Trafford’s Trading Club

A little shadow above the sky is moving fast, and it is the black dragon O'Dune that was forced into temporary riding.

Farrell, the fiercest knight of all time, stood right on the dragon's head, hugging his chest, staring ahead, and a huge airflow blew his clothes and hair, unable to blow his footsteps.

“There are signs of combat in the vicinity.” Farrell suddenly looked down on the earth.

On the earth, huge destruction can be seen everywhere, and the strikers themselves have reached a fairly high level of power.

“This… is the breath of Favna.” There was a slight surprise at the fact that the blackdragon O'Dune, who had always been quite angry at being ridden by Farrell, could not bear this indignation.

Farrell said, "It's just a little like Favna… Favna isn't that weak. ”

Black Dragon O'Duinson flipped his eyes and didn't have a good airway: “Old lunatic, are you foolish to be locked up by the knighthood? Old Favna died of illness shortly after the Great War, and now Golden Dragon is his descendant... unfortunately, he is only a pervert. In fact, I have always felt that Old Favna died so quickly, a large part of the reason being angered by this rebel. ”

Farrell was just silent for a moment, and he said softly, "What is the strength of the new generation of dragons? ”

O'Dunn hummed: “The guy inherited less than half of the power of the Golden Dragon. Abuse! ”

Farrell said, "Old Favna inherited less than 20% of the power of the Golden Dragon at first, and could compete with Roland... the potential of the new Golden Dragon is good. ”

Black Dragon O'Duane frowned: “Old lunatic, although not sure what you really want to do, looks like you want to pull a team out? Are you in any big trouble? ”

“They're back. ”

“They? Who?” The Black Dragon was stunned.

“The demons. ”

Black Dragon Oduin was silent first, then his body stopped at high altitude... which made it amazing what kind of spirit witch he was talking about on the back of the dragon as well as Leah, the granddaughter of Sword Saint.

After a while, O'Duane took a slow breath and asked in a tentative manner: "Old madman... is your illness not well yet? ”

It knows perfectly well what happened when Farrell went mad - when Farrell went mad and almost abolished the entire cavalry, followed by several original heroes joining forces to calm Farrell down.

And that includes its owner, Lord Saint Laurent of the Sword... O'Duane has also seen Farrell freak out, which is why he had to fear the old maniac by three points, while also being careful to accompany him.

I can't fight... If I can fight, how can a cat and dog ride on themselves? The second one had already been burned to waste by its sigh of dragon flame.

But after Black Dragon O'Dunn had said that, he regretted it… Farrell's illness was almost the most taboo thing he had ever said - it was even ready to take Leia anytime with it.

Freaking Farrell, he's really going to kill it...

Unexpectedly, nothing happened, only Farrell looked ahead at this moment and looked at Shawther, and it took him a long time to ghost: “I would rather, indeed, I was ill… so that I could even end my own life. ”

“Farrell, you...” Black Dragon opened his mouth and tried to say something, but couldn't say anything.

Farrell shook his head at the moment and said softly: "Go the other way… Kulololoa is not in the werewolf's collar, he seems to have left not long ago… probably in that position. ”

Farrell reached out and pointed in a direction.

Black Dragon knew that the sentimental abilities of this old lunatic belonged to the Superman level, so he didn't have too much doubt, just following Farrell's direction, but found it to be the road to the Thirteen clans' territory.

Hmm... Kuloloa, this fast old guy, what are you doing in the Thirteen clans?

Did you get into a fight with Bailergan?

“Old lunatic, please give me proof to believe.” O'Dunn suddenly whispered: “Otherwise, I wouldn't have put Leah in danger… this is my final commitment to Roland. ”

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

But in fact —— when this line arrived in the Torrido clan, it was still empty.

From entering the [inhuman realm] to the ancient castle looking for Kensei, to the Association of Magicians looking for secret steel, and then Kulolololoa, the werewolf leader, as if fate were joking about Farrell.

He's always a step behind anyway.

……

……

Until sunrise, the ancient city of Pompeii was quiet like a battlefield just after a devastating war - referring, of course, to the ruins of a pure ancient city.

Using the ancient city as a development point, the homes of the native inhabitants around it are still lively - but even those who have lived nearby for generations cannot really see the true face of the ancient city of Pompeii.

Including thousands of miles of travelers, even archaeologists.

Because around the ancient city, there was a large junction created by the Association of Magicians - to seal off the battlefield of the Great War a hundred years ago.

Kulolololoa and the mystery just arrived at dusk, and layered multiple boundaries - when the boundaries were fully opened, they still did not wait for the arrival of Bailegan.

“This cunning vampire is rarely late.” Kulolololoa soon gave his point of view.

“[Torrito] 's territory has just been attacked by the Golden Dragon. He wants to come to Bailhang to deal with a lot of customary business, wait a little longer, it's not that bad.” The master of the secret steel tower is quite calm.

Kulolololoa waved directly into the real battlefield and said casually: "Goose, why don't we go inside for a couple of laps first! Haven't been to this place in 80 years, and I've missed it a bit. ”

He was involved in the Great War a hundred years ago - but obviously he was not the only participant, but many, many of the best warriors among the werewolves - even better than him.

Kulolololoa asked herself that she was lucky to stay, not the strongest of the werewolves, so she could survive - buried a lot of his hands-on compatriots, and even some pretty good comrades.

Secret steel had no intention of stopping Kulololoa's actions, but had followed them silently.

The streets of the inner ancient city are staggered and stretching, with a clear view of a magnificent castle in the distance - that was where the inhuman allies on the continent attacked last… like a meat grinder, devouring the lives of not many elite inhumans.

Kulolololoa looked as if she had seen a centuries-old sword, walking and stopping, shaking a pen from time to time and writing her feelings on a hand tag.

He had already smelled death, his life would come to an end at any moment, and he might want to finish a piece.

In fact, Kulolololoa's wish before he died was simple, only two.

First, as a warrior, go through a smooth battle, whether you win or lose.

Secondly, write the last piece of your life.

“Speaking of which, why hasn't the Society of Magicians been repairing these damaged streets and buildings?” Kulolololoa turned back curiously and asked.

The owner of the secret steel tower calmly said: “Anyway, there are boundaries here, ordinary people can't come in, so they are too lazy to repair it... Besides, the ruins, the ancient city, etc. don't they make it seem valuable because it's already so muddy? Once repaired, the history was covered up. ”

“Ha-ha-ha!” Kulololoa shot the shoulder of this grinning old comrade, "I didn't know you had feelings... I felt like I could write you an autobiography! ”

“Thank you.”

“A good friend! Oh, come on! You have to refuse!” Kulolololoa leaned against the ear of the owner of the secret steel tower, like a plea... like this, but he said: "Secret steel, is there anyone else in your association on duty here? ”

The main colour of the secret steel tower remained unchanged, walking with Kulololoa and whispering: “No, magicians are sent here only when the junction needs to be maintained... and I preside over every time. ”

“Oh? So there are other guests here tonight besides you and me... right? ”

“Probably. ”

In the talking room, the shadow came and a loud noise broke out - a sand blast broke out in the street, only to see Kulolololoa and the master of the secret steel tower fleeing.

They are all hundreds of warriors, and naturally they will not be easily attacked and succeeded - at a time when they are more concerned about who is fighting them in this opponent!

You know, the junction was only opened by secret steel, and only the two of them came in, until then, it was theoretically wrong for anyone else in the city to exist.

Kulolololoa landed almost at the same time as the master of the secret steel tower, only to see the dust begin to disperse, a shadow slowly moving from the dust… slowly appearing and then appearing in their sight.

“What is this?! Cady?”

“Hmm?”

Kulolololoa and the master of the secret steel tower simultaneously showed a shocking glimpse at this moment... his gaze incredibly stared at the guy who walked out of the sand and suddenly attacked them both.

They are looking at a warrior with a large shield and a giant sword, and this warrior also has the distinctive character of an Orc - an Orc warrior and an Orc warrior known to both Culloa and the owner of the secret steel tower!

Cady.

A name that has been far away from them for hundreds of years - but they will never forget it… 100 years ago, an Orc warrior named Cady, like the sturdiest shield, has been defending his peers against attacks from the enemy.

Cady always stood in front of the crowd, and it never retreated, and it used its shield, its body, to withstand for its peers until the end, even when it was exhausted, it never fell.

Even if it's dead, it still stands.

“Kulololoa, it's not Cady!” Secret Steel frowned at this moment, "Cady's original body had been removed, so it couldn't still exist... look carefully, it's just a spirit. ”

The dusty brown skin, the atheistic eyes, and even a hint of a vague and transparent body... Kulolololoa could see clearly and carefully, just the shadow of this memory, which really stirred up so many memories that she couldn't pull herself out for a while.

Kulolololoa took a deep breath at this time and was cautious, suddenly saying: "It seems odd whether or not Bailgang said that the demons had returned to the truth… this place. ”

At the same time, Kulolololoa glanced at the surrounding area.

The owner of the secret steel tower also noticed, his palms flipped open, a lighting ball lifted itself up, instantly illuminating the surroundings of Long Street - under the illumination of plenty of light, they were suddenly in a cold sweat!

That's a way to go… those who can all cry out their names, the ones who died in the final battlefield!

They are like the dead returning from hell… like ghosts, coming out of different places, one after the other, gradually marching!

“What the hell is...”

Kulolololoa was sweating so hard at this moment that something so weird made it difficult for him to remain calm at this moment.

The master of the secret steel tower calmed down himself and flew fast: “Perhaps who did this to us... they can't be our former comrades! Because when they died in battle, even their souls were devoured by demons... and we couldn't find anything but their bodies. ”

Kulolololoa roared and stepped onto the street, suddenly spreading a crack forward, "That son of a bitch! To blaspheme these heroes here! I'll never forgive you! ”

But the spirits that appeared in the figure of the warriors who died hundreds of years ago, as if they could not be heard - under the roar and trampling of Kulololololoa, as if they were inspired by something, attacked Kulololoa and Mysterious Steel without hesitation!

These attacks of the Spirit are incredibly powerful - not even like the Spirit, but a warrior who lived a hundred years ago!

“Goose bumps! How dare you say you come here once a year for boundary maintenance? You tell me where the hell these guys came from? ”

Faced with the question of Kulolololoa at this time, the Master of the Society's secret steel tower, apart from laughing with bitterness, is the only thing that can be done to allow himself to live safely under the attack of this multitude of spirits.

“Kulololoa... if the presence of these guys is a precursor to the return of those demons..." The master of the secret steel tower said suddenly and solemnly: "After a hundred years of rest, will those demons become stronger than ever? ”

“How do I know!” Kulolololoa is angry right now, “I just know! Even if those demons hadn't gotten stronger, as they did a hundred years ago, we wouldn't necessarily be able to stop them! The new generation is too weak! ”

The master of the secret steel tower was silent for a moment and said: “At that time… there were still many who did not fight. Besides me, a few towering lords, the thirteenth Duke of the clan, your Beast King... and some secret witches, as well as the Holy See. ”

“Shit, those assholes you're talking about?” Kulolololoa snorted coldly, "apart from the glory, who hasn't been beaten 50 years ago! You said I couldn't beat you up! What qualities do you have in mind for the new generation of the present [non-human domain]? ”

The master of the secret steel tower once again smiled bitterly - this was the last smile he gave to Culloa.

Because in the next second, the head of the master of the secret steel tower is cut off by a sword… right in front of Cullorroa.

No sign.

Secret steel... dead.

“Goose -!!!! ”