Chen Zhui was shocked when he heard this!

I'm sorry! It's true!

If I were not a magician, I would not feel the mental power of the guard captain at all, so I would not stop.

Chen Zhui took the initiative to stop, which just shows that he is undoubtedly a magician.

Chen Zhui was very regretful at this moment. He had known that he should have pretended to be stupid and walked forward directly!

But there is no chance at this moment, and the captain of the guard has stood in front of him.

"What magic system? What are you doing in Obsidian City?"

The guard captain's voice was heavy and desolate. Although it was just a routine question, the scarlet scar on his face made Chen Zhui feel that this was a serious interrogation.

"Dark!"

Chen Chong thought about it and decided to reveal the safest magic system. In the Borderless Land, the dark system is a pass without taboos.

"Oh?" The guard captain calmed down slightly when he heard this, raised his hand towards Chen and said, "Please prove it."

Chen Zhui raised his head, and a faint blue Naruto slowly appeared in his eyes.

That is the most powerful proof of the origin of the dark fire, the dark magician!

"As for where to go," Chen Zhui pondered, "Of course, like all the dark mages, go to the heart of the Borderless Land and pilgrimage to the supreme Dark Throne!"

"Well!" The guard captain actually smiled. He stretched out his hand and patted Chen Zhui's shoulder with affectionateness, and said, "Good, a devout dark believer must have the highest dark throne!"

After saying that, he personally sent Chen Zhui away from the city gate.

After leaving the city gate, Chen Zhui's hanging heart gradually returned to his stomach. He looked around and saw the old man waiting for him twenty meters in front of him.

"Why didn't you save me just now?" Chen Zhui curled his lips at the old man with dissatisfaction, "I almost burp it! I burp it, who will find you Yin-Yang Wuji Flower!"

"Ha," the old man was not angry at all when he heard this, and still replied lightly: "Don't you have a dark system? What are you afraid of?"

Nani!

The old man's faint words caused a huge wave in Shen Zhui's heart!

He actually knew that he had awakened the dark system! This is the most secret thing about Chen Zhui!

Only Chen Xiaohe and Tang Shishi know about this...

Chen Zhui's mind suddenly buzzed, and he was stunned and stood there in a daze.

All kinds of speculations instantly surged into his heart... Could it be that the old man spyed on his spiritual sea last time when he gave him spiritual baptism?

The old man seemed not surprised at all when he saw this, and still said lightly: "Why do I know about this? The reason is that you absolutely couldn't imagine it, so don't worry about it. I will tell you the right time in the future."

After saying that, the old man walked straight ahead.

Chen Zhui frowned and slowly followed.

The streets of Heiyao City are very spacious, with a width of more than ten meters, which fully takes into account the travel distances of caravans, wildebeests, horse-drawn carriages, etc.

More importantly, this main road leads directly to the Black Ghost Headquarters. In case of emergency missions, hundreds of armies of magicians can run together!

Under the leadership of the old man, Chen Zhui and his two men wanted to travel through the main urban area of ​​Heiyao City and go to the Xicheng Gate to use the teleportation array.

After walking for about twenty minutes, the two arrived at the central square of Heiyao City.

The square is very vast, with a length of almost one kilometer from east to west, and is covered with obsidian paved floors of ten meters square. The error at the joints of the two stone slabs is no more than half a centimeter.

On the easternmost side of the square is a dark magic tower, which is more than 100 meters high. It is like a majestic wild beast crawling on the dark obsidian ground. The central Gothic spire penetrates directly into the clouds, revealing a wild and solemn atmosphere everywhere.

This is the headquarters of the Black Ghost Legion: Ghost Castle.

The castle is home to the commander of the Black Ghost Magician Legion, Marquis Hilton, known as the "Immortal Ghost", and the military advisor of the Black Ghost Legion, and Cressal, known as the "Thousand-faced Fox".

With the advice of these two leaders, the Black Ghost Legion has almost never suffered any major failure in the past century.

Four rounds of guards were on duty day and night outside, and two teams of mobile posts were also on duty.

When Chen Zhui and the old man passed by the central square, a wonderful show was being staged here.

There is a square stone platform more than five meters high in the central square. An eight-meter-high black paulownia cross was erected on the stone platform. A middle-aged man wearing a yellow magic robe was tied with iron chains in the middle of the cross.

And directly below the cross, a towering pile of firewood was built.

Thousands of onlookers gathered around the square platform. They maintained order at the scene under the organization of many black ghost magicians, and their emotions were not too excited and causing them to lose control.

But even so, the roars, ridicule and discussion of the onlookers came like a tsunami, and the huge waves were attracting more and more people to join the onlookers.

"What are they doing?"

Chen Zhi asked in confusion, his concern just now was instantly replaced by strong curiosity because of the darkness exposed.

The old man glanced at the yellow-robed magician on the cross and said in a sigh: "Burn the pagans."

"Pagan? Burn!" Chen Zhui was shocked when he heard this. He wanted to walk over to watch, but the old man grabbed his shoulder.

"Don't get too close!" the old man reminded, "This is a carnival belonging to the Dark Magician, I believe you won't like it."

Chen Zhui immediately stopped when he heard this, stood there looking at the state of the cross in the distance, and murmured, "What does a pagan mean?"

"It is obvious that it refers to the magicians who believe in the Dark Throne," the old man explained, "of course, especially those who persecut the Dark Throne in the Magical Alliance."

"So, are these people taking revenge?" Chen Zhui seemed to understand a little.

"Revenge?" the old man shook his head when he heard this, frowned and said, "No, no, hatred is just a fig leaf for war. The so-called burning of pagans is just a gimmick!"

"War?" Chen Zhui was suddenly stunned, remembering Carter who appeared in the dwarf territory and the black ghost totem on his chest, "You mean, they are going to attack the Magic League!"

"Don't make such a fuss," the old man stroked his goatee. "In the border, war is just a daily routine."

"But this time it seems different!"
Chapter completed!