Chapter 188

The bright moon is hanging, the night is boundless, and the original appearance of the arahi plain is gradually invisible in the indifferent fog. The dim and dark environment is up to Limon Tanlu. It is like a lone star standing on the top of the mountain, which contrasts with the stars in the night sky, producing a mysterious feeling.

The capital of a country stands in the middle of the plain, and it is also the largest plain in Stoke King's country - Arashi plain, which is enough to show its confidence in its own strength.

Violet Guard Corps, a cavalry Corps stationed near limontanlu, is an ace cavalry Corps established by wallant I. It has won countless honors in hundreds of years and established the Dale family of stoke kingdom!

With a twist of his brow, the strong man immediately turned aside from the road and watched Horace and wassman disappear into the stairway.

"A young master of the Dale family went upstairs and pay attention." the strong man in Suo Jia pulled the skirt of his neck and embroidered a light cyan stone on it.

The sound transmission stone can be used for communication in a small range. Its foundation is built by the wind Magic - sound transmission. It can transmit sound to each other within 100 meters without the interference of energy flow.

"Copy that!"

"Copy that!"

After the instruction, the strong man in Suo Jia returned to his original position and looked at the possible accidents around him indifferently. The shark's Tavern hired them not only for money.

The noise was still loud, and the young crowd crowded in the ballroom, venting themselves under the shaking magic light.

At the same time, distorted shadows shuttle through limontanlu, like stray maned dogs pursuing different goals and places.

Barbaric gangs in the dark patrol their respective places and squeeze the interests of civilians with their institutional rules. The shadow stream disciples see their methods and ways of dealing with rebels, and watch them kill for no reason, just to meet their bloody desire to kill.

The city hall with magic lights is located in an inconspicuous building. It is the capital of the king. The dignitaries and nobles are unknown, which also doomed the desolation of the city hall.

However, these still can not stop the inner greed. Maybe they are like running dogs in the face of those nobles, but they have enough ability in the face of civilians and businessmen.

The darkness behind the light, accepting bribes and trading money and power are everywhere. This is a degenerate process, which is uncontrollable.

The shadow stream continues to spread. In the street corners under the stars at night, there are civilians working and living, calculating how much they can earn a day and how many people they can support.

The sound of complaining and nagging is transmitted to the ears of shadow stream disciples, but under the complaint, they still have to fight with the trivial things of life, which is the hardship of the bottom life.

The pace of shadow flow disciples also goes deep into the so-called upper City area, which belongs to the aristocratic area. In the prosperous life under the night, too many people indulge in women and banquets in order to live for one second. The blessing left by their ancestors makes these moths not consider others.

Of course, there are other places in limontanlune. If there is no hidden sense of danger, the shadow stream disciples stop moving forward, silently write down the details, turn around and leave, and explore other places in the "fog".

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Late at night, in the noble area, there is a luxury building complex like carved beams and painted buildings.

Ah... Woo!

The shrill call stopped. The silver armor guards silently guarding the central building walked in slowly and pulled out a beheaded male body with many blue and purple marks on the bare body.

"Almost cut my skin, and I responded quickly!" the pure white pajamas wrapped the young man's body, and the feminine and slender tone echoed in the room. The red thin sword gently held by his right hand dropped a little blood and dyed the luxurious carpet red.

Reaching out and twisting the towel on the mahogany table in front of him, the young man in white pajamas wiped the blood on the blade. Every wipe was like touching a gentle lover.

"My brother Sawyer, since he's here, why don't you make a noise?"

At the door of the room, a blonde young man in casual clothes stepped in, his face similar to that of a young man in white pajamas.

"Ha, brother Saroyan, it seems that you haven't received the news yet." Sawyer frowned at the blood splashing around, and then continued word by word.

"He comes back, the friend you miss day and night!"

The body of the red thin sword trembled slightly, and the bright and sharp blade was cleaned out in an instant. Saroyan looked at Sawyer with a riddle, and the cold momentum oppressed the other party.

"Who is it?"

"Horace Lindbergh dahler!"