Sky Dragon Rider

Unexpectedly, the convoy of Viscount Buniantren did not return directly to the Viscount's fief, but continued northward all the way.

According to the news revealed by Steward Sigg, the Viscount is going to visit old friends in the Adrichig Empire.

My long-lost son is by my side, and there is nothing to worry about at home. It is convenient to travel far away, and I don’t need to prepare anything.

After traveling calmly for more than ten days, Viscount Boni Antren received another piece of bad news.

The miller was silenced and hanged in the unfinished mill.

On the surface, it looked like suicide, but in fact, it was strangled by someone and strangled bit by bit. The death condition was horrific.

The miller was also the foreshadowing that Guangming Shenting laid down early for this operation to be seamless, but he didn't expect to die just after it was launched this time.

This means that the enemy of "April" Bishop Marion, "The Palace of the Underworld", has traced the traces and clues of Viscount Buniantren and his party, and they are gradually approaching.

However, all of this was expected by the Bright God Court. The unknown hidden forces of both sides were originally lurking in the shadows. As long as one side moves first, it will inevitably reveal its flaws first.

Viscount Bunyantren and the old stonemason Okoro did not expect a safe journey and arrived in the city of light "Rangarondoli" without any disturbance.

As the convoy traveled northward without stopping, news of the pursuers with the tail title behind them came more and more frequently one after another.

The hidden line laid down by Shenting did not do nothing. They deliberately confused the direction of the convoy and organized manpower to intercept and kill the killers of Hades Palace, but they all failed without exception.

The Anstruther Empire is the sphere of influence of the Underworld Palace, and the power of the Bright God Court in the away game is still a little weak.

Shenting is not without masters.It's just that most of them were transferred to attack the "Dark Realm" of the Dark Temple, and they were trapped in the quagmire of war there, and the rest had to guarantee the guarding force of the City of Light.

Since the Hades Palace has noticed that an enemy is secretly looking for his lost descendants, Marion, the priest of "April", can't wait any longer.The escort plan had to be launched immediately.

Lin Mo thought about using the "Thang Long" propeller fighter jet to take that Markton directly to the headquarters of Guangming Shenting. With the power of Hadeshen Palace, even if he reacted, he would be far behind.

The Li family sisters stopped this idea, Guangming Shenting and Lin Mo don't have any major interests, so there is no need to expose this aircraft structure, not to mention that both the "dragon" and the silver dragon eggs that house it are Lin Mo's life-saving hole card.Before the critical moment, you must not show people easily.

"The people who intercepted behind are all dead. The people from the Underworld Palace are only less than a day away from us. If there is no accident, they will catch up with us tonight. There is a strong man from Shenting on the way. Of course, If we can hold out till dawn."

Sitting in the four-wheeled carriage, Viscount Bunny Antren spoke the latest news calmly, while holding a silk scarf and carefully wiping the alchemy rapier in his hand.

The body of the narrow and thin sword, which is more than one finger wide, has three magical effects of armor-piercing, tearing and piercing. The tough sword body can easily shake out the deadly sword flower.

"'Executioner', when did you start playing with such delicate things. What about the previous beheading battle axe? This is different from your previous style!"

The old stonemason Okoro, who knew the details of the opponent, watched his former colleague patiently handle this rapier over and over again in the past few days.

Lord Viscount raised his head and said quietly, "That's it!"

"What?" Okoro really couldn't connect the huge ax that was as tall as a man and could easily cut an adult bull in half from head to tail with the rapier in the opponent's hand, which was more suitable for women.

Viscount Burniantren didn't say anything, but handed over the rapier in his hand.

Okoro stretched out his hand to pick it up suspiciously. As soon as he took it, his face changed drastically, and the veins on his knuckles burst out, obviously using a lot of strength.

"This is? You made it into this?"

The old mason took a deep breath, and the weight of the thin sword in his hand turned out to be extremely heavy.It's not even inferior to an ordinary giant axe, and it's about [-] to [-]% heavier than the opponent's once famous weapon "Decapitating Tomahawk".

He weighed it twice in his hand, then handed it back. This rapier is not as fragile as he imagined, and it is also a bloodthirsty weapon.

"That's right! After Liv's death, I handed over the 'beheading' to the best blacksmiths and master craftsmen for remelting, took its essence, and made this rapier, 'Tears'!"

Viscount Brunn Antren stroked the blade lightly, flicked his hook finger, ding! ~~~

The chants and chants rang endlessly in the carriage, as if weeping and complaining. There seemed to be an unknown story hidden behind this weapon.

"Liv? So..."

The old stonemason Okeluo seemed to be no stranger to this name. He nodded as if suddenly realizing it, and stopped talking.

The Viscount suddenly raised his head and looked at Lin Mo, who was sitting quietly opposite, and said, "Fizull, what weapon do you use? I brought a few good treasures from famous masters, just pick whatever you want!"

Lin Mo shook his head, don't look at his empty hands, in fact there is no difference from being fully armed.

Still gray, the "Magic Square" without any luster was tightly clasped on the left wrist, and the silver dragon egg was hidden in the sleeve of the right wrist. It seemed to know Lin Mo's mind, and its body shrank a little bit, becoming like As big as a pigeon egg, it simply became the main decoration on a dark steel bracelet.

No matter which of the two of them is in Lin Mo's hands, it is a vicious weapon.

"Unarmed? It seems more violent and direct than me and Okoro!"

Viscount Burniantren knew that the opponent was a strong man of the first rank, but he was wrong.

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The closer to the border of the Adrihiger Empire in the desert country, the largest desert on the Morningstar Continent, the desolate traces of the Grange Desert have already affected the border with the Anstruther Empire.

The road was gone, and the direction could only be determined according to the rising and setting of the holy sun and the stars in the sky. Before sunset, the convoy arrived at a field of dirt enclosures. It was the last small town of the Anstruther Empire on the border. Except for the local residents, only businessmen who come and go will stop and stock up some supplies to cross the vast and uninhabited desert.

"Snowing?"

Lin Mo, who got off the carriage, stretched out his hand and caught a snowflake the size of a fingernail.

It was deep winter at this time, even though the Anstruther Empire at a lower latitude came later in winter, but at this time, the long-overdue snowflakes were continuously falling from the gray sky.

"Guest, go in quickly, in a while, it will snow heavily."

When the enthusiastic inn clerk helped to pull the carriage and unload some important luggage, he kindly reminded him.

"Hiss!~It's so cold!~"

Blown by the sudden cold wind, Timis shrank his neck from the cold and jumped out of the carriage, stomping his feet constantly.

The guards and entourages in the convoy are not so lucky. Like a nobleman, they can have a compartment that can shelter from the wind and snow, a small warm charcoal stove, and warm wine that can warm the body. They can only wear a felt blanket and sit in the carriage. Shivering.

There isn't enough room to move around and get warmer.

"Themis, stop complaining and carry your things in! This will keep you warm."

Markton also jumped on the spot, and then started unloading with the others.

During the more than ten days of the convoy's northward journey, he also gradually accepted the truth of his identity. This was a very complicated and wonderful process of psychological changes. Rather than accepting it, it was more like a kind of numbness and mental fatigue.

However, Markton did not tell the world that he is a descendant of a certain big man, but chose to remain low-key and remain the same. However, compared with the past, he is now much more cheerful and stable.

This made Timis, who was already a little worried about his good friend being troubled by inexplicable knots, quietly heaved a sigh of relief.

"Themis, Markton!"

The butler Shik came over, and no one had ever seen a smile on his face. Although he was rather rigid, there was no doubt that he was a competent butler.

"Steward Sigg, what are your orders?"

Markton and Timis hurriedly put down the wooden box they had lifted together, saying in unison.

"Tonight, a group of desert bandits will rob the village. Markton, you are responsible for personal protection of Lord Viscount. Timis, after dinner, you can just follow me."

Steward Sigg's tone without any ups and downs seemed to be talking about the upcoming weather changes.

It's just a weather forecast?

night?Bandits?Markton's heart tightened immediately, and he remembered what Viscount Brunnantren said to himself that night, someone was going to kill him, could it be that it really came?

"Yes, Steward Sigg!"

Timis was a little excited. The butler was definitely the No. [-] figure in the Viscount's mansion. It can be said that he was under one person and above the others. He was by his side. Could it be that he meant to support him.

For a moment, he forgot about the bandits. Maybe Butler Sigg's tone was too calm, and he just regarded it as a group of little thieves who came to this land for a night of wandering.

"Huh? This guest? How did you know there would be robbers coming?"

The inn clerk obviously also heard this sentence, although he was surprised, he didn't look so scared.

"Hmm! I heard that!"

Butler Sigg responded noncommittally. For a noble butler, being able to say a word to such a despicable boy is already very kind.

"It's really bad news! The three-legged lone wolf just left the day before yesterday, and another group will come tonight. It's not a good day."

The young man obviously took the robbers' attacks as a common occurrence, and he had already become accustomed to them, so he quickly shouted into the inn: "Old Gerry, there is another group of uncles coming to do business at night!"

He suddenly turned around and said to Butler Sigg and the others: "Well, don't go out at night, and don't open the door. No matter what happens outside, just lie on the bed and don't go anywhere, or you will die. Don't worry, there are people here. According to the rules here, you only want to make money when doing business!"

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ps: Feizhuoer: the homonym of soap.