Shaman from Afar

In the south of Ebden, a member of the five night watchmen was running desperately in a dark alley with overflowing sewage and dark fingers.

Just outside this alley, and even within a few steps of them, the patrol guards in droves have broken the "tacit understanding" between the former and the gangsters, and began to search house by house. The streets are full of armed guards holding torches.

They dare not stop, or even look back, once caught, the consequences are unimaginable-neither the Bellini family nor the Liberty Council of Ebden can let them go.

Nearly collapsed Peter Fasha carefully walked out of the deep alley and came to a dry well. After confirming that there was no ambush in the surroundings, he took a long sigh of relief and waved his hand behind him. The remaining four night watchmen came over one after another and collapsed to the ground like they were drained, as if they were dying. A big mouthful of gasps.

And the two most miserable lay directly on the dry well. The prostration body twitched involuntarily, and the viscous foam continued to ooze out of the corner of the mouth. It was held by the brother beside him so as not to faint directly.

Not every wizard has a physique that is almost immune to the void like a dark-haired guy-for them, the use of "beyond perception", a high-order magic spell that acts directly on the body is no different than taking drugs. People with strong physiques may persist longer, but most of them are unlikely to last an hour.

For people like Peter Fasha who are more inclined to wizards and have poor health, two quarters of an hour is the limit. This is also the main reason why the other four people are responsible for attracting attention, and he is responsible for stealing potions.

But now it's useless to say that these are all done! Peter curled up, trembling uncontrollably—this was their last chance, and the Bellini family would definitely not have another time.

Ain Rand ... Now thinking of the name alone, he felt unparalleled pain and entanglement, and his originally angry emotions became extremely complicated.

That's right, if not he must have succeeded by now; but also without the cooperation of this dark-haired wizard, it is impossible for him and his companions to successfully retreat.

Although this operation also failed, it was very embarrassing. But if compared to the last time, it was already so lucky that it couldn't be more fortunate-that time, Lord Rut Infinit personally led the team, but in the end, not only the night watchman of Eboden was almost dead, but even Rut The man himself was injured, and his entire left hand became a mess of meat.

And now ... at least they are still alive. Peter wanted to laugh hard, but he was so tired that he couldn't even laugh.

"Peter, what shall we do next?"

A neutral, but still can hear the girl's voice. He turned his head wearily, and a red-haired girl lying beside the dry well, so collapsed that she could only lie on it, was staring at him in confusion.

He knew that the rest of the brothers were watching him, and everyone was expecting that they could come up with a plan, but ... now that the last hope is gone, what else can he do?

I am not Lord Rut Infiniti, nor are I experienced seniors who know how to plan-they all died in the last raid, the night watchman of the entire Ebden, only myself and behind me These four barely count as "practice night watch" guys.

They all knew that even this "surprise" was only the last time they wanted to prove their unauthorized actions. Lord Ruth Infiniti did not give them any orders.

Perhaps in the eyes of adults, the night watchman of Ebden can already be regarded as "completely destroyed", right?

"I, I don't know!"

Peter roared with self-satisfaction: "What else can we do now ?! The final action also failed, and Master Rut Infinite did not contact us again, we were abandoned-you said we were next What should I do, can anyone tell me? "

"If you don't mind, can you listen to my suggestions first?"

In the quiet deep alley, the light understatement was as clear as the falling silver needle. Several alert people immediately raised their heads, and Peter stood up directly:

"Who?!"

"An old friend." With a steady footstep, a figure hiding in the shadow came out. Not a pretty face, a beautiful red and black dress, and of course the most important and most impressive ... that messy black hair.

"It's you?!"

The red-haired night watchman roared angrily, struggling to get up from the dry well, just trying to pull out the dagger, but Peter stopped him.

"Villa, go to the back." The complex-faced Peter Fasha was calm across from him, apparently waiting for his dark-haired wizard here: "Ain Rand, what are you going to do?"

"Your ring is off, I'm here to return things." Shrugging, Loren threw the fluorite ring to Peter: "By the way, tell your friends to put down their arms, won't I come to fight you? Yes, but do n’t mind letting you lie down first. "

"you?!"

"Vera!" Peter once again stopped the night watchman beside him, staring at Lorren alertly-he had seen Lorren's skill in the banquet hall, and he could do it after using "transcendental perception" himself. Throw yourself down inside, which is no longer the level of an ordinary wizard or wandering knight.

"Before that, tell us one thing first." Peter stared at him alertly: "How did you find us?"

Loren froze for a moment. He didn't expect that the other party would actually ask this question. Looking back, he shook his head helplessly: "Although I also want to explain it to you, there is no time now."

"What do you mean?" Although it was almost collapsed, Peter and the remaining four night watchmen still clenched their daggers, and apparently they still didn't trust the guy who had suddenly emerged and had just fled their fledgling fledgling.

"That means you didn't realize what a terrible thing you did." The black-haired wizard's expression was very helpless: "Or do you think that if you don't succeed, the Bellini family will let you go?

Don't joke, you have just completely annoyed a family with great strength and financial resources, even if they are digging three feet, they will try their best to dig you out!

Maybe you think you ’re done and you ’re relieved to escape the patrol; but in fact these people are only used to block the route, to reduce your range of activities; wait until they have full control of the streets and alleys south of Ebden, the next step is to close the net People are coming.

Not to mention that you also chose a very wrong time to start at the beginning of the midsummer feast-originally in order to maintain the order of the festival, the Liberty Council of Eboden has arranged a large number of guards to patrol the streets, So that the Bellini family does not need to temporarily mobilize the army, they can directly expand the net.

In other words, if they might need a whole day to block Seongnam, now it only takes a quarter of an hour. Considering that a lot of time has been wasted from your escape to the present, so those guys who have collected the net may already be on the road ~ www.novelmtl.com ~ You may as well guess, how long will they find here? "

The calm tone of the dark-haired wizard seemed to be talking about family life, but the opposite Peter and the night watchman had their eyes widened one by one, but their mouths were speechless, and they were completely speechless for a while.

Like falling ice cave!

Even if they want to refute, they can't find any place to refute. The faint-faced Peter Fasha didn't even know what to say.

My own impulsive move actually became a butcher knife that killed everyone!

"You, who are you?"

"Who am I important now?" The black-haired wizard frowned, and still didn't seem to understand Peter's thoughts. "You still don't understand the situation. The time is running out, and the netizen will return soon." , And your current situation is no different from meeting them.

So ... the only thing you can count on now is me, understand? "