Trafford’s Trading Club

A dark shadow was moving rapidly above the sky. It was the black dragon Alduin who was forced to become a temporary mount.

Farrell, the most ferocious knight in history, was standing on top of the dragon's head, crossing his chest and staring ahead. The huge air flow blew his clothes and hair, unable to move his footsteps.

"There are traces of fighting around here." Farrell suddenly looked down at the ground below.

Huge destruction can be seen everywhere on the earth, and it can be seen that the guy who took action has reached a very high level of strength.

"This...is the breath of Fafnir." The black dragon Alduin, who had always been resentful of being ridden by Farrell, could not ignore the shame and anger at this time, and his voice was slightly surprised.

Farrell said: "It's just a bit like Fafnir's aura... Fafnir is not that weak."

The black dragon Alduin simply rolled his eyes and said angrily: "Old madman, were you imprisoned by the Knight Agency? Old Fafnir died of serious illness not long after the war. He is the current golden dragon. His descendant... it's a pity that he is a pervert. In fact, I have always felt that old Fafnir died so quickly, in large part because he was so angry with this traitor."

Farrell was silent for a moment, and then said calmly: "How is the new generation of golden dragon stronger than you?"

Alduin snorted: "That guy inherited less than half of the golden dragon's power, so he can abuse it as he pleases!"

Farrell said: "Old Fafnir inherited less than 20% of the power of the golden dragon at the beginning. He can still be on par with Roland... The new golden dragon has good potential."

The black dragon Alduin frowned and said: "Old madman, although I don't know exactly what you want to do, but judging from your appearance, it seems that you want to pull a team out? Have you encountered any big trouble?"

"They are back."

"Them? Who are they?" Black Dragon couldn't help but be stunned.

"Those demons."

The black dragon Alduin was silent at first, and then his body stopped high in the sky... This surprised both the psychic witch and the swordmaster's granddaughter Leia who were chatting on the dragon's back behind.

After a while, Alduin slowly breathed a sigh of relief and asked tentatively: "Old madman...it turns out that your illness is not cured yet?"

It knew very well what happened when Farrell went crazy. Farrell went crazy and almost abolished the entire knight organization. It took several of the original heroes to join forces to bring Farrell back to calm.

Among them was its owner, Lord Sword Master Roland... Alduin had also seen Farrell's crazy side, so he had to be afraid of this old madman, and at the same time, he accompanied him cautiously.

I can't beat him... If he could beat him, how could he have any cat or dog riding on him? If it were the second one, it would have been burned to ashes by its dragon flames.

But after the black dragon Alduin said these words, he regretted it extremely... Farrell's illness was almost the thing he was most taboo about others mentioning. He was even ready to take Leia to escape at any time.

Farrell, when he gets mad, will really beat it to death...

Unexpectedly, what he imagined did not happen. Farrell was seen staring ahead with bleak eyes. After a long time, he said quietly: "I would rather, it is really me who is sick... In this way, I can even end myself." s life."

"Farrell, you..." Black Dragon opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but unable to say anything.

Farrell shook his head at this time and said calmly: "Change the route... Chloroa is not in the werewolf territory. He seems to have left not long ago... probably at that location."

Farrell stretched out his hand and pointed in a certain direction.

The black dragon knew that the old madman's sensory ability was at the superhuman level, so he didn't have too much doubt. He just followed the direction indicated by Farrell, only to find that it was the road leading to the territory of the Thirteen Clan.

Hmm... What is this old guy like Kuroroa doing in the territory of the Thirteen Clan?

Are you looking for a fight with Balegang?

"Old madman, please provide me with evidence that makes me believe it." Alduin suddenly whispered: "Otherwise, I will not let Leia be involved in danger... This is my last promise to Roland. "

He didn't speak, just sat cross-legged on the black dragon's head, and then closed his eyes.

But in fact, when this group arrived at the [Toridor] clan, they still missed.

From entering the [Inhuman Realm] to the castle to find the Sword Master, to the Magicians Association looking for Secret Steel, and then to Kuroroa from the Werewolf Territory, it seemed that fate was playing a trick on Farrell.

No matter what, he is always a step slow.

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Before sunrise, the ancient city of Pompeii was as quiet as a battlefield after a tragic war. Of course, it refers to the ruins of an authentic ancient city.

With the ancient city as a development site, the homes of the aborigines living around it are still very lively. But even people who have lived nearby for generations cannot actually get a glimpse of the true appearance of Pompeii.

This includes travelers who have come from thousands of miles away, and even archaeologists.

Because around the ancient city, there is a large barrier specially built by the Magicians Association to seal off the battlefield of the war a hundred years ago.

Chrolloya and Mi Gang arrived at dusk, and opened multiple barriers layer by layer. After the barriers were completely opened, they still did not wait for the arrival of Bailegang.

"This cunning vampire is rarely late." Chrolloa quickly gave his opinion.

"The territory of [Toridor] has just been attacked by the golden dragon. I think there are a lot of mundane things to deal with when I come to Balegang. Let's wait a little longer. It won't be short of this time." The master of the Secret Steel Tower was quite calm.

However, Chloroya waved his hand and walked directly into the real battlefield, and said casually: "Tie Giaoda, why don't we take a walk inside first! I haven't been to this place for eighty years, and I feel a little nostalgic. "

He participated in the war a hundred years ago, but it was obvious that he was not the only participant, but many, many of them were outstanding werewolf warriors and even better than him.

Chrolloya asked himself, he was just the lucky one to stay, not the strongest among the werewolves, so he was able to survive and buried many of his former brothers and sisters, and even some comrades with whom he had a good relationship.

Misteel had no intention of stopping Chloroa's actions, but followed silently.

The streets of the inner ancient city are criss-crossed and extend continuously. A towering castle can be clearly seen in the distance. This was the place where the inhuman coalition forces on the European continent last attacked... It was like a meat grinder, swallowing up countless people. Elites are inhumane lives.

Chloroa seemed to see the lights and shadows of swords from a hundred years ago. He stopped and walked around, holding a pen from time to time to write down his feelings in the note.

He has smelled the smell of death, and his life will come to an end at any time. He may want to complete a work at the end.

In fact, Chrolloa's wishes before his death were very simple, there were only two wishes.

First, experience a hearty battle as a warrior, regardless of winning or losing.

Second, write the most satisfying last work of your life.

"Speaking of which, why hasn't your Magician Association repaired these damaged streets and buildings?" Kuroroa turned around and asked curiously.

The Master of the Secret Steel Tower said calmly: "Anyway, there is a barrier here, and ordinary people can't get in, so I don't bother to repair it... Besides, ruins, ancient cities, etc., aren't they valuable because of their original vicissitudes? Repaired , this history has been covered up.”

"Hahaha!" Chloroya patted the shoulder of this unsmiling former comrade, "I didn't expect you to be emotional at times... I feel like I can write an autobiographical play for you!"

“Thank you for your kindness”

"Good friends! Don't be like this! Don't refuse!" Chrolloya leaned into the ear of the Secret Steel Tower Master, as if pleading... It looked like this, but what he said was: "Secret Steel, are there still people from your association on duty here?"

The Master of the Secret Steel Tower's expression remained unchanged, and he walked calmly with Chrolloya, but he also whispered: "No, the magician will only be sent here when the barrier needs maintenance... And, every time. I hosted it.”

"Oh? So, besides you and me, there are other guests here tonight...right?"

"perhaps."

As he spoke, a black shadow struck, a loud noise appeared on the street, and a sandblast shot up into the sky. Chrolloya and the Mystic Steel Tower Master were seen calmly dodging away.

They are all experienced warriors, so naturally they will not be easily attacked by a sneak attack. At this time, they are more concerned about who is attacking them here!

You must know that the barrier was opened only by Secret Steel, and only the two of them came in. Before this, in theory, no one should exist inside the ancient city.

Chrolloya and the Master of the Secret Steel Tower landed almost at the same time. The sand and dust began to disperse, and a shadow slowly moved from the sand... slowly appeared, and then appeared in their sight.

"Is this?! Cady?"

"Um?"

Chrolloya and the Mystic Steel Tower Master both had shocked expressions on their faces at the moment... staring in disbelief at the guy who came out of the sand and suddenly attacked them both.

What they saw in front of them was a warrior holding a large shield and a giant sword, and this warrior also had very distinctive features of an orc. He was an orc warrior, and he was also an orc warrior known to both Chloroya and the Master of the Mystic Steel Tower. !

Cady.

A name that has been far away from them for a full hundred years, but they ask themselves that they will never forget this name... Among the coalition forces a hundred years ago, the orc warrior named Kaidi was like the strongest shield, always resisting his companions. with attacks from enemies.

Kaidi always stands in front of everyone. It never retreats. It uses its shield and its body to resist its companions until the end. Even if it is exhausted, it still does not fall.

Even though it is dead, it is still standing.

"Chloroa, it's not Kaidi!" Misteel frowned at this moment, "Kaidi's body has been taken away, so it's impossible for it to still exist... See more clearly, this is just a spirit body."

The gray-brown skin, the dull eyes, and even the vaguely transparent body... Chloroya could see clearly and carefully, but this figure in his memory really brought back so many memories for him that he couldn't stand it at all. Time cannot help itself.

Chrolloya took a deep breath at this time, focused on alert, and suddenly said: "It seems that regardless of whether Balegang's statement that the demons have returned is true or not...there is indeed something weird about this place."

As he spoke, Chrolloa's eyes quickly glanced around.

The master of the Secret Steel Tower also noticed something. He opened his palm and a light ball for lighting rose up from his palm, instantly illuminating the surroundings of the long street. Under the sufficient light source, they suddenly broke into a cold sweat!

Those were figures one after another...the figures they could all call out, the figures of their comrades who died on this final battlefield!

They are like the dead who have returned from hell...like ghosts, emerging one after another from different places and slowly moving in!

"What on earth is this..."

Chrolloya was sweating now. Such a strange thing made it difficult for him to remain calm at this moment.

The Master of the Secret Steel Tower forced himself to calm down and said quickly: "Maybe who is causing trouble here... They can't be our former comrades! Because after they died in the battle, even their souls were devoured by demons... Except We couldn't find anything about their bodies."

Chloroya roared angrily and stepped on the street. Suddenly a crack extended forward, "Who is that bastard! He actually desecrated the undead of these heroes here! Get out! I will never forgive you. !”

But in front of them, these spirit bodies that appeared in the form of warriors who died in battle a hundred years ago seemed to be inaudible under Kuroroa's roar and steps. Instead, they seemed to be stimulated by something, and they moved toward them without hesitation. Chrolloa and Secret Steel launched an attack!

The attacks of these spiritual beings are so powerful that they don't even look like spiritual beings at all, but living warriors from a hundred years ago!

"Iron! Do you dare to say that you come here once a year for barrier maintenance? Tell me where on earth do these guys come from?!"

Facing Chloroya's accusation at this time, the only thing the Association's Secret Steel Tower Master could do besides giving a wry smile was to figure out how to survive safely under the attack of this large number of spiritual bodies.

"Chloroa...if the appearance of these guys is a precursor to the return of those demons..." The master of the Secret Steel Tower suddenly said solemnly at this time: "After a hundred years of recuperation, those demons will become Are you more powerful than before?"

"How do I know!" Chrolloya said angrily at this moment, "I just know! Even if those demons have not become stronger, they are still the same as a hundred years ago, and we may not be able to stop them! The new generation is too weak!"

The Master of the Secret Steel Tower was silent for a moment, and then said: "Back then... there were still many who did not go to war. Besides me, there were several Tower Masters, the Thirteenth Grand Duke of the clan, your Beast King... and some secret witches. There is…the Holy See.”

"Fuck! Those guys you're talking about?" Chloroya snorted coldly, "Except for Hui Yao, there's no one that labor and management didn't beat fifty years ago! Do you think I can't beat them! In the current [Inhuman Realm] What are the qualities of the new generation that you have no idea about?"

The secret steel tower master smiled bitterly again. This was the last smile he gave to Chrolloa.

Because in the next second, the head of the secret steel tower master was cut off by a sharp sword... right in front of Chrolloa.

No warning.

Secretsteel...death.

"Iron lump!!!"