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Under the leadership of men in military uniform, Zhou Mo saw the headquarters of the five western armies.

The headquarters was set up in the original Shadowsock Marquis Mansion in Shadowsock City. From a distance, Zhou Mo saw a tall and muscular man with blond hair and golden eyes. The gate of the mansion was waiting for him.

There was still a distance of a full hundred meters, and the man in military uniform got off his horse and whispered to Zhou Mo at the same time:
"Your Excellency the Viscount, His Highness the First Prince greets you personally, please don't be rude!"

Sitting on top of the pure white sea dragon, Zhou Mo shrugged his shoulders, and looked at Riku Otto with black eyes, just in time to see the golden eyes of Riku Otto looking at him.

Turning over and jumping off the mount, he patted the pure white sea dragon's long, still immature face, and handed over the reins to a knight.

Following the man in military uniform, Zhou Mo quickly walked towards the eldest prince Riku Otto.

Touching his chest with his right hand, bowing at ninety degrees, Zhou Mo respectfully performed the etiquette that should be expected when meeting a high-ranking nobleman for the first time, and said in his mouth:
"Zhou Mo, Viscount Lord of the Eagle's Nest, has met His Royal Highness the First Prince!"

Riku-Otto raised his hand, and when he saw Zhou Mo straighten his waist, he smiled softly and said:

"Viscount Zhou Mo, you have had contact with the second and fourth children, and you are a meritorious minister to the royal family, so don't be too polite, just talk inside!"

Zhou Mo listened to Riku Otto's words: "For the royal family, he is a minister of merit." This sentence revealed Riku Otto's kindness, which made Zhou Mo smile humbly, and then followed suit. Following the eldest prince, he walked into the headquarters.

Three steps and one guard, and five steps and one post, and, from the door to the commander's office, Zhou Mo found that there was never a guard who existed alone, and each guard's post was within the sight of at least two other guards .

It seems that the all-pervasive nature of the sacred blood makes the First Prince very taboo!
The moment Zhou Mo's eyes opened and closed, his field of vision switched between normal and special for a moment. At the moment in the special field of vision, a smile appeared on the corner of Zhou Mo's mouth.

The sound of Zhou Mo's footsteps behind him suddenly stopped, and Riku Otto turned around suspiciously, and saw Zhou Mo looking at the guards guarding the gate of a pavilion.

This is a mithril life, wearing a knight mithril battle armor, but the weapon to be added is very strange. It is not a long knife or heavy sword commonly used by the human race, but two slender short swords, which are worn together at the waist.

Although the guard Riku-Otto didn't know him, he had some impression because of his special weapon. He was a member of the Knights of the Imperial Guard, and he seemed to be a squad leader.

Seeing Zhou Mo noticed this person, Liku Otto asked with some doubts:
"Viscount Zhou Mo, as far as I know, you are very proficient in double swordsmanship, you have never seen a superhuman who uses double swords!"

Zhou Mo shook his head slightly, walked slowly and easily towards the mithril guard, and said with great interest:

"To tell you the truth, Your Royal Highness, although I am good at using double swords, I have never seen a superhuman who uses double swords."

When he was about to approach the Mithril guard, Zhou Mo looked back at Liku Otto pretending to be careless, and said:
"Double swords seem to be rarely seen in the human race, but they are very popular among the blood race."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hands very naturally to touch the twin swords worn by the Mithril guards at their waists.

In the process of reaching out, Zhou Mo also asked the guard for his opinion with a smile:
"Your Excellency, the Viscount, if you don't mind admiring your weapon!"

There was no response under the visor, and the Mithril guard moved his right hand resting on the two swords very cooperatively, so that Zhou Mo could take off the two swords from his waist.

Holding a pair of short swords in his hands, Zhou Mo drew out the sword in his right hand. The blade between the swords was a luxurious silver color. The spine of the sword had a protrusion like a human spine, and the thin and sharp double fronts were also carved with intricate and gorgeous rose pattern.

"Tsk tsk, what a good sword, whether it's a collection of art or a weapon for killing people on the battlefield!"

Zhou Mo caressed the sword edge with his fingers, feeling the smooth and smooth touch of the rose pattern, and after glancing at the mithril guard, he turned his head and explained to the eldest prince:
"This pair of swords is made of mithril mixed with black gold, star gold, and volcanic iron. This is the favorite formula of the elves. The ancestors of our human race, the earliest nobles, also liked this alloy very much. utensils."

"Because it is luxurious yet tough and sharp, it is a good choice for making noble weapons!"

"However, due to the development and application of star gold and silver in women's jewelry since the establishment of the Otto Empire, the prices of these two metals have skyrocketed. See this legendary alloy formula weapon!"

Zhou Mo was facing the sun, admiring the short sword in his hand. Just as the eldest prince sensed something wrong in Zhou Mo's words, Zhou Mo's right hand holding the hilt suddenly rotated, and the sharp blade accurately entered the mithril guard battle. In the gap between the helmet and the armor.

Then, there was a blood-stained one, which was exactly the same, and did not make any sound of metal friction, and came out from the other end stained with blood.

After a breath, the guards in the courtyard realized what Zhou Mo had done.

"Choke lang lang lang lang..." The sounds of the weapons being drawn out of their sheaths became one in an instant.

The eldest prince raised his right hand to stop the guards who approached him. Instead, he frowned and walked to Zhou Mo's side, carefully observing the guard who was beheaded by Zhou Moxiao.

Zhou Mo stretched out his hand, holding the dagger, and the blade slowly penetrated through the breastplate of the mithril guard, and then nailed it to the wall behind him.

Looking at the eldest prince, the smile on the corner of Zhou Mo's mouth remained undiminished, but the eldest prince's face became more serious.

Liku Otto reached out and patted the helmet of the mithril guard. Logically speaking, after being decapitated by Zhou Moxiao, the helmet should have rolled off with the head, but at this time the helmet was only crooked, but not fall down.

Zhou Mo took off his helmet, revealing a pale head with a trace of rapidly healing blood between its necks.

"As I said, this weapon is very popular among the blood race!"

Holding the dagger, Zhou Mo repeatedly wiped the blood off the face of the mithril guard, but it seemed that he was accidentally cut by the sharp edge on his cheek.

With some regret, he took back the daggers, and then a knight handed over a piece of animal skin for keeping weapons in a very colorful manner. Zhou Mo wiped the daggers silently, and then hung the pair of daggers on himself very naturally. on the waist.

As for Liku Otto, at this time, he was not as comfortable as Zhou Mo, and he was in the mood of embezzling spoils of war.

He reached out and pressed the Mithril Guard's forehead, but there was no abnormal phenomenon. The Mithril Guard turned into fly ash in an instant, floating in the sealed battle armor.

Riku-Otto turned his head to look at Zhou Mo, and asked solemnly:
"Viscount Zhou Mo, you seem to be able to identify the transformed human? Or is this blood race disguised as a human?"

Zhou Mo spread his hands slightly, and asked back:
"Is there any difference? I just can tell the difference between humans and vampires!"

(End of this chapter)