When the last ray of sunlight fell to the west, and the dark day turned into night, Brian, who returned from the dark area, set off for Tivanton with Myrcella.

As the distance shortens, the mottled and ancient walls of border cities gradually enlarge in view.

The city walls were washed by wind and sand, and there were traces of war on the surface, including arrow holes that were pricked by strong bows, as well as gullies that were swung by giant axes and big swords.

In the Kingdom of Cormier, Tivanton's geographical location is very important. Three large trade routes meet here. Going west, you can pass Mokou Town and step into the vast and vast Enooke Desert.

To the east, it is a commercial road, one is the Yuehai Highway, and the other is through the Shadow Valley, and finally arrives along the Yuehai coast.

Historically, Cormier and Sambia repeatedly used force for Tivanton, and this territory changed hands several times.

However, with the civil unrest ten years ago and the strong appearance of the Duke of Arabia, Tivanton has been completely recovered and stabilized, becoming a major border town in Cormier.

"Sir, you should notify me in advance."

Tiffanton's consul, Kuteg, rode a war horse to lead the way forward, "In this way, we can send people to escort it. The safety of mountain roads these days is no longer as safe as before. No matter how powerful it is, it will be a headache to clean up these naughty wild monsters."

"We just want to have a more detailed understanding of the surrounding areas of the city." Brian replied.

The main reason why he and Myrcella did not pass the teleportation spell and rushed to Tivanton City as soon as possible was to carefully understand what strange things there was in this town located at the Magic Net node.

But as he thought, nothing was found.

On the contrary, I was very annoyed by the surrounding wild monsters, goblins and kobolds.

These humanoid creatures are more than wild dogs on the roadside. The calculation method of quantity analysis makes their number and their number exceeds three, and they scream and their confidence is overwhelming.

Just as Brian planned to go directly to Tivan by teleportation spell, the defenders of the town appeared.

"Since you issued the order to martial law across the city, wild monsters and humanoid creatures from the Spider Nest Forest have become more and more arrogant." The consul of Tivanton said with a little helplessness, pulling the reins.

He is a middle-aged man who looks about 40 years old, a kind tiger man among the animals. He is the most popular general family in the Arabian area.

In the Arab counterattack ten years ago, the female lord Myrcella was under the command of the old patriarch of the tiger race, led the beast-turned army mainly composed of tigers and bears, and he defeated the invaders with a few elite troops and won the victory that shocked the entire kingdom.

Kuteg is a Mesozoic general of the Tiger family, with a fourth-level model level. As soon as he reached the age of forty, he led his own army to guard the city of Tivandun.

In the recent battle of Susal's defense, the tiger man also fought with Brian, transformed into a beast, and activated the violent skill again. Even when the adult green dragon saw it, he had to avoid the edge.

However, what left the most impressive impression on Brian by this tiger race was the cruelty in the battle and the act of killing orcs.

"If I were normal, I...uh...I would have brought a hundred elite soldiers into the Spider Nest Forest to drive these guys out of their nests, so that they could understand what it means to be content with oneself. But lord, you are not sure, saying that you should keep all your troops here and protect the city of Tivanton..." said the consul of the Tiger Man, "But no one knows who to be guarded against. Five years ago, the Sambiya army approached the city of the city and did not fall into such a severe moment. Some people have begun to say that this is catching the wind and shadow."

"I'm very sorry, I didn't mean to offend." He looked at Brian, as if he suddenly remembered his identity. "I hope I didn't say anything wrong, I just wanted to figure out the reason."

"Hisser Admiral, to be honest, how could he offend me?" Brian was about to walk under the city, but instead turned over and dismounted, pondered for a moment, and said:

"You have to know that there are some things that you can't understand even if you tell them, just like no one thought that Ms. Lost Temple would be hidden in the sewer. In short, you just need to do what I told them, and you tell them that if you hold on for about three days at most, the martial law will be lifted."

The purpose of his doing this was to avoid letting Tivanton fall into the same fate as the capital of Sambiya, but they would not understand some things they said, and even caused panic, allowing the enemies hiding in the dark to find opportunities to take advantage of.

It only took three days, he thought.

As soon as tomorrow, he plans to go to Guangze to find a crack that leads to the shadow plane hidden here. If it succeeds, it will be able to relieve the hidden dangers once and for all.

"Don't let go, it's about the survival of a city."

Myrcella came over, her graceful figure was covered by a dark purple cloak, and her bright eyes flashed slightly in the shadow of the hood. She said in a serious tone, "After all, you don't want to see your city follow in the footsteps of the capital of Sambiya."

Upon learning the truth, a trace of shock and fear appeared on the slightly cruel face of Consul Tivanton, and then he quickly shut up and stopped talking.

Brian gave a few simple words and came to the cliff with Myrcella that overlooked the entire city of Tiffanton.

The cold night wind floated by, and the bleak moonlight quietly hid into the clouds, causing a deep shadow to be cast on Brian's already solemn face.

"Do you still not feel it?" Mycella walked closer to him, and her warm slender hand slid into his palm, put her other hand on his shoulder, and asked softly.

"That's right." Brian stood with his hands behind his back. He sighed, looked up at the deep night and said, "Maybe I'm really worried."

The sacrifice to the city of Tivanton was the most important part of the Lost Lady's plan, but until now, the wizard tower responsible for comprehensive surveillance and the highly vigilant warriors in the city have not found any traces of the activities of the Dark Church, as if they had evaporated out of thin air.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! As the saying goes, something abnormal will happen, so Brian will not think that the high priest "Black Veil" Eliriel in the church of Lost Lady has given up.

Ms. Lost, as the goddess who masters secrets, there are few secrets in this world that she does not know.

This means that the reason why the people of Shahr Church are indifferent is likely to be found to find other ways to sacrifice Tivanton to create a bigger conspiracy.

"No, your worries are very necessary." Mycella lifted her hair that blocked her eyes from her forehead and looked behind her ears, and her eyes fell toward the Mokou Mountains. She seemed to have thought of something, and turned to look at Brian, and said to him in an uncertain tone:

"You said... will the church of Miss Lost be unable to find a chance to take action because of our strict protection, and then we will find ways to unite other forces...for example: the dark area."

Speaking of her guess, her silver-gray eyes gradually floated over her eyes, as if she thought her guess was becoming more and more correct, and then carefully analyzed:

"Brian, have you told me before that the current situation of the dark area and the future turmoil that will occur, does this mean that Ms. Lost Church may unite the power of the underground world. After all, her clergy also contains the "dark area", and the underground at this moment is definitely hidden in the incarnation of the early arrival of the demon lords."

After listening to the female lord's detailed analysis, Brian suddenly felt a sudden realization.

He had been thinking about how the Shar Church should sacrifice to the city of Tivanton, but he ignored the power of the dark area and the demon lords who had fallen into the underground world due to the energy surge of the earth's veins.

You know, the demon lord Glazt, who is known as the most devil, now wants to crush him to ashes.

If it is truly united with the Shar Church, it will not be surprising at all.

"I was negligent." Brian shook the smooth and soft little hand of the female lord and smiled at her.

The night wind blew past, and Mycella's bright silver-gray eyes seemed to contain this rich experience and wisdom, as well as an eternal youthful vitality.

With a beautiful face, her long brown-red hair flashing with a glimmer of light, a refreshing cloak and a white shirt with a superb texture, the figure of the female lord is like a goddess under the night sky.

Brian came back to his senses and immediately contacted Ms. North Star in the Wizard Tower through the spiritual link, asking her to teleport the only Tifflin magician in Mokou Town to here.

As a lord, he naturally has a detailed understanding of his subordinates.

This Tifflin magician who signed a contract with the demon has a strong sense of shadow creatures and undeads hiding in dark corners, and even the abyss demons.

At this time, letting him take charge of this kind of task is the most appropriate choice.

In a moment, Tifflin's magician in a dark red robe appeared in front of Brian and Myrcella.

After saying hello, Brian no longer delayed his time and immediately ordered him to use his abilities to perceive the specific situation in Tivanton City.

The magician Tifflin took out his ghost staff with a scorching fire, and pointed at the city of Tiffanton from a high place.

A series of strong purgatory auras, like trembling sound rings, kept pulsing from the top of the ghost staff.

About ten minutes passed.

The magician Tifflin opened his cold eyes, and a hint of surprise floated over his dark red face, and then said to Brian, "Sir, as you expected, there are indeed traces of demons hidden in the city."

"It's true." Brian and Myrcella looked at each other, and the corners of their lips were slightly raised, and they blinked at him with smugness. He continued, "Is there any way to pull them out all of them?"

"No problem." The magician smiled sinisterly, rubbed his ghost staff with sharp claws, looking eager to try.

"Then I'll leave this to you." Brian said to him solemnly:

"I don't want any demonic traces to appear in Tivanton City. Given the difficulty of the mission, Tivanton's consul and the wizard tower will do their best to help you and find out all the demonic believers hiding in the city. Is there any problem?"

"There is no problem for the adults to trust me so much." The magician bowed slightly and said sincerely. His pale and empty pupils floated slightly, and hesitatedly, "It's just... I have a small request."

"What are the requirements?" Bryan asked.

Although he has always maintained a suspicion and vigilance towards this legendary magician who took the initiative to surrender to his command, he has never taken the initiative to inquire about any of his secrets.

Moreover, he also made every effort to use his own things and took the initiative to hand over the soul crystal that imprisoned the Demon Refining of the Deep Demon to the other party for disposal.

As a magician who signed a contract with the demon, there is probably no other profession that knows better how to extract all the value of the demon than them.

For example, Brian didn't know how to force out the list of all rebellious nobles in the south from the mouth of the soul-detained demon, and for the magician, he was familiar with it.

After all, countless evil demons on the lower plane like to make contracts with the magicians in the main material world, which are large enough to allow the magicians to form another abyss or hell in the main material world.

These evil demons include the great demons in the Nine-Level Hell and their strongest dukes, and the demon lords in the bottomless abyss.

But in this magical world, there is no love for no reason, and no hatred for no reason. If you want to gain powerful power, you have to pay the corresponding price.

When the magicians have signed a contract with the evil demons in a lower level, while they have obtained the mysterious power, these evil demons with evil intentions will also gradually join the flow with themselves through the influence and guidance of their own power, becoming an evil person who mainly pursues the depravity and destruction of all things in the world.

This is the main reason why Brian is very afraid of magicians.

Wherever the main material plane, even a well-intentioned magician will suffer from a certain level of suspicion and caution.

Some wizards would think that the existence of the magician has defiled the noble image of Austria, and may even make ordinary people complain about all practitioners of magic.

Wizards are like working in regular companies, and violations of laws and regulations are the minority, while magicians are like working in gangs of evil forces. They are not sentenced, even if their ancestors accumulate virtue.

"Sir, do you know about our Tifflin race?" asked the magician.

Brian was stunned when he heard this, then smiled and said, "Of course I understand."

As humans with demonic blood, Tifflins of Torrell developed a common connection due to the conspiracy and tricks of Asmotiels, the Lord of the Nine Prisons, a century ago.

During the Calamity of the Unfair, Asmotiels absorbed the divine nature of the wizard god Azus and was promoted to the divine nature.

Then Asmotiels gathered with a magician, the 'Thirteen Torrell', to perform a ceremony, and to gain ownership of all Tifflins in the world, and to bear the curse of the 'Blood of Asmontis'.

This move labeled all Tifflins as ‘descendants’ of the Lord of the Nine Prisons, and regardless of their true inheritance, they became creatures similar to their ancestors.

The mainland people were already uneasy about these devilish bloodlines, and now they were occasionally hostile to them because of their doubts.

Of course, while many believe that all Tifflin worships Asmotiels and other Nine Prison Lords, the fact is that only a small number of people do so.

As descendants of hell, Tifflins do not have any territory of their ethnicity on the mainland, but there are still some areas and kingdoms that will accept their existence more than others.

Some Tifflin, who worship gods rather than Asmotiels, also worship other good deities in order to seek refuge.
To be continued...