Chapter 444

The cold wind rolled the snow all over the sky and drowned the dawn.

Easta stood where he was, even in the crowded crowd, but he still felt extremely lonely. He looked up at the cloud scene at the moment, looking slightly in a trance.

Returning to the old land, there is no joy, but more fear in the depths of the soul.

He still remembers the silent night when the Oracle came down. The temple of wealth in the Grand Duchy of tempefasha was ambitious and eager to obtain a place of faith in order to win the gift of the goddess of wealth.

Then the army marched straight to lanwasul castle.

The pale blood color filled his eyes, easta's body trembled imperceptibly, and deep memories emerged clearly.

A slender long sword.

An elegant female swordsman.

With amazing posture, the array beheaded hundreds of trial knights in heavy armor.

Then, the extremely beautiful and fierce swordsmanship displayed slaughtered the legend of divine grace belonging to the temple of wealth - under the crown of Howell.

But the disaster of that night was far from over.

The legendary anger stopped before the pure white sword like the sun, and then fell one after another.

Even the opportunity to become a coalescer has completely turned into nothingness.

"Priest, just those mercenaries..." a respectful voice came from my ears. It was the smart and firm trial Knight specially selected by the temple of wealth, who was responsible for the safety of the team.

Hearing the sound, easta returned to his senses, looked at the figure of the far away mercenaries and slowly shook his head: "don't worry, this is not the Grand Duchy of tambefasha, we can keep our duty." then he turned his head and looked at the city tower, with ripples in his deep eyes.

"Valoran collar..." easta's face became more and more gloomy, and a touch of fear loomed in the corners of his eyes. This territory that has risen in just a few years has put too much heavy pressure on all the forces behind the exploration.

"This time it's all for your own fun. No matter how powerful your strength is, you must follow the potential rules as long as it exists in the world." easta's hands converged in the golden robe moved slightly. Just in his vision, he has seen the potential of many blood aristocrats and the team of... Power temple.

"Break the rules and challenge the bottom line of so many forces, Baron modrian, what do you want to do?"

When the cold wind blew, the long dragon like team became active and began to enter the city of irvindale one after another, and the invisible dark tide surged along with it.

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Irvindale, near the black courtyard of the prison.

The narrow and claustrophobic streets surround the courtyard, and the high eaves can see the sharp armored Knox soldiers who are responsible for guarding the courtyard and obey dreven's orders.

In the courtyard room, the polished bronze mirror reflects dreven's slender figure. He is wearing bright clothes. A copper ring gathers his long black beard together. At his shoulder is a carefully treated wolf skin cloak, and his gray hair is not stained with mud dust.

"I can't wait. I belong to the charming place of delavin." delavin opened his mouth and a bloody smile bloomed on his face.

"Hey, dreven, you should learn to be patient and endure your inner hunger. There is no longer the aura of dreus's brother on your head. Are you..."

"Honor the executioner."

When he told the name of dreus, a little color of memory appeared in his eyes. It was a story long ago and stored in the deepest part of his heart.

At that time, de Levin was just an orphan in besiliko's street, but his character was already fearless. He likes to show off and show off. He often provokes elderly street children and sinister underground gangs to have vicious fights with them.

Although dreven is very talented and confident in his ability - perhaps overconfident, he can spend his childhood safely because his brother dreus, who is always in front of him, is always standing in front of him.

No matter what battle dreven provokes, dreus can end everything in the end.

"I will no longer be the little guy behind you, the battlefield is not, life is not, and will never be." dreven looked at himself in the bronze mirror and smiled as if he made a precious promise.

"Tomorrow, I will leave the name of the great dreven."

"Being the best will be the daily standard I set, no matter where I go."

Dong Dong! Dong Dong!

There was a knock at the door, and immediately a Knox soldier reported, "Lord dreven, Sigrid has come to visit and is waiting for you in the lobby."

"I see. I'll be there right away," dreven replied, finishing his clothes and leaving the room.

At the entrance of the front hall of the black courtyard, four Knox blood cavalry stood still. When they saw the figure of Derek, they lowered their eyes and saluted with a sword.

Hearing the footsteps behind her, Sigrid immediately stood up from her seat, her beautiful face with respect, and her long Lavender hair spread over her shoulders.

"How's my order coming?" asked dreven, sitting on the throne, looking up at the vampire in front of him.

The crimson dress was lying on the ground. Sigrid said softly, "it has been arranged. According to the venue, I will arrange 50 to 100 emotional provokers in the front row and in the middle respectively." he glanced at dreven who was listening and continued to speak. "Don't worry, sir. These people are my loyal subordinates gathered by Limon Tanlu. There will be no problem."

This is a common practice in the arena, which is very similar to the "audience" specially prepared by the TV station.

Generally speaking, ordinary audiences will always control their inner desires in unfamiliar places with dense crowds. Even bloody battles may not be able to be provoked. At this time, small actions to awaken and open repressed desires are needed.

"In addition, according to the plan of adults, sharp weapons have been placed around the site." Sigrid stretched out her white arm, lifted her long purple hair and showed her slightly powdered face.

"I have successfully obtained special drinks from Lord gujaras, but... I have no right to enter the alchemy laboratory, and Lord singid's medicine has not been obtained yet."

Dreven half narrowed his eyes and stared at Sigrid in front of him indifferently. He knocked on the seat with his left hand: "I'll go to the alchemy laboratory myself. Just do your part."

"Has the invitation been sent out?" he continued to say when he saw Sigrid's little movement.

"Send it out, and arrange someone specially to give it to all adults." a fine cold sweat appeared on her forehead. Sigrid said calmly. There was an inexplicable look in her drooping eyes. She didn't expect that Lord delavin, who controls the prison system, had so good contacts. Except for the adults who are not in the territory for the time being, everyone else said they could join in.

Dreven nodded and suddenly said, "are you interested in becoming my deputy?"