Night Raven Master

Chapter 603 Rebellion Organization
The knight widened his eyes, looking at the group of people around him, his expression was a little excited:
"You, you are!?"

What he saw in front of him were all human races.

Thirteen's outfits were different from what he remembered, but they were undoubtedly "terran-style" outfits.

Finally out of the clutches of the demons!

"How do I go back to Emperu Kingdom!?"

He asked excitedly.

However, he noticed that after hearing his words, the group of people in front of him all showed pity in their eyes.

Just like the look in the eyes of the coward who gave up resistance by the demons and those who called the prison "ranch"!

Suddenly, anger broke out in his heart.

However, the hope of going back is still on them. The kingdom he lives in, the land he lives in, his lover, his family, his friends, and the king he is loyal to are still in prison.

He needs to find reinforcements, he wants to rescue His Majesty!Kill all the damn demons!
However, what ushered in was words that made him even more angry:
"Which 'ranch' are you from?"

"you!!!"

The knight's anger could no longer be restrained, he stepped forward thousands of times, surging fighting spirit gushed out from his body and gathered on his fists.

However, at this moment, a ray of light fell on his body, and the hazy light, like a strong chain, imprisoned his body in place.

"Emperu Kingdom disappeared with the defeat of the human race 2000 years ago."

The middle-aged man holding a brown-black long stick made of wood or some other material looked at him with pity:
"The same goes for the Kingdom of Gogol, and the tyrannical Bite Empire. They all fell under the attack of the demons after the failure of the 'braves'."

He looked at the knight and said:

"What's your name?"

Under a strong sense of oppression, the knight gritted his teeth and spit out a few syllables:
"Doro."

"Doro, right? Now think of a name for yourself, a name that has nothing to do with your experience, and we will call you by this name."

The middle-aged man's tone was indifferent:

"I'm George, you'll call me by that name from now on."

After speaking, he turned and left:

"Don't act rashly. If you are discovered by the demons, we will kill you before they kill you. If you want to die, we don't want to."

Under the angry and stunned gaze of the knight, the man turned and left.

The others also shook their heads and left here.

Only the little man who had turned into a mole-like creature in the first place was still sitting not far from him.

After several people left, they gathered in another house.

"Another idiot who believes in false memories."

A young man gritted his teeth.

"After all, all their cognition is based on false memories. If they don't realize that their memories are false, they will not be able to trust us that easily."

A young woman next to her shook her head, her face covered with horrific scars.

At this time, a passerby-faced male who looked to be in his 30s and ordinary appearance raised his eyelids and said in a low voice:

"Such a small scale can't make any impact at all."

Hearing his words, the middle-aged man with the cane was a little puzzled:
"Dot, what do you want to do?"

The man named Daut looked up:

"Joge, besides us, there should be other human races who have formed similar organizations, right? And, not only for survival, but also for bigger goals."

He clenched his fists with an unwilling gesture:
"Can we just linger in the shadow of the demons?"

"We did everything we could just to survive."

Joe shook his head:

"There are demons everywhere. If we don't use magic to cover this place, we will be discovered by the demons soon."

"Yes."

Daut sighed: "I have tried my best just to survive, and, even if there are other organizations, even the demons can't find them, let alone us?"

He turned around and walked towards the resting room:
"The food is almost running out, and I will try to find a way to get some back tomorrow."

After all, he left this narrow "meeting room".

As he left, the woman with the scars all over her face took a look at him.

Although she wasn't the only one looking at her, her eyes were slightly different.

"The magic of concealment is used, but it seems to be slightly different from the original magic system of this world. Player?"

Outside the residence, Art stared at the building deep underground.

This building located below the town has two or three underground passages leading to the outside world.

As he expected, the players in Game Kingdom were not too stupid not to notice this.

Even people who are relatively close to Prince Bennett's territory here have already set up traps here, trying to contact the resistance organization of the human race.

Just don't know when it will come.

Art shook his head, his bait seemed useless.

Although the Eye of Eclipse has not been discovered, it probably won't work if it falls into the trap of other players. Even if it catches a fish, it will fall into the trap of other players.

But it doesn't matter, anyway, he doesn't plan to choose forces to join now.

Then go and see what's going on with Prince Bennett first.

With the appearance of a dark elf, under the gloating eyes of the hotel owner, Art left the hotel.

However, as he was heading towards Bennett's castle, suddenly, a voice sounded in his ear:

"Hey, guest, do you want to visit the market?"

Hearing the reputation, a light figure walked out of the corner and appeared in his field of vision.

It was a strange-looking creature, like a pool of mud, a bit like a slime, but more like a wriggling mass of flesh and blood.

Accompanied by the sound, its tentacles, like drops of melted wax, waved.

"Synthetic organisms? Or some kind of demon race?" A suspicion emerged in Yate's mind. He glanced at it from the perspective of doom, and after confirming that it was just a trick, he watched it silently with Daemon's taciturn habit, and motioned for it to continue.

"If you are lucky enough to find ancient artworks and treasures from various ruins, you will be able to get some good things. If you enter here, no one will track you down, no matter what you sell or buy. "

Black market?
As soon as Art heard it, he understood what this thing meant by the bazaar.

He casually threw out a few gem coins filled with magic power that he had robbed from a demon, and he followed them into the so-called market.

(End of this chapter)