High Magic Earth

The huge black shadow is like a killer in the night. It flexibly moves between the roof and the shadow in the alley. The werewolf's limbs can be used to walk. The explosive muscle strength and tight bones can let him cross the roof effortlessly. spacing. 【Latest chapter visit: {Dagger dagger Chinese network шшш.Ыqi.mЁ}】

A low roar rushed out of Jamie's throat, a trace of confusion flashed through his dark yellow beast pupil, and then ran again under the moonlight.

The black shadow flashed before the moonlight, with a tyrannical and fatal breath.

"Huh! Huh!" A heavy gasp escaped from the mouth and nose of Jamie's huge wolf. The fatal wound on his chest had already healed, and the blood was no longer flowing.

He squatted on a low stone roof, his scarlet tongue dangled from his mouth, and the dark yellow beast pupil looked at the strange city, and everything appeared in Jamie's eyes like an infrared scan.

A low cry made faintly into the werewolf's ears. He looked at his feet with some doubt. From the sound he heard to him, he saw a scene of a family of three crying hiding in the house.

they. . What kind of creature. . There was a trace of doubt in Jamie's eyes, the city. . I seem to have an impression, but I can't remember it.

He felt that he had lost something, shook his head hard, and stopped thinking about these things. He didn't jump in from the family's roof, but disappeared into the night quickly.

The civilian was relieved, and Jamie didn't know why he did it. He just didn't want to break into their home and kill ordinary people.

The roar of wind blew across Jamie's ear, and he felt like he was about to fly, but at the next moment, his vision was suddenly filled with bright red.

There are creatures there! Under infrared vision, everything nearby was quickly locked by Jamie. It was a huge house that looked like a small stone building, and there were several guards in gold robes outside.

Jamie shook his head and whispered in his throat, his fangs choke out involuntarily. Targeted there, the last trace of humanity disappeared, and the breath of bloodthirst and killing once again climbed into his dark yellow beast pupil.

. . .

Varys sat on the stone bench, and he stared at the table silently. Above is a small oil lamp surrounded by three people, exuding the only luster in the dark night.

Tyrion was still sitting in place, next to James, all three seemed unconscious, but he didn't have any appetite for the fruit on the table. Tyrion and James have strange expressions, always paying attention to the movement outside, and looking at Varis in front of them from time to time.

Seemingly feeling the strange atmosphere around him, Varys' eyebrows raised a curvature on his round face and asked strangely, "What's wrong? Are you all watching me doing what?"

"It's nothing." Tyrion shrugged, but his expression was not that. He said casually, "It's just that you rarely see you so worried...or so scared."

"I'm not afraid." Wallis retorted.

"Then why are you still here?" Tyrion also asked back, smiling. It seemed to be the same as when he first met Varis.

"Why am I still here..." Varys frowned deeply, an expression of dissatisfaction, "There is a beast outside, even the golden robe has been dispatched, don't you know that, I'm going to die."

Tyrion smiled, and seemed to find it interesting to tease this fat old guy in the middle of the night. He changed a comfortable posture, with his elbows on the table. "No... you are not afraid of this beast. You are afraid of Cersei."

"You are afraid that this is a conspiracy against you, the beast is fake, the gold robe is also fake, even including your little bird. It may be bought, so you dare not leave here because Both of us... because I am here."

Faced with Tyrion's words, Varis calmed down suddenly, and his round face hung with a smile on his round face again, and picked up the glass. He said softly, "No, what you said... it's your situation, not me, I'm worried...it's just that the beast hurts people."

Tyrion had a weird smile on his face, "Is this the first day you and I met?" he asked rhetorically, as he began to speak, James suddenly interrupted him.

"Wait a minute." James frowned, "What's staring here."

King James, the first swordsman of King's Landing, is the most powerful of the three. As soon as James spoke, all the remaining two people stopped. Varys stopped arguing with Tyrion and asked, "Your Excellency, are you sure? ?"

Even Tyrion, who was just aside, was nervous. His self-protection ability was the lowest among the three. "This joke is not funny." He said.

"Do you think I'm joking?" James glanced lightly at the two of them. The metal fingers of his right hand tapped the hilt gently, and then stood up holding the sword.

His vigilant action instantly made the two people around him nervous, and Varis's round face seemed to twitch together, and he forcedly asked, "There should be no problem... there are guards and golden robes outside..."

Varis's voice was not falling. It seemed that to verify that there was a guard guarding like this, two screams screamed one after another. As the slamming heavy object fell to the ground, the outside soon fell silent.

At this point, even Wallis was speechless.

"Be careful..." James was also nervous. He couldn't see what was hiding in the shadow~www.ltnovel.com~ But he could feel the bloodthirsty breath, even stronger than his own, The danger of this thing. . Far beyond his imagination.

James’s palms were a bit sweaty. Although he lost his right hand not long ago and his combat effectiveness was greatly reduced, he is still the first swordsman of King's Land. This name does not participate in the water, and now he has got a new right hand, which is still more than before. Powerful magic arm.

The three surrounded the little oil lamp on the stone table. Although it was said that the light source at night would expose them, it was also the only weapon for humans in the night. There were many braziers in the yard, but there were more corners in the dark.

Everything in the darkness was silent, and only the three people present could hear some heavy, tense breathing, but at this time the silence was more desperate than noisy. Varis wanted to open his mouth for help several times, and looked at James's expression They swallowed it back.

But in the next moment, when Jim's caution just spit out a word, a huge figure hit Wallis with a roaring wind and full of repressive force.

It's like stepping on the unlucky golden robe captain. (To be continued.) xh118