Cataclysmic Transformation Chapter 823: The picket

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"Damn, who is not long-eyed, dares to ignore the orders of the Red Silk Legion?"

As a loud noise sounded, Mrs. Marquis’s tavern door was "slammed--" open. Then, dozens of people "hullah--" poured in. For a while, this The deserted tavern is suddenly very lively.

The first person is a sturdy man with a height of nearly 2 meters. His name is Dunlkosk. This guy is dressed in a simple leather armor. His muscles are protruding, and two small eyes like green beans radiate. With fierce light, there is nothing wrong with him, he is a barbarian.

The barbarian tribe located between humans and orcs is just a small race in the Noah Continent, with a small population, only a few million women and children. Due to the small number, the barbarian tribe does not turn to men and women. Both young and old are good at fighting and are powerful. Although they belong to human beings, they tend to place emphasis on orcs in their cultivation.

So, these barbarians are all muscular and tyrannical generations, men and women are the same, not only that, barbarians are also proficient in various weapons, especially throwing weapons, such as hand axes, javelins, etc., on the battlefield Above, this is a force that cannot be ignored.

When the Red Silk Legion descended on the Noah Continent, the barbarian tribe took the lead in surrendering the Red Silk Legion and even sacrificed their lives for them. This move surprised many people.

Of course, surrendering to the Red Silk Legion still has great benefits, especially when the Red Silk Legion is in full swing, Dunlkosk is just a little chief of the Barbarian tribe, and he was picked up without much effort. The captain, and his strength, with the help of the Red Silk Legion, broke through from the master level to the elementary level in one fell swoop, becoming the sanctuary powerhouse everyone dreams of.

Dunlkosk has a deep understanding of the strength of the Red Silk Legion and is more willing to work for the Legion.

The picket team nominally monitors, inspects, and manages people’s behavior of wearing armbands and red silk legion logos, but in fact, the pickets have great powers. They can arrest anyone without interrogation and throw them in the black In the prison, they slowly tortured them, and no one knew even if they died in prison.

In short, the picket team is a fascinating organization. The black prison is even more gruesome. Basically in the Undercity, as long as Dunlkosk shouts at that voice, even if it is law-abiding Of people will be frightened with weak legs.

But now, Dunlkosk is a little surprised. The guy in the Necromancer costume without any red silk legion logo is sitting there stabbingly, eating the beef that has just been prepared, with a calm face. Drinking ale, did not put them in the eyes.

"My lord, it's him!"

This is the time. One person points to the table. Needless to say, it is the man who ran out to inform the informant. At this moment, he has a flattering smile on his face and stares at Dunlkosk expectantly. Glancing at the necromancer with smirking eyes.

"Master Dunlkosk!"

Maggis had no choice but to run out to salute Dunlkosk, while Christine on the side gave the informant a vicious look, her eyes full of contempt.

At this moment, the few guests in the tavern ran away, only the mother and daughter of Magis, the pickets, and the young man who didn't wear any signs were there.

"Yo! Not bad!"

Dunlkosk laughed. "I heard someone report that in broad daylight, some people wandered around the street without armbands, and even entered the tavern to drink. To be honest, I still don’t believe it very much... Now there are people who have this The brave dare to disobey the orders of the Red Silk Legion!"

He lightly nodded and sneered, "Necromancer...Haha...Necromancer..."

At this moment, Tunlkosk narrowed his eyes, and for a moment, the hearts of the pickets who followed suddenly shrank. This was a signal for Master Tunlkosk to kill.

"Who the **** do you think you are?"

While talking, Dunrkosk violently raised his leg and kicked a table next to him. The poor table "touched—" hit the wall and fell apart...

This moment of standing, the tense atmosphere in the house suddenly dropped to freezing point, and the murderous intent was overflowing, making Mrs. Magis and Christine's mother and daughter trembling with fright.

However, the guy in the costume of the necromancer was unaffected. He was eating without anyone else, and from time to time he drank a sip of the fragrant ale, as if they were in the air, and then raised his head. Here, I glanced at Dunlkosk and spit out a word gently.

"Get out!"

"What?"

Not only Dunlkosk and his pickets, but even Magis’ mother and daughter were stunned. They didn’t seem to believe their ears, and an absurd thought came up in everyone’s mind, this guy If he wasn't looking for death, he would definitely be a lunatic.

No one dared to provoke the authority of the picket, even if it is impossible for the strong of the gods, because behind them is the red silk legion, maybe a strong of the gods can easily kill Dunlkosk, but he will definitely suffer The Red Silk Legion was chased by the many powerful people in the Gods' Domain. Under the iron-fisted rule of the Red Silk Legion, there would never be a strong person who would not obey orders and uncontrollable.

Dunrkosk was stunned for more than ten seconds, and stood there like a fool. He didn't know how to deal with this matter with his barbaric wisdom. The reason was simple, because there was no precedent.

No one on the continent of Noah dared to say "no" to the Red Silk Legion since the fall of the Scourge Church.

However, Dunlkosk would not think that the young man in front of him is a strong man in God's Domain, the reason is very simple, because he is too young.

"Hahahaha..."

Dunrkosk, who recovered from the shock, laughed, "Okay, very good, it's the first time I met someone like you...interesting!"

"I wanted to use your flesh and blood to wash my steel axe, but I thought about it, this method of death is too cheap for you..." Dunlkosk stared at the necromancer coldly, his face The smile on the face was cruel and hideous.

"I think you should be arrested and thrown into the black jail of the picket. You have to go through 80 kinds of torture. Don't worry, we have professional executioners, who can guarantee you enjoyment of life. The whole process..."

Hearing this, Christine sighed from the bottom of her heart. This guy... is definitely dead. Basically no one who enters the black jail can survive, whether he is guilty or not.

Margis's heart is extremely nervous. She is afraid that this matter will affect her. After all, people were caught in her tavern. She has already calculated how many gold coins will be needed to satisfy Duner. Kosk's appetite.

The strange thing is that the young necromancer still sits still, his elegant fingers holding a knife and fork, dancing on the plate of beef in front of him, and the cooked beef covered with sauce is sent piece by piece. Into the mouth.

"Catch me!"

Dunrkosk tidyed up his clothes and sternly shouted. He seemed to hear the cold shouts of the players, and the young man struggling unwillingly, but was eventually caught and thrown into the dark prison. , He could even hear the sound of the torture instrument torturing the flesh, and the poor young man howling and begging for mercy.

For a long while, no one moved, and the tavern was silent. It was so quiet that you could hear a needle falling on the ground, except for the sound of the necromancer's hands touching the knife and fork.

Everything that Dunlkosk thought did not happen!

"You guys! Are you all deaf? I told you to catch this guy..."

Dunlkosk became furious and shouted at the pickets.

Still not moving!

At this moment, Dunlkosk suddenly felt something wrong, and the cold sweat on his forehead ran down with a "Wh--", and he looked back. I saw that the men he brought with him were standing there with their mouths wide open, stunned, motionless, and they had already lost their life characteristics.

"Bang...bang...bang..."

Dozens of people fell down at the same time, and the pickets without their vital signs were corpses.

"What?"

Dunlkosk was truly shocked this time. Just now, the twenty or thirty men he brought with him lost their lives silently.

All this is like magic!

How did he do it? This Necromancer... who is it?

Dunrkosk’s fingers were trembling, and his heart was full of fear. He had too many questions in his heart. He didn’t know the identity of the opponent, and he didn’t know the strength of the opponent, but one thing was basically certain. The face in front of him was calm. The young man who eats beef and drinks ale is far above him.

Could it be... he is a strong man in the domain of God?

Thinking of this, Dunlkosk's heart was hit hard, and his mind was completely awake.

Go!

Out of the instinct of life, Dunrkosk yelled, like a wounded beast, rushing out of the door.

"Bang--" there was a sound.

Without warning, Dunlkosk’s head burst open like a watermelon, and blood mixed with brains splashed on the door of the tavern...

Dunlkosk died and took a person's life. It turned out to be that simple. Of course, this was for the sitting young man in black robes. He didn't even move his chair.

"Woo--"

Marquis and Christine hugged tightly in fright, their bodies trembling, and their faces were as pale as paper. All these changes in front of them were so fast. The guy who had just become the prey, blinked. Turned into a hunter.

Although they don't know what happened, everything in front of them is obvious.

Who would have thought that this young man in the robe of the Necromancer had hidden such a powerful strength?

This indifferent young man is still sitting there, as if everything that happened here has nothing to do with him. He ate the beef in front of him unhurriedly, put down his knife and fork, and finished the glass of ale. , Took out a white handkerchief from his arms, gently wiped his lips, and put it back. At this time, he slowly stood up and walked gently in front of Magis and his mother and daughter.

"You... don't hurt my daughter..."

In front of the terrifyingly strong young man, Magis tried to pretend to be calm. In fact, she was terrified to the extreme in her heart and her voice trembled slightly.

Kristin was held tightly in her arms by her mother. At this moment, she could really see the face of the terrifying young man. It was an ordinary and featureless face.

It's just that this face gave Christine a very familiar feeling. She tried to remember that she must have seen this face somewhere.

Finally, Christine's mind flashed, and the young man's face in front of her completely overlapped with the face in the Undercity Square...

"It's him!"

Christine was stunned, it was a name that resounded throughout the continent of Noah...

The young man smiled. He stretched out his left hand, gently touched Christine's hair, squeezed her small face, and whispered Magis.

"The beef here is well done, but the ale is a bit weaker..."

After speaking, the young man smiled slightly, and without looking back, he strode out.

Saved!

Mrs. Marquis was relieved, but the daughter in her arms screamed.

"Ron...you are Ron!"

Christine violently broke free from Mrs. Magis' embrace, and rushed out the door like an arrow from the string, but at this moment, but, outside the open door, where is the shadow of the young man seen there?

"Master Ron...He is finally back!"

Kristin has a warm heart. Having lived in the Undercity for many years, she knows what Ron's arrival means. At this moment, there is hope again in her heart.

Ron is back!

Yes, Ron is back. At this moment, Ron is walking on the empty street in the center of the Undercity, his steps are firm. In his eyes, the fire of revenge is burning...