Sky Dragon Rider

In the dead of night in Nakhon Town, the streets were empty, and the townspeople had already blown out the lights and fell asleep.

A few faint shadows disappeared in an inconspicuous alleyway faintly under the faint starlight, without even the sound of footsteps.

There are not many houses in the alley, and all kinds of discarded sundries can be seen everywhere in the corner of the low stone wall. Only every thirty or forty steps can you see a narrow door, which seems to have not been opened for a long time.

The alley overgrown with weeds shows that this desolate alley is not much different from the abandoned state.

In the depths of the alley, there is still a mottled and old-looking hut made of rough marble, with faint lights on, withered and yellow weeds sparsely occupying the roof, and a poorly grown small tree still firmly grasping the chimney with its roots, slanting Stretch out its branches and leaves obliquely.

The relatively spacious yard is full of stones, which seem to have been carved out by people. The stones are square and round, of different sizes, and they are randomly discarded among the weeds in the yard.

Tuk tuk tuk! ~

Suddenly there were a few dull knocks on the wooden door of the hut.

"Who?"

There was a strange voice like a drake's voice in the room, and there was a rustling sound.

"It's almost dawn!"

Someone outside the door seemed to be lowering his voice and talking close to the wooden door.

"Damn it, it's dark tomorrow, haven't you woken up yet?"

The person in the room seemed to have been disturbed from his dream, obviously a little out of breath.

"The sky will always be bright." The person outside the door was still unyielding.

The wooden door was pushed out, revealing a head, looked outside, and quickly said: "Come in!"

Three figures shrouded in black cloaks nimbly and quickly got into the crack of the door, and the wooden door closed again.

In an inconspicuous corner of the courtyard where the stone house is located, the shadow cast by the faint starlight is slightly strange, as if hiding something, but it is difficult to detect in the dark.

"Oukoluo! Long time no see, I didn't expect you to be alive."

The leader who entered the room took off the hood of the cloak backwards, revealing a head of short silver hair.

There is a three-foot long sword hanging around his waist, but like this black cloak, it is black from the hilt to the scabbard, and there is not a single gemstone or gold or silver decoration in sight.

The other two people dressed in the same clothes, one occupied the vicinity of the wooden door, holding the hilt of the sword in his hand, as if he was guarding the door, but the other rushed into the room without saying a word, and quickly inspected the door. stand up.

"You, you, alas! Yaga, I haven't seen you for so many years, you haven't changed at all, you still call me old stonemason!"

With greasy messy hair, a huge rosacea nose, heavy bags under the eyes that never get rid of fatigue, weather-beaten black and red skin, and Anstruther's typical accent with upturned endings, authentic The homeowner who looked like a commoner old man sighed.

The conversation inside and outside the house just now was a signal for a conversation. He didn't expect that his life of seclusion would be broken like this.

"Old stonemason? Well, I saw the stone outside. It seems that your hobbies have changed a lot. Back then..."

While looking at the furnishings in the room, the silver-haired man took out his naked square handkerchief, and covered his mouth and nose indiscriminately.

Various tools and daily necessities were placed in the messy room, the roof was blackened by smoke, and all kinds of peculiar smells mixed together, making the environment of the already poorly ventilated room even worse.

"Don't mention what happened back then! Now I am me, not the old Oaklo! Say, what are you doing in Anstruther?"

The host interrupted the other party's teasing tone very impatiently. These uninvited guests didn't seem to respect the old man very much, especially when he was in need of a rest right now.

"Okay, the former Lord 'Holy Light Judgment', we came to you this time for the sole blood of Lord Bishop 'April', the court has already arranged a lot of people, and we are not the first batch to enter Anster The personnel of the Lasse Empire."

The silver-haired man looked around, found a slightly flat place, took out another square handkerchief and put it on it, then sat down, slowly took out something from his arms, and shook it lightly

At this time, the subordinate who was inspecting the room just nodded at him to confirm that nothing unusual was found.

"Then what can I do?"

What the silver-haired man Yaluo showed in his hand made the old stonemason's pupils shrink slightly. Although his voice was still ups and downs, sharp and harsh, it could be heard that it was much more serious than before. Obviously, what the other party brought out extraordinary.

"Actually, you don't need to do anything, you just need to wait for someone, and then take him to Chunluo Town outside Fenglan City to stay for a while, and then several Shenting personnel will meet you in various capacities to escort you That person is going to 'Rangarondori', as long as you arrive at the City of Light, your mission will be over, except for a generous reward, we will never disturb your quiet life again."

The silver-haired man explained his intentions with an elegant and gentle smile.

"Wait for someone, go around and send him to the City of Light, isn't that superfluous? No, no, this is clearly attracting someone's attention. I'm afraid this journey will not be peaceful."

The old mason Okoro lowered his eyes and muttered to himself, then suddenly raised his head to look at the silver-haired man, and said, "The current bishop of 'April' you are talking about should be Bray?"

"That's right!" The silver-haired man bowed and nodded.

"So, I understand. Planting a grain of wheat in autumn and harvesting a wheat seedling in spring is already predestined. Well, it has something to do with me at the beginning, so let me repay it to Bray. This time I complied."

The old mason sighed, what should come will still come.

When Bishop Bray was separated from his pregnant wife, he was also one of the responsible persons. A few years later, he gave up the honor of "Judger of the Holy Light" and quietly retired.

The silver-haired man took out two rolls of parchment and a bulging, jingling bag from the back of his waist, handed them over, and said at the same time: "One of them is a portrait of the other party, and the back is an introduction to his cover identity, and the other Zhang is the route map, and the last bag is the travel expenses and expenses, if you run out, you can leave a secret note, and we will send someone to bring it to you."

The old mason took the two scrolls of parchment, but threw the money bag at his feet.

The first one opened was a map, on which were roughly drawn the towns and the approximate scope of the country's territory. With such a crude map, I am afraid that I can only ask about the location and route of the next town after reaching one town.

"The young man from Shenting is nothing like Bray when he was young, and he still has black hair and black eyes. When will he arrive?"

Unfolding the parchment for the next portrait, the old stonemason quickly sneered, and Shenting arranged for the person in this operation to catch chickens with IQ.

"About half a month later, it will take ten days at the fastest. Although this Molin is a warrior of the light department, he is not a member of the God Court. His Excellency is paying a copy of the 'Forbidden Song of the Holy Spirit' in exchange for the other party's participation in this event." According to this plan, if he can arrive at 'Langaron Doli' alive, he will be able to obtain this precious battle qi formula."

The silver-haired man seemed to be feeling that the young man who was likely to obtain the "Forbidden Song of the Holy Spirit", as a fighter of the light department who did not belong to the Light God Court, was extremely lucky to be able to obtain such a magic spell.

This kind of opportunity is almost impossible to appear on weekdays, and Guangming Shenting will not easily leak its precious fighting spirit formula to others.

Boom boom boom!

Suddenly there were several knocks on the wooden door of the stone house.

"Who?"

The old stonemason Okoro replied loudly reflexively and habitually. The next second he reacted, his complexion became exactly the same as that of the silver-haired man Yaga.

Both of them knew very well that there was clearly someone lurking in the yard for vigilance, and it was impossible for others to touch the door.

What's more, knocking on the door in the middle of the night is not a good person.

"I'm here to find someone! Don't be nervous!"

The voice outside the door was very young, as calm as visiting a friend.

The silver-haired man Yajia winked at the subordinate guarding the door, who nodded, quietly drew his long sword, and slowly opened the door latch.

The blade of the sword, which was more than three feet long, was as black as ink, without any reflection.

The moment the door was opened, the two-finger-wide three-foot sword suddenly burst into dazzling flames of battle, and its sudden appearance in the dark night made people dazzled.

Ding! ~

Next, there is no next, the subordinate in the cloak who was guarding the door suddenly seemed to have been hit by a fixation spell, his eyes widened and he stared at his empty right hand in disbelief, the black three-foot long sword As if it never existed.

"Good evening, everyone."

Lin Mo slowly put down his left hand, and brought in a person with his right hand. After entering the room, he immediately threw the person in his hand on the ground.

The black battle helmet and the black knight's heavy armor are like a beast in human form. The low-key black dress of those cloaked figures are like kindergarten toys in front of him, and they can't look up at all. .

"who are you?"

Although they don't know what method the other party used to snatch the long sword from the subordinate's hand, Yaga, the silver-haired man, and another subordinate drew out their long swords and pointed at each other as if facing a formidable enemy.

The old stonemason Okeluo quietly took out a hammer and a steel drill from a corner, and carefully looked at the unexpected visitor who visited late at night. The fighting spirit surged in his body, and dazzling fighting spirit flames would erupt at any time.

"Well, you are Okoro? Okay, the secret word: Holy Ri is in the sky!~"

Lin Mo didn't care about the other party's hostile attitude, and took off his helmet by himself, revealing his black hair and those black pupils used to pursue the light.

"Ah! This, this..."

Yajia, the silver-haired man, suddenly widened his eyes, but the long sword in his hand shook because of his agitated mood.

The old stonemason Okolo glanced at the silver-haired man suspiciously, dropped the hammer in his hand, picked up the parchment that had just been thrown aside, looked carefully, and read according to the words on it: "Light is eternal! Damn it! What is it, you are Maureen!~Yaga, didn’t you say that he will arrive at least ten days later, but now, he is almost walking in front of you! Has the court of God fallen to this level?”

Throwing down the parchment casually, he glared directly at the young man with black hair and black eyes. (To be continued.)