Cataclysmic Transformation

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A long counter stretched out to the wall, the sun was shining through the dusty corners, and a cat with black and white hair was lazily curling on the table.

This is a small tavern in the dark city of the Scourge Church. This tavern is run by a pair of mother and daughter. The mother is called Magis, and she has a lovely daughter named Christine. Listeen is seventeen years old, and she has a beautiful appearance. Although she is not yet an adult, she has a beautiful appearance and a plump body that does not lose to adults, as well as many suitors. Christine met, and he ran from another part of the Undercity, just to drink a glass of ale.

The mother and daughter of Magis have been in the Undercity for five years. For both mother and daughter, the Undercity is a very kind and energetic place, although it has a more gloomy atmosphere than other cities. , But the business is not bad-at least before.

However, the reason why Mrs. Magis liked the Undercity and had been operating here for five years is that no matter how powerful a mercenary is, coming to Undercity is honest and nobody dares to be in The trouble here, the huge Ron statue on the main square of the main city of the Scourge Church, is the guarantee of everything.

But all this was destroyed by the arrival of the Red Silk Army!

Since the Red Silk Corps defeated the Scourge Church and took over here, the business of the Magis Tavern has plummeted. Even her daughter ’s beautiful appearance has failed to make much of the business in the Tavern. These days, Madame Magis ’s eyebrows The room was covered with sorrow and mist—the pub was afraid to close the door after such a business.

It has been more than three months since the arrival of the Red Silk Army. With the defeat of the Scourge Church as the symbol, the Red Silk Army really conquered the Noah continent, and the Noah continent also lost its original name as Noah passed away. Now, all creatures on the Noah continent only need to remember only one name—that is, the great leader of the Red Silk Legion, the super-level **** beast Sky Dragon Utalis from the main plane.

No one has seen Uttaris, but it does not prevent the people of Noah from recognizing their new leader at a glance. On the squares of every huge city, erected hundreds of meters high, towering into the clouds, spreading claws, lifelike The huge sky dragon statue, of course, the Undercity is no exception.

Now the Noah continent, under the high-pressure rule of the red silk corps, has no country, region, group, and race. The original kings and nobles have been expelled from the palace and mansion, some powerful mercenaries and high above The strong men of the Sanctuary are all reduced to civilians-to be precise, they are slaves.

These slaves were all required to wear the logo of the Red Silk Legion-that piece of red silk wrapped around their arms, or on their heads, or engraved with a "卍" -shaped badge. If someone was found not wearing these things, He will encounter misfortune-mercilessly slaughtered by the Red Silk Corps picket.

These pickets who are stationed around the country are all strong men above the strength of the sanctuary, and the picket captain is God of Warcraft.

Under the almost cruel iron fists of the Red Silk Army, the entire Noah continent is like a huge prison, and all creatures are suffering in this terrifying prison.

Christine was lying on the table in the tavern boredly, staring at a picture on the wall in a daze, she had long, slightly curly hair, two big brown eyes filled with youthful expression, a black and white The long skirts wrapped her graceful figure, and on the arm without sleeves, a red stripe was bright and dazzling.

The pub is not big, but there are only three or four guests, and it seems a bit deserted. Most of them silently drink and eat meat, and even lower the voice deliberately, even if they are afraid of being heard by others, the atmosphere is a bit dull, This is a strong contrast to the noisy scenes of the past.

Christine has been staring at the painting on the wall for a long time. It is a portrait of a middle-aged and elderly woman. For Christine, there is nothing special about it, but she knows this human. Women are very important to the Red Silk Corps. For this reason, the Red Silk Corps people have been to the tavern three times, repeating the same words every time, that is, the woman in the painting must report to her.

"Who is she? What is the Red Silk Army looking for?"

Christine doesn't know the woman in the painting, only knows that her name is Mary. Christine thought silently and was so absorbed that she didn't even hear her mother call her by her name.

"Christine ... Christine ... what are you thinking?"

Kristin's mother, Mrs. Magis, patted her lightly and startled Kristin, before she recovered.

"Kristin ... hurry up and greet the guests, don't know what you are thinking ... really ... not even the guests enter the door!"

Mrs. Magis muttered in her mouth. Because of the bad business during this time, her tone was a little sloppy. Usually, Mrs. Magis was not like this, and everyone laughed when she saw it.

"Oh ... sorry, mother, I'll go ..."

Christine stood up in a panic, sorted her hair, and greeted her quickly.

What came in was a human man in a black robe with white skin and blue skin. Ricket's figure was a little thin. He looked tired after a long journey. He took off his hood and showed a beautiful face, just His young face was covered with linseeds which were extremely unsuitable for his age.

From the point of view of dress, this is a young Necromancer. It can be seen from the dress. If this was the case before, this profession is definitely a big money.

Kristin's eyes shone, and a pretty smile hung on her pretty face.

"Please sit down, respected Mr. Necromancer, what is the point?"

"Hello there!"

The incoming Necromancer nodded lightly. He turned to look around, frowning slightly. He turned to sit down, looked at Christine, and said hoarsely, "Come on a glass of ale, and then have something to eat. Take it all! "

Saying that the Necromancer shook his hand, "Wow la ---" dozens of gold coins poured out of his sleeve like beans.

Christine was straight at first glance. These gold coins were a month's worth of income from the tavern. Even if it was put in the past, it would be a 100% high-ranking guest, unless it was a mercenary who received a large bounty. There is such a big hand.

"Okay, Mr. Necromancer, please wait a moment!"

Kristin smiled into a flower on her face, and she flew quickly on the table with her hands, and she just put away dozens of gold coins in a flash, which made her professional.

Attracted by the sound of the gold coins falling on the table, the guests in the tavern turned back and looked at the uninvited guest with a trace of vigilance. Inexplicably, these people's expressions changed in unison, and then they looked down, No more words.

"Mom, look, we are rich ..."

Christine ran back to the counter quickly, her beautiful face filled with excitement, "Look ... fifty-three gold coins, fifty-three gold coins ..."

"Great!" Madame Magis's face was also full of excitement. "We don't have to close the door now!"

With money, the tavern can continue to open, all sources of income for the mother and daughter of this tavern.

Christine sticks her tongue out playfully and laughs, and then the two are busy.

"Mom, you said, is this guy a mercenary?" Christine poured the ale in the barrel into the glass, and a large white bubble appeared.

"It should be, we haven't met such a daring guest for a long time!" Mrs. Magis put on her work clothes, cut a piece of beef with a knife in her hand, and put it on the counter. The piece was burnt red. After a while, the beef began to smell like "zizi ..."

Christine quickly got the glass of ale, put it on a tray, and was about to serve it to the guests. At this time, her footsteps stopped steadily, her eyes opened, and her eyes were strong. Surprised look.

"What's wrong, Christine, don't give the ale to the distinguished guests?"

Seeing Christine standing still, Mrs. Marges hurriedly urged.

"Mom ... Mom, look ... that guest ... is it a bit ... weird?"

Christine opened her eyes wide and ate.

"strange?"

Madame Magis looked up at random, then shook her head, "No, there is nothing wrong with it."

"But ... but he doesn't have an armband ... and he doesn't have any red silk legions on his body!" Christine whispered to her mother, her voice trembling, her face full of fear.

"what?"

Mrs. Magis was startled, and immediately panicked.

"Maybe ... It was he who forgot to bring him out, shall we remind him?" Christine swallowed hard and said.

"It's too late!" Madam Magis sighed. "Did you see the guest on the other side of the table just now? He just ran out, and 80% went to the picket team. If the picket came, this guy was Can't live ... "

Magis waved his hand weakly. "Always remind him, one might fail, and it might even hurt us!"

"Yes, mother!" Christine responded, and quickly walked towards the Necromancer.

The necromancer had been sitting on his seat, staring staring staring ahead, seeing Christine coming, nodding slightly, before she opened the door, and asked, "What's wrong with this person?"

"what?"

Christine froze for a moment, only to realize that the other party was referring to the portrait of Mary.

"Uh ... this ..." Touching the eyes of the Necromancer, Kristin's face appeared a little flustered. She always felt that this face was familiar, as if she had seen it before, but she couldn't say it.

"This is a human woman named Mary, and the Red Silk Army is looking for her!" Christine answered honestly.

"Oh……"

Hearing the name of the Red Silk Legion, the Necromancer's eyes were slightly cold, "What are the Red Silk Legions looking for?"

"What are you doing? This ... I don't know ..."

Christine smiled awkwardly. She gave him a slight look and couldn't help but say, "This ... respected guest ... is like this ... I think ... when you go out ... Did you forget Bring something ... "

"I ... I mean ... you should remember, maybe you forgot ... that is ... that armband!"

Christine whispered, she secretly blamed herself, and she was so clever at the time that she even said something unfavorable.

"Red Silk Legband?"

The Necromancer frowned, and a trace of disgust clearly flashed in his eyes, "I never wear this thing!"

"what?"

Christine was really scared this time. If you forget to go out and forget it, if you refuse to wear it directly, what does that mean? It means a naked provocation against the Red Silk Army.

"Dear guests, you can't do this. If you are found by the Red Silk Corps picket ... you ... you will die!" Christine anxiously, and sweat beads slightly oozed from her brow.

"I already said ..." The Necromancer said firmly, "I will never wear this thing!"

Christine also wanted to persuade that at this time, there was a chaotic footsteps outside the tavern door. She already understood that the picket had arrived.

It's too late to say anything now, Christine sighed helplessly, secretly praying for this unfortunate Necromancer ...