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Western Continent

Terry City

The man tightened his cloak, and the sword on his side was hidden in the large black robe. He looked up at the sky, and saw the Rem River running through the plain. The deep purple lake water contained strange fluorescent substances, like a winding river. The serpentine behemoth, bypassing the rocky river bank, tore Terry City apart from the rest of the land, turning it into a lonely island.

This is a city that belongs to the night. On the Rem River, the raging elemental storm blows across this cruel land, causing people to gather underground, while the brick-red buildings above the ground are close together, each towering, narrow and precarious, like a piece of land. Pieces of dry, pale flesh and blood that were contaminated by the wind and sand were strung together and piled up on this small plain, and the low trees struggled to form a single piece. On the gray-white land, they surrounded the city for businessmen to stay. several pubs.

Since the Era of the Gods, the continents that were originally in two dimensions have been gradually connected, and time and space have gradually merged. The Gorda sea area is no longer the end of the world, but has become an important way to connect the two continents. The original explorers made the majority of the original humans The continent and its surrounding islands are collectively called the East Continent, the other side was once called Hesfal, and the foreign land that believes in the god of the abyss is called the West Continent.

As the exchanges between the two continents gradually became closer, the conflicts caused by differences in beliefs and races did not stop for a moment, and the Holy See of Light became more and more prosperous and powerful, but the aborigines of the Western Continent who believed in the God of the Abyss were still the same as they had been for several epochs. Organizations unite beliefs.

At the same time, the empires in the Eastern Continent were divided, fighting from time to time but maintaining a delicate balance. For several epochs, the city-states and tribes in the Western Continent had fought fiercely. The tyrannical leaders were respected by the people. Come forth in large numbers.At the luxurious banquets held by the prosperous city-states, or during the daily chants of the Holy See choir, the aristocratic girls who hid their faces and laughed never realized that war and conflict never left these two continents for a moment.

But at the same time, enough city-states also began to prosper rapidly during such chaotic eras, or gradually declined.

Western Continent - a paradise for warlike and adventurers.

In his left hand, he held a jet-black iron rod, surrounded by a layer of dirty emery cloth, round and round until reaching the man's fingers. The rough-feeling red emery cloth rubbed his fingers with little bloodstains, because black is expensive, It belongs more to nobles and lords, and red is the favorite color of commoners in this land that loves to kill and sink. They use native plants to weave slightly hard fabrics, and inferior fabrics will even fade, leaving dark red traces.

Ed Odu III's hazelnut-colored eyes narrowed slightly due to the elemental storm during the day, his lips were a little peeled, and there were disharmonious red blood scabs on the delicate pale pink lips that were tight and slightly cold.

"Myers."

The steady voice is naturally slightly hoarse, with ups and downs and erratic tones, carrying an unintentional mystery, revealing the master's introverted quietness.

The boy next to him squinted his eyes because of the master's call, his golden pupils showed a transparent texture under the too harsh light, but they were as hard and cold as gravel on the river bed.

Miles tried his best to identify all the tiny breaths in the air.

"The smell of blood, a lot."

The man didn't speak. This place is still some distance away from the ancient mountains stretching to the north of the Western Continent. Not surprisingly, the two of them are definitely not the only visitors from the Eastern Continent with the same purpose.This is a complicated continent. During his brief experience with the Second Knights of the Principality to the Western Continent, the blood of the knights gave him an incomparably deep understanding of this point.

"The breath of the wind, Miles."

The man's voice was very quiet, still whispering in front of familiar people.

"North." The boy's face was wrapped in red emery cloth, leaving only a pair of eyes. While he raised his head to try to distinguish, his rapidly shrinking pupils paid close attention to everything around him.

That is a temple.

The hidden dangers of the Rem River cannot bring hope of life. The hungry monsters under the river and the perennial chaotic wind elements on the river make it difficult for the residents of the city to approach.At the junction of the river bank and the city, the abandoned temple stands alone outside a stretch of buildings. There are beasts covered with hard scales patrolling there, and the bones are piled up on the gray ground. From a distance, it looks like a dwarf temple. hills.

The man and the young man named Miles walked into the darkness. He raised the black iron rod slightly, and the gray-green dark light condensed and dripped on the corner of the wall, winding forward, sinking into the silent city under daylight.

Miles stretched out his palm, a withered flower bud lay in his palm, he lifted it up slightly, the flower bud floated up in the wind, and the cluster disappeared with a small bang.

Deep in the ancient mountains.

Someone stopped suddenly.

A flower bud landed on an armored arm.

The ancient and complicated rune surrounds the engraved giant dragon, and the coat of arms of Bellamias surrounds the silver heavy armor. Between the knight's long index finger, the flower buds are crushed, and tiny rays of light spread out, bringing news of the ranger.

The huge shield was smashed into the ground, the long sword lay across his chest, the knight commander lowered his eyes, and the power of the turbulent fire element swung away.

"The Seventh Knights return, Terry City."

In the depths of the Silent Mountains, an ancient creature suddenly opened its scarlet vertical pupils.

It was a liquid with a rusty smell, drizzling, dripping on the cheeks, and the wet cloak stuck to the skin, it was cold and blocked people's breathing.The beating sound could not be felt in the man's chest, and the decayed and broken body exuded a more decadent smell than this ruin.

The girl was sitting on a collapsed stone pillar, her calves dangling back and forth.

Bartholomew braced himself.The color of the mission panel finally lit up. He felt the power of the elements gradually recovering in his body. The wind whizzed past, which was a turbulent flow formed by the power of wind elements. He stretched out his hand, as thin as bones, with pale fingers The remaining endlessly attached skin on the body was cut with a few bloodstains by the turbulent flow, but it recovered quickly under the power of the elements that were running wildly in the man's body.

With a slight sound, a cruel smile appeared on the pale face of the girl and the man, and she turned her head to a strange angle, like a feather fluttering down, hidden deep into the dark rubble pile of the temple.

The rain in Terry City is the devil that roams this barren land.

The water of the Rem River was carried into the air, evaporated and fell again under the strong sunlight, and dropped on the skin of any fragile creature with the erratic wind, leaving a burning mark, along with the blood, in the diffuse in the body.Slowly, everything in the distance, the flames of the city, and the temperature of your body will leave you, and you will fall quietly. In the corner of the barren plain, no one will find you, because the wandering beasts will be there in the shortest time. Scramblers tear apart Rem's bounty, including hard bones.

Ed's fingers were dripping blood. The red emery cloth on the iron rod had been corroded to the point where it was hanging pitifully on it. He had no choice but to prop up the protection. Any loophole in the spell.

Cold scales brushed against his toes.

The stacked corpses formed a circle, and huge shadows wandered under the cover of the sparse vegetation on the river bank, accompanied by the sound of scales rubbing against the gravel, and the hissing sound was like the grin of a banshee.Any faint breath is carefully captured, even in the depths of the ground.

The man tightened his hood, his lips were pale due to the consumption of elemental power, he quietly walked through a mess of blood, his eyes flashed with pity, but at this moment, he walked across this desolate land, like a The gentleman in the aristocratic library walks through the rows of precious books.

"Miles, stop."

The huge shadow curled up its body, struggling to shrink and twist.

There was ruins before them.

Here, no creature dares to set foot again.

Ed Odu III.

If the vague and long-term memory in his mind is correct, before rebirth, he was just an ordinary person, an unknown biologist.

As one of the most proud students of the Archbishop of the Holy See, he wandered away from the mainland, the wasteland and the dead land of the ice field. He has seen the dwarves in the Esfanduin Valley and built a huge underground castle that penetrates directly into the ground and is illuminated by gemstones and gold. I have met undead wandering in the wilderness, the soul is empty and damaged, and the dead land is full of seductive whispers of the dead. He strayed into the depths of the forest, and the darling of the creator god jumped down from the tree crown, with knee-length hair shining like gold, and In the endless life, the pupils are as silent as everything grows quietly.

But he had never seen such a creation.

In the distance, Terry City is brightly lit at night, and the blood-red lights shine through the crowded houses to illuminate the dark purple sky. There are sharp-billed birds with dark wings and long, thin wings that look like dry bones gathered on the top of the royal city tower.

And this place is dark.

A creature that has never been praised by the light sits on the ruins, its crooked figure is covered by a tattered burqa, and pale bones are exposed where it is not covered. The dark bones only have some joints that cannot be distinguished He could barely make out a pair of hands because of the color of flesh and blood, and Ed's nose felt a little uncomfortable as the killing breath hadn't faded away.

He could feel that the man didn't look at him, and the only sound was the sound of blood dripping from his rain-corroded palm.

It wasn't Ed's favorite scene.

The emery cloth fell to the ground, the light condensed, and the edges and corners of the rough iron rod became sharp until it turned into a long sword.

He raised his sword, the sound of breaking ground spread rapidly, and the power of the wood element reached its peak.

Bartholomew looked at the cage he was in.

It was an old-looking cage, with a dull light on the ordinary metal, as if it had been aged for a long time, and the gap in the middle could easily stretch through the arms of an adult.Bartholomew's memory is very chaotic. The information on this continent is like a novel that he has read long ago but the plot is fragmented due to the age. Most of the time, he can only make his own judgments based on intuition.And his intuition told him that he shouldn't take this cage that seemed unable to trap even an ordinary mage lightly.

In the eyes of the knights, the cursed creature in the iron cage raised its head slowly and laboriously. On the pale skin exposed outside the hood, only the ugly dark red scar on the neck could be clearly recognized in the night.The knight commander stopped talking with Ed, and like everyone else, he was on guard for any slight movement of "it".

yes it does.

Bartholomew once had the experience of escaping from the orc's iron cage. It was as easy as killing the guarding orc, but his exhausted soul power made his exhausted soul power more frequently send out the pain of twisting every inch of bone.This time, he also understood the definition of those knights' eyes.

Of course Ed does too, he knows what everyone here calls him.They brought from the Holy See the iron cage where the monsters were imprisoned. The magic circle was engraved on every corner of the iron cage, and the bottom of each iron pillar was inlaid with gemstones containing the power of huge elements, providing magic with a steady stream of power. , and the precious winged bird bones were ground into powder and mixed into molten iron before smelting and forming, and were forged by the dwarves in the north of the Eastern Continent.

"It" was unusually quiet.

No one has to guess what kind of creature this is, and the complete prophecy is the right of the superior.

Ed gets a tiny hint from a duke from the Southern River Valley.The duke is obsessed with the theatre, and he is keen to bury his head on the plump breasts of the prostitutes during the huge cheers and noisy transitions. sentence.

"Somebody got a call... ha ha... the one from Middleton... everybody thought he... you know, oh god forgive me, pardon my disrespect, everybody thought that one was mad, my lord Your Excellency, you need to know."

The lights in the corridor behind the scenes were horribly dim, and the actors were walking back and forth across a layer of wooden boards above their heads. The creaking sound made Ed a little nervous, and the floating dust particles accompanied by the choking smell of perfume made his nose Wanting to make an indecent sound, the nobleman laughed. In this crowded but secret space, the sapphire ring passed down from generation to generation in the family rubbed against the tip of his nose as he fiddled with the girl's long red hair. Stopped Ed's urge to sneeze.

And the duke tried his best to shake his heavy brain, organizing his words in the most aristocratic tone possible.

"Only people with white gemstones on their chests will know, hahaha...the popes and archbishops of the past..." The nobleman stopped, his eyes still lingering between him and the man who rarely appeared in Middleton's social season For a while, the face of this immature young prostitute-girl, and then rubbed the back of her hand against the girl's flushed cheeks that were fumigated by alcohol: "No one dares to say it, even if everyone knows it well, how many epochs have passed, the light God has left his believers."

He put his fingers together in front of his lips, and the light from the blue gemstone on his index finger was faint.

When the light and darkness intersected, the curtain opened and there was thunderous applause, the lips of the nobles who had become friends with the Holy See opened and closed silently, and then they laughed slyly. Tumbling down the only staircase leading to the outside world in the small space.

"Those chosen by the Pope, bear your fate."