Colored Stone Fort, a colorful stone was produced in the river here a long time ago. These stones are very beautiful. After a long time, these stones have gradually become rare. Now there are almost none, but the name has been retained.
When Ron stepped into here, he couldn't help frowning. This town called Colored Stone Fort seemed to have experienced a catastrophe.
The people in the town were silently packing up their things from the ruins, their faces filled with silent grief and indignation, and none of them said a word.
Ron and Vivienne looked at each other. How could they leave the Roland Empire just one mountain away? It was as if they had come to hell. The place was full of blood, flames and death.
where is this What the hell is going on here? There was a question mark in Ron's heart. He looked at Vivienne, and Vivienne shook her head, expressing that she didn't know.
"Forget it, ask someone!" Ron thought to himself.
I came to a house that was half destroyed by the war. The owner of the house was an old man. He looked blank and was cleaning up some useful things. The home was gone, and life had to go on.
"Old man, what is this place, what happened?" Ron walked to the old man and asked.
The old man glanced at him, ignored him, but continued to do his own thing.
Ron hit a soft nail and had to walk away resentfully. He could also see that the old man was not in a good mood.
After asking a few people, Ron was ignored, and his expression was quite helpless.
"Ron, it's getting dark, I think we'd better find a place to live first!" Vivienne pulled Ron and said.
"That's the way it is!" said Ron.
It has been many days since they came out, and Balovaks College has already started school, but the Undead Department still cannot recruit a single student.
I found someone to ask for directions, paid some money, and soon, this person took them to a place called a hotel, which was considered to be one of the better preserved buildings during the war.
More than a dozen workers are renovating here, and the sound of "nailing and thumping" is constantly coming from the walls. They repair the damaged places in the hotel one by one. These people are very active in their work, because this is the color stone castle One of the few places where you can find a job.
The fat shop owner is lying on the table with a sad face. Although the hotel has not been greatly affected by the war, it has also suffered a lot of losses. The sudden war also drove away all the guests. The worst thing is, His business will not be very good for a long time, which is why he is worried.
During war, it is always civilians who suffer.
Two thin figures appeared in front of the broken gate. The shop owner looked up and said lazily, "Excuse me, both of you, this place is no longer hiring workers!"
Hire workers? Ron felt baffled and looked at himself. Does he look like a worker
He immediately said, "Excuse me, we are passing mercenaries, do you have any rooms here?"
Mercenaries
When the shop owner heard this, he immediately jumped up like a shrimp, walked quickly to Ron, and smiled all over his face, "So it's Mr. Mercenary, of course there is a room, please, this way please..."
Ron had been the first and only guest here since the war, so there was plenty of room.
Ron followed the shop owner up to the second floor, stepping on the soft wooden boards, making a "squeak, squeak" sound.
At this moment, Ron couldn't help asking, "Boss, why did this place become like this? It seems... It's like a war!"
The shop owner sighed, "It's not because of the Holy Roman Empire."
"Holy Roman Empire?" Ron was a little surprised when he heard it. The Holy Roman Empire was his hometown, but Ron had no feelings for this hometown at all. He asked, "What's going on?"
At this time, the shop owner came back to his senses and looked at Ron with a hint of vigilance in his eyes. 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 it might not be so easy to trust themselves.
The shop owner took them to the room. There were many rooms, one for each of Ron and Vivienne.
After a while, the store owner knocked on the door and brought in some food.
"The room is being renovated, there is no other way, I can only wrong the two mercenaries, let's eat in the room!" The shop owner said with a smile.
"It's okay, thanks for your hard work!" Ron smiled, grabbed a handful of gold coins from the interspatial bag, and the shop owner accepted them gratefully.
Ron and Vivian sat down around the table. The food on the table was not very good, but Ron knew that it was already very rich for the devastated place of Colored Stone Fort.
"Ron, what do you think is going on here? It seems like a war has been fought, but the people here refuse to say anything!" Vivienne said while gnawing on a piece of pie, and she took small pieces of the pie tear it apart and put it in your mouth.
"Maybe you're not in the mood to tell us..." Ron continued, eating something in his mouth, "Whatever, even if it's really a war, we can't control it. It's pretty good to save your life in the flames of war!"
Vivian nodded, "Then what should we do next?"
Ron thought for a while, "See if you can find some necromancers around here tomorrow. Those who are willing to learn necromancer magic from us, if you can't find them anymore, go west until you find them!"
Ron is still not used to saying the words "ancient undead magic". For him, there is only one kind of undead magic, and there is nothing ancient or not ancient.
Vivienne nodded slightly.
"Go to bed early, we have to hurry tomorrow!" Ron said before leaving and returned to his room.
…
Night fell 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 unable to sleep. For a moment he thought of Grandpa Homelin, the next moment he thought of undead magic, and the next moment he thought of the heavy responsibility of recruiting students on him, and the deep feeling that he had never been able to recruit students. frustration.
Before he knew it, Ron fell asleep in a daze.
I don't know when, the moon quietly hid in the clouds, and the earth entered darkness.
At this time, the wall of Ron's room moved slightly, and a translucent figure appeared. The figure was like a mist, and he approached the bed cautiously. His steps were very slow, and his body was as light as the wind. took his umbrella.
This translucent black shadow came to about three feet in front of Ron's bed with breathless breath. Suddenly, a dagger with a cold light appeared in the black shadow's hand.
"Porf—"
The short dagger stabbed hard into Ron's quilt, and pierced deeply.
Got it
There was a hint of joy in Heiying's eyes, and soon he felt something was wrong, it didn't feel like piercing into the human body.
At this time, a cold voice appeared behind Sombra, "Who are you? Why did you come to assassinate me?"
Ron had already woken up, and he had been paying attention to the assassin's every move until he raised his sword and rushed, and he used the fog shadow technique to escape.
Ron could tell that this was an extremely professional assassin, with quick, accurate and ruthless shots, leaving no room for error.
Thieves are divided into trainee thieves, thieves, assassins, elite assassins, and killers. The strength of this thief has reached the level of an assassin, that is, a master-level strongman.
A gleam of horror flashed in the assassin's eyes. He never expected that his whereabouts would be exposed, but as a professional assassin, there was only one word in his mind at this moment.
escape!
If you miss a hit, you will run away immediately. This is an essential rule of an assassin, and there is a motto in the rules of the assassin.
"A thief who can't escape is not a good thief, and an assassin who fights is not a good assassin!"
Ron naturally saw the assassin's thoughts, he sneered, "Hehe, want to escape? There is no door!"
The window is the most convenient place to escape. Ron guarded this place, and the assassin had no choice but to escape through the gate.
"Death entanglement!"
A cloud of cyan air was flung out and hit the back of the assassin's head. This undead magic called Death Coil included not only physical damage, but also mental attack.
Ron thought very well, he wanted to take advantage of the moment when the opponent lost his mind, and capture him.
Seeing that the death entanglement was coming, the black shadow could not escape smoothly, so he rolled on the spot, dodging Ron's attack.
It has to be said that the evasion ability of thieves is high.
Seeing that there was no way to escape, the black shadow rushed up viciously with two daggers in his hands.
It's not that the thieves can't fight, but it's unnecessary. If they really want to fight, the thieves can burst out with powerful fighting power in an instant.
"Shadow Attack!"
"Backstab!"
"Eviscerate!"
"Cutting!"
"..."
A series of blows made Ron flustered. He propped up the "bone shield" and desperately resisted the opponent's attack. The bone shield was scratched with deep sword marks.
"Bone Spear!"
A white 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 fighting style before, and he was obviously taken aback. At this time, Ron stepped up his attack, and the assassin was in a hurry.
"Dark vision!"
Ron's eyes suddenly lit up, and a trace of curse power was instantly sent to the assassin's mind. In an instant, the assassin's eyes suddenly became blurred, and even his moves seemed flustered under the shock.
Looking at a gap, Ron knocked out his dagger. Immediately afterwards, the bone prison suddenly rose from the ground, trapping the assassin firmly. Just as he was struggling, a cold bone spear pressed against his chest.
"Don't move! Or I'll kill you!" Ron threatened.
Sure enough, the man did not move. He looked up and down Ron with a pair of eyes, looking very surprised.
Ron breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a little rejoiced in his heart. It seems that this assassin really shouldn't be underestimated, otherwise he would have confessed here today. He asked coldly, "Who are you? Who asked you to kill me?"