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The internal strife of Poison the elves had nothing to do with lightning, even if it was, lightning would turn it into nothing.

However, Thunder's actions had directly disrupted the enemy's plans, or at least the Poison the elves's plans. When they saw Thunder nearly disappear under their surveillance and the spatial coordinate almost activated to chase after him, the king of the Poison the elves stopped Wei Weikesi's reckless actions and transferred all his power back to the capital of the Ottoman Empire — — Glory City.

In this world, every famous place had a code name, and Glory City, as the spirit of the Ottoman Empire, was impressively one of the most outstanding ones. If it was said that Miracle City, who was proclaiming that she would never fall down, and was filled with hope and dreams, was the spirit of the Mercenary, then the Glory City was the pride of the citizens of the Ottoman Empire.

This city had once buried Saints s who had two digits in size. s had once swallowed an army of close to a million, causing their vitality to be greatly damaged.

When the Poison the elves refocused all of their energy back to the Glory City, Lei was actually leisurely wandering around in the wilderness, tempering himself, seizing the opportunity to raise his strength and give the enemy a surprise. The Engraving Heaven Treasure Mirror was an inconceivable martial arts, it was a crystallization of the blood and sweat that a saint had left behind. Every increase in level would bring about an earth-shattering change, and every small improvement would benefit the lightning greatly.

If Thunder could comprehend Jin Chenxi's words, then the glory of his first peak would belong to him.

Facing the afterglow of the setting sun, Thunder used his flower key to evolve into an ordinary warrior of the fourth step. He slowly walked into the city gate of Glory City.

Logically speaking, a warrior of the fourth step was not low, but in Ottoman Empire where experts were as numerous as the clouds, it was not worth mentioning. This was because the Ottoman Empire was established by martial arts, and had not changed for hundreds of years. This country was the country of the strong, and this country was the paradise for the brave.

In the other nations of Grace Mainland, warriors of the first rank could enter the army to serve; warriors of the third rank could find a decent position in the army; Warriors who had the Fifth Stage title could obtain the title of "Expert" and a considerable amount of status; However, in the Ottoman Empire, only Second Order warriors were allowed to enter the army; the Third Order Warriors were considered captains, and the Fifth Stage Warriors were barely considered outstanding, but they had no affinity with the word "experts" and were only able to get the title of Captain. On the other hand, the seventh step Warriors were only able to get the position of a Captain in a small army, and it was impossible for them to protect the entire territory.

The strength of the Ottoman Empire's martial wind was definitely not inferior to the Mongol Empire's. This was the greatest power that the Ottoman Empire was known as.

While Thunder was leisurely walking on the busy street, what entered his eyes was the warriors who didn't have any power background, while the elite warriors that were not often seen appeared in groups here. Some of them had arranged to go to a bar to have fun, some seemed to have a trade, and some were handing in a mission.

However, because of the gathering of a large number of warriors, the security here was not low. Not only did the martial artists' rudeness not cause any chaos here, on the contrary, they flourished and flourished the Glory City. A strong country, a prosperous market, a well-organized structure. No wonder the Ottoman Empire could become a strong country in First in the World.

Although the Glory City was not famous for its commercial prosperity, nor was it known for its large-scale growth, Lei could still feel it. Seeing the prosperity of the Glory City was at least not something that the Teuton Capital could compare to.

After wandering around for a bit, Thunder finally found a decent hotel before the sunset. After paying a few silver coins, he received the right to stay for the night and a sumptuous dinner.

With Thunder's abilities, he could definitely stay in the best and most luxurious hotel in Glory City. However, in order to make things convenient, Thunder chose to keep a low profile. However, tonight was the first time he had to act in a high-profile manner. After all, this was the first time he had been here, and he was unfamiliar with this place. Thus, he needed some extra help.

When night completely swallowed up the earth and became the ruler of the continent, thunder began to strike.

Borrowing the cover of darkness, Thunder tried to retract his aura as much as possible, using his ghostly speed to attack the rich and powerful area where only nobles could live. Without encountering any obstructions, he slaughtered his way into a noble mansion that seemed to be of high status.

"You're here."

A pitifully thin old man stopped writing, but did not look up.

"Yes."

Thunder slowly appeared from the darkness and came to sit in front of the old man, but he did not speak further.

The old man said: "Ever since I heard about Sen Deluosi's betrayal, I knew that you guys would come and disturb my peaceful life for the past ten years. It's just that I didn't think it would be you, not them. "

Thunder said, "It seems like you have already forgotten your duty to actually use the word 'disturb'."

The old man smiled bitterly and said, "Anyone who lives in a place for their entire life will have feelings for each other. Moreover, there are my family here, and there is everything about me. I am not a wooden person."

Thunder said, "But you are one of them, you will be born."

The old man became a little angry and shouted: "They! They! I tremble at the word and have nightmares that they will come and slaughter my family and make all my life go down the drain. Although I am their descendant and a pawn that they left behind in the Empire, I never thought of myself as an immortal one. I am a living existence. "

Thunder helplessly replied, "Okay, I will pass on your words. But you have to help me this time, you know what I need, noble Lord Count. "

The old man was provoked by the Lord Count's addressing, he finally calmed down and said: "I know that this time's matter is the same as ten years ago, so I had long prepared everything I wanted. All the information you need is in the second row of the four books in the bookshelf.

"Thank you!"

Thunder stood up, putting his target into his dimensional ring.

The Old Count said, "Ten years ago, I have already helped you. Now, I will help you once again. I don't want a third time, and I don't want my son to inherit my pathetic identity. "

Thunder nodded.

Everyone had their own choices. The ancestors of the Old Count were once a part of the "them", but because of the mission, they had to stay in the Ottoman Empire as a spy. After hundreds of years of struggle, the Old Count family faithfully carried out their responsibilities and provided the Teutonic Kingdom with all the information they needed. But today, the Old Count did not want to continue. He wanted to become the real Count of the Ottoman Empire and not them.

For such a choice, they would usually choose to wash. Special organizations like them, the dark spirit s and the dark group s that walked in death and darkness would never allow any form of betrayal. No matter who it was, once they betrayed, the price they had to pay was death. But Thunder felt that the Old Count had already let them down, and had let them down, so he chose to help the Old Count fulfill his last wish.

Of course, they were not Thunder's subordinates. Thunder would only help to persuade him, but he did not have the ability to make the final decision, so the life and death of Old Count was still in their hands.

Just when Lei wanted to leave, Old Count seemed to have suddenly discovered something good and reminded them: "Respected Sir Thunder, I must remind you that Ottoman Empire is ten times more terrifying than you think. If my guess is not wrong, the Ottoman Empire had long ago opened up a path to the Demon World, secretly engaging in evil trade with the demons. Therefore, it is possible for you to not only face experts from the Grace Mainland, but also demons from the Demon World. "

"Thank you!"

Thunder thanked him sincerely.

Even if it was just a guess from Old Count, with this old fox's eyesight and position in Ottoman Empire, he believed that he would not be wrong.

There was no doubt about the strength of the Demon World. It was said that they were also a world, a complete world, only that they were a country without faith, a terrifying world that only knew how to fight and kill. It was said that everyone there was an expert, a rarely seen master in the Grace Mainland who was only a basic level of strength in the Demon World.

If the Demon World really were to interfere in this matter, then Thunder's situation wouldn't be appropriate.

However, the lightning suddenly thought of something: Why would Poison the elves that had disappeared for so many years suddenly appear in Grace Mainland?

When Thunder thought of this possibility, he also began to reassess his own ability.

"Goodbye."

Thunder thought as he disappeared into the darkness.

"I hope we never meet."

Old Count replied with a helpless smile, his eyes filled with confusion.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

Just as Thunderclap left, knocking and questioning voices sounded from outside, "Father, what's going on inside? I thought I heard you. "

"Come in."

Old Count continued to work even harder than before.

The son of the Old Count entered. He was a standard aristocrat of the Empire, but he was not as lowly as his father. This was because he was a master, a sword master with a bit of fame in the Glory City.

The swordsman's son frowned and asked, "Father, did something bad happen just now?"

Old Count did not reply. He quickly signed his name on a magic contract and gave it to his sword master son, saying: "Son, sign your name on it. From now on, you are our family's Family Head, you must shoulder the clan's glory and inheritance."

The swordsmaster's son was surprised. "Father, is it that man?" Do I need my son to help? "

Old Count laughed heartily, and said: "If you could hold on for a single breath in that person's hands, then I wouldn't have to be like that. This person's power is not something that you and I can deal with. The best way is for you to not interfere in this matter. If you want to die, then I will die.

It was clear that the Old Count did not place too much hope on Thunder, as he expected that "they" would come to clean up the mess.

"Father!"

The swordsman's son pleaded in a sobbing voice, "Father, tell me this man's secret. I will do everything I can to protect you, even at the cost of our noble titles."

Who said nobles didn't have kinship?

Old Count felt that he was already satisfied with having such a son, so he naturally didn't want to ask too much. He merely waved his hand and said with a helpless and desolate tone: "It's useless. If you want to save my life, you can only rely on that person's pity. "

After pausing for a moment, Old Count said, "Go back and forget about what happened tonight. Even if I die, don't meddle in what happened tonight."

Finished speaking, the Old Count did not care about the reaction of the Sword Master and his son, and turned to look at the bright moon hanging outside the window, feeling abnormally calm, as though he was dead.