Chapter 300

In the quiet sky, there are layers of white fog evenly dyed with the hazy spring. At the eaves outside the window, there are jackdaws whispering and making restless moans, disturbing the day's meditation.

Squeak!

The simple and elegant window leaf was slightly opened, and Jasper's heart had a omen. He looked at the looming lunwal mountains in the clouds in the distance. There was an inexplicable smell and ripples, which was the instinctive induction from the legendary assassin.

As he continued to think, the terrible breath surging in the hinterland of Valoran called back his mind, as if a great existence dominated the world around him, and a trace of depression appeared in the depths of his soul.

"What's going on? Wait..."

Jasper's face was suddenly dignified. He recalled the familiar and strange atmosphere in the depths of the renwal mountains, which was very similar to the ancient existence that had appeared in Limon Tanlu. In addition, his current position was the Valoran collar.

"It's a surprise. The legend of Valoran's existence is not only exposed, but even more!"

Looking at the light gray fog in the quiet sky, a touch of fear appeared in Jasper's pupil. Immediately, he immediately realized that Valoran was no longer safe and must immediately

Wheeze! Wheeze!

[profound meaning of shadow! Blades]

The two dark swords in their hands suddenly came from a corner of the room as if the shadow had escaped into the void, and the sharp breath vaguely cut the air.

to be sonorous!

The scarlet light appeared in front of Jasper like lightning, shot down the sword in his hand, and soon a thin red sword stabbed back behind him. There was a shadow approaching silently.

[shadow mystery! Split]!

The shadow suddenly disappeared, and the next moment, it appeared on Jasper's head, looking down at the target in front of him.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

The crisp and pleasant sound of the percussion played in the room, and the sparks shone like stars, showing two disappearing figures.

This is an extremely pleasant but cold and murderous battle. Both of them give full play to their respective strengths. The invisible sharp breath fills the void, and sometimes leaves deep traces on the walls and floors.

In the room, the robber is constantly flashing. The dark black energy is like a wave, rippling the air. The target has an intuitive perception beyond search. Every attack will be blocked, and then he will fight back boldly, so that he has to use his separate body to avoid the extremely dangerous red sword.

"Shadow, no one can escape!" a bright red light surged behind the robbed armor, and the twilight blade in his hand was cold and sharp.

[shadow mystery! Ghost chop]!

The residual black energy erupted at this moment, like a prairie fire. Where the shadow was, it extended dark blades and frantically cut at the enemy's target.

"He is also a top talent and a shadow assassin marching towards the legendary road." Jasper took a deep breath and calmly looked at the shadow assassin in front of him. There was envy and fear in his eyes. He admired the age and talent of the shadow assassin and was frightened by the strength exposed by Valoran's collar.

Recalling the news from the spy recently, Jasper whispered, "maybe I should suggest to his majesty guy to restrain the forces of the king's party. They have provoked forces that should not be provoked!"

The "young" kings of the sad gate and edalas continue to plot, but they do not know the terrorist strength behind this territory. May you ensure your life safety in the face of Baron modrian in the future.

[fencing · bee sting]!

The red thin sword was gathered at his waist, and then Jasper suddenly stabbed it out. In an instant, countless crimson lights appeared around him, like worker bees gathered in a honeycomb.

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

The beep sounded suddenly, and the burst of crimson light connected into pieces, collided and annihilated with the black energy in front of the body, and then dissipated, as if it were completely melted into the air and shadow.

The next moment, dense traces crisscrossed the walls, desks and wooden beds of the room. Under such strong destructive power, the two disappeared in situ almost in no order.

Boom!

The original intact room collapsed after the two left, and the soil and dust covered the sky over the building.

"Good strength!" Jasper smiled and looked at the shadow assassin walking out of the shadow not far away. Just when he wanted to continue his action, he found something unexpectedly and hurriedly set up the red thin sword in his hand.

Click! Click! Click!

In the field of vision, cracks suddenly appeared on the body of the red thin sword, and then it broke into four sections, leaving only the residual handle.

"Semi artifact? Artifact?" Jasper's eyes fell on the shadow, the assassin's double blades crossed his chest, and the Black Dagger clenched in his right hand.

On the whole, the handle of the dagger is integrated with the body of the sword. The snow-white dagger blade reflects the cold radiance in the sky, with a faint red Rune engraved on the back.

Greed, entanglement and envy alternate in Jasper's eyes. Finally, he noticed the increasingly uneasy atmosphere in Valoran territory, strongly restrained all desires and directly hid into the shadow.

"Look forward to seeing you next time! It will decide the fate."

The robbed figure stops on the eaves of nearby buildings and allows the target character to leave.

As the master of the shadow stream, he has a good memory, so he recognizes who it is, the chief manager of the vallant palace, the legendary assassin, Jasper queerty, and more importantly, his strength is not enough to force him to leave each other.

Rob looked down at several traces on the dark lock armour. There were faint blood stains penetrating out and whispered: "the road of the shadow has not come to an end. I still need to continue to pursue the shadow!"

The shadow dissipates, and there are still deep-seated spies in irvindale Town, which need to be cleaned again!

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The cold wind on the hillside blew a few strands of blond hair on his forehead. Modrian hurried to tunwobao through the transmission of knoxtola. He was overlooking the noisy and chaotic refugees at the foot of the mountain, and there would be dirty curses from time to time.

The invasion of the jackals forced these people to leave their hometown, and the human darkness on the way has destroyed some of their things, so they feel they have nothing to fear.

If someone seduces and coerces them, the accumulated resentment will seek to vent, especially when jackals follow, and the dark emotion completely suppresses reason.

Why don't those superior gentlemen and nobles protect their weak? Why can't I get the right to live in the town like other civilians? Why should I stay outside the wall and wait for death?

They are eager to realize their inner darkness!

"How long have these people been together?" modrian asked, looking indifferently at the refugees eager to go up the mountain again.

"From noon to now, they have arranged some people to go up the mountain, hoping that we can provide them with accommodation, hot water, food, and even women!" crane said with a smile, but there was a trace of blood in his smile.

No matter what social position, life background, homeland and personal wealth, anyone can obtain power, status and respect in Knox as long as they can show the necessary abilities.

The following completely abandoned and irrational refugees are obviously ineligible!