Chapter 143

Sailing port.

As night fell, "gun Rose Hotel" was brightly lit.

This city is a real "never night city", and midnight is the beginning of life.

Extravagance pervaded the whole hotel, and obscenity pervaded all rooms.

Rows of women of all ethnic groups in exposed clothes stand in rows, with signs hanging on their waists and chest. The service is transparent and the price is clearly marked.

All kinds of men and women go in and out of rooms of different sizes, and there are suppressed, low or debauchery laughter and groans.

This is one of the largest gold selling Grottoes in Yangfan port. The top layer is a happy place, and down there is an underground casino that spends money like earth.

From the upper class nobles to merchants from distant countries, from noble knights to slave owners in remote areas, real silver covered real guns and real guns, and the charming roses exuded an intoxicating and psychedelic fragrance, which was written by a high-level alchemist in the city.

In one room, ish sat cross legged with a giant axe weighing at least 80 pounds on his right hand.

He is meditating.

All the noise outside could not disturb his mind, but was the best exercise of his spirit and will.

Mages need meditation, as do Orc swordsmen.

Killing, crazy, belligerent, heroic, bloodthirsty.

These factors flow in the blood of orcs and integrate into the soul of orcs, making orcs a brave and belligerent race all the way from ancient times.

Any qualified Orc warrior has the ability to fight tigers and leopards.

But the most powerful orcs always maintain inner peace.

Like shaman priests, like Orc sword saints.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes.

The door opened and the slender sorceress came in.

The broad mage's robe was tied with thin cloth straps, and the waist twisted like a snake, highlighting the fullness up and down.

His face was flushed, there were fine beads of sweat on his forehead, and his breathing was a little rapid. There were bruised Le marks and bright red kiss marks on his wrist and neck occasionally exposed. I don't know which room he just came out of or how many rooms he went in and out.

She looked at the orc sword saint, who was much taller than most orcs. She was as strong as an ogre, and her muscles were as strong as loose.

His eyes lingered gently, and finally stayed between the legs of the orc sword saint. Suddenly, his scarlet tongue slipped out, moistened around his flaming red lips, and his face was charming.

"Narcissa, you've gone too far! I'll tell my master what I saw!"

Ish's face was expressionless, and his hard body was weak in only one place.

He has not been interested in that aspect since he embarked on this road.

Men and women are the same.

Only absolute strength, only the way of the sword saint, is the only one in his heart.

"Tut Tut, it's rare for the teacher to let me go out and not allow me to have a good time? ISH, why do you think the teacher has so many students, but only let me start? Do you think our great time in the alchemy laboratory is wasted on those boring alchemy experiments?"

Narcissa's face showed a teasing smile: "why do you think the teacher asked me to do this? Didn't he let me come out to learn skills and unlock more postures so that I could go back and serve him well?"

Ish frowned.

He knows what the master's temperament is.

But I still don't like it.

Among the master's disciples, only Lilai, the youngest, was pure and clean. That was not because the master loved her very much, but because the blood of the goddess of winter flowed in her body and could not be profaned.

He would never have promised to take this trip if he had not wanted to avenge Catherine and her five sisters.

Even if he had followed his master to kill dragons, even if he had personally cut off the heads of many young storm dragons with the 80 pound refined gold axe, he still had a deep fear of that place.

Atonement island is by no means a good place.

It's a place where legends can't get involved, a place with a really terrible existence.

He couldn't bear to see what Narcissa had done these days.

Nobles are dirty, priests are dirty.

Mage, dirty too!

"How's it going?" Ish raised his eyes, ignored the graceful body of the female mage and looked behind her.

"Everyone is here."

The female mage turned sideways and made way.

Two people came in.

A human Ranger, with sapphire eyes as sharp as an eagle, a 6-foot-tall body, a sword around his waist and a bow on his back, is a good hand. He is disheveled, with a cold smile on his face and a knife cut face.

A male elf with emerald eyes as bright as stars, a 7-foot-tall body is stronger than a human Ranger, and his powerful muscles are only a little worse than himself, but he holds a strange walking stick in his hand, the same

Disheveled.

Ish looked at the female mage and frowned again.

These two guys have brought him hidden pressure. They are by no means simple roles.

Even the human Ranger has found an Elf Druid?

Narcissa, how did you do it?

In addition

There must be another guy, isn't there?

It's agreed to assemble a standard team. How can there be less stalkers?

It's certainly not easy for a stalker to make himself invisible!

"How do I get on board?"

Ish doesn't care how the female mage invites such three cruel characters. He only cares whether the master's task can be completed and whether Catherine can avenge them.

The pandragon family regards Yom Kippur as a forbidden area and will never allow anyone to enter or leave at will, nor will any criminal escape.

The owner's face is limited.

The letter and the box of treasure can only take the female mage and herself in. What about these three guys?

"There's nothing that a bag of gold coins can't solve. If there are, then ten bags. If ten bags can't solve... Isn't there me? A female mage, a high-level female mage, a gentle and beautiful high-level female mage, who doesn't want to taste it except you?"

The female mage smiled with an undisguised mockery in her tone: "for thousands of years, no criminals have escaped from Yom Kippur Island, but we are not criminals. We are allowed to stay on Yom Kippur island for a month. After a month, we must leave with the sea emperor, otherwise... We will never want to leave!"

Ish closed his eyes and stopped talking.

He must adjust himself.

He had a hunch:

This time, there will be unprecedented danger.

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Three days later, under the guidance of the female mage, ISH and three other guys got on the ship.

The Haihuang set sail.

It came from the indigenous island of the rainforest, through the North Island to the port of no night, and then came here.

Next, it will go to Golden Island, Fengshou Island, linsha Island, Bailong island and Mingzhu port, all the way East, and finally arrive at atonement port.

The time is just right.

Only this time, there were many more passengers on the Haihuang.

The Principality of Qiandao won a great battle and captured thousands of rainforest aborigines. These people were locked up on the "Haihuang" and transported to Yom Kippur island.

The sapphire magic image Legion has lost a lot and needs more sapphire magic images to supplement.

Jade mining is difficult, and more miners who are not afraid of death are needed.

These rainforest natives are better miners.

A dead miner.

Ish was suddenly stunned.

He saw a luxurious carriage coming in the distance.

The four Dragon horses that pulled the cart suddenly jumped up. With the blessing of magic power, they directly crossed the drop of dozens of feet, jumped onto the splint, and then drove into the invisible area.

There are some distinguished people going to atonement island.

Ish had sharp eyes and saw a blue pattern on the carriage.

An emerald magic statue.