Chapter 301

Modrian stared at the noisy refugees. With extraordinary eyes, he could easily see the madness in those people's eyes, as well as some people in a hurry.

Even though the clothes are similar, the look can not deceive people, which is different from the crazy resentment of those real refugees.

"How many refugees gathered here occupy Valoran?" modrian asked softly, with a different emotion flashing in his brown eyes.

"More than half," crane replied in a deep voice, looking down at the Lord.

"Half!" murmured modrian, glancing over the crazy refugees who had gathered a thousand people, then turned his head and waved coldly to the location of lakstark fortress.

"Let's go!"

If it were the usual situation, he might be kind, consider dispersing everyone at the foot of the mountain, and then screen and capture the mastermind behind it.

But now, different from the past, Valoran is destined to become the focus of attention in this kingdom turmoil. Why not add some blood to the upcoming lively scene and make many forces playing conspiracy more sober.

Snap!

The red fireworks bloomed in the sky over the dug fort, turned into a flag with a red axe blade, and condensed in the sky for a long time.

In the camp at the foot of the mountain, after seeing the fireworks in the sky, these resentful refugees were slightly stunned, and then changed to their previous state. They were noisy and wanted to enter the city on the middle of the mountain, where they would provide what they dreamed of.

Dong Dong! Dong Dong!

The sound of neat and consistent footsteps came from the mountain road, like a grand and powerful piano music, which aroused everyone's heartstrings, but for the hidden spies, it became a life-threatening song that tortured people's hearts.

There was not only movement from the mountain, but also soldiers in silver armor in all directions.

This is a small number of demacia soldiers stationed in tunwobao, only 700. However, it is quite easy to destroy this group of helpless refugees in front of us.

When the enemy appeared in front of them, the demassian soldiers did not care about anything else. As a battle hardened military force in the demassian Empire, they fought against the Knox Empire all their life. Kindness and compassion did not exist, even if they looked so weak.

With vigorous steps, the demacia soldiers held silver shields, waved sharp blades and took a large amount of blood.

Kill on!

Or rather, it was slaughter, because the demassian soldiers completely surrounded all the gathered refugees without leaving any escape gap.

The strong smell of blood awakened the fear that these refugees had been dominated by jackal soldiers. They cried, begged for mercy and were sad. They wanted to pray that the private soldiers who obviously belonged to the aristocracy would let them go. How pathetic they looked, but they forgot their faces before.

Before the bloody death, life was different, but the purpose was the same - the desire to survive.

Unfortunately, the killing action of demacia soldiers did not stop at all, but became more rapid. A group of refugees who had lost resistance could not mention the real battle they longed for.

"Boring!"

Modrian shook his head gently. The killing at the foot of the mountain was somewhat unexpected. Unexpectedly, no hidden forces jumped out to stop him at this moment. In vain, he also brought the sword captain Tiana mianwei and the soldiers of the fearless pioneer Corps.

"Crane, I'll leave the rest to you." modrian smelled the bloody smell and showed an intoxicated expression. Then he patted crane on the shoulder and ordered.

"Then let's go back."

Modrian looked at Tiana on her side, as cold and serious as usual. Is that true of all the people in the coronation guard family?

Giving up the boring thoughts in his mind, he returned to knoxtorah embedded in the mountain and prayed that the action of lakstark fortress was not over. He looked forward to svein's strength.

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Lakstark fortress, a dark jungle nearby.

Several crows stood on the bare branches, making bursts of hoarse calls, and their scarlet eyes quietly stared at the gathered figures in black cloaks.

When the light mist covered the sky, the hidden people peeping at the fortress could not control their breath, because a strange and terrible breath suddenly appeared in the spiritual perception.

"Damn it, let's go!!!"

Hiss!

The leader's shadow took out a spell scroll from the cloak and tore it directly. Bursts of spatial fluctuations emerged in front of him, forming a black and red portal. Mysterious and strange patterns were engraved on the edge of the illusory door leaf.

Other concealers run towards the portal without command. Their swift action can be compared with that of some low-level assassins.

But unfortunately, their action is still too late.

The crows on the branches suddenly fluttered and flew like arrows, crashing into the newly formed black and red portal.

Poof!

Weird things happen. This transmission door, which represents the hidden hope, turns into foam, and smoke does not disperse. It seems that there is a strong force to cut off the location and cohesive power of the portal.

"Array!"

The retreat was broken, and the leading shadow was determined. When the hope disappeared, they lined up back-to-back into a circular protective array in order to face the coming enemy.

The rising wind and waves dispersed the light mist. Svein suspended in the air, gently tightened his simple coat and looked down on these poor guys. They didn't know that they had been monitored by the surrounding Ravens since they came near lakstark fortress.

"Crown, we don't know this is your territory, otherwise we will never offend you." the leading shadow lifted his black cloak and showed the old mage holding the purple black staff. Looking at his mental fluctuation, he was actually a high-level caster.

"Please give us a chance. Maybe you're the same as what we're looking for."

"Darkness blasphemes the priest?" Swein fell from the air, and his black walking stick hit the ground. He smelled a similar smell, like a demon in his body, like an abyss passage sealed by Ghana in lakstark fortress.

"Are you here for the abyss passage?"

"Yes, under the crown, that's why the crown sent us behind us!" the old mage put himself very low, because he had already felt the unfathomable power opposite, probably a legendary crown.

"If you need help, I think we can help a little!"

"Are you afraid of the me?" Swain said with the a slight smile, his left hand slowly extending out of the his clothes. "Although I'm very pleased, it's not like blaspheming the priest. After all, even the gods can't wipe out the greedy you."

Hearing the speech, the old mage looked dignified. He couldn't feel the idea of the person in front of him. Finally, he said in a low voice: "under the crown, I know you are a legend, but there is a Demon Lord standing behind us. You should consider it clearly."

"Can you know the organization behind you? I'm very interested." Swein didn't answer, but looked at the old mage with great interest.

He likes darkness, especially the darkness that can steal the power of the gods and bring fear, and these darkness blasphemy priests seem to have such power.