Everything in front of him gave Wengerns a great shock.

Because all this scene is not something that can be described by pale and stereotyped words. It seems that those writers also understand this. When they paint the city of imprints, they are mostly vague and have been brought over. It turns out that this is not because they don’t want to describe it, but because they cannot describe it.

This is a world of chaos

The Imprint City is built on a plane called Outland. However, unlike ordinary and conventional cities, the structure here is very unique.

If you have to find similar objects, then car tires are undoubtedly the closest

A tire—the hub cap or wheel edge—lifts across the ground, all the buildings in the city are built on the inside of the tire, and as for the outer ring, nothing is left

It is precisely because of this structure that what appears in front of Wengerns now is because of the completely reversed buildings and various creatures that are different from the wonderful phenomena produced by arcane. The emergence of the City of Ten Thousand Gates is a great miracle.

Although there is no sun here, there is a lot of cold light floating in the air, so that it will not go dark now. With the help of this gloomy cold light, Wengerns continued to ask his slaves while looking at the signs on the street.

"Are you a stylist?" Wengerns said secretly, "This is the name of a tavern he came from the mouths of those devils, and it is also the place where everything is the most common.

Since the four devils didn't know much, Wengerns only obtained three general image information and a small amount of hobby requirements. Despite this, Wengerns believed that he could still find enough information.

Wengerns squinted his eyes and observed the signs and road conditions around him, moving forward slowly. There was no way, except to bypass the razor vines that were often seen on the streets, the oily smoke erupted from thousands of chimneys also seriously interfered with Wengerns' field of vision. Even if he had strengthened his physical fitness, he could not walk around here.

"Lower Town..." Wengerns glanced at the text signs on the street on the right and walked towards the right fork in front.

"It's true that it's here." Wengerns didn't walk far away and saw the sign of the [Styx's Roarer] hanging in a building close to the ruins not far away.

The reason why it is said to be close to the ruins is that the entire Lower City area was destroyed by a powerful force in the past. The remaining areas were large pieces of ruins and a few participating buildings.

Wengerns only knew this. Although he didn't understand why since there was still a tavern here, it did not affect Wengern's mood to find someone.

Pushing open the door of the tavern, what appeared in front of Wengerns was an abyss demon standing behind the bar. It was obvious that this was the owner of the tavern. However, when Wengerns came in, the deformed demon with two heads ignored Wengerns. The two heads were still arguing why, even though Wengerns followed four devils.

However, as Wengerns finished his observation of the tavern, he no longer felt strange about this situation. In this tavern, there are various races, heavenly creatures, demons, and devils, but their seats seem to be clearly distinguished and they just ignore each other.

This is also one of the characteristics of Imprint City. Since it connects all planes, creatures of all races exist. Therefore, maintaining a certain degree of restraint is a well-known unspoken rule.

"Hey, this young man, do you need anything?" Don't jump. Seeing Wengerns walk in, just one glance, the waiter's banshee judged that Wengerns was the one with the right to speak, and directly ignored the four devils who drooled at their bodies, and asked while leaning their plump and sexy body towards Wengerns.

Feeling the banshee's face, Wengerns raised his eyebrows slightly. After coming to the Imprint City, in order to prevent the impact of his vision, Wengerns had already put down the hood of the cloak, so the other party could see his face.

As for the creature like Banshee, how could it be impossible for a spellcaster to not understand the characteristics of the other party? After all, the other party only needs to exercise on the bed to suck people dry and kill people.

Side his body quietly, Wengerns cleverly avoided the banshee's entanglement, and a false smile appeared on his face and said, "I need a glass of dwarf ale, Sisle Elf Dew and the Devil, thank you."

As he said that, Wengerns threw two gold coins to the banshee and walked towards the depths of the tavern without looking back. As for the four devil slaves behind him, although they were still reluctant to leave the banshee, under the influence of the real name contract, they had to give up appreciating the beauty in front of them and follow Wengerns forward step by step.

Ignoring the situation behind him, Wengerns walked straight to a table leaning against the window and sat down. Opposite him was an old man in a gray robe and a big nose.

"Dong" x3

On the table in front of Wengerns, three wooden cups were suddenly put up. On the side was the cold-faced banshee. Obviously, Wengerns' refusal made her feel very unhappy.

Among these cups is the drinks Wengerns ordered at the beginning. These are all wines, but the types are different. The reason why Wengerns ordered these three times different types of wines is because...

"Everything is three, these are three different drinks. If I give them to you, can I answer some questions?" said Wengerns.

Yes, the reason why Wengerns wanted these drinks was to reward the person in front of him. However, there is an unwritten rule that everything is three, that is, only three are rewarded. He doesn't care much about what it is, but he must be one group of three.

He raised his head, which was just slim down and ate and drank, and the old man smiled, revealing his uneven gold teeth, and said, "Okay, you can't do it."

Although there were three completely different answers, when Wengerns saw the other party reaching out and picking up one of the cups, he knew that there should be a chance.

"I want to know, if I want to gain a foothold in Imprint City, will I be blocked by the city's controller?" Wengerns directly threw out the questions he was worried about. Due to the mixed race here, the power of each person became chaotic. In order to prevent the crucial things from being learned by others, Wengerns could only ask some questions that did not touch the sensitive range but were extremely important to himself.

"No, maybe, of course," is still the three completely opposite answers. Although Wengerns knows that this is the characteristic of answering questions for three things, it seems extremely troublesome at this time.

With his body leaning forward slightly, Wengerens's expression became more serious: "Everything is three, please tell me more details."

At this time, everything was filled with the second glass of wine into his stomach. When he heard Wengerens' shouting, he put his index finger in front of his lips and gestured with dissatisfaction.

Seeing that Wengerns did not disturb him drinking anymore, everything nodded with satisfaction and said, "You are very lucky. You can just come and see outside. Of course, it is best to bless yourself with a spell." At the same time, he pointed to the window next to the table.

Although he was puzzled, Wengerens turned his head along the way of "everything is three", and then looked out the window after blessing Hawkeye surgery.

A woman was floating in the air and a brown robe was worn by her. Her extremely ordinary face was half-covered by her long blade-like hair. Her eyes were silent and calm, so calm that Wengerens even thought that the other party had no feelings for a moment.

Under the lady, several creatures of various professions were screaming at the lady, pointing fingers and looking extremely crazy. At the same time, some people next to him took out weapons and wanted to attack the lady in the air.

Wengerns didn't know what those people were calling, but he was quite curious about this. However, the next scene made Wengerns throw these things away in an instant.

Faced with these guys' charge, the lady's face still had no change in expression, but with her enhanced eyesight, Wengerns could still feel it within this distance that the lady's eyelids seemed to have slightly raised.

It was at this moment that the people who rushed to the front suddenly stopped, and then countless red threads as thin as hair appeared on the surface of their bodies.

The next moment, a large amount of blood burst out from the bodies of these people. The blood shot out like a fountain. The instant dyed the accomplices behind them red. All kinds of meat pieces and internal organs hung on their bodies.

And these remaining people did not have any good endings. When they were not afraid and continued to charge, the lady simply raised her right hand slightly, and the people suddenly disappeared from the spot. Just as there had never been any creature here in the past, it was extremely strange.

After completing this series of actions, it seemed that he had noticed Wengerens's gaze. The lady in the air turned her head slightly and pointed her gaze at the direction where Wengerens was.

Through the unobstructed window, the lady's gaze made Wengers feel like she was entering an ice cellar. It seemed that as long as there was something wrong with her, she would lose her life.

Fortunately, the lady's gaze only stayed on Wengerens for a moment and then moved away. As her gaze moved away, the lady in the air disappeared.

"How is it, have you seen it? This is Lady of Pain, the real ruler of the City of Imprints." All things are San's slightly slick voice sounded in Wengerens' ears.
Chapter completed!