There is a large area outside the Seventh Ring Wizard Islands called the Land of Indulgence. Paradise of Indulgence is one of the most famous illegal places, and it is also controlled by the Sea King Siren Banshee, a place that combines chaos and order.

The paradise of the indulgence is a paradise for the incapable. Many masters who are not tolerated by the Wizards Islands have joined in it. Here we are enforcing another set of laws, the bare jungle law and the law of interest. Killing is not a sin, as long as you can bear the consequences of killing and causing trouble.

Those who can survive in the paradise of the Indulgencer are not only those with strength, but also those with backers. The least effective ones also have one or two trump cards to scare others. Otherwise, it will be really difficult to survive. This place is heaven and hell.

Abu is a newspaper boy under the Black Pigeon in the Paradise of Indulgence. At the age of sixteen, he has the identities of an intermediate warrior, a first-class wizard apprentice, a junior thief, a junior intelligence officer, etc. He is also a black tour guide, occasionally providing "high-quality" customers to some shops.

The information today is very hot. Before dawn, Abu carried a large backpack weighing dozens of pounds and held a pile of black pigeons in the morning report and started his day's work.

"Five days ago, the Drunkard Ghost Ship appeared in the waters of xxx and encountered the Tianlai Song and Dance Group. The XX Lich provoked the goddess Baihuayin. The support team of the Holy Kingdom took the initiative to attack, the Drunkard Ghost Ship was silent, the XX Lich fled seriously and the skeleton zombies under his command were completely destroyed."

"Three days ago, the Ghost Word Pirates attacked Tianlai Song and Dance Troupe in the XX Sea. The leader of the Ghost Word Abbas took the initiative to provoke the goddess Baihuayin. The Mercenary Association Saint Wizard Deanna fought alone and defeated the Ghost Word Abbas Saint Wizard. The entire army of the Ghost Word Pirates was destroyed. Abbas was saved and escaped into the sea and disappeared."

"Yesterday, Paladin Adams led the Sky Flying Plundering Group to attack the Tianlai Song and Dance Group. Five hundred flying knights were destroyed. Paladin Adams was killed by the sister-controlled group Along Knight Jasmine Kendal, deputy leader Lilith Kendal, and became the first Saint-level master to die."

"According to the accurate information obtained by the intelligence personnel in front, the Tianlai Song and Dance Group will arrive at the Indulgencer Paradise Island at noon today and will conduct a seven-day tour cover at the Indulgencer Paradise. If you want to get more latest and fastest news, be sure to buy the Black Pigeon Morning Post."

"Today's Black Pigeon Morning Post sold for five purple gold coins, there are more secret news, secret news from a demigod strong man."

The Black Pigeon Morning News is the main product of the Black Pigeon Intelligence Agency in the Indulgence Park. The price varies according to the value of the information. Usually, more than ten or twenty gold coins are good. When the value is high, there are three or five purple gold coins. Once, two magic stones were sold directly. However, it is rare in this case. This time, the price of five purple gold coins shows that the contents are indeed worthy of attention.

Intelligence is very important, and accurate intelligence cannot be ignored. If you want to survive and get better in the Indulgence Paradise, you must know that the Black Pigeon Intelligence Agency is an intelligence provider. In an Indulgence Paradise, many people need to protect and rely on existences.

Old Ed, who is big belly, runs an inconspicuous opera house. He travels to and from the dilapidated opera house and manor in a solid carriage made of steel every day. The opera house covers an area of ​​ten acres but is very remote. There are less than ten programs performed throughout the year, and they are all old things. The name of the opera house just reflects its characteristics: the classic opera house.

Praising classics and praising the beauty of the world is the purpose of the classic Opera House. The only repertoire they choose is the so-called classics of the road. The song and dance troupe performed here will never be first-class.

Second-rate is the best, third-rate is ordinary, and inequality products can often appear on the stage. The biggest possibility of classic operas performed by classic opera houses is to destroy the classics, but they cannot withstand the cheap tickets, and the customer rate can occasionally reach 10%.

I habitually cut the price with the newspaper boy for a few minutes, but in the end I had to take out five hot purple gold coins to buy a black pigeon morning newspaper. The newspaper the size of a palm was opened, and the floating light projection appeared out of thin air, and the titles came into view.

Old Ed glanced at me and said, sure enough, most of the content was related to the upcoming visit of the God of Music, and it even recorded the legendary experiences of the Tianlai Song and Dance Troupe in a serialized form. It was a blockbuster film, and the gorgeous pictures made people unable to stop.

"Is Adams dead? This idiot seems to be very good at strength. He helped the Siren Banshee do something uncommon. Unexpectedly, he died so easily. This girl control group seems to be not simple. Damn, the girl control group's general information actually requires ten magic stones, and the confidential information requires one thousand magic stones. Why don't the black pigeon rob it?!" Old Ed almost slapped the morning newspaper with a slap.

He raised his slap and put it down again, and then he put it down again. The expressionless coachman's waist did not shake, and the whip in his hand sounded, and two airflows spurted out from the nose of the bull-shaped monster pulling the cart, and continued to move forward with a "tap" and "tap".

The ox pulled a carriage, and the body clearly stated "Classic Opera House". There were four large flags in the four corners, which listed the most "classic" programs that they could show off. Every day, there were many advertisements in the market. Old Ed did a very satisfactory job in advertising for himself.

I comfortably walk around the Indulgencer Avenue every morning and night. Not everyone can drive forward in this densely populated area. But Old Ed is one of the people with this qualification.

A minstrel holding a harp in the middle of the street looked around blankly, his clothes were washed out of neat but slightly old, with a dagger on his waist and a big backpack behind his feet, and the boots under his feet were a little dirty. He looked around with his head and his head looking around.

This is an outsider!

Baihuayin, the god of music, is the idol of all minstrels. Her every move is enough to touch the eyes and hearts of countless minstrels. When Baihuayin announced that the next performance was the Paradise of Indulgence, this famous illegal land welcomed more and more minstrels and music lovers.

"Bang!" The middle-aged minstrel felt a powerful force coming from behind, and he was knocked down and almost fell down. He was facing a 14 or 15-year-old child hurriedly stepped forward and flashed through the minstrel's head-on impact, and he half-held him and held him in time.

"There are many people in the paradise of Indulgencer. Please don't look around when walking." The boy was an orc with stripes on his face and his furry ears swayed slightly.

The minstrel hurriedly thanked him, and the young man nodded slightly and walked away, while walking silently counting: one, two, three...

The minstrel patted his chest and suddenly found that his wallet was missing. His eyes turned to the direction where the boy had left just now, and his feet suddenly rushed out in an instant. The minstrel's profession is not weak, and the weak cannot be a minstrel. Traveling alone is dangerous.

After passing through three street intersections, the minstrel did not find his own wallet, but found two corpses lying in a pool of blood. One was the boy who had just helped him, and the other was the tall orc of the Manniu tribe, who was the person who bumped himself from behind.

"Praise the goddess, the illegal land is too dangerous. May the goddess's glory be able to influence and save these decaying souls." The minstrel gestured a newly formulated prayer action by the music goddess.

"Praise the goddess, this is a paradise for us who cannot. May the goddess's glory allow your soul to be sublimated!" A gloomy voice sounded behind the back, and the faint smell of blood made the minstrel stiffen.

"Devil's lackey?" The minstrel took two steps forward and then quickly turned around. Seeing the tall figure with a tall figure with a ferocious face at the entrance of the alley, a hint of horror appeared on his face. The blood-red clothes were indeed dyed red with blood, with the corners of his mouth cracked 180 degrees, and his sharp canine teeth were daunting.

"The answer is wrong. We are believers of the hunting goddess. In this free and free world, the hunter prey is dedicated to the great hunting goddess." A voice came from the top of our heads, and it was also a blood-red figure, but the breath on our body became stronger.

"The hunting territory of this world is my Lord's paradise. The damn false god tried to touch my Lord's kingdom of God, and it is absolutely unforgivable!" On the other side, a girl covered in blood was sitting on the roof of the room, playing with this bone-clearing scimitar in her hand, and the blood red on her hand was still fresh.

"You will be the sixth offering I offer to the goddess today. The Goddess's Copper is very satisfied with your offerings. Thanks to the false god, it is impossible for us to have so many minstrels in our paradise for us to hunt."

"Stop talking nonsense, those who invade us and other paradise will be killed without mercy!"

The minstrel was helpless to discover that more than ten blood-red figures had surrounded him, "The believers of the bloody hunting of evil gods! It is indeed a decay and inability to land. You blasphemers will eventually be purified by the glory of the gods!"

A roar was heard everywhere, and a carriage pulled by a demon bull came not far away, passing by the trembling. More than a dozen bloody hunting practitioners saw the ox cart, quickly used the battle, and with their spoils, they disappeared.
Chapter completed!