Clash of Clans Lord System

Soon, the divine ship docked. [6][9][s][h][u][x][.][c][o][m] Louis and others slowly walked off the divine ship.

Then the divine ship suddenly emitted a ball of golden light, and then turned into a palm-sized ship-shaped badge and landed on Louis' hand.

"Lord Holy Son, put it away quickly. The Divine Ship has recognized you as its master." Cyril's eyes showed a trace of piety, and he became more and more convinced that Louis was the destined man sent by the God of Light to save the Holy See of Light.

In fact, how did he know that what the Divine Ship was close to was nothing more than Louis's 100% pure magic power, which had been transformed into about 70% of the frost attribute.

At this moment, not long after Louis and others got off the boat, countless refugees suddenly poured towards them.

"Look, are they newcomers from the New World? They don't have the guidance of the temple, they are some people who are wanted by the temple!" Among the crowd, an inconspicuous figure suddenly roared, and more refugees rushed here.

They are the people who live at the bottom of the Miracle Continent. Except for a few who occasionally have strength above that of a great swordsman, the others are almost all weak. After all, most of these people don't even have enough to eat, so how can they find the energy to practice?

"Cyril, what's going on?" Louis frowned. Although these refugees were weak and pitiful, the expressions on their faces were full of ferocity and evil intentions.

"The cancer of Miracle Continent!" Looking at these people, Cyril showed a look of impatience on his face, and he slowly pulled out the long sword in his hand.

"What? You want to fight? There are so many of us, but how many of you are there? And how strong can you be with just a few of you who are not wanted by the temple?" One of them was dressed a little cleaner and his strength reached the level of a high-level great swordsman. The man squeezed out from the crowd of refugees and looked at Cyril with a playful expression.

"With such strength, you can only be a refugee in the Miracle Continent?" Louis frowned. The level of a high-level swordsman is already the top combat power in the Holy Flame Continent, but he can only be a refugee here? This is too exaggerated.

Fortunately, Cyril shook his head: "Such a person should be a wanted criminal in a certain temple. He couldn't survive in the area above the ninth level of the Holy Mountain, so he moved to the tenth level to dominate."

"Because the tenth floor of the Holy Mountain is a no-no-no-no-one zone. Except for some docks controlled by the temple, there is no one to manage other places. So these people who are powerful but wanted by the temple came here, and it seems that they have also established several refugee organizations. , specializes in robbing passers-by who are not strong enough but have to pass by here. "

"That's it." Louis nodded, and then said to everyone, "Let's go, we are in a hurry."

"Let's go? Where are you going with so many of us standing here?" In just a moment, hundreds or even thousands of refugees blocked Louis and the others. The leader looked at it with a hint of sneer. Louis: "You are their leader, right? Hand over your belongings and space ring, and we will let you go!"

"Huh? There is also a woman? Such a beautiful woman?"

"Hey, kid, listen to me. Leave these three women here to serve me, otherwise don't blame me for being rude." The leader of the refugees looked at Ruolin, Femisi and Sendi Jue Her face is so beautiful that her mouth is almost watering.

"Lord Louis, let me kill them!" Cyril had completely pulled out the long sword in his hand. At this moment, he regretted not bringing his Eastern Expedition Knights over, otherwise they would be just fine to deal with these miscellaneous fish.

"Forget it, dirty hands! Let's go directly. It's important to go to the Holy See of Light to rescue the situation first. They won't last long there." Louis didn't even look at the refugee leader. He waved his hand and communicated with his mind to the portable camp space. among.

"Leave? I want to see how you leave?" The high-level swordsman-level refugee leader looked at Louis with a mocking look, as if he had heard something funny about the school belle.

But at this moment, a sound of flapping wings suddenly came from above his head.

"What's this……"

"Flying... flying dragon?" This group of refugees was instantly frightened to the point of peeing, and they couldn't help but start to retreat. As a result, due to the overcrowding of the crowd, countless refugees fell directly to the ground, while the people behind them ignored them. Stepped on it.

For a time, many hungry refugees were trampled to death by the people behind them.

"God, forgive the sin before you." Cyril closed his eyes and prayed silently, and then his follower Louis jumped directly onto the back of the flying dragon.

Several flying dragons carried Louis quickly towards the ninth level of the Holy Mountain, the direction of the Holy City of Light.

"Do you really want to let him go? This is not your character..." On Feilong's back, Teda said to Louis' ear with a strange smile on his face.

"Get on top of that dragon, you're the only one who talks a lot." Louis grabbed Teda and threw him onto the flying dragon where Hewlett was.

At this moment, the refugee leader was trembling and soft to the ground, looking at the flying dragon in the distance, with a look of luck in his eyes. But at this time, a small, dark blue and somewhat shining light seemed to appear in front of his eyes.

"Phew!" At this moment, just when the leader of the refugees thought it was something good and reached out his hand to pinch it, the thin piece of ice suddenly flew towards the refugee's neck.

"Pfft!" Blood flowed onto the beach, and a sinful figure fell heavily to the ground.

"Lord Holy Son, ahead is the Holy City of Light."

The tireless flying dragon flew at full strength for two full days. Louis and others finally crossed the chaotic tenth area and arrived at the relatively stable ninth area.

Before the death of Pope Creju and Saint Son Anthony, the Holy See of Light was still in a relatively high position on the ninth level. Louis and others flew for nearly a day and a half, and finally felt the aura of holy light not far away in front.

"Is this the Holy City of Light? It exudes the aura of light." Louis took a deep breath. Although he was not a magician of the Holy Light system, he still felt very comfortable with this kind of warm energy.

"How should we enter? Lord Holy Son." On the outskirts of the Holy City of Light, a whole circle of soldiers surrounded the inner and outer three floors, especially the four positions facing the city gate, where a large number of soldiers were stationed. troops and super combat power.

"Don't you have any special passage? Or can I just fly over from above?" Louis glanced at Cyril.

"This... Lord Holy Son, the Miracle Continent is actually similar to the Holy Flame Continent. It's fine for you to fly at low altitude, but if you reach above the clouds... that is the territory of the Sky Monster. Our current strength may not be able to defeat the Sky Monster. It’s vulnerable,” Cyril said awkwardly.

"Same as when we were on the road before, there is no problem flying under the clouds. But the highly powerful magicians and archers under the clouds can attack." Louis frowned, and it seemed that he could only attack.