"This is not Peter, the leader of the windmills. Let's? I didn't expect to meet you here. ”

The man in a pure black suit, a black gentleman's hat with a white ribbon, and a civilized stick under his arm showed an unpretentious look of surprise on his face, and reached out to shake hands.

If it weren't for the fact that his figure had been blessed to a certain extent, this dress alone would make people think that he was an old gentleman or even an old nobleman in the upper class.

But Peter. Jean didn't let up in the shredd, in fact the guard behind him had reached into his clothes and grasped the iron handle of the magic dagger.

"Put away your little tricks, Howard, I don't have the confidence that I can survive after shaking hands with you, the current boss of Heihe."

He sarcastically said without hesitation.

Although the other party looks innocent, whether it is Peter. Let the guard behind him know that the other party is not only a hidden magic swordsman, but his personality is also elusive, let alone shaking hands with him, maybe he can have a way to kill himself if he gets a little closer.

"It's a pity, but I admire you for being in your early twenties and being able to keep the windmills in order." Howard withdrew his hand, and the expression of regret on his face didn't know if it was from the heart or just superb acting: "I thought that after the death of old Wiseley, Morag would be in the bag of our Heihe, but I didn't expect that there would be such a talented genius as you as a dark chess piece." ”

Wiseley. Jean was the previous leader of the windmills, and he was in power during his reign. It completely subverted the gap between the original windmill and Heihe, and forcibly increased the potential power of the windmill several times. If it weren't for Howard's assassination of the previous Heihe boss later, and he fought with him for decades with his talent, I'm afraid Heihe would have ceased to exist a long time ago.

But as soon as Wiseley died, the windmill plummeted, and at least half of its territory was swallowed up by the Black River. The last is to suddenly kill Peter, who claims to be the illegitimate son of Wiseley. Let the windmill be unified and begin to wrestle with Howard. Although the windmill is still a disadvantage at the moment, it is at least much better than some time ago - and this is when there are many old people in the windmill who are dissatisfied with Peter and keep dragging their feet!

"Windmills are not submerged by the Black River. And it looks like the blackness in the Morag River is about to fade......"

said. Peter looked at the huge hanging city on the Moss Lasi River, which was constantly exuding a great sense of presence around him.

"If the two of you communicate enough."

Without waiting for Howard to say anything else, a somewhat slightly cold voice interjected into their conversation.

Both Morag's bosses turned their heads and looked at the figure that appeared at some point.

It was a translucent figure with the shape of a girl, and at this time, the girl's pearl-colored face had a little impatient look: "Then I'm going to take you there." ”

Phantom?!

Both of them (actually three of them) saw in each other's gazes no less than their own.

As the leader of two of the largest forces of the Morag Aborigines. Naturally, it is impossible for them to go to such a place to meet and chat without having enough to eat. In fact. Call them to the Mohs Lasi River. It was the messenger sent by Sivi.

Could it be that the hero who defeated the giant monster and purified the entire Morrag was actually a necromancer?

They immediately habitually played Xiao Jiujiu in their hearts: if they tell the Qiyao Mage Tower or the Pure White Church......

But they soon put this unrealistic idea aside.

Regardless of whether the Mage Guild and the Pure White Church will fall out with a seemingly powerful mage because of their small place. The strength of the other party alone already made them jealous - especially the necromancer who was good at cursing, and the ultra-long-range curse to kill a few ordinary people was as simple as eating for those who were not human or ghost.

Seeing that the two of them stopped arguing, Fitt didn't stop for long, and waved lightly, and the two of them felt that their bodies were in vain, like balloons floating up to the sky, leaving only Peter. Jean's guard.

Although the two have been intrigued for many years, it is the first time they have encountered something as fantastical as this - Morag has no magician, and the only chance they can disarm their magic is the magic items they have every time the Foot Merchant comes to Morag to sell their goods.

They looked with some excitement and some trepidation at the black rings of clouds around them and the arcs of electricity that danced between them—they had no doubt that those arcs could easily turn themselves into a piece of coke.

After passing through the outer ring of clouds, and feeling as if they had broken through a thin layer of bubbles, their eyes suddenly opened up.

A magnificent palace towers above the sky, and this up-close view is more awe-inspiring than a distant view.

"It's incredible!" "It's like a masterpiece of the gods!"

The two people who were attracted by this extraordinary view were amazed in unison.

Even the top figures of Morag, who had never had the opportunity to leave this pothole city in their lives, naturally could not have seen a more magnificent and majestic building than this palace.

Fett gave them a faint look, and then continued to lead them as they began to approach the huge palace.

At this moment, the green eyes with golden vertical pupils on the top spire of the palace suddenly moved their gaze towards them, and this small action naturally scared the two ordinary people in high positions enough.

Fortunately, the eye soon looked away, and when they calmed down, they found that they had inadvertently broken out in a cold sweat.

Soon, Fett took them to the door of the main palace.

The palace gate was more than thirty meters high, and no matter how you looked at it, it was made of pure metal, and the cold light glittered at the same time, and one couldn't help but be in awe of its weight - at least this kind of tonnage iron door could not be opened by the combined efforts of Peter and Howard.

Fett didn't plan to try whether the power of his mage's hand could push open the iron door, but he knocked on the stone statue of the cyclops on the right side of the door, and the statue stood up on its own, the iron chains on its body clanged, and he didn't even look at the two Morag bosses who were already sluggish, and walked towards the iron door with the momentum of the earth shaking, and then easily pushed the two doors open a gap large enough for a dozen or so people to enter.

Peter. Jean involuntarily swallowed his spit and took a large amount of the cyclops.

I don't know the level of the crusade, but I have to be twenty outside the level anyway...... I wonder if the armed forces of their windmills will be able to defeat this monster if they rush up.

Of course, the situation is not very optimistic.

Howard set his sights on another statue - it was a full-grown dragon.

Thanks to Maud, the god of cunning, at least this thing isn't real.

Howard had just muttered in his mind when he felt like the stone dragon was looking at him, making his scalp tingle.

Forget it, don't think about this weird situation.

Not daring to stop longer, the two of them quickly followed Fett, who was floating in front of them, and the ghost girl didn't seem to have any intention of waiting for them, but just led the way on her own. Fortunately, her ghostly physique with divine magic makes her always emit a faint white light, which is very easy to distinguish in the slightly dimly lit palace.

There were a lot of crystal chandeliers inside the palace, but they didn't turn on for some reason, but Peter and Howard didn't get bored along the way.

Just from the doorway to the staircase, they had already seen four groups of creatures of very different races.

And the internal space in the palace, which is changing all the time, makes them feel a little big.

Peter, who had studied assassination for a little, couldn't even grasp the stairs he was taking, and the damn stairs would fly around in small sections and combine into stairs leading to different places, and they had already walked more than five steps alone. Ordinary assassins, let alone successful assassins, will be dizzy just by touching these inexplicable stairs.

After a series of adventures that were not very good for the heart, the two of them finally came to a double-opened wooden door.

"This is the end." The ghost girl didn't open the door, but disappeared through the door, leaving only one sentence: "The person who wants to see you is here, come in." ”

The two guys who were still outside looked at each other, and together they reached out and pushed the door open...... (To be continued......)

PS: Sorry, it's a little late for today's update......