Heritage foundry

Chapter 43

It was very late at night, and the border town was no longer as lively as it was during the day. Except for a few taverns and karaoke houses that were still brightly lit, the whole border town was quiet.

The footsteps of a group of people stepped on the city wall made of black stones, and the night guard soldiers cast their gazes. After seeing the guards who were stationed in front leading the way, they quickly retracted their gazes, raised their chests, and stared at the night.

On the city wall, there is a soldier on duty every three meters, and the dim torches are dancing with flames, reflecting the resolute faces of each one.

"The army is very dignified, and that General Dill Lons's way of running the army is not uncommon." At night, the light provided by the torches was dim, and the clear and hoarse voice gave people endless reverie.

Under the blue-golden mask, Ruiwen Nalong had a solemn expression. These soldiers guarding the border of the empire deserve everyone's respect.

Merenda Lacus and Longbottom Noah all nodded in agreement when they heard the words. Melenda Lacus also stepped forward and knocked on the armor of a night watchman with an expression of appreciation on his face. It looked very sincere.

Zhou Mo is not in this mood anymore. His life rank is the lowest, and his status is also the lowest. He naturally walks at the end, every nerve in his body is beating, and a pair of vague sights in the dark never come from Zhou Mo's body. move away.

"Where is Zhou Mo?" After walking for a while, Melenda Lacus suddenly asked loudly.

Zhou Mo strode forward, walked one meter in front of Melenda Lacus, and saluted:
"The subordinate is here, what is the general's order?"

General Melenda Lacus pointed to the long torch corridor in front of him, looked far away, and said in a compassionate tone:

"The night is long, and the dew is cold. Go and express your condolences to the soldiers guarding the city for the general. It is so hard to guard the border. Ask them if there is any shortage in logistics and food, and then make a report and submit it to the general."

This is exactly what Zhou Mo, the person in charge of the military secretariat, should do now. Zhou Mo couldn't refuse, and immediately gave another military salute, then met Longbottom Noah's eyes, and walked along the torch corridor alone to the distance to the city wall.

Zhou Mo's moving speed is neither fast nor slow, neither does it appear to be procrastinating, but also maximizes the time to distance himself from the crowd.

"General Lacus, didn't you say that fugitives from the wilderness came to harass you? I'm also going to check it out." Longbottom Noah said, before his voice fell, he had already taken a step.

Melenda Lacus turned sideways, blocked the way, put one hand on Longbottom Noah's shoulder, and said with a smile:

"What Minister Noah said is true, but this is the general's defense area. The general's responsibility to guard the land and defend the people cannot be slackened. Minister Noah should follow the general to patrol together!"

Following Melenda Lacus' movements, the followers who came to the border town with him moved slowly, and stopped in front of the officers of the Military Intelligence Bureau without making a sound.

At this time, Zhou Mo's back was already submerged in darkness, and even with the light of the torch spirit star, his figure gradually blurred.

The green eyes ignored the confrontation between Melenda Lacus and Longbottom Noah, and stared at Zhou Mo's back.

Because of her own blood, Ruiwen Nalong's perception ability is far superior to that of people of the same rank. From the moment she walked out of the gate of the barracks, she keenly sensed that Zhou Mo's whole body was tense. She couldn't help being curious, and deliberately sensed the surrounding Looking at the environment, they found a faint aura that had been moving with them.

With extraordinary perception ability, Ruiwen Nalong smelled a dirty smell of blood from this weak breath, just like the ditch on the edge of the imperial palace, extremely filthy.

As Zhou Mo got farther away from them, the filthy bloody aura began to swell, like a hyena that spotted its prey, stretched its hair, growled deeply, and was about to deliver a fatal blow.

In the eyes of Ruiwen Nalong, Zhou Mo is just a good little person with some small skills. Although he appreciates it, he doesn't take it too seriously. Just forget about it.

Now, Zhou Mo, the toy, seems to be about to bloom the last fun for her.

There was a hint of excitement in the green eyes. Was this black-haired toy torn into pieces by the hyena without any resistance, or could it still shine a little after a desperate fight?

Ruiwen? Nalongjue was interesting, full of curiosity, and at the same time, accompanied by the indifference of the nobles who had penetrated deep into the blood and the core of the bone marrow, they were very interested in watching a good show that was about to be staged.

Longbottom Noah did not follow, and other members of the Military Intelligence Bureau were also stopped. Zhou Mo walked under the flickering light of the torch, and the faint hope in his heart was extinguished.

The heart was beating, the temperature of the brain was dropping, Zhou Mo's mood became calm and clear, his hands were staggered in front of his lower abdomen, and he held the handle of the scout pair of knives, feeling a pity in his heart, Merenda? Lacus didn't give him any time to breathe, and the broken army epee was still in the room of the Military Intelligence Bureau, otherwise he would have more chance of survival today.

Zhou Mo didn't have the innate perception brought by Ruiwen? Nalong's noble blood, but he had the beast intuition that the wilderness hunter had survived countless times and snatched from the arms of death.

The sight in the darkness became hotter and hotter, and Zhou Mo's skin trembled with every trace of murderous intent.

For some reason, a little bit of excitement appeared in his chest, like a spark, igniting the blood and turning it into magma.

The heart was roaring, beating the hot magma, Zhou Mo's whole body turned into black iron, under the luster of the black iron, there was a dark red color as if melted by magma.

The sight that had been watching Zhou Mo suddenly disappeared, and a killing intent that had been lurking for a long time, brewing to the extreme, exploded under the city wall, where the light of the torch could not shine.

In Zhou Mo's hometown, a comet strikes the moon was once used to describe a earth-shattering assassination.

But what Zhou Mo felt at this time was a full moon of mithril color, bombarding him with an unstoppable momentum.

Zhou Mo folded his hands and spread out his double swords. When the two swords were pulled out of their sleeves, long scars were drawn under Zhou Mo's arms.

The magma-like blood stained the blade, Zhou Mo breathed in the sulfur breath of the underground magma, the blood on the blade burned, and the high temperature of tens of thousands of degrees instantly melted the scout's two knives into red.

Swinging a pair of knives, in the darkness, under the dim yellow light of the torch, a butterfly was reflected in the green eyes, it looked like a fire butterfly, or a blood butterfly.

The butterfly's wings were burning, and it seemed to be splattering blood. In Ruiwen Nalong's eyes, it felt very poignant.

Yes, it is poignant, because no matter how beautiful this picture is, after a moment, it will be knocked down by the big cat that is shining with mithril color and rushing towards the butterfly, and then maybe the beautiful wings of the butterfly will be contained in the big cat's mouth , it will make the cat a little more cute.

Ruiwen Nalong blinked her green eyes, the curves of her beautiful eyes flickered, she didn't know whether it was regret or expectation.

Melenda Lacus turned around when the murderous intent erupted, staring intently at the scene of the imminent killing. That nasty black-haired kid died tragically before his eyes, which should be able to make him The anger in my heart calmed down.

Longbottom Noah, Phil Noah clenched their fists, their faces were solemn, and all their energy was concentrated on the fight that was about to happen. If Zhou Mo died, everything would be over, but if he could miraculously If you can survive this level, then the road ahead will be bright and bright.

The two brothers looked at each other with a tacit understanding, and in this glance, the moment that everyone cared about came.

The blood-burning black butterfly fluttered and danced beautifully in mid-air. Suddenly, the butterfly wings retracted, and it seemed to be falling in a trance.

The big secret silver cat has stretched out its sharp claws, caught the trajectory of the butterfly, and hit it right in front of it.

Suddenly, the butterfly spread its wings, dripping blood from both wings, and the blood was burning wildly. The moment the beautiful butterfly spread its wings, it seemed to turn into a reckless goshawk, pounced towards the invincible sky, and vowed not to return .

The cat flutters the butterfly.

Butterflies hide and fly in thousands of ways, but they just dance before death.

But Die Zhanyi, with the last life, the last blood, draws the most graceful trajectory, sticking to the sharp claws of the big cat, and following the curve of the mithril's brilliance.

With those burning, bloody wings, he plunged into the belly of the big cat.

The cat flutters the butterfly.

The cat and the butterfly miss each other, the butterfly wings are stained with blood, there is an enemy and there is me, the cat's claws fall empty, and the butterfly dances in vain.

Suddenly there was light in the blue eyes, which was the pure fire of the spirit, and there was a blush under the blue-gold mask, as if the girl's heart was throbbing.

"Scout's double-knife technique, lore style, a rare miraculous moment in the battlefield, cats and butterflies. If you can see it, you will have no regrets in this life!" Longbottom? Noah is not sure whether he is admiring or talking to himself.

Melenda Lacus took a deep breath from the beginning of the assassination, but now her face was flushed, and she didn't know how to spit out the stale air in her chest.

Zhou Mo squatted on the ground, his chest was bullied violently, the sound of heavy breathing, and the smell of sulfur, it seemed that a volcano had just erupted in Zhou Mo's body.

Accompanying Zhou Mo from Xiyang Town to the border town, the two scouts who fought a bloody journey of hundreds of miles turned into dots and scattered without a trace.

Looking back, looking at the assassin who had been disemboweled from the chest to the lower abdomen, he looked carefully, and he could still see the broken heart that had not yet receded from the mithril color.

Zhou Mo let out a long breath, raised his brows slightly, and flew up wantonly.

In the distance, the owner of the green eyes, a slender figure hidden under the cloak, squatted down slightly, and when he got up again, he found that his figure was a bit taller.

The big black cloak swung down, revealing Ruiwen Nalong's perfect slender figure, wearing a bright red aristocratic uniform, and a delicate blood rose decorated with dozens of blood diamonds. The front hills are undulating and swaying.

At night, on the wall of the wilderness border city, because of Ruiwen Nalong at this time, it makes people feel as if they are standing in the palace of the royal family in a trance, beautiful and majestic.

Ruiwen Nalong had a pair of pink-gold high-heeled boots under her feet, and stepped on the black stone of the city wall with a melodious rhythm.

The magical princess, who seemed to have stepped down from the beautiful CG, walked towards Zhou Mo step by step with aristocratic steps that could make the clouds sway along with it.

Zhou Mo, who had just experienced the moment of life and death, and embraced the god of death, smiled a little at a loss, and his laughter was a little desolate.

Ruiwen Nalong was wearing a blue-gold mask, and she couldn't stop her solemnity at this time. Ignoring Zhou Mo's laughter, Ruiwen Nalong walked half a step in front of Zhou Mo, and the towering hills were just a hair away. Touched Zhou Mo's chest.

"The blood of the blood rose, the daughter of the Nalong royal family, Ruiwen? Nalong, here, above the wilderness border town, thank you, Zhou Mo."

"I came to the wilderness to look for the touch, the touch that can ignite the elf fire in my blood. Thank you, Zhou Mo, for using your bravery, your unyielding, and your miracles to move me."

"The cat flutters the butterfly, the cat flutters the butterfly, the butterfly wings are stained with blood, the cat flutters the butterfly!"

Accompanied by the meaningful last sentence, Ruiwen Nalong looked at Zhou Mo's smile, stared at Zhou Mo's black eyes, and there seemed to be a faint smile under the blue-gold mask.

Turning around gracefully, walking back to the original place beautifully, putting on the big black cloak again, covering up the masterpiece of the nature of heaven and earth, and leaving alone.

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