After the return of Yin Ghost City, the indigenous organizations of the mainland can all feel a huge pressure.

There is no other reason, the power of the Yin Soul City is too strong, not to mention the Supreme City Lord Tairamant Tanshur, this is an old monster who has lived for thousands of years, with a total level of 70, no less than some gods.

And under the Supreme City Lord, there is a whole nest of legendary people known as the princes of Yin Soul City, of which there are five archmages at lv50, and the others are some professionals with legendary ranks.

It is normal for Mirman to be jealous and even afraid of the Netherworld City, not to mention the Santarin Society, even if he exhausts the heritage of the Cormier Millennial Kingdom, it is impossible to wrestle with the Netherworld City.

Because, the Netherworld City is the most powerful and dazzling of the remnants of the ancient Nether Empire, and the Supreme City Lord Tairamant Tanshur is also the leader of the Nether Empire's Shadow Plane Legend School, and his twelve sons, that is, the princes of the Netherworld City, all have advanced or part-time positions in the 'Shadow Mentor' profession.

When Charles heard the term 'Shadow City' from Milman's mouth, he understood the female lord very well.

After all, she was not a legend and was not qualified to fight against the Twelve Princes of the Shadows, and at this time, Arabe and the Storm Orcs were in full swing, and Milman had no need to provoke a strong enemy.

Sending a team of players over to explore the ruins is undoubtedly the safest way to go, and even if the team can't find what Milman has in mind, the female lord has nothing to lose.

To put it simply, the things in the ruins of the ancient Nether Empire are just a weight that changes the balance of the scales of war, and it is the best. It can tilt the scales in Arabe's side, and without this weight, it cannot be said that Arabe has lost hope of victory.

Now Storm Orcs and Arabe. It is still a long-term standoff.

"My hope is in you."

The female lord did not hide it in the slightest, with a pair of dark dark eyes, Ying Ying stared at Charles and said: "The other two teams are more like a cover to distract outsiders, I think only the Nordasir team led by you has a higher probability of retrieving the drawings of the ancient Nether for me." ”

Milman didn't know what she was saying. Jean Charles Alexander.

"Drawings?" Charles lowered his head slightly, thought for a moment and said, "Can you tell us more about that ruin?" ”

"No problem." The female lord sat on a park bench and motioned for Charles to sit down as well. He didn't excuse himself. At a distance of one or two palms, he sat beside the female lord and listened to the information about the ruins narrated by her in a calm and elegant voice.

The sun sets in the west.

It was almost six o'clock, in front of the gates of the Sky Garden. There is a Monk player and an Overseer player.

The Warrior Monk player is naturally Morrison, the leader of the 'Silver Sacred Sword'. In fact, he should be called the Divine Fist Messenger, after the advancement, the Divine Fist Envoy of lv17 is terrifying in terms of attack power, and the professional ability of the [Divine Flame Strike] allows the Divine Fist Envoy's bare hands to attack, naturally with fire damage and divine energy damage.

"Malthus, is that you?"

However, Morrison had just walked to the gate of the Sky Garden at the moment. Seeing a human Overseer player who was already waiting here, his eyes were solemn and said, "You were also summoned by the female lord?" ”

Morrison wasn't in a good mood. His face was a little gloomy. He thought he was unique, but who knew that the female lord had also summoned the leader of the 'Glory Alliance'.

This Overseer player is ranked sixth in the Cormier Double List, the level is also lv17, and the total equipment rating is not much different from him, and when it comes to the real battle, Morrison is not sure that he can win Malthus, and the victory or defeat depends on the state.

Malthus glanced at Morrison and ignored him.

The leader of the 'Silver Sacred Sword' is too deep in the city, and Malthus doesn't have much friendship with Morrison, and he doesn't bother to deal with this kind of conspirator who has to calculate this and that when playing games.

Morrison snorted coldly in his heart, and just took a few steps forward, about to step on the steps of the park gate, but was stopped by the purple dragon guards standing guard on the stone platform on the left and right: "I'm sorry, the Sky Garden is not open to the public!" ”

"I was invited!" Morrison paused and said in a deep voice, "Ms. Milman personally issued a summons order to me. ”

"Madam did invite three guests today."

One of the Purple Dragon Guards looked at Morrison and Malthus, then nodded, "You can go in, go straight along the road in the park, and you will reach the foot of the Mage's Tower, where someone will receive you." ”

Morrison walked into the park without saying a word.

Marsal followed in silence.

Both of them had no intention of admiring the exotic grass in the Sky Garden, and went straight to the Mage Tower.

However, at this moment, on a wooden bench near the mage's tower, there was a man and a woman, and on the back of the chair stood a strange owl, bathed in golden light, which at first glance looked like a sculpture of pure gold.

When they gradually walked in, Malthus and Morrison were stunned.

While the man and woman were talking, the young man heard footsteps and glanced back at the two, the delicate faces of which were no strangers to Malthus and Morrison.

"Charles?" Malthus beamed.

"The one from Nodashir?"

Morrison's face was pale, and the palm inside the cloth sleeve cannon was clenched into a fist, and his gaze at Charles was faintly hostile.

As the two approached, they saw the priest get up from his chair and smile softly, "Ma'am, here they are." ”

It was then that Malthus and Morrison noticed the woman who was still sitting on the bench.

The white mage robe was draped over the woman's slender and delicate body, and the surface of the garment had lines of mercury, outlining and intertwining into bright sun, moon and star patterns.

The woman's eyes looked at them, the gray-white pupils were like a clear and immaculate sky, deep and distant, these eyes made Morrison and Malthus almost ignore the woman's otherworldly beauty, and there seemed to be a time-static force field around the woman, the air was stagnant, and the sound of the wind that echoed in the garden disappeared here.

It didn't take Charles' introduction for Morrison and Malthasson to know who the woman was.

Under the white mage tower of the Sky Garden, only that legendary female lord possessed such an aura. Morrison's eyes were full of amazement and fanaticism, he lowered his head, half-knelt on the ground and said: "Madam, first time we met, I am Morrison, the leader of the Silver Holy Sword, I hope you can remember my name from now on!" ”

The Divine Fist envoy exuded a strong confidence in his words.

"Morrison? Good. Milman nodded plainly and gracefully, glancing at the Human Overseers.

Malthus did not kneel and salute, but bowed deeply, neither humbly nor arrogantly: "I am Malthus of the Glory Alliance. Apprentice of the Akjosia school of martial arts. ”

"The Akhorsia School of Martial Arts?

Milman was stunned for a moment, looked at Malthus a few more times, and knew that this was an advanced professional 'Akhorsia Sword Saint', so he smiled slightly: "It turns out that he is the inheritor of the Akchosia Dragon's swordsmanship, not bad." ”

The attention and favor of the female lord to Malthus made Morrison secretly grit his teeth, and there was a strong jealousy in his heart. (To be continued.) )