The wasteland seems to have been looked at by the goddess of ice and snow, just finished a heavy snow, and came one after another, although the fine is not very large, but it has been rolling for many days.

Emerald Hill is in big trouble.

The assassination of 38 church leaders killed two cardinals.

Such a prominent casualty figure, from the destruction of the Third Dynasty, the Guangming Empire has never appeared.

Ratels!Deputy Chief of the Order of the Holy Knight.

“Old man!”The three middle-class knights cried respectfully, the breath of the holy order was undisguised, and the age was older than the Latermus, but the attitude was unusually respectful.

Radems was very calm, there was no smile on his face at all, and his head was not that cold.

Responsible for the time of the assassination?

Lee tremors.

Thinking of the name, there was a little more smile on his cold face, and the three knights next to him could not figure out what he was laughing at.

"Old man, there's the wind roaring in front of you."One of the knights pointed to the wide mountain fault in front of him and said that in the middle of the two mountains, it seemed that the waterway hewed by the giant axe was born, and all the hurricanes on all sides were subsumed into the channel.

Around the channel are a narrow trail, floating on each trail with a balloon-like trailer, one connected to each other, directly connected to the end of the mountain.

At this moment, in the sand wind corner market, slaves are busy transporting the goods in a car to the float.

Please wear a seat belt!”A yellow-kinned rat next to the trailer said politely after testing the ticket.

Rathms entered the float, and the whole trailer was not metal, but a kind of trumpeted psoriasis raft, and saw the bulging under the raft blowing the wind, rubber-like.

The rubber float quickly rushed to the top of the mountain after it was out of bondage, and the floating car was stuck in the small tunnel, and the two mountains kept retreating, and within a few minutes, there was a red in front of him.

The cold wind rushed, and Ratoms raised a bright shield in front of him, and all the cold wind kept all the cold wind outside.

Looking at everything in front of me, I couldn’t help but frown.

Strong bull-headed people were moving goods quickly, and the Tavin elephant shouted slogans to pull the trailer twice as much as the body.

On the wasteland, there are countless railway tracks criss-crossed, like a chessboard, with one end connected to a large cargo compartment and the other directly connected to a wide storm route.

There are constantly car skins from the cargo compartment, and after a simple reversal, it is directly transported to the wide storm channel.

"Who designed this route?"Radoms asked, densely covered with all kinds of car skins, countless moving businessmen figure, countless hard work.

Such a trade, the Empire of Light will never appear.

In the inside of the wind roaring channel, from time to time, there are flashing wind runes, and the storm in the wind roaring mountains is gathered in an orderly manner in this route.

"It's like a boy named Mungton."

“Mungton?The boy?The people?”Radomes frowned into a Sichuan letter, the design of this channel can be fully master level.

“Order the Legion of Light at once, to stand on the border of the Empire of Light, and if we are successful, take possession of the route in three hours.”Radomiz gave the order.

“Yes, old man.”A holy knight should be in the way, leading Radomus towards the front of the tunnel.

"Don't let the army move."Rathms always had a bad feeling, the dwarves locomotives were walking rapidly underground, he had been on the moor, but now everything here has completely changed.

He had just stepped out from the Emerald Ridge and was instantly overwhelmed by the dense figure.

Dwarves, Orcs, Humans, Seas, Barbarians, Ogre, Mucus Monsters, Skulls.

Crying, shouting, shouting, shouting, hanging full of red ads on the wall, not far from the platform, several beautiful Forbes girls are working hard to show their beautiful body.

“Do you want to have a wonderful evening with a witch?”A beautiful girl came up to her and frowned at the prestige of the holy order, "It's cheap, just ten golden hoofs."

“No need!”Radomimus said coldly, simply, the beautiful witch in front of her instantly became an ugly form, "If in the Empire of Light, you are already a dead man."

The demon quickly became a new beauty, and looked at the four people in anger, the prototype, which was taboo for the shemale, "Unfortunately, I can never be in the Empire of Light."

“Do you need my help?”A black knight came up next to him, "I can help you with a lot of things."

Ratomus looked at the black knight and instantly penetrated the other's soul, and his eyes turned to the young man in the corner, which was a walking dead.

The Devil!

And the devil of the holy order, which is quite rare.

“The devil is calling to you, young man, to worship the sleeping Lord, and to travel the dream.”

There was a song, as if it were the worshipper of the dream monarch, and in the song he felt a force of bewitchment, and this adapted song really led people to the abyss of the devil.

The orcs are unkind and much more, and seem to have long been familiar with the power of the holy order.

Merchants smile at the introduction of fresh goods, showing off the ability of goods.

Ratomus opened his eyes and saw something.

The Light Cross!

After the blessing of the main priest in the red robe, the holy water wiped over the bright cross, a full three pieces appeared on the chest of a human businessman.

"Truth is true, child-doing, three thousand golden hoofs, to prevent the devil and demons vampires, absolutely value for money."

Radomes's look was colder than the cold wind on the wasteland, "the blasphemer will be judged", calm like an extinct volcano, and the pressure is tightly locked on the betrayer's body.

The seller simply struggled, seemingly not worried about the danger of his life at all.

In Emerald Ridge, they are not worried at all.

"Radoms, there is no need to be with a merchant."

Radomis felt a pair of hands patting himself on his shoulder, turning his head, and the other was young and smiling.

“Ronald, why are you here?”

The other person's age is not as young as on the surface, and both are real priests.

“There’s a small business.”Roland smiled lightly, "Emerald Ridge recently held a special meeting, I heard that the Guangming Empire sent a special envoy, I think it should be your Excellency."

“The envoy?”Radoroms frowned, he was careful along the way, but now his whereabouts had long been under the control of Emerald Ridge.

Li tremor dared to be responsible for the time of the assassination, so there must be a means to deal with it.

"I seem to have found the wrong person."Roland smiled apologetically, "You're casual, right, that person seems to be an official resident of Emerald Ridge."

“What do you mean?”

"It doesn't matter, I'm just going to remind you."Roland waved his hand, swept around, and babbed, "Didn't Li tremor say that there were no guests at today's transit station?"

"Roland, what are you going to say, we don't have to sell."Radomes looked very bad, but he did not want to be involved in a strange place and Roland's spiritual level.

The Special Envoy?

He had never heard of it.

Roland looked at his palm and sighed, "Li tremor let me rub a little bit of dead bacillus in my hand, so that it may be easier to do things."

“Blooded Bacteria?Worked?What are you going to do?”Radomes was suddenly surprised, he was very clear that the real murderer of the serial assassination was a germ developed by Emerald Ridge.

"Oh, nothing, my business is done."Roland turned around and left.

Radomis stepped forward, trying to intercept, but stopped instantly.

The kung fu of talking, unconsciously from the ground of the transfer station, the first sight is the whale tavern.

The second eye is the golden emerald palace.

The third eye is the body in the middle of the whale tavern and the Emerald Palace.

The Desert Fox Rommel.

"Radomes, it's good to see you again."

Suddenly a voice sounded behind him, and Radomimus looked at the skeleton next to him and asked how his identity was clear to anyone.

“Who are you?”

“Your best friend!”