Chapter 1354： 　Mokdan (2)

Happy Mid-Autumn Festival! There will be a typhoon in the Mid-Autumn Festival this year, and the moon is probably no longer visible

"Is that all I have to say? Lamer, then you get off quickly, or do you want to stay and see me and Ijeluka make friends?" Baal patted the adjutant's powder back, who just stood there. The demons bent down. ☆→San☆→Jiang☆→Ge☆→Xiao☆→Said, she spread her legs and propped her hands on the ground.

Baal demonstratively smiled at Ramo. Ramo shook his head and ended the communication. Baal did not intend to stop, and sprinted **** the woman. Ijeluka hummed softly while still asking: "Sir, do you want me to let someone stare at that dark king."

"No, the **** and wasteland co-owner is just awe-inspiring. Even if he has the courage to attack Mokdan, let him attack it. I'm worried that there is nothing to do."

"In this case, the subordinates will know."

Ba Li hummed, and then said, "Raise your ass."

"Yes, my lord."

Ijeluka put her hands on her knees, her long legs pushed straight, doing her best to please Baal.

Allen looked at himself in the mirror with satisfaction. The camouflage device provided by Grice changed the original color of his skin. Now Allen's skin in the mirror is pitch black, no different from the Barr. At the same time, there is a short horn on the front of the forehead. Except for the human appearance, the other places are like a real Baer. Although there are humans in Mokdan, they are still slaves despite their scarcity. Before coming here, Grice suggested that he do a little disguise, otherwise a human will show up in Morkdan swayingly. What's the difference between that and revealing his identity?

"Traceli, what do you think?"

Ellen walked out of the bedroom, and Tracey was playing with her dagger in the living room of this hotel. Seeing Alan's current disguise, she nodded and said: "This is indeed much better, at least not so conspicuous."

"That's fine, let's go and look at this fortress city."

Tracey looked at Belmode by the window: "Is he going too?"

"No, Belmode has another task." Allen said.

Belmode smiled and nodded, and said to Tracey: "Your lord's safety is yours."

"Don't make me feel weak." Allen objected.

Belmode shrugged and went straight out the window, now there was no figure. Tracey took Alan's arm and said with a smile: "Great, then there will be only you and me in the next time."

Seeing her slightly malicious smile, Allen suddenly felt that it seemed that it was not a good idea to let Belmod first go to explore the dark chess placed in the city.

Tracey ignored Alan's thoughts and pulled him out of the hotel and onto the streets of Mocdan.

This city deserves to be called the gateway to the south, and magnificent buildings and majestic sculptures abound. The streets are even more crowded, with 6-lane vehicles of various styles coming and going, and flying ships flying in the sky. Even though it was night, the lights on the street were shining, creating a bustling scene of Mokdan.

"Are the cities of the Demon Empire so lively?" Allen asked, if he came in person, it would be hard to imagine such a bustling city on Agareth. Except for the differences in the city's residents and architectural styles, Allen almost thought he had returned to Babylon.

"How is it possible." Tracey took Alan's hand and said: "Moying Kingdom and Duobia have been fighting for many years, and the wars are mostly concentrated in the eastern part of the 6th bridge. The towns in the south are rarely affected by wars, so they can There is a prosperous city like Mokdan. If you go to the east to see, even if it is a well-known city, it is nowhere near the bustling Mokdan. Those places may have just been rebuilt today, and they will be given to Dobia tomorrow. There was a bombardment of artillery fire. Over the years, buildings were mostly practical, so there would be no such extravagance as Mokdan. You can see such sculptures everywhere."

She looked at the black stone sculpture in the center of a small square ahead.

"You know a lot." Allen said casually: "Last time I heard you talk about your home, was it in the east?"

There was a rare panic on Tracey’s face, and she barely smiled and said: "I’m just talking nonsense, where can someone like me have a home. But I have indeed been to many places in Demon Shadow Nation. Before Azers served, I was a killer. But because of this, I can't stay in Demon Shadow Nation anymore. Otherwise, who wants to go all the way to the wasteland."

Alan knew that she didn't want to mention something, so she stopped entangled. As for the reason for Tracey to go to the wasteland, probably the people on the wasteland are similar.

"It looks great here, go, I'll buy you a drink."

It turned out that the two of them had already strolled to a bar. The bar has three floors inside and outside, with a terrace on it. The business is also very hot, bringing the noisy music with local characteristics of Mokdan from the bar to the street. At the entrance of the bar, five or six exposed women are attracting passing guests. Among humans, Alan is also considered young and handsome. But on Agares, women of the Bar ethnic group seem to regard men more attention to their power. So when Alan gave Trisylla over, the women only glanced at Alan, but they were far from enthusiasm, and they even greeted Alan and them coldly into the bar.

It was almost impossible to move in the bar, and Tracey simply released a trace of murderous aura and scared the person who was crowded in front of them and quickly let go. Mokdan is no better than those cities in the east that are often baptized by artillery fire, but there is no shortage of battles in this fortress city Over time, even ordinary people living in this city have a bit of vision. Several men who wanted to make fun of Trisley, after feeling her murderous aura deliberately released, they all let go.

After all, although Tracey was pretty, her life was obviously more important than a woman.

Finally, in a remote corner of the bar, the two could find a seat to sit down. Tracey gave Alan a gesture and said loudly: "I'm going to get the wine." The voice in the bar was so loud that I couldn't hear it without shouting. Allen nodded and watched Trisley leave, watching the people around him with interest. In the past, people who saw the Barr would associate this race with words such as war and blood. It is only now that they are in it, that they actually have a hedonic nature, otherwise there would be no place like a bar in Mokdan.

It's just the genes of the Baal people that make them full of aggressiveness. These lives, which can be regarded as descendants of Alice, are pushed to the level of opposition to alliances such as Idahuastar and the Earth Federation because of their special genes.

Allen laughed like self-deprecating, thinking that he is not a scholar, and that it is better to leave it to others to get the headache of confrontation and historical root. At this moment, he faintly heard the word "Dark King" as if he was talking about himself, and he couldn't help but **** his ears. Search for "" on Baidu to see the latest and most complete novels!