quicksilver blood

Chapter 1 Prologue Black Robe Druid

The pitch-black wind blew across the matte path from west to east, and the branches and leaves of the winged tree were blown by the wind, dancing wildly, but there was no sound.

A shadow of a wolf-headed monkey with a whole body in black silently crouched on a branch blown by the wind, lowered its head and stared coldly at a bush not far away with its dark green eyes, and then disappeared without a sound. In the black wind.

In the direction it was looking at just now, the creaking sound of the carriage wheels gradually came.Before the carriage appeared in sight, a middle-aged man patrolled around, leading a brown and strong horse out of it.

At this moment, the dark wind blew directly into his face.His expression changed, and he immediately turned around and shouted to his companions:

"Wait a minute, it's windy."

With his eyes, he motioned for a young man behind him to take over the horse he was leading, and then took off the cutting sword and its sheath from his waist.

The strong wind blew, and the corners of his clothes were blown up, and he could vaguely see that there was a layer of hard leather under the chain mail he wore outside.

A young man with a monocle frowned and stepped forward, lowering his voice and asking the middle-aged man, "Didn't the wind just pick up last night? Why did the wind pick up twice in three days?"

In his right hand, he was leaning on a crystal wooden cane with a slightly dirty front, but not many scratches.Because of its high quality and low price—of course, mainly because of the latter, low-level wizards like this material very much.From the almost oily head of the staff, it can be seen that he often uses this staff and is not good at maintaining it.

Standing beside the young man was a shield warrior who was slightly fatter and full of beards.Unlike the middle-aged man with a resolute expression and no nationality, this shield warrior with curly brown hair could easily see his Fararao blood.Out of proportion to the large shield behind him, he was wearing a chef's uniform that was stained with grease and too big to fit.

"After all, it's almost the Moon of Shadows (Thirteenth), and the monster doesn't sleep so peacefully. But don't worry, Del Ramos never wakes up before it starts snowing," the expression on the middle-aged man's face was Not so nervous, he handed the sword he was holding in his right hand to his left hand along with the scabbard. He turned slightly and explained to the wizard, "I asked Old John specifically before I decided to take on this task. He said that before the third There won’t be any snow.”

"It's already the 29th."

The wizard frowned, paused his cane vigorously, and emphasized.

The middle-aged man coughed twice in dissatisfaction and raised his voice: "I know. You don't have to worry about this, An Ruosi. You just need to do what you should do, such as giving me those damn monkeys." Run away. I told you when you first came here that the eldest lady in the carriage behind is in a hurry. She is going to Caral to ransom her troublesome brother... So if you still want me to be in your internship report Just sign it and let me focus on what is useful, and don't care about what's there or not."

"I just wanted to say..."

"Okay, little An Ruosi, Macken is not malicious. He is such a person, and I understand him."

More a cook than a shield warrior, the Falaro tapped the young wizard on the shoulder with his fat, greasy fingers.

"Speaking of which, what happened to the druid I rescued earlier? I heard that the young lady treated him?"

"Hmm. It's just a broken kidney caused by the backstab. A stable injury plus encouragement immediately stabilized the breath. But..." The young wizard's brows furrowed deeper, and he muttered dissatisfiedly, "He's a black robe... ..."

"What happened to the black robe?"

The cook raised his eyebrows, with a mocking smile on his lips, "Let me tell you, before doing this job, Macon was still a salary earner, and before that, he did a job with blood on his fingers. …”

"Kluvern!"

The middle-aged man scolded in dissatisfaction.

The chef of Farajo raised his eyebrows, shrugged and said, "Okay, okay, I won't say anything. I just want to prove that career doesn't explain everything about a person. For example, you, I always think you It's a good job now. You're not a bad guy in your bones..."

"Yes, I'm not, but you did it very well," the middle-aged man turned his head, with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, "Also, don't fool the child. What black robes are not black robes, you Bringing him back is probably just a professional habit. I bet you subconsciously carried him back as a girl when you saw the face of that black robe. Lu ran back and sold him to the nightingale on the street corner, I'm afraid he was already counting the money at this point."

"Hey hey..." Kluveen smiled mischievously, "After all, he is a druid, the patron of nature, one looks better than the other. I have an elf before, purebred, not as good-looking as the black robe "It's a pity that it's a man..."

"It's just your experience. Sometimes it's the men who are more expensive."

The middle-aged man scoffed at his old friend.

But soon, the expressions of the three people gradually changed.

"...The wind has been blowing for three minutes."

Macken's face sank and he sighed.

"An Ruosi, go and inform the priests of the two Goddesses of War behind you. Tell them we're in big trouble."

Looking at the pair of dark green eyes that gradually lit up in the pitch-black storm, Macken's face was serious, and a large black rune the size of a tadpole gradually appeared in the brown pupil of his right eye, spreading from his eyes, crawling. Most of Macon's face is covered.

"...But, captain, are you okay here?"

An Ruosi swallowed, a little timidly but also a little excitedly watching the large swath of silhouettes surrounding him.

Macken laughed angrily: "Fuck you, old man, there are less than a hundred monkeys, I'm not relieved yet."

"The real threat is what will come out soon... By the way, you can stop by to see if the druid is awake. If you can get down, bring him here too."

"Whether they can live or not depends on the three of them."

The young wizard quickly recognized the situation, nodded seriously, adjusted his monocle, and immediately ran back to the carriage not far behind.

Hearing the footsteps gradually going away behind him, Macken stared at the still increasing number of dark green eyes, while smiling lowly, he pulled out the Zhanjian in his hand.

"Old man... let's kill these mongrel monkeys first. After all, these monkeys jumping around are too much of a threat to low-level professionals."

Kluvien scratched his scalp with his greasy hands, and without saying a word, he just took off the big shield behind him with a smirk, and with a slight twist, the edge of the shield, which was half a person tall, pierced out. A circle of sharp and bright blades.

The black wind gradually grew stronger.

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