Edge of the Apocalypse Chapter 1354: Mokdan (2)
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"Is that all I have to say? Lamer, then you get off quickly, or do you want to stay and see me and Ijeluka make love?" Baal patted the adjutant's powder back, the latter just So standing in front of the violent demon, he bent down. She spread her legs and propped her hands on the ground.
Baal demonstratively smiled at Ramo. Ramo shook his head and ended the communication. Baal did not intend to stop, and sprinted **** the woman. Yijeluka hummed softly while still asking: "My lord, do you want me to let someone stare at that dark king."
"No, **** and wasteland co-owner, just sounding majestic. Even if he has the courage to attack Mokdan, let him attack it, I'm worried that there is nothing to do."
"In this case, the subordinates know."
Ba Li hummed, and then said: "Raise your **** a little bit."
"Yes, my lord."
Ijeluka put her hands on her knees, pushing her two long legs straight, doing her best to please Baal.
Allen looked at himself in the mirror with satisfaction. The camouflage device provided by Grice changed the original color of his skin. Now Alan's skin in the mirror is dark, no different from the Barr. At the same time, there is a short horn on the front of the forehead. Except for the appearance of human beings, the other places are like a real Baer. Although there are humans in Mokdan, they are still slaves, not to mention their scarcity. Before coming here, Grice suggested that he do a little disguise, otherwise a human will show up in Morkdan swayingly. What's the difference between that and self-disclosure?
"Tracey, what do you think?"
Ellen walked out of the bedroom. In the living room of this hotel, Tracey was playing with her dagger in a chatty manner. Seeing Alan's current disguise, she nodded and said: "This is indeed much better, at least not so conspicuous."
"That's fine, let's go, look at this fortress city."
Trisley looked at Belmode by the window: "Is he going too?"
"No, Belmode has another mission." Allen said.
Belmod smiled and nodded, and said to Tracey: "Your lord's safety is yours."
"Don't make me feel weak." Allen objected.
Belmod shrugged and went straight out the window, now there was no figure. Tracey took Alan's arm and smiled and said: "Great, then only you and me will be left for the rest of the time."
Looking at her slightly ill-intentioned smile, Allen suddenly felt that it seemed not a good idea to let Belmode first go to explore the dark chess set in the city.
Traceli ignored Alan's thoughts and pulled him out of the hotel and onto the streets of Morkdan.
This city deserves to be known as the gateway to the south, with magnificent buildings and majestic sculptures abound. The streets are even more crowded, with six lanes of various types of vehicles coming and going, and there are flying ships flying in the sky. Even at night, the lights on the street are shining, creating a prosperous scene of Mokdan.
"Are the cities of the Shadow Empire so lively?" Allen asked, if he did it personally, it would be hard to imagine that there would be such a bustling city on Agareth. Except for the differences in the city's residents and architectural styles, Allen almost thought he had returned to Babylon.
"How is it possible." Tracey took Allen's hand and said: "The Moying Kingdom and Duobia have been fighting for many years, and the wars are mostly concentrated in the eastern part of the Great Six Bridge. The towns in the south are rarely affected by the war. , So there can be a prosperous city like Mokdan. If you go to the eastern region to see, even if it is a well-known city, it is not as prosperous as Mokdan. Those places may have just been rebuilt today, and they will be given to Duo tomorrow. Biya’s artillery bombardment. Over the years, buildings have been mostly practical, so there would be no such extravagance as Mokdan. You can see such sculptures everywhere."
She looked at the black stone sculpture in the center of a small square ahead.
"You know a lot." Allen said casually: "Last time I heard you talk about your home, is it in the east?"
There was a rare panic on Trisili’s face, she barely smiled and said: “I’m just talking nonsense, where can someone like me have a home. But I did go to many places in the Demon Shadow Nation. After all, I was a killer before I served Azers. But because of this, I can't stay in the Demon Kingdom anymore. Otherwise, who wants to go all the way to the wasteland."
Alan knew she didn't want to mention something, so she stopped entangled. As for the reason Trisley went to the wasteland, the people on the wasteland are probably the same.
"It looks great here, go, I'll buy you a drink."
It turns out that the two have already strolled to a bar. The bar is not small in scale. There are three floors inside and outside, with a terrace on it. The business is also very hot, bringing the noisy music with local characteristics of Mokdan from the bar to the street. At the entrance of the bar, five or six exposed women are attracting passing guests. Among human beings, Alan is also considered young and handsome. But on Agares, women of the Bar ethnic group seem to look at men more and pay more attention to their power. Therefore, when Alan gave Trisilila over, the women only glanced at Alan, but they were far from enthusiasm. They even greeted Alan and them coldly into the bar.
It was almost impossible to move in the bar, and Tracey simply released a trace of murderous aura, frightening the people who were squeezing in front of them and quickly letting go. Mokdan is no better than those cities in the east that are often baptized by artillery fire, but there is no shortage of battles in this fortress city every day. Over time, even ordinary people living in this city have some vision. Several men who originally wanted to make fun of Trisley, after feeling the murderous aura she deliberately released, they all let go.
After all, although Tracey is beautiful, her life is obviously more important than a woman.
Finally, in a remote corner of the bar, the two people found a seat to sit down. Tracey gave Alan a gesture and said loudly: "I'm going to get the wine." The voice in the bar was so loud that I couldn't hear it without shouting. Alan nodded and watched Trisley leave, watching the people around him with interest. In the past, people who saw the Barr would associate this race with words such as war and blood. It is only now that they are in it, that they actually have a hedonic nature, otherwise there would be no place like a bar in Mokdan.
It’s just that the genes of the Baal people make them full of aggressiveness. Because of their special genes, the lives that can be considered as descendants of Alice are pushed against alliances like Idahuastar and the Earth Federation. Level.
Allen laughed like self-deprecating, thinking that he is not a scholar, and that it is better to leave it to others to have the headache of confrontation and historical roots. At this moment, he faintly heard the word "Dark King" as if he was talking about himself, and he couldn't help but **** his ears.