Volume 5 Rising Storm Chapter 2 The Kingdom of Mercenaries!
Volume 5: The Storm Chapter 2: The Land of Mercenaries!
"Where should we go first?" The man in black robe looked around and murmured.
At this moment, he has put on a black jumpsuit and a long hat. He is wearing it tightly. If you look at it from the front, except for his mouth and nose, nothing else can be seen clearly. His entire body is hidden in the wide black
Inside the magic robe.
"Boss, why don't we go to a big city to play?" The little insect with seven-colored light floated to the side and waved its fat body excitedly.
"Idiot, you haven't even figured out the first stop now. Where are you going?" The jade pendant with black and white light also appeared at this moment, with white light flashing in it, and then an ethereal voice retorted.
"Damn, old cultivator, don't rely on your ability to levitate to be great. Let me tell you, my old naughty boy is not a vegetarian either." The black light on the jade pendant suddenly became brighter, and a burst of noisy voices rang out.
"You guys are really noisy, please go in quietly! I want to wander nearby first and feel the current situation of the Gods and Demons Continent." Chu Mo, the man in black robe, finally spoke, he opened his mouth and spoke softly.
Although his voice was gentle, in this relaxed tone, there was an irresistible power that filled the world.
I have to say that his voice was indeed very shocking. The colorful little insect made a Z-shaped posture, looking very helpless, and jumped into Chu Mo's waist with a 'swish' sound. After a while, the seven-colored light completely disappeared, as if
It has not appeared in general.
The light of the black and white jade pendant gradually dimmed, and it seemed to be carrying some memories before returning to Chu Mo's arms.
Everything here has become very quiet, except for the occasional chirping of insects.
Chu Mo seemed to have become one with nature.
He slowly took a step forward. After this step, the other person was already five feet away.
This... what kind of light gong is this?
Is it Wudang's Tiyun Zong or the Light Body Technique?
Why did he travel so far in one step?
I am afraid that if there are cultivators here, they will be surprised and shout: "Shrink the ground to an inch?"
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The town of Uhtred.
This is the small town of Uhtred located in the southern part of the Gods and Demons Continent.
The geographical location of the town of Uhtred is very unique. It does not belong to the Alliance to the west, nor does it belong to the Gran Empire in the middle, which occupies a large area of land. As for the Iron Blood Kingdom, it is located in the northeast and has nothing to do with it.
Come together.
So in this way, the town of Uhtred is very interesting.
It is one of the few "Three Kingdoms" zones in the Three Kingdoms.
(As for the other no-care zones, they are Uhtred Town, Talford Town, Ignatius Town and the largest independent city, Black Mountain City.)
There are three small towns and an independent city here, and it is also known as a paradise for mercenaries who advocate freedom.
Mercenaries are used to living here, and the laws here are made by the mercenaries themselves.
The paradise of mercenaries is the only town on the continent of gods and demons where humans live without any national protection.
The ‘Mercenary’s Paradise’ is also fondly called the ‘Mercenary Country’.
Indeed, here, the mercenaries take care of all the systems themselves, and they are the real masters.
The environment here in the mercenary country is very unique. It is close to the sea and surrounded by primitive forests. In such a good natural environment, mercenaries can enter the primitive forests to encircle and suppress the monsters. You must know that the monsters are covered with blood all over their bodies.
Baby!
The heads, fur, claws, teeth, and even blood and internal organs of monsters are very valuable, but the most valuable thing is the magic core and magic crystal in the body, which are the main materials of magic props.
If you want a high-level magic weapon, then it is very simple. You must have at least five to six levels of Warcraft magic core and magic crystal. Only in this way can you have a slight chance of creating a magic weapon after it is created by a great alchemist.
Use advanced magic power.
It is conceivable that if you have a high-level magic wand and walk on the land of gods and demons, who would dare to bully you?
Isn’t that just walking sideways?
In fact, most magicians think this way, but after all, they are too naive and do not look at the matter at a deeper level.
Think about it!
If a magician possesses a high-level magic wand and he walks alone on the continent, I bet that he is not walking sideways on the continent of gods and demons, but is being hunted every day and living a life worse than a dog.
day.
In this barbaric continent of gods and demons, your own strength is completely insufficient. No matter how strong you are alone, if a large group of others rush over, your forbidden spell can destroy thousands of people? Tens of thousands? Or hundreds of thousands?
people?
If a smarter assassin or thief used traps and poison, could a weak magician survive in a dangerous continent of gods and demons?
Even Chu Mo, the black magic devil, wasn't he 'annihilated' in the end?
"Cough...cough..." After coughing twice and exhaling the smell of lime wine, an old mercenary leaned on his seat.
"Old Mike, what do you mean, on the mainland, your own strength alone is not enough?" A young mercenary asked in a rough voice, his cheeks flushed.
"Of course, think about the 'black-haired devil' three years ago! Who do you think is better than him in the mainland today? His water forbidden spell can be cast easily! He will die by his hand.
There are so many magicians and swordsmen... They are really countless! It's just a pity... What a pity..." The old mercenary Mike, obviously a little drunk, shook his wrinkled head, and followed his words
As he spoke, liquid splashed everywhere, whether it was tears or saliva.
"Old Mike, is that 'black-haired devil' really as powerful as you said?" The young mercenary obviously didn't believe it, and he asked doubtfully.
"Of course, he is even more powerful than I said... Did you know? When he fought against the 'Eros Square', that battle was really..." Old Mike continued to spray a large amount of liquid and said drunkenly.
His old face was full of wrinkles, but when he talked about the black-haired devil, his cheeks were very rosy, as if he had been refreshed for decades.
'Creak...' The dilapidated tavern door rang, and a man in black magic robe pushed the door open. Old Mike who was talking was still talking drunkenly, and the other mercenaries in the tavern were still drinking.
, bragging, not even taking a glance at this uninvited guest.
But the young mercenary who listened to Old Mike's words glanced at the visitor, and this look left him stunned.
He found that the man in black robe did not seem to have moved.
Because his hands and feet were wrapped in a wide black magic robe, and there was no sign of shaking on the robe, it meant that he did not reach out to push the door open.
He didn't push the door, how did it open?
The young mercenary did not speak, his eyes were staring straightly at the man in black robes outside the door.
"Hey... I said boy, what do you mean? Do you doubt what Old Mike said?" Old Mike had just reached the exciting part, but he didn't notice the cheers of the young mercenary. He was a little strange, and turned around, only to find that this boy was actually speaking directly.
Looking at the door in shock, he gasped and asked angrily.
"No... no... oh..." The young mercenary felt his body was a little cold. He felt that the temperature around him was dropping, his teeth were chattering, and his words were incoherent...
"Why are you so scared? Have you met the devil? Haha... The most powerful 'black-haired devil' in the Gods and Demons Continent is dead. There are no devils here anymore, haha..." Old Mike laughed, laughed
His mouth exposed his withered yellow teeth.
The man in black robes outside the door glanced around. He didn't move his feet, but he appeared at the bar of the tavern in an instant.
Only two people saw this action. One was Old Mike who was laughing. His eyes were wide open and his mouth was still open, but his expression was as if he had eaten a cockroach alive; the other person was
It's a young mercenary. He has been frozen there, unable to move...