The Etiquette of the Soldiers is To Meet Up

　　 "It's okay." Alan glanced at the blond girl and asked with some concern.

　　 "Well, it's okay." I don't know why, Zarya's head is drooping, and her golden hair covers her face. She can't see her expression clearly, but her voice is still clear and sweet.

　　 Alan was also relieved when he saw this, and realized that she was not sad because of the previous events.

　　 He was about to say some comforting words, but at this moment, his face suddenly changed. Although he was not found by the classmates behind him because he was facing Zarya, he still calmed down very quickly.

　　 Just now, his [Sixth Sense], which had been somewhat extinguished, once again the alarm bell was ringing again, and it was no longer the extremely indifferent reminder, the inexhaustible but extremely weak sense of crisis. What he felt now was a strong death threat. The sense of crisis that seemed to be stared at by the **** of death made Allen's hairs stand up, and his whole body seemed to be overcharged.

　　 It seems that he is a lone boat in the sea, driving in the waves of violent storms, and is in danger of overturning at any time.

　　 He looked around in amazement, the unpassed dining table was full of abundance, and even some were still steaming. The candle dripping with candle oil like a ruby ​​burned quietly, and the cold wind entered from the gate that was being closed by the servant, blowing up the decoration in the hall.

　　 All of this is so peaceful and quiet. Although the atmosphere has become a little quiet because of some things, the classmates and friends who are still staying next to Zarya are still working hard to create a happy atmosphere. In the distant place, where the surface is calm but the heart is full of joy, the other party and a group of business partners are also chatting and laughing, without the slightest disharmony.

　　 All this is so harmonious, there is no sign of a crisis coming. Allen's thoughts couldn't help but get into a deadlock. Before, he thought that his [sixth sense] was to warn him of what is about to happen in this place, so he felt the fear of walking by the cliff.

　　 But now after he has observed it carefully, he found that there is no imminent crisis here, at least he hasn't noticed it.

　　 Allen changed his mind when he thought of this. He felt that he wanted to be bad. He thought it was an impending fire or some violent incident. But now after careful thinking, he decisively ruled out these two possibilities.

Because after he advanced to Black Iron, although he has become a superman, if it is only a small scene like a fire, he can escape by himself, and even can use his excellent perception to spread the fire. Detect it in an instant and make a warning.

　　 So, he was thinking about what that kind of crisis felt at the end of the time. Just as he was thinking, time was quietly passing by.

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　　 Bang, the blood-like light in front of Moria and John suddenly spread and burst.

Boom, as if a huge bomb exploded in front of the two, the violent energy burst out suddenly, but it was constrained by some force into a hemispherical mask, razing the place to the ground, leaving only a radius of five meters. A large pit that is sunken down.

　　 There is nothing at the bottom of the pit that has turned dark red. Rock walls, rocks and other debris that may exist in the ground are also melted into lava by the terrifying high temperature.

　　 However, such a fierce attack and such a loud sound did not attract anyone's attention, but the residents tens of meters away were not surprised by the movement.

　　 Alexandra glanced at the huge pothole in front of her, and the flat left hand seemed to be put down. The cane in his right hand began to tap on the long street again, and the sound of clattering rang again.

　　 　 　 　 　 　 　, accompanied by a bitter sound, a knife light as bright as the moonlight across Alexandra's body.

"Eh, did you run?" A heroic voice sounded in the air. The next moment, I saw a tall and burly man with two knives standing on the long street. However, the long knife in the scabbard on his left shoulder was out of its sheath. A bright line of blood pulled up on the long knife in his right hand.

　　 With the knife just now, he only felt the sensation of the blade passing through the flesh for a moment, the feeling of tearing something or cutting something, he knew that his knife was basically in vain. Although he left a deep impression on the other party, he still didn't kill him after all.

　　 At this time, the figure of Alexandra in the black robe who was turning around also disappeared, only the pool of red blood in the same place showed what had just happened.

　　 "Mr. Delia, did he run." In the shadow on the side, a dark light emerged, and Moria and John fell out of the mask and fell to the ground.

The two people who had attached great importance to appearance at this time really did not care about the dust on the ground and the cold sweat on their bodies. After all, they were really hanging by a thread before. Although they had planned and planned before, they were actually facing each other. At that time, they knew how difficult the plan was.

　　 It's not that they are not well-planned, nor that they lack courage, but that they have no resistance when facing each other. This is not inferior xinxing, but the instinct inherited from ancient times to fear higher creatures.

　　 The silver rank's powerhouse has completed the first sublimation of the essence of his life. If the black iron rank is only a quantitative change, the silver rank is really a qualitative transformation.

　　 When a professional is faced with that kind of situation, as long as one's rank is one level lower, not to mention xinxing, as long as he is an enemy, he will be shocked by the opponent. This is an unavoidable gap. Even if some people can ignore the oppression of the opposing party with their strong will and indifference, it does not mean that this level of effect does not exist.

　　 Therefore, in this world, there is basically no such thing as defeating the strong by the weak and defeating the strong. Everyone is trying their best to make themselves strong. Even if it is another deed, it will not be purely weak. The opponent is stronger than the opponent in at least one point or a few points.

　　 "It should have run away." Delia glanced at them and stroked his chin thoughtfully.

　　 "No way, how could we fail with such a delicate combat plan." The two people sitting on the ground and gasping for breath muttered to themselves with some confusion.

　　 "What's the matter, it's nothing unusual."

　　 "How can a silver-tier **** sacrificial priest want to run so easy to stop." Delia said without the slightest disappointment.

　　 "Then let's go down and take a look." John asked. Before he could finish Moria's face, his face changed and he just wanted to cover his mouth.

　　 "Of course, go in and see if there are any clues, even if it is just to destroy this den is a good thing." Delia didn't seem to see Moria's expression at all, and said with a smile.

　　 After he finished speaking, he glanced at the two of them, and then walked towards the yard next to him.

　　 "What should I do?" John asked Moria, who was back to back with him.

　　 "What else can I do, follow, at least it is much safer to follow this big man than the two of us." Moria said angrily.

　　 "That's right, you said that you didn't kill the opponent in a sneak attack for a long time. This guy is a bit bullish." John stood up and patted the dust on his body and said to Moria, who was acting in unison beside him.

　　 "Cough cough cough, I was too weak for not hacking him to death." The voice of Dria who had entered the yard suddenly came from the sky.

　　 "I shouldn't have chosen you as a partner back then. With your mouth, I will be killed by you sooner or later." Moria said angrily after hearing the other party's words.

　　 John shrugged helplessly, showing a helpless expression. How do I know that he has gone down and is still caring about the conversation between the two of us? Besides, voice transmission can be heard. It's my fault.

　　 Moria glanced at John and seemed to want to say something, but in the end he just sighed helplessly, pointed in the direction of the gate of the yard, and signaled that the other party should follow.

　　 After the two of them entered through the backyard and entered the house, they saw the secret room that was violently cracked by the other party at a glance. The collapsed walls, broken ground and black holes below all showed where the other party had gone.

　　 Moria estimated that the other party was looking for the secret room, but still took a little effort, did not blast the whole house down. Although the inside of the house seemed to have been blasted by countless explosives, at least it still maintained the integrity of the house structure as a whole.

　　 They both glanced, and after sensing the breath deliberately released by Deria, they also jumped into the black hole on the ground.

　　 After descending rapidly for about ten seconds, they landed on the ground. Before touching, they decisively added a feather fall technique to prevent themselves from being injured, and then added dark vision. After keen insight, UU reading www. uukanshu.com they just started to look at this underground space.

　　 The fluffy and messy soil was trimmed into a flat ground by spells, and there was nothing in this wide space at this time, except for the magical array pattern engraved on the surrounding walls, there was nothing left at all.

　　 Not right, under the vision after the magical blessing, they noticed that there were some objects left in the middle of this square space.

　　 On the ground shaped by the diagenesis spell, there appeared a kind of dents reflected by heavy objects, and the colors that have been integrated into the soil, ranging from dim red to bleak white.

　　Dria, who reached the bottom of the earth one step ahead of them, was standing there at this time, his face was quiet and solemn, not at all like the initial laughter.

　　He just stood there quietly, in the shadows, in the darkness, he was like a silent sculpture, and also like a big mountain, so stable and silent. But in this silence, Moriah and the others could feel the anger that was as if a volcano was about to erupt, the kind of anger that was already turbulent and undercurrent under the sea, but still calm above the sea.

　　 There was a wind suddenly sounding, and in this silent space, the wind swirled around Dria. Om, in the silent background, a violent sound suddenly sounded at such a time, seeming to be playing a lament.

　　 It was the two long knives carried by Delia who were arguing and howling. Delia just stood there and muttered, "I'm sorry."

Then he seemed to sigh a long sigh. In the long sigh, the long knife also began to calm down. He couldn't hear the whistling like a lament, but Moria and John understood that in the calm Beneath the outside is suppressed anger, and when it erupts, it will be shocked.