Reborn Night Rise

Chapter 1115 Muradin's Whereabouts
Not under the master?Enol is a little unbelievable. Judging from the description of the master, the other party seems to be a high-agility profession, but can he get such an evaluation from the master?
The Twelve Shadow Fangs are the strongest assassin seeds in the dark night history, and the Master's generation, among the Twelve Shadow Fangs, he believes that the only one who can be compared with the Master is the White Fang of the Royal Assassin Team. It is inferior to these two people, and to be honest in other clans, Enol doesn't even believe that there is such a person!
An Ye is very confident in the field of ranger and assassin. The powerhouses of these two professions in the past have always been An Ye's leader. For countless years, no one has ever broken through. Gerald on the side of the dark night forcibly overwhelmed him. If anyone really overwhelmed the dark night, it would be the first generation of Queen of Blades of the Void Clan.

But the Blade Clan is a positive agility profession, and they are not good at hiding. So who is that guy behind the scenes?

The human race has never heard of any powerful assassin being born recently.
Seemingly understanding the doubts in her apprentice's heart, Ziyue said softly: "This world is vast, and there are countless generations of Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon. How can you stabilize everything with some superficial data?" She pointed to the temple behind her: "Just like the one in the temple, I feel that even if the hall master comes forward, he may not be his opponent!"

Enol: "What!!"

Seeing the panicked and hesitant expression on her apprentice's face, Ziyue sighed, she knew what her apprentice wanted to ask, Ziyue looked at the place where Guo Lang disappeared, and said softly: "Leave first Let's talk about it here."

"Okay" Enol bowed his head, although he agreed quite readily, but his eyes were anxious.

"Let's go."

"Wait, master." Enol suddenly said again: "Then that person?" He was referring to Guo Lang who was hiding in the dark.

"Don't worry." Ziyue whispered softly: "The opponent's strength is not inferior to mine, but when I appeared, he didn't use you as an implicator to directly confront me, which means that the opponent doesn't want to fight me now, although I don't know what his purpose is, but don't worry too much now. Go back first, and I will tell you about the situation!"

The two of them talked, and quickly stretched out their bodies and left from the alley, but they walked in a circle past the direction Guo Lang left. Although Ziyue said so, they rushed into each other at the same level. Where possible to lie in ambush, is unwise.
After the two disappeared, Guo Lang walked out of the shadows, looked at the disappearing back of the other party and murmured: "He is a sensible guy, and I expect the other party to be impulsive. I also want to see the ancient The strength of the night elves' talented seeded players."

He is also a half-step hero-level master, and the opponent puts a lot of pressure on Guo Lang, which is not at the same level as Long Aotian's SB. If he really uses pure assassin skills to fight against the opponent, Guo Lang is really sure to win grasp.
After all, I have never passed on the inheritance of assassin heroes, and all I have simulated are Xiaoting's skills, and the only hero-level skills I have are monk Li Qing's.

Then Guo Lang looked at the church behind him again. To be honest, he was also very surprised by this church. Observing with the naked eye, I can't see the slightest flaw. The guy inside is really unfathomable!

Withdraw first.
Guo Lang hesitated for a moment, but in the end he didn't try to test the intrusion. Now is not the best time, it is easy to scare the snake, and his ability to infiltrate may not be stronger than Ziyue, a pure phantom assassin, she can't even get in. The possibility of getting in is not high
After Guo Lang left, in the depths of the church, there was an old man with a benevolent face, wearing a gorgeous bright red robe, holding a human skin book with a skull mark in his hand, and countless faces could be seen struggling on the book. There is an extremely powerful dark force in it, which is frightening.

On the opposite side, a dwarf in bronze armor covering almost his whole body was imprisoned on a black metal chair. There were countless ferocious giant mouths on the metal chair, devouring the dwarf's energy, but The violent energy can make those monsters explode and die instantly every time, but the next moment, new monsters emerge from the exploded flesh and continue to devour his energy.

"Two interesting guys." The benevolent old man looked at the dwarf with a smile, and bowed gracefully: "Don't you think so? Your Excellency Muradin!"

No one expected that the lord of San Ding City, one of the two heroes of the Dwarf Kingdom, the brother of the Dwarf King, the prince of the Iron Mountain Kingdom, and the swordsmanship teacher of Alsace, the hero Muradin who has the name of the King of the Hill would actually Imprisoned here!
"Huh!" The dwarf snorted coldly when he heard the words. Under the bronze mask, there was a thunderous sound, which caused the whole church to shake inexplicably, but the energy was absorbed by the surrounding barrier in an instant, and nothing could reach it. Outside.

"Really, I am more than 200 years older than me, but I have no patience at all. Does the dwarf patriarch only grow a beard after his age?"

"You will not succeed, Varimathras!" Muradin's voice like a drum made the hall buzz!

"Is there any way you can stop it?" Varimathras sneered: "You can't even stop it. Do you expect those younger generations to stop it? Are you counting on your ineffective sons, or the one who is always thinking about how to take your position?" Deputy City Lord? Or the two night elves outside?"

"The alliance is not as fragile as you imagined, Varimathras, you should know about your failures back then, the human race, will never be shrouded in darkness, and the light will never be extinguished!"

"Really?" Varimathras shook his head and left the hall with a sneer. Before leaving, he murmured softly: "Unfortunately, the light you yearn for is not the light."
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"Is it Senior Ziyue?" The wood spirit who was reading in the room stood up suddenly, and her face, which had always been calm, showed surprise. Although she was responsible for comforting everyone along the way, she I was also flustered in my heart, now that the backbone of the team is back, I am naturally relieved.

"En..." Ziyue looked at the other party, and smiled gently on her stern face: "What about the others? Nothing happened, right?"

"No." Ye Lin smiled softly: "The children are doing fine all the way, but after a day of exhaustion, I told them to go to bed early."

"En..." Ziyue nodded, but Enol rolled her eyelids, apparently thinking of the nightwalker junior who was dragging her feet all day, but since Ye Lin said so, it's not easy for her to argue with a junior like this .

"Huh?" Suddenly Ziyue frowned, looked outside, and said in a low voice: "The rooms on this floor are all our people, right? Judging from the number of people, it should be arranged for two people to share a room?"

Ye Lin was taken aback for a moment, then nodded quickly: "Yes"

"Then..." Ziyue suddenly pointed at Guo Lang's room and narrowed her eyes, "Why is there only one sound of breathing in this room?"

(End of this chapter)