Salou and Planda looked at each other and smacked their tongues.

A shadow dancer with a quasi-legendary strength was actually teased by the magician in front of him like a cat's claw and rat, which shows his strength.

Such a person is willing to join Mokou Town, which is probably not as simple as imagined.

Salou made a secret decision in his heart that when the lord came out of seclusion, he must report the focus on this matter.

"His name is Rams. His code name is 'Fire' in the organization. He serves the dark night mask of Ximen City. He belongs to a killer organization called 'Fire Dagger'. He has completed 83 tasks of large and small sizes, including 35 group activity assassination tasks and 48 single-player actions. The most brilliant record is the Red Dragon Rebellion ten years ago. He successfully assassinated the queen of the Kingdom of Cormier in Mokou Town. The only missed task is to assassinate a human sword wizard named Xisia..."

Listening to the retelling of Tifflin's magician, Salou suppressed his inner horror, and remembered all the information in his heart, and asked in a row:

"So, are there any fish from the 'Flame Dagger' gang now in Mokou Town? Have they established an underground station? Who colluded with them in the territory? After this group of assassins were eliminated, will the next team be sent to the Dark Night Mask Headquarters?"

He still knows a little about the killer organization "Flame Dagger".

As a small and deadly group of noble killers, the 'Flame Dagger' is an exiled assassin, originally a group of elite assassinators located in the Kingdom of Cormier.

It is said that when they assassinated a local lord, the organization was discovered and exposed to public gaze, so members of the organization were forced to leave their hometown.

For a long time, Cormier's monarchs thought that this organization had disappeared, but in fact, the "Flame Dagger" had secretly reorganized and reached an alliance with Simon's vampire organization Dark Night Mask, and began their own operations.

After a series of inquiries, the dungeon was silent for a long time. Then the magician flipped through his pale pupils and said:

"There is no underground garrison, no one colluding with them, and no next gang will be sent, because the Dark Night Mask seems to have another, the largest group assassination mission ever made, targeting the Kingdom of Cormier, and he doesn't even know the specific details."

Tifflin shrugged and smiled, his two sharp canine teeth shining with an orange luster against the torch.

"Are you satisfied with my sincerity?" He looked at the dragon vein sorcerer Salou, and the ram horn bent backwards jumped out of the light of the brazier. "If you are satisfied, don't forget to introduce me to meet your Lord."

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! As soon as the words fell, a ripple-like ripples wrapped around the magician and disappeared out of thin air.

"I heard his tone of speaking, it seemed to know our Lord Lord." Planda frowned and expressed his guess.

"It's rare and strange." Salo said indifferently, "At this moment, I wouldn't be surprised that our Lord Lord knew the Devil Duke of Batto's Hell."

The two walked out of the cell side by side and walked up the stairs.

"Oh, by the way." Salo seemed to remember something and looked at the Ranger's assistant beside him, "My elder brother asked you to discuss something, and he had been talking for so long."

They came to the lounge in the town hall and sat opposite each other by a table with wine.

"I'm about to tell you." Planda picked up the wine glass and filled the two of them. "The Lord has arranged an important task for me, and I need to travel for a while."

"Important mission?" Salou looked at his friend in surprise.

"Harua, have you heard of it?" Planda sat on a chair and smiled mysteriously.

"Know a little." Salo raised his golden eyebrows, picked up his wine glass, and took a sip of the wine, "a kingdom established by a group of descendants of Neserel."

In his impression, this magical kingdom that escapes the world can be called the most powerful spellcaster group on the entire continent, and even the ghost city cannot be compared with it.

It is said that before the Ofa Catastrophe occurred, the population of the Kingdom of Halua was about 1.6 million, of which there were at least 200,000 wizards who mastered the ability to cast spells.

They have a twelve seats in the Elders, and only casters with medium-level legends are eligible to run.

During the Ofa Catastrophe, it was once believed that this magical kingdom had long been destroyed in disaster.

In fact, since the prophets of Halua foresaw the disaster in advance, their wizards, with raging blue fire after Mistera's death, pushed their kingdom safely into Torrell's twin world Abel, and other distant small worlds to take refuge.

Now, most of the past events have been resolved.

The famous Halua sky ship and water vehicle set sail again from its homeland, starting to search for trade routes and political connections to understand what changes the world had actually changed in the century it disappeared.

Over time, they have basically returned to the once independent and powerful magical kingdom.

"Our Lord is actually from the Kingdom of Halua."

Planda said, "My mission this time is to go to Halua to send a letter. If it succeeds, our Mokou Town will have aid from a spellcaster unit from the Magic Kingdom."

This unexpected news shocked Salou almost took off his wine glass. He suppressed his inner shock and said slowly, "I have known for a long time that our Lord Lord is not a simple origin. I didn't expect that he was actually a descendant of Neseril."

"It's obvious." Planda smiled slightly and expressed his guess. "His goal is likely to be the same as the Ghost City, and also for the Enoak Desert."

When Salou heard this news, he was excited and felt a little empty in his heart.

As the former leader of the Dragon Skeleton Mercenary Group, all the soldiers under his command are composed of adventurers of varying quality, free riders and mercenaries, and their combat effectiveness and discipline can be imagined.

Because of this, he, the commander of the garrison, became the lowest-ranking existence in Mokou Town.

He was naturally unwilling to play a role similar to a sheriff, and he also wanted to have a significant position in Mokou Town.

Otherwise, he would not have tried every means to build an elite force.

Unfortunately, things went against my wishes. As Mokou Town continued to grow, he had already clearly felt that the forces under his command were gradually getting out of touch.

Even the Silver Scholar Association, which once had only a dozen people, was successfully established by the Wizard Tower, and every day there were wild casters who defected to each other, and even created batches of powerful mechanical puppets.

"Alas... no matter where or what force, the soldiers will always be the lowest-ranking grassroots personnel." He sighed, raised his head and drank the wine in his glass in one go.

In fact, he also wanted to recruit spell casters to serve him and enhance his voice, but as long as his head was not damaged by the door, they knew very well that the wizard tower was the best choice.

As a result, his forces will eventually become a foil of green leaves, and will fight for the noble casters.

"Sometimes, thinking too long is also a very headache-inducing problem." Planda comforted with a smile:

"Don't think so much, just stick to your principles. You just need to know that our Mokou Town is like a mechanical puppet, and each of us is an internal part in the puppet. If any part is missing, the mechanical puppet will have problems or stop operating due to a failure."

"I get it." Salou filled his glasses with him and Planda again. He didn't want to think about this problem that made him headache and changed the topic.

"Harua is located in the southernmost part of the continent. From Susar Port, he takes a boat from Longhu Lake to enter the Falling Star Sea. During this period, he also needs to pass through two pirate kingdoms Tumis and Jundas to reach the Vihong Sea. He lands from the Alaba Port in the Vihong Sea, crosses the golden plains, and then takes a boat to the Lake of Steam, and finally arrives at the southernmost part of the Continent. The mercy of the gods, I dare not count anymore. Although the southern shore of the Sea of ​​Light is the Kingdom of Harua, the bandits' wasteland desert and the northern mountain ranges block the task alive. I would like to complete the task alive. I advise you to go far and choose to bypass the Chult Peninsula and finally arrive at the Halua Basin from the front."

"I have to say that this is indeed a very difficult task." The Dragon Vein Warlock sighed, "However, with the current state of our territory, it is indeed the best choice to let you, a ranger who has traveled all over the world."

"Don't worry, I'm familiar with the road conditions and there will be no problems." Ranger Planda said indifferently, "Besides, our generous Lord gave me a lot of magic items in order to allow me to complete the task smoothly."

Upon hearing this, Salo noticed that his friend had two more rings on his hand, and the boots were also a magical equipment with unknown functions. He felt much more at ease.

"But when you leave, I'm left alone." He shook the glass of Chinese wine and said helplessly, "I don't know how long it will take to come back."

Although he was once the leader of the Dragon Skeleton Mercenary Group, compared to the temperament of the two, Planda is more like a leader.

This is true. Every decision of the Dragon Skeleton Mercenary Group was made by him.

He is tall, handsome, slender, and evenly shaped, with his eyes that always have a smile, and his sandy hair is mixed with sunny golden threads.

He is never restrained, even if he is not fluent in dialect or other races, he has a way to communicate with others.

Compared with this, Salou is really shabby. If it weren't for the power and changes brought by the blood of the real dragon, he would be an ordinary honest man.

"Actually you should smile more." This is what Planda often teases himself.

"It's only about three months at most." Planda thought seriously for a moment and said with a smile:

"As for returning, you don't have to worry at all, because I brought the magic array nodes of Mokou Town. If the matter is agreed, I can teleport back through the wizard of Halua."

"Actually, I'm curious about one thing." He put down his wine glass and continued:

"You said that we have been together for at least seven or eight years. I have never heard you mention your elder brother Balleis. If I have not made a mistake in judgment, you and Balleis were also mercenaries."

Hearing the inquiry from his friend, Salo paused for a moment when the wine glass handed to his mouth. He suddenly felt that the wine in the glass suddenly became boring.

"Sorry, I shouldn't mention such unhappy things." Planda seemed to notice Salou's emotional changes and quickly apologized.

Salo shook his head slightly, not caring, and then drank the glass of Chinese wine in one go.

Planda's words reminded him of the situation ten years ago: Ballerus fell to the ground, covered in blood, the first lord of Mokou Town urged everyone to kill the dragon, men and women fled in fear, scrambled on the streets, trampled on each other, screamed and cried.

The High Priest from the Church of God of Knowledge...

Her hair was on fire, she held a golden flail in her hand, shouted, then jumped onto the dragon's back and flew up.

The ancient red dragon spread its wings, bringing up sand and dust in the sky, blurring Salo's eyes, but through the dazzling tears, he still saw the red dragon spewing flames and ravaging the town, and the huge dark red dragon wings slapped the purple dragon knight in the town.

The smell of the red dragon made the horses stand up, the iron palms kicked around, the crowd pushed and trampled on each other, the spear was like rain, the arrows were like locusts, the red dragon rolled violently in the air, and the wounds kept bleeding, and the high priest of the God of Knowledge lay tightly on the dragon's back.

He didn't know the rest of the matter at all, because he was already in a coma.

If he hadn't learned the truth by accident, he would have been likely misunderstood his elder brother, Ballez, for the rest of his life.

The next morning, the weather was cool and the sun was shining.

Salou stood on the city tower of Mokou Town, looking at the back of his friend and assistant driving away, and felt a little melancholy in his heart.

After a long gaze, he walked past two wizards who were debugging the spell turret, nodded to the patrol on the city wall, and turned to look at the orderly town.

This made him involuntarily recall his birthplace: Karin Port on the north shore of the Sea of ​​Glory.

It just crosses the sea from the Kingdom of Harua.

However, he had no good feelings for that port city because it was a city known as the "million beggars".

This dirty and ugly city is filled with the smell of feces and rotten fish.

It is a paradise for smugglers and a nest for pirates.

The streets in the lower city where he lives were paved with wooden boards on mud, the houses were covered with fences woven with branches, straw on the roof, and the gallows were always hung with corpses whose belly was paved and their internal organs were hanging.

During his mercenary career, Salou traveled many places.

He is quite familiar with the glorious land of Deep Water City and Luskan, the city of Thousand Sails in the Sword Bay area, the imperial capital of Susar, and Mashanbo, etc.

But among so many cities, Mokou Town is the one that makes him most fond of.

Although its scale is not as large as that of Susar, the imperial capital of Cormier and his hometown of Kalin Port when he was young, it is clean and tidy, orderly, and the wide and straight streets are easy to walk.
To be continued...