A black shadow was moving rapidly in the sky. It was Black Dragon Oduin, who had been forced to become a temporary mount.
The most ferocious knight in history, Ferrell, was standing on the dragon's head with his arms crossed. He looked ahead. The strong wind blew at his clothes and hair, but it did not move his feet.
"There are traces of battle nearby." Ferrell suddenly looked down at the ground below.
Huge destruction could be seen everywhere on the ground. It could be seen that the person who did this had reached a very high level of power.
"This … is Fafnir's aura." Black Dragon Oduin, who had always been resentful of being ridden by Ferrell, could not care less about this shame now. There was a hint of surprise in his voice.
Ferrell said, "It's just a bit like Fafnir's aura … Fafnir is not so weak."
Black Dragon Oduin simply rolled his eyes and said in annoyance, "Old lunatic, have you been locked up by the knights? Old Fafnir died of a serious illness not long after the battle. The current golden dragon is his descendant … Unfortunately, it's a pervert. In fact, I always thought that Old Fafnir died so quickly because he was angered to death by this unfilial son. "
Ferrell was silent for a moment, then said indifferently, "How is the new golden dragon compared to you?"
Oduin snorted, "That guy inherited less than half of the golden dragon's power. You can beat him however you want!"
Ferrell said, "Old Fafnir inherited less than 20% of the golden dragon's power in the beginning, but he can still stand shoulder to shoulder with Roland … The new golden dragon has good potential."
Black Dragon Oduin frowned and said, "Old lunatic, although I don't know what you want to do, it seems like you want to pull a team out? Did you run into some big trouble? "
"They are back."
"They? Who? "The black dragon could not help but be stunned.
"That group of demons."
Black Dragon Oduin was silent at first, then his body stopped high in the sky … This surprised the Soul Witch and the granddaughter of the Sword Saint, who were chatting on the dragon's back.
After a while, Oduin slowly let out a breath and asked tentatively, "Old lunatic … So you haven't recovered from your illness?"
It was very clear what had happened when Ferrell had gone berserk. At that time, Ferrell had almost abolished the entire knight system. It was only after a few heroes had joined hands that Ferrell was able to regain his composure.
Among them was its master, Sword Saint Roland … Oduin had seen Ferrell's crazy side before, so he had no choice but to fear this crazy old man. At the same time, he also carefully accompanied him.
I can't beat her … If I can, how can I just let any random cat or dog ride on my body? If it was a second person, they would have long been burned to ashes by its dragon flames.
But after Black Dragon Auduin said that, he regretted it immensely … Ferrell's illness was the one thing he hated the most — he was even prepared to flee with Leia at any time.
Ferrell would really beat it to death if he went berserk.
Unexpectedly, what he imagined didn't happen. Farlier looked ahead with bleak eyes. After a long time, he said faintly, "I'd rather it was me who was sick … That way, I could even end my own life."
"Ferrell, you …" The black dragon opened its mouth and wanted to say something, but it couldn't say anything.
Ferrell shook his head and said calmly, "Let's change the route … Curoloa isn't in the werewolf territory. He seemed to have left not long ago … Probably in that position."
Ferrell pointed in a certain direction.
The black dragon knew that this crazy old man had superhuman senses, so it wasn't too suspicious. It just followed the direction Ferrell pointed and found that it was the road to the 13 clans' territory.
Hmm … Why did this old man Curoloa go to the 13 clans' territory?
To pick a fight with Bailegang?
"Old lunatic, please show me evidence that can make me believe it," Oduin suddenly said. Oduin suddenly said in a low voice, "Otherwise, I won't let Leia get involved in danger … This is my last promise to Roland."
He didn't say anything and just sat cross-legged on the black dragon's head, then closed his eyes.
But in fact, when they arrived at the Torido clan, they still didn't find anything.
From entering the Inhuman Territory to the castle to look for the Sword Saint, to the Magician Association to look for the Secret Steel, and then to Curoloa in the werewolf territory, it was as if fate was playing a joke on Ferrell.
No matter what, he was always one step behind.
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…
Before sunrise, the ancient city of Pompeii was as quiet as a battlefield after a fierce war — of course, it referred to the ruins of the ancient city.
With the ancient city as a development site, the homes of the aborigines living around it were still very lively — but even the people who lived nearby for generations couldn't see the true appearance of the ancient city of Pompeii.
This included the tourists who had traveled thousands of miles and even the archaeologists.
Because the ancient city was surrounded by a large enchantment specially built by the Magician Association to seal off the battlefield of the great war a hundred years ago.
Curoloa and Secret Gang arrived at dusk and opened multiple layers of enchantments — when the enchantments were completely opened, they still didn't wait for Bailegang's arrival.
"This cunning vampire is rarely late." Curoloa quickly gave his opinion.
"Torido's territory has just been attacked by the Golden Dragon, so Bailegang must have a lot of mundane affairs to deal with. Let's wait a little longer, it won't make a difference." The master of the Secret Steel Tower was quite calm.
Curoloa waved his hand and walked directly into the real battlefield. He said casually, "Iron lump, why don't we take a stroll inside first? I haven't been here for eighty years, I kind of miss it. "
He participated in the great war a hundred years ago, but he was obviously not the only one who participated. There were many excellent werewolf warriors among them, and there were even some who were better than him.
Kuroloya asked himself if he was lucky enough to survive. He wasn't the strongest werewolf, so he was able to survive. Many of his fellow werewolves were buried here, and there were even some comrades whom he had a pretty good relationship with.
The Secret Steel Tower didn't intend to stop Curoloa's movement, but instead followed silently behind.
The streets of the inner ancient city were crisscrossed and extended all the way, and a majestic castle could be clearly seen in the distance. That was the place where the Inhuman Allied Forces of Eurasia had last attacked … Like a meat grinder, it had swallowed the lives of many elite Inhumans.
Curoloa seemed to see the sword flashes a hundred years ago. He walked and stopped, holding a pen from time to time to write his mood in his handbook.
He had already smelled the scent of death, and his life would come to an end at any time. He might want to complete a work at the end.
In fact, Curoloa's wish before he died was very simple, and there were only two.
First, as a warrior, to experience a hearty battle, regardless of winning or losing.
Second, to write the last work of his life that he was most satisfied with.
"Speaking of which, why hasn't the Magician's Association repaired these destroyed streets and buildings?" Curoloa asked curiously as he turned back.
The Secret Steel Tower Master said indifferently, "Anyway, there's a barrier here, and ordinary people can't enter, so we're too lazy to repair it … Besides, ruins, ancient cities, and the like are valuable because they've been through a lot, right? If they're repaired, this part of history will be covered up. "
"Hahaha!" Curoloa patted the shoulder of his former comrade who was serious in speech and manner. "I didn't expect you to have sentimental moments … I feel like I can write an autobiography for you!"
"Thank you very much."
"We're good friends! Don't be like this! Don't refuse! " Curoloa leaned close to the Secret Steel Tower Master's ear as if he was begging … It seemed like that, but what he said was, "Secret Steel Tower, does your association still have people on duty here?"
The Secret Steel Tower Master's expression didn't change as he walked calmly with Curoloa, but he also said in a low voice, "No, the magicians are only sent here when the barrier needs maintenance … And I'm the one in charge every time."
"Oh? So, besides you and me, there are other guests here tonight... right? "
"Probably."
As they spoke, a shadow attacked, and a loud bang suddenly rang out. On the street, a sandstorm rose into the sky, and Curoloa and the Secret Steel Tower Master calmly dodged it.
They were warriors who had been through hundreds of battles, and naturally wouldn't be ambushed so easily. At this moment, they were more concerned about who was attacking them!
It should be noted that the barrier was opened by the Secret Steel Tower Master, and only the two of them had entered. Before that, theoretically speaking, there shouldn't be anyone inside the ancient city.
Curoloa and the Secret Steel Tower Master landed almost at the same time. As the dust began to disperse, a shadow slowly walked out of the dust … and slowly appeared, and then appeared in their sight.
"This is …?! Caddy? "
"Hmm?"
Both Curoloa and the Secret Steel Tower Master were shocked at the same time … They stared in disbelief at the person who walked out of the dust and suddenly ambushed them.
In front of them was a warrior who held a large shield and a greatsword, and this warrior also had very obvious orc characteristics — this was an orc warrior, and an orc warrior that both Curoloa and the Secret Steel Tower Master knew!
Caddy.
A name that had been far away from them for a hundred years, but they would never forget this name … In the coalition army a hundred years ago, the orc warrior named Caddy was like the strongest shield, always blocking the enemy's attacks for his companions.
Caddy always stood in front of everyone and never retreated. He used his shield and his body to block for his companions until the end. Even when he was exhausted, he still didn't fall.
Even when he was dead, he still stood.
"Curoloa, it's not Caddy!" The Secret Steel Tower Master frowned at this time. "Caddy's body has been taken away, so it's impossible for it to still exist … Look carefully, this is just a spirit."
Grayish-Brown skin, soulless eyes, and a body that was faintly translucent … Culoya could see everything clearly. However, the figure in his memories evoked too many memories, so much so that he was momentarily unable to extricate himself.
Curoloa took a deep breath at this time and was on high alert. Suddenly, he said, "It seems that, whether it's true that the demons have returned or not … this place is really strange."
At the same time, Curoloa's eyes quickly swept across the surroundings.
The Secret Steel Tower Master also sensed it. He flipped his palm, and a light ball for illumination rose from his palm, instantly illuminating the surroundings of the long street. Under the illumination of the sufficient light source, they suddenly broke out in a cold sweat!
Those were the figures of their comrades who had perished in the final battle, those that they could all call out by name!
They were like the dead who had returned from hell … like ghosts, emerging from different places one after another and gradually advancing!
"What the hell is this …"
Curoloa was now drenched in cold sweat. Such a strange thing made it difficult for him to keep calm at this time.
The Secret Steel Tower Master forced himself to calm down and quickly said, "Maybe someone is playing tricks here … They can't be our former comrades! Because after they died in battle, even their souls were devoured by the demons … We can't find anything at all except their corpses. "
Curoloa roared at this time and stepped on the street. Suddenly, a crack extended forward. "Which bastard is it! How dare you blaspheme the souls of these heroes here! Get out here! I will never forgive you! "
But the spirits in front of him in the form of warriors who had died a hundred years ago did not seem to hear him. Under Curoloa's roar and step, they seemed to be stimulated by something and attacked Curoloa and the Secret Steel Tower without hesitation!
The attacks of these spirits were shockingly powerful. They did not even look like spirits, but living warriors from a hundred years ago!
"Iron lump! How dare you say that you come here once a year to maintain the barrier? Tell me, where did these guys come from?! "
Faced with Curoloa's accusation, the Secret Steel Tower Master could only smile bitterly. The only thing he could do was to think about how to survive the attacks of so many spirits.
"Curoloa … If the appearance of these guys is the precursor of the demons' return …" The Secret Steel Tower Master suddenly said solemnly, "After a hundred years of recuperation, will the demons become stronger than before?"
"How would I know!" Curoloa said angrily, "I just know! Even if the demons have not become stronger and are still the same as they were a hundred years ago, we may not be able to stop them! The new generation is too weak! "
The Secret Steel Tower Master was silent for a moment before he said, "Back then … there were still many who did not fight. Other than me, there were several Tower Masters, the thirteen Grand Dukes of the clans, your Beast King … and some hidden witches, and … the Vatican. "
"F * ck! Those guys you're talking about? "Curoloa snorted coldly." Except for the Radiance Clan, I've beaten up all of them 50 years ago! Do you think I can't beat them? Don't you know what kind of quality the new generation of the [Inhuman Domain] has? "
The Secret Steel Tower Master smiled bitterly again. This was the last smile he gave Curoloa.
Because in the next second, the Secret Steel Tower Master's head was cut off by a sharp sword … right in front of Curoloa.
Without any warning.
The Secret Steel Tower Master … died.
"Iron lump —!!!!"
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