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The river here had long ago produced a variety of colored stones, and these stones were very beautiful. After a long time, these stones gradually became sparse, and now they were almost gone. However, this name remained.

When Ron stepped inside, he couldn't help but frown. This town known as the Multicolored Stone Fortress seemed to have experienced a catastrophe. It was in ruins, with ruins everywhere, and the city wall was charred black by Yan Dai.

The people in the town were silently packing up their belongings from the ruins. Their faces were filled with silent grief and indignation, and all of them remained silent.

How to leave the Roland Empire was just a mountain, it was like coming to hell. It was filled with the smell of blood, fire, and death.

Where is this? What was going on? He looked at Vivian, who shook her head, indicating that she didn't know.

"Forget it, I'll ask someone!" Ron thought.

Arriving in front of a house that had been half destroyed by the war, he saw that the owner of the house was an old man. He had a blank expression on his face as he cleaned up some useful things.

"Uncle, where is this place? What happened?" Ron asked, walking up to the old man.

The old man looked at him and ignored him. He then continued with his own matters.

Ron hit a soft nail on the head and walked off bitterly, and he could see that his uncle wasn't in a very good mood.

He asked a few people and ignored Ron. His expression was one of helplessness.

"Ron, it's already dark. I think we should find a place to stay first!" Vivian pulled at Rönn.

"I guess that's the only way!" said Ron.

They had been out for many days now, and Baroque Academy had already begun, but the Undead division still had not been able to recruit a single student.

He asked someone for directions and paid them some money. Soon, the man took them to a place called a hotel. It was one of the buildings that had been well-preserved in the war.

A dozen or so workers were repairing the place, and there was a constant clatter of nails on the walls as they mended the broken parts of the hotel. These people were very active because this was one of the few places in the castle where they could find work.

Although the hotel didn't suffer too much from the fire, it still suffered a lot of losses. The sudden war drove away all the guests, and the worst of it was that his business wasn't doing well for a long time. This was also the reason why he was worried.

During the war, it was always the civilians who were hurt.

Two thin figures appeared in front of the broken door. The owner looked up and lazily said, "I'm sorry, but the two of you are no longer recruiting workers!"

Recruit workers? Ron, baffled, looked at himself. Does he look like a workman?

He immediately said, "My apologies, but we are just passing by. Do you have any rooms?"

Mercenary?

Upon hearing this, the shop owner immediately jumped up like a shrimp. He quickly walked in front of Ron with a face full of smiles, "So it turns out to be Sir Mercenary. Of course the room is available. Please, this way please …"

Ever since the war, Ron had been the first and only guest here, so there were many rooms.

Ron followed the owner up to the second floor.

Then Ron couldn't help but ask, "Boss, why is it like this here? It seemed... It's just like experiencing a war! "

The owner sighed. "Isn't that because of Holy Empire?"

"Holy Empire?" Lorn was somewhat astonished. Holy Empire was his homeland, but Rowan didn't have the slightest bit of feeling for it. He asked, "Just what's going on here?"

At this point, the owner came back to his senses and looked at Ron with a hint of wariness in his eyes. When Ron asked again, he refused to say anything.

Ron knew that the people here had just been traumatized by the war and would not be able to trust him that easily.

The owner led them to the room, which was full of rooms, one for each of Ron and Vivian.

After a while, the owner knocked on the door and brought in some food.

"The room is currently being refurbished. There is no choice, we can only let the two of you, the lord mercenaries, suffer. Let's have a meal in the room!" The owner said with a smile.

"No problem, thank you for your hard work!" Ron smiled and took out a handful of gold coins from his space bag.

The food on the table wasn't very good, but Ron knew it was good enough for a ruined place like the Colored Rock Castle.

"Ron, what do you think is going on here? It's like there's been a war, and the people here won't say anything! " Vivian said, chewing on a large piece of cake. She tore it apart and put it in her mouth.

"Maybe he's not in the mood to tell us …" "Who cares? Even if it's a war, we can't do anything about it. It's already good enough to keep our lives in the flames of war!"

Vivian nodded. "So what do we do next?"

Rönn thought for a while, "Tomorrow we'll see if we can find some Necromancers nearby, those who are willing to learn necromancy from us, if not, then keep going west until we find them!"

From beginning to end, Ron had never been used to saying the words' ancient necromancy '. To him, necromancy only had one type of magic, and there was no such thing as ancient necromancy.

Vivian nodded slightly.

… ….

Night quietly descended onto the earth. There was not a single trace of starlight in the silent sky. Only the moon hung high in the sky, illuminating the land.

Ron lay in bed, tossing and turning, but he couldn't sleep, and one moment he thought of Grandpa Komelin, the next he thought of necromancy, the next he thought of the burden of his admissions, and the deep sense of frustration that he had been unable to enroll students.

Ron fell asleep in a daze.

At some point, the moon had slipped into the clouds, and the land had fallen into darkness.

At that moment, the wall of Ron's room moved slightly, and a translucent figure appeared. It was like a mist, moving carefully towards the bed. His footsteps were slow, his body light as the wind, and the darkness acted as his protective umbrella.

The translucent shadow, holding its breath, was about three feet in front of Ron's bed, and then, as quickly as he could, the shadow suddenly accelerated and lunged at the bed. A light flashed in the space pocket, and a shiny dagger appeared in the shadow's hand.

"Puff —"

The short dagger plunged into Ron's quilt and sank deep into it.

Success?

A hint of joy appeared in the shadow's eyes. Very soon, he felt that something was wrong. It did not feel like it was piercing his body.

At this time, a cold voice sounded from behind the black shadow. "Who are you? "Why did you assassinate me?"

Rönn had already woken up. He had been paying attention to the assassin's every move until he raised his sword and pounced on him. Only then did he use the Fog Shadow Technique to escape.

Ron could see that he was an extremely professional assassin, quick, accurate, and without any leeway.

Thieves were divided into three categories: novice Thief, Thief, Assassin, Elite Assassin, and Sage Slayer. This Thief's strength had already reached the Assassin level, which meant that he was a master level expert.

A trace of fear flashed through the assassin's eyes. He did not expect that his whereabouts would be revealed. However, as a professional assassin, there was only one word that came to mind.

Flee!

If he missed, he would immediately run away. This was an essential part of an Assassin's Code of Practice, and there was even a saying in it for Assassin's Code.

"A Thief who doesn't know how to run isn't a good Thief and an Assassin who fights with others isn't a good Assassin!"

Of course, Ron could also see what the assassin was thinking and he sneered, "Hehe, you want to run? "None at all!"

The window was the easiest place to escape. Ron was on guard, so the assassin had no choice but to escape through the gate.

"Death Bind!"

A green ball of air was violently thrown out, directly smashing towards the back of the assassin's head. This Undead Curling Magic, in addition to dealing damage, also contained a spiritual attack.

Ron was thinking very well. He wanted to use this moment of absent-mindedness to capture him.

Seeing Death Bind approaching and seeing that the black figure was unable to escape successfully, he rolled on the ground and dodged Ron's attack.

It had to be said that Thieves had high dodging abilities.

Seeing that there was no way to escape, the black shadow pounced forward with the two daggers in its hands.

It wasn't that Thieves couldn't fight, but that they didn't need to. If they really did fight, then the Thief would be able to instantly fight back.

"Shadowstrike!"

"Backstab!"

"Eviscerate!"

"Cut!"

"..."

A series of attacks were launched, making Ron flustered. He used 'Bone Shield' to block the opponent's attack with all his might, and the bone shield was left with deep sword slashes.

"Bone Lance!"

A white bone lance appeared in Ron's hand, and he began to fight the assassin with a spear in one hand and a shield in the other.

The assassin had never seen such a method of fighting and was clearly shocked. At this moment, Ron was even more so, seizing the opportunity to attack. For a moment, the assassin was flustered.

"Blinding Light Spirit Vision!"

The light in Ron's eyes suddenly shone brightly, and traces of the power of the curse were transmitted into the assassin's mind. In that instant, the assassin felt as if his vision had suddenly become blurry.

Ron knocked off his dagger in an empty block, and then the prison rose up from the ground, locking the assassin in place. As he struggled, a cold bone lance was thrust against his chest.

"Don't move! Otherwise, I will kill you! " Ron threatened.

The man stopped moving, his eyes darting up and down Ron in surprise.

Ron let out a sigh of relief, glad that he did not underestimate this assassin. Otherwise, he would be finished here today. He asked coldly, "Who are you?" Who told you to kill me? " Chapter error, point this report (registered free)

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