Edge of the Apocalypse

Chapter 1373: Mokedan (2)

"Happy Mid-Autumn Festival! This year, there will be a typhoon. I don't think we can see the moon anymore."

"Is that all you have to say? Lamar, get lost, or do you want to stay and see me and Ijeruka making out?" Bali patted the adjutant's pink back, and the latter bent down in front of the Berserker. She spread her legs and propped her hands on the ground.

Bali smiled at Lamo demonstratively. Lamo shook his head and ended the communication. However, Bali had no intention of stopping. He sprinted towards the woman with all his might. Ijeruka harrumphed, not forgetting to ask, "Your Excellency, do you want me to send someone to keep an eye on that Dark King?"

"There's no need. The Wasteland's co-owner is nothing more than prestige. Even if he has the guts to attack the Mockpill, let him attack. I'm worried that I have nothing to do."

"If that's the case, this subordinate will know."

Bali said, "Raise your butt."

"Yes sir."

Ijeruka rested her hands on her knees, her long legs straight, trying her best to please Bali.

Alan looked at himself with satisfaction in the mirror. The camouflage provided by Grace changed the color of his skin. Alan's skin in the mirror was now pitch black, no different from that of the Barbarians. At the same time, a short horn appeared in front of his forehead. Other than his appearance, he looked like a real Barre. Although there were humans in Mokedan, they were still slaves, not to mention their small numbers. Before coming here, Grace suggested that he disguise himself slightly. Otherwise, how was it different from revealing his identity when a human swaggered into Mockdale?

"Tracy, what do you think?"

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

"Alright then, let's go. Let's go see this fortress city."

"Is he coming too?" Trisley looked at Belmord by the window.

"No, Belmord has another mission." Alan said.

Belmord smiled and nodded, "Your safety is yours."

"Don't make me sound weak." Alan objected.

Belmord shrugged his shoulders and went out of the window without a trace. Trish grabbed Ellen's arm and said with a smile, "Great, then we'll be the only ones left in the next few days."

Looking at her somewhat malicious smile, Alan suddenly felt that it was not a good idea for Belmord to find out about the Dark Chess that had been planted in this city by the Legacy Realm.

Tracy ignored Ellen's thoughts and pulled him out of the hotel and into the streets of Mockdale.

This city is worthy of the title of the southern gate, magnificent buildings and majestic sculptures everywhere. The streets were filled with people, and there were endless land traffic of all kinds. There were even airships flying in the sky. Even though it was already night, the streets were brightly lit, creating the bustling scenery of the Mockpill.

"Is the city of Demonic Shadow Empire so lively?" Ellen asked. It was hard to imagine such a bustling city in Agares if he hadn't come personally. Apart from the differences in the city's residents and architectural styles, Allen almost thought he had returned to Babylon.

"It can't be." Trisley held Allen's hand and said, "Demonic Shadow Empire and Dobia have been at war for many years, mostly in the eastern part of the continental bridge." Towns in the south were rarely affected by the war, which was why such a prosperous city as Mokedan had appeared. If you go to the east, even famous cities are not as prosperous as Mokdan. Those places may have just been rebuilt today and bombarded with artillery fire tomorrow. "In the past, buildings were mostly practical, so there was no such luxury as Mokedan. There were sculptures like this everywhere."

She looked at the blackstone sculpture in the middle of a small square in front of her.

"You know a lot." Ellen said casually, "Last time I heard you talk about your home, could it be that your home is in the east?"

A rare look of panic flashed across Tracy's face as she forced a smile, "I'm just spouting nonsense. People like me don't have a home. But I've been to many places in Demonic Shadow Empire. After all, I was an assassin before I worked for Azes. But that's why I can't stay in Demonic Shadow Empire anymore. Otherwise, who wants to run all the way to the wilderness?"

Alan knew that she didn't want to mention anything, so he didn't dwell on it. As for Trisley's reason for going to the wasteland, most likely the people on the wasteland were all the same.

"This place looks good. Let's go. I'll treat you to a drink."

It turned out that the two of them had already strolled in front of a bar. The bar was quite large, with three floors inside and outside, and there was also a balcony on top of it. Business was also booming, and the noisy music with local characteristics of Mockadan spread from the bar to the streets. At the entrance of the bar, five or six women dressed in revealing clothes were attracting past guests. Amongst humans, Alan was considered young and handsome. In Agares, however, Bar women seem to value men more than their power. So when Allen pulled her over, the women only glanced at Allen, but they were far from enthusiastic. They even coldly greeted Allen and her into the bar.

It was almost impossible to walk in the bar, and Trisley released a trace of killing intent, scaring the people who were originally crowded in front of them so much that they hurriedly moved out of the way. Mocdan was no less baptized by artillery fire than the cities in the east, but there was no shortage of fighting in this fortress city every day. Over time, even the ordinary people living in this city had some vision. The few men who wanted to tease Tracy knew how to get out of the way when they sensed her intentional killing intent.

After all, even though Trisley was beautiful, it was clear that her life was more important than a woman's.

They finally found a seat in a remote corner of the bar. Trisley gestured to Ellen and shouted, "I'll get the wine." The noise in the bar was too loud to be heard without shouting. Ellen nodded and watched as Trisley left. He observed the people around him with interest. The Barbarians used to associate this race with words such as war and blood. It wasn't until now that he realized that they had the nature to enjoy themselves. Otherwise, there wouldn't be a bar in Mockdale.

It was just that the Baltic genes made them aggressive, and it was precisely because of their special genes that the lives of Alice's descendants were pushed to the opposite side of alliances such as Adahua Planet and the Federation of Earth.

Alan smiled self-deprecatingly, thinking that he was not a scholar, and that it would be better to leave the conflict and historical roots to others to deal with. Right at this moment, he vaguely heard the word "Dark King", as if he was talking about himself, and couldn't help but prick up his ears.