Cataclysmic Transformation Chapter 254: Colorful Stone Fort

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? Caishibao, the river here produced a variety of colorful stones a long time ago. These stones are very beautiful. After a long time, these stones have gradually become scarce. Now they are almost gone, but the name remains Down.

When Ron stepped into this place, he couldn't help but frowned. This town called Caishibao seemed to have experienced a catastrophe. It was devastated, and there were ruined walls everywhere, and the walls were scorched by smoke. .

People in the town are quietly packing their things from the ruins, their faces are filled with speechless grief and anger, and all of them are silent.

Ron and Vivian glanced at each other. The place where there is only one mountain away from the Roland Empire is like he has come to hell. It is full of blood, flames and death.

Where is this place? What is going on here? There was a question mark in Ron's heart, he looked at Vivienne, and Vivienne also shook his head, saying that he didn't know.

"Forget it, ask someone to ask!" Ron thought to himself.

I came to a house half destroyed by the war. The owner of the house was an old man. He looked dumb and was clearing some things that were still needed. The house was gone, and his life had to go on.

"Old man, where is this place, what the **** happened?" Ron walked over to the old man and asked.

The old man glanced at him, ignored him, and continued to do his own thing.

Ron touched a soft nail and had to walk away sadly. He could also see that the old man was not in a good mood.

I asked several people, but they ignored Ron, his expression was rather helpless.

"Ron, it's already dark, I think we should find a place to live first!" Vivien pulled LaRon and said.

"That's all!" Ron said.

They have been out for many days. Barovax College has already opened, but the Undead Department is still not able to recruit a student.

I asked someone for directions and paid some money. Soon, this person took them to a place called a hotel, which is considered to be one of the better-preserved buildings in the war.

A dozen workers are refurbishing here, and the sound of "Ding Ding Dong Dong" is heard on the walls. They repair the damaged places in the hotel one by one. These people are very active in their work because it is colorful. One of the few places in Shibao where you can find a job.

The fat shop owner was lying on the table with a sad face. Although the hotel did not suffer too much from the war, it also suffered a lot of losses. The sudden war also drove all the guests away, the worst The thing is, his business will not be good for a long time, which is why he is worried.

During the war, civilians will always be hurt.

Two thin figures appeared in front of the broken door. The shop owner looked up and said lazily, "Excuse me, you two, there are no workers here!"

Hire workers? Ron felt inexplicable. He looked at himself. Is he so like a worker?

He said immediately, "Sorry, we are passing mercenaries, do you have any rooms here?"

A mercenary?

When the shop owner heard this, he immediately jumped up like a shrimp, walked quickly to Ron, and smiled, "It turns out to be a mercenary, of course there is in the room, please, please..."

Since the war, Ron has been the first and only guest here, so there are many rooms.

Ron followed the shop owner up to the second floor, stepped on the soft wooden boards, and made a "creak" sound.

At this time, Ron couldn't help asking, "Boss, why does this look like this here? It seems... like a war!"

The shop owner sighed, "This is not because of the Holy Roman Empire."

"Holy Roman Empire?" Ron was a little surprised when he heard that the Holy Roman Empire was his hometown, but Ron had no affection for this hometown. He asked, "What the **** is going on? "

At this time, the shop owner came back to his senses and looked at Ron's eyes with a trace of alertness. When Ron asked again, he refused to say anything.

Ron knew in his heart that the people here had just experienced the trauma of war, and I am afraid it would not be so easy to trust himself.

The shop owner took them to the room. There are many rooms, Ron and Vivienne one by one.

After a while, the shopkeeper knocked on the door and brought in some food.

"The room is being renovated, and there is no other way but to wrong the two mercenaries. Let's eat in the room!" The shop owner said with a smile.

"It's okay, it's hard work!" Ron smiled, grabbed a handful of gold coins from the space bag, and the store owner accepted it thankfully.

Ron and Vivienne sat down around the table. The food on the table was not very good, but Ron knew that for the devastated place of Caishibao, it was already very plentiful.

"Ron, what do you think is going on here? It seems like a war has been fought, but the people here are not willing to say anything!" Vivienne said, gnawing on a large pie, she said. Torn the cake in small pieces and put it in your mouth.

"Maybe it’s not in the mood to tell us..." Ron continued, eating something in his mouth, "Follow him, even if it’s a war, we can’t control it. It’s good to be able to save our lives in the war. !"

Vivienne nodded, "Then what should we do next?"

Ron thought for a while, "I will see if you can find some necromancers nearby here tomorrow. Those who are willing to learn necromancers from us, if you can't find them anymore, keep going west until you find them!"

Ron has never been used to uttering the words "ancient undead magic". For him, there is only one type of undead magic, and there is nothing ancient that is not ancient.

Vivienne nodded gently.

"Take a rest early, and have to hurry tomorrow!" Ron dropped a word before leaving and went back to his room.

……

Night descended on the earth quietly, there was no starlight in the silent sky, only the moon hung high in the sky, shining on the earth.

Ron was lying on the bed, tossing and turning, but couldn't sleep. For a while, he thought of Grandpa Khomelin, the next moment he thought of undead magic, and the next moment he thought of his important task of enrolling students, and the kind of student who has never been able to recruit students. A deep sense of frustration.

Unconsciously, Ron fell asleep in a daze.

At some point, the moon quietly hid in the clouds, and the earth fell into darkness.

At this time, the wall of Ron’s room moved slightly, and a semi-transparent figure appeared. The figure was like a fog and approached the bed cautiously. His steps were slow and his body was as light as the wind. The darkness just acted as his protective umbrella.

The translucent black shadow held his breath and came to a place about three feet in front of Ron's bed. At this time, after speaking later and then quickly, the black shadow suddenly accelerated and leaped on the bed, a bag of space. The middle light flashed, and a dagger with cold light appeared in the hand of the black shadow.

"Porch--"

The short dagger stabbed fiercely into Ron's quilt, and pierced deeply.

Successful?

There was a hint of joy in the black shadow's eyes, and soon, he felt something wrong. It didn't feel like piercing the human body.

At this moment, a cold voice appeared behind Sombra, "Who are you? Why did you come to assassinate me?"

Ron had already woke up, he had been paying attention to the assassin's every move, until he threw his sword at him, he used the haze technique to escape.

Ron could see that this was an extremely professional assassin, and he was quick and accurate, leaving no room for it.

The thieves are divided into trainee thieves, thieves, assassins, elite assassins, and saints. The strength of this thieves has reached the level of assassins, that is, the division-level powerhouse.

A flash of horror flashed in the assassin's eyes. He didn't expect that he would expose his whereabouts, but as a professional assassin, only one word came to his mind at this moment.

Run!

If you miss a hit, you will immediately escape. This is a must-have code for an assassin, and there is a motto in the assassin code.

"A thief who will not run away is not a good thief, and an assassin who fights with people is not a good assassin!"

Ron naturally saw the thoughts of the assassin. He sneered, "Hehe, want to escape? There are no doors!"

The window is the most convenient place to escape. Ron guards this place. The assassin has no choice but to escape through the gate.

"Death Coil!"

A cyan air mass was slammed out, and it blasted straight to the back of the assassin's head. This undead magic called Death Coil also included mental attacks in addition to ** damage.

Ron thought well. He wanted to take advantage of the moment when the opponent lost his senses to capture him.

Seeing the death entanglement, Sombra could not escape smoothly, he rolled on the spot, avoiding Ron's attack.

I have to say that the evasion ability of thieves is high.

Seeing that there was no way to escape, the black shadow rushed viciously with a pair of daggers in his hands.

The thieves are not unable to fight, but they are not necessary. If they really want to fight, the thieves can also burst out formidable combat power in an instant.

"Insidious attack!"

"Backstab!"

"Eviscerate!"

"Cut!"

"..."

A series of blows made Ron a mess. He propped up the "bone shield" and desperately resisted the opponent's attack. The bone shield was drawn with deep sword marks.

"Bone Spear!"

A White Sensen's bone spear appeared in Ron's hand, and he fought the assassin with a spear in one hand and a shield in the other.

The assassin had never seen such a way of fighting before, and he was obviously startled. At this time, Ron even rushed to attack. For a while, the assassin was in a hurry.

"Dark Vision!"

Ron’s eyes suddenly shone brightly, and a trace of cursing power was instantly transmitted to the assassin’s mind. In an instant, the assassin felt that the assassin’s eyes suddenly became blurred. In shock, even his moves appeared. Panicked.

Looking at a neutral position, Ron knocked out his dagger, and then, the bone prison suddenly rose from the ground, firmly trapping the assassin, and as he was struggling, a cold bone spear resisted Up his chest.

"Don't move! Otherwise I will kill you!" Ron threatened.

The man didn't move as expected, he looked up and down Ron with his eyes, looking very surprised.

Ron breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a little grateful in his heart. It seems that this assassin really can't be underestimated, otherwise he will explain it here today. He asked coldly, "Who are you? Who asked you to kill me? ?"