"That day, Lin Xuan killed Guldan during the forest. The powerful almost completely destroyed Guldan's **. But at the last moment, Lin Xuan still remembered the famous equipment in the monster, Guldan's head."

However, at that time, Lin Xuan could no longer stop. In the end, he could only get a broken skull. However, even so, the dark power contained in this broken skull was still beyond imagination.

As the last ray of sunlight passed, the two moons of Azeroth rose to the sky. But the moonlight tonight faintly revealed a blood color, and an ominous breath spread in the night sky. Lordaeron's palace dinner officially began. Envoys from various countries attended, and the guards around the entire palace reached the highest level ever. At the same time, in the slums in the suburbs, a team of only remaining soldiers were patrolling.

"It's unfair that everyone ran to the palace to attend the dinner and gave birth to a few of us." A young patrolman complained.

"Yes, maybe I can get a glass of wine." Another soldier echoed.

"What a joke? This is a critical moment. Not to mention wine, I guess Shuidong can't drink a sip. With so many envoys, the warning must be extremely strict. They probably are not as relaxed as us." Another soldier retorted.

"I'm just saying that it was a banquet for the nobles, we are just civilians. I understand this. The difference that can never be changed." The soldier's tone was a little low, and there was also a vague dissatisfaction.

"That's true. With our capacity as a person, will you still ask you to attend a banquet when you arrive at the palace? The soldiers transferred to the city are just to make up for the shortcomings of the imperial guards. However, there will definitely be rewards for the birth of the prince. We are out of hope. Be wary. If there is not enough manpower, don't make any trouble. I have been unstable recently. I hope it's okay."

The person who talked to him was a veteran who served as the captain of the six-man patrol team. He was also the only soldier with practical experience among everyone. Those soldiers who had been on the battlefield were always particularly sensitive to danger.

The slums seemed particularly quiet tonight, and the veteran felt a little unusual. He knocked on the door of a family, but there was no reaction at all.

"Okay, they may go to the city to watch the fun. Let's finish our business and go back for dinner." The young soldier urged.

The veteran was stunned for a moment and then said, "Okay, I'm leaving for dinner." He turned around and left as he said. But his right hand slowly touched the long sword on his waist.

A sigh came from behind. The veteran drew his sword and stabbed him directly behind him without thinking. He heard a sound of betrayal, and the sword was opened.

"If you act so decisively, you will not be afraid of hurting others." The young soldier said jokingly.

"If you have been to the battlefield, you will understand that martial arts, armor, and even comrades cannot guarantee your survival on the battlefield. Intuition is what you should believe most. And this morning, all the poor have received orders to prohibit approaching the inner city. The notice was posted by you. Now you tell me that all the civilians have gone to the inner city?" The veteran took a long sword in his hand and slowly took a few steps back, putting himself in a more favorable position. He had not forgotten to whine with the other party. However, the people on the opposite side seemed very relaxed, and did not seem to take his actions to heart.

"Maybe I forgot it"

"hehe......"

On the surface, everything was under control, but deep down, the veteran had already fallen into the bottom of his heart. There were six people in total, but when they were talking just now, only one person showed confusion. In other words, four people in the entire team had problems. I don’t know if they were bought or something else. This was absolutely terrible for him.

"What's going on? What's the matter? Let's say something." Another new patrolman didn't understand what was going on. But the next second a long sword cut his throat.

The veteran's face changed, and he knew that it would be difficult to leave alive tonight. However, it was impossible for the veteran to crawl out of the pile of dead people to surrender.

"A group of little bastards, no matter what you want to do. When I chop people, are you still sipping breasts at home?" Holding swords in both hands, Lordaeron's army took action. He did not attack the target on the front, but suddenly burst and stabbed the opponent on the left. He hoped that the opponent would reduce his troops and gain a glimmer of hope for himself.

The decision took effect. The soldiers on the left did not expect that the opponent would choose the most awkward angle to take action. They did not notice for a while and barely resisted, but were still directly pierced by the shoulder. After one strike, the veteran drew his sword to recover and blocked the frontal stabbing. The body retreated continuously to prevent the opponent from forming a siege.

But what surprised him was that the soldier who had pierced his shoulder moved his shoulder and followed him again. The shoulder was a little unnatural, but it didn't look like a pierced wound at all. You know, the moment the veteran pierced, stirred the sword. At this time, the wound should have been torn, the blood flowed continuously, and the combat power was lost. But the other party did not seem to be affected too much. And... he didn't seem to have bleeding.

This discovery made the veteran sweat all over. He suddenly remembered an information that an old comrade in the imperial guard not long ago told him. A cult named the Curse Sect recently developed secretly in the city. His believers showed characteristics such as not fearing pain, strengthening strength, and so on. Everything in front of him happened to fit the description of his comrades.

"Cult." The veteran's cold sweat fell. His swordsman was good and his experience was enough, but his opponent was obviously a little beyond the ordinary. After only blocking four or five times, his hands were numb, and the opponent's skills were average, but his strength completely crushed him. In addition, he was not afraid of pain and resistance to non-fatal injuries. He had no chance of winning. But at this moment, his face changed, and he looked in front of him blankly, as if he was shocked by something.

What several soldiers chasing him did not notice was that behind them, a black shadow slowly rose from the ground. There was no sound, like a ghost, standing behind one of them. Two short knives crossed and slashed, directly cutting off one soldier's head. At this time, the remaining soldiers discovered the enemy behind them, but it was too late.

Their sense of pain was greatly weakened, but their defense was not enhanced. Moreover, the opponent's short sword seemed to be some kind of magic weapon. The sharpness was incredible. The short sword directly cut off the soldiers' long swords, together with their armor, and **.

All the movements of the man in the black robe were silent, but the collision of the swords and swords made a sound of metal. The whole picture was extremely strange. However, it didn't make people feel uncomfortable for long, because in less than ten seconds, the other party had already killed all the cultists.

The veteran then saw the other person's face clearly. It was a human face, which made the veteran breathe a sigh of relief. He even thought it was something like a demon just now.

"Who are you?"
Chapter completed!