted his teeth, and said with a gloomy face, "I'm Chinese New Year's Eve eight years old today, so what?"

The donkey let out a long sigh, he threw away the black cloth covering his body, and the man stood up slowly: "Thirty-eight-year-old grandson, please face this cruel world! Even if you think in your heart that you are the No. 1 genius of Tianzi, you should not stand so close to us!"

Before Yunxiao Jun came back to his senses, Lin Qi, the donkey, and Arda had already pounced together.

As soon as Lin Qi's body was long, he grabbed Yunxiaojun's neck.

The donkey's heavy hoof slapped on Yunxiaojun's face, causing his nose to bleed and his teeth flying.

Alda pinched Yunxiaojun's lower body with an extremely obscene hand, Yunxiaojun howled in pain, and his fighting energy collapsed in an instant, and he couldn't lift any more strength.

Bilibili had already drilled out from under Lin Qi's crotch, and stabbed Yunxiaojun in the ass with a fierce swing of the dagger.

'Puff, puff', two bloody arrows erupted from Yunxiaojun's ass.