The Etiquette of the Soldiers is To Meet Up

　　 At this time, in the middle of Gloria, outside a small secluded courtyard, two uninvited guests came outside the wall.

　　 Inside the yard, the maple trees that were originally as beautiful as fire became a bit desolate under the pale moonlight, but at this time the leaves were no longer as luxuriantly in autumn, but rather prematurely aging. The withered leaves barely hung on the dry branches, and the original dense posture became sparse.

　　 There seemed to be no one in the house at this time. The silent and dark house swallowed all the light, leaving only silent darkness spreading. Silver moon, desolate, dark, such a terrifying and paradoxical atmosphere seemed to be the beginning of a horror movie, and the maple trees in the courtyard seemed to have turned into countless ghosts and ghosts.

　　 "Morlia, shall we go in and take a look?" An encrypted voice in the shadow passed into the ears of the companion next to her.

　　 "John, our goal is to find these lurking mice in the dark."

　　 "And the rest, naturally there will be a commissioner from the executive department to clean up the beginning and the end."

　　 "Besides, we two wizards go directly in, I am afraid it is not to die." The man called Moria said.

　　 "Then let's just wait for this task, how long will I have to pay off the debt." John wailed helplessly.

　　 "Shut up, John, do you want to draw the people out of them." Moria yelled in a low voice.

　　 But the breeze is fading around, only the sound of the wind blowing over the leaves, and occasionally the barking sounds of some distant domestic dogs.

　　 "Didn't we use voice transmission?" John muttered unconsciously, but he still didn't say it.

　　 Time passed slowly. During this period, some people passed by this secluded path, but they never noticed anything unusual here.

　　 "Morlia, when will the follow-up personnel arrive?" John asked boredly after being quiet for a while.

　　 "Morlia, Moria."

　　 But at this time, Moriah didn't speak, and he felt something was wrong in his heart. After looking at the time, it was time to say anything.

The two of them are the executive minister of Gloria City, Angus who was sent to rescue the emergency after asking for help, but I don’t know how it happened. There have been more recent extraordinary incidents than before. The executions around Gloria City The Ministry has almost everything at hand, and can only send some material resources to Gloria City, while the most scarce human resources cannot be sent.

　　 And Moria and the two finally took time out first. According to common sense, generally, those who apply for assistance to the superior will be dispatched on the scale of a standard combat team. That is, there is at least one spellcaster, one rogue, one warrior, and one archer.

　　 The most popular spellcaster in this squad is the priest, of course, the priest who intensively cures the light, not the priest who has practiced the discipline of the light and then added a buff to himself before the battle and picked up the flail.

　　 And archers don't actually use bows and arrows. They are equipped with special firearms specially designed for the archer profession. I have to admit that the power of the guns can still be guaranteed in the Dark Iron Stage, that is, the extraordinary initial stage.

　　 Even ordinary firearms can cause damage to combatants. It is difficult for combatants to escape from a full fire. However, this situation is still very rare. After all, it is still possible to go without resistance.

　　 Originally, the profession of spellcaster needed the protection of comrades in the beginning. The two spellcasters, Moria and John, should have assembled a small team before starting. But firstly, the surrounding cities couldn't get people together. Secondly, the two of them were two-person teams from the beginning.

　　 This method is very unreasonable, and it is also a strictly prohibited behavior during the training of the transcendent, but the people are determined to do so, and the two have been able to complete various tasks without incident. That is a special case.

　　 "Let's go." Moria made a decision after a turn of his mind, and said to John who was beside him.

　　 His perception has always been very keen, and he can make decisive decisions at various critical moments, which is why the two of them have been able to perform so many tasks without incident.

　　Before they came, they were told by Angus to secretly enter the city and search for the evil places in the city, that is, those places that are likely to hold the strange rituals of summoning evil gods, offering blood and blood, and **** massacre.

　　 They had already found a very suspicious location, and they had already sent a message for help. They could crush the opponent to pieces just waiting for the arrival of the large forces. But the current situation is very wrong. His message has been sent out for a while, and the follow-up support has not yet arrived. This is a very abnormal thing.

　　 "Brother, we may not be able to leave." John said as always, but there was more calmness and tremor in the voice that used to be full of laughter.

After hearing this, Moria's divergent thoughts suddenly condensed, and he looked up in the shadows and looked forward. With the addition of dark vision and eagle eye skills, he clearly saw a person wearing a black robe coming from a distance. The mysterious man with his hood drooped his head slightly, holding a long stick in his hand.

　　 Da, Da, Da, clear voices were carried to their ears wrapped in the night wind, and the other's cane was mentioned one by one, as if a blind man was groping for the road ahead.

　　 A blind man dressed in a weird dress is looking for his way home in a bleak night. This scene is enough for sympathetic pedestrians to lend a hand, and it is enough to cast a shadow in the heart of the courageous young child.

　　 But Moria and John felt their scalp numb, as if they had seen some natural enemy, and the pressure that seemed to be a rabbit being watched by a top predator made their breathing slow.

　　 The stick lightly tapped on the long stone-paved street, but the crisp and subtle sound was heard by the two of them, as if it were the roar of the clock tower of Gloria. The extremely fine, very finely shaped cane hit the stone slab little by little, and at the same time hit the hearts of both Moriah and John.

They only felt that their hearts were contracting unconsciously, as if they were being held by an invisible big hand, as if the real oppression made them unable to scream, their divine power was compressed into their bodies by the majestic aura. The darkness that had been maintained was also melted by the moonlight like water, and the two people hiding in the corner revealed their true faces.

　　 Two men in black windbreakers stood there weakly, but the left chest of the windbreaker had a badge of swords intersecting.

　　The upper layer of the windbreaker is made of excellent materials, and the craftsmanship is even better. Not to mention the sewing skills, the enchanting craftsmanship is even better. No matter who wears this windbreaker, it will also grow a little chic out of thin air.

　　 But the two men who were originally good-looking were exhausted and depressed at this time, as if the expressions of the middle-aged social animals abruptly lowered their grades.

"I didn't expect to catch two small cockroaches when I came out tonight. This is really an unexpected gain." The man holding a long stick walked in front of them in a flash. The distance of nearly a hundred meters seemed to be just a few under his feet. Step away.

　　 "It doesn't matter, you can kill if you want, anyway, as long as you are confident that you can cope with the execution of the executive department." It was not Moria who had been the leader before, but the somewhat troubled John.

　　 "Oh, you have such a backbone, are you not afraid?" The man under the hood said with a cold smile.

　　 He turned his head and looked at Moria on the side, "Don't you persuade your partner?"

　　 "It's unnecessary. It's not that it's unnecessary to persuade, but that it's unnecessary to beg for mercy." Moria said weakly, and the two supported each other to prevent themselves from falling.

"I know what you want to see, want to see the ugliness of us kneeling down and begging for mercy, and then give us hope and make us despair; or let us kill each other and tell us that the rest can survive~www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Finally, I personally pinch the last vitality." Moria's voice was a bit weak and weak, but the tone was unspeakable ridicule and contempt.

　　 "You are very smart." Under the hood, Alexandra sighed in unintelligible words.

　　 "Yes, so let's just point it straight, don't talk so much nonsense, okay." Moria answered, "But, can you tell me how you intercepted the message we sent."

　　 Hearing this, John next to him also raised his head in confusion.

You must know that the messages they sent before were not some spells. The spells of the Black Iron Step can communicate within a dozen kilometers at most without the blessing of large rituals. Also, this signal is unstable and easily intercepted. It is prone to information loss, so they use it at most when they are not far away. For example, they used it when they were close to each other to prevent the leakage of the voice and the content of the conversation.

　　 And they used the individual tactical liaison device jointly developed by the Equipment Department and the Imperial Mage Association to report the news and request support. This type of liaison device is not a silver tier that can block its anti-interference ability and signal transmission strength.

　　 Yes, they can be sure that the other party is the silver rank, otherwise the other party can't let them resist so easily.

"Sorry, I don't have the hobby to answer the enemy's questions, you should go to **** with your doubts." Alexandra ignored the other party's request, but calmly stretched out her left hand that did not hold the cane, and went to the void. A little bit.

A little blood-red light appeared on the index finger of the left hand. Alexandra glanced at the two of them. The index finger stretched out. The light swelled like a flame in the wind, leaving the index finger and shooting at the two like a bullet. Away.