Fang Yu looked at the cross-marked map in his hand and felt that he was really unlucky this time. Among the seven or eight targets he had originally expected, the best case would be to hit it with one shot, but of course he didn't expect that he would be lucky. It was so good, but he didn't expect that he would encounter the worst possibility - after eliminating seven targets one by one, he finally came to the location of the last target marked on the map.
Fang Yu originally thought that his luck should not be so bad, but reality quickly taught him how to behave, and the time wasted in this dangerous situation naturally pushed him and others into a more dangerous situation. . It seems that luck is indeed equal. He just made a fortune, but he was immediately unlucky.
He crumpled the map into a ball casually. Since it was the last target, he felt that he would never need this thing again.
The guards outside were hurriedly passing through the inner courtyard, and the footsteps were chaotic. But Fang Plover was hiding in the darkness, watching them run by with bright eyes - Wu Xiaopang and the others could be said to have performed beyond their level, disturbing the inner courtyard. It was a mess - judging from the movements of the guards, he keenly felt that the people of Rufu's Shield might have divided their forces.
This was not his request, but the effect was outstanding, but relatively, their situation became even more unfavorable.
It seems that the encouragement of millions of Risels is indeed effective. The people in Lufu's Shield are risking their lives, but he is not able to accept this with peace of mind. He realizes in his heart that he must be faster, otherwise Wu Xiaopang They are just afraid that they will suffer heavy casualties.
He threw away the crumpled map and walked out. There was a dim corridor with bright lights at the corner in front. There were three or four knights guarding the temple and a mystic in purple robes. That was his final target. Seriously speaking, he was sure that he could lure away some people, and then solve the remaining ones before the other party realized something was wrong and returned. The probability of success was half or half, half or half.
But he no longer has this patience. Fang Plover was in the darkness and raised his right hand imperceptibly. The electrical signals sent from the neurons were converted into magic beams through the ether. Five weak silver lights were passing through the magic gimbal. And connected to the resonance crystal.
The crystal vibrated with a unique frequency, calling for a 'kind' that accompanies it with this peculiar nature of nature, so five dim light patterns lit up in the darkness, like five eyes, emerging from the darkness. Come to life, open your eyelids, revealing its unique, empty, gray crystal pupils.
Then they opened their copper shells and stretched out their wings as thin as cicada wings. The hooks fell off automatically and fell downwards. Their wings suddenly flapped, and five light "goblins" were suspended in the air with a deep buzzing sound. In the dark.
Fang Plover pointed forward with his right hand.
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A violent earthquake swept through the dungeon, shaking the walls and causing gravel to fall from the ceiling. The wooden door of the cell creaked and the iron chain locking the door also made a jingling sound.
Under the dry straw, a large number of frightened insects were fleeing in all directions, so that Luo Yu looked at this scene in surprise. He did not expect that there were so many small creatures living with him in this small space. Waves of air surged in from outside, raising a cloud of dust, rustling down, and the sound of falling stones.
He turned back and looked at the box that was lying on the bed very calmly. The latter had his hands folded on his chest and his dark eyes were staring at the ceiling motionlessly, his eyelashes covered with dust. , like a stone statue placed on the coffin board; Luo Yu couldn't help but asked curiously:
"What are you doing?"
"I'm counting how much dust has fallen."
"What!?"
Luo Yu felt that this was the most incredible thing he had heard all day, although he had only said three sentences to the other party in total this day. These were two sentences. The previous sentence was: "Are you awake?" Then the box was then She didn't answer him, but only blinked at him to show that she was still alive.
But the other party was his teammate after all. Although it was ridiculous, Luo Yu couldn't help but ask: "Have you counted clearly?" After asking, he immediately felt that his question was stupid enough, and he couldn't help but ask. I wonder if Box's IQ has become closer to the latter's after staying with Parker for a long time.
And was he also influenced by these two people?
But the box kept his body still and turned his head to look at him: "I didn't count clearly."
Sure enough.
Luo Yu sighed: "Won't sand get into your eyes like this?"
The box closed his eyes very quietly, and tears suddenly burst into his eyes. He nodded at this time, indicating that he would indeed enter.
"What's that noise outside?" Box asked as he sat up from the bed and wiped his eyes with the back of his hand.
"I don't know." Luo Yu shook his head and replied in his usual matter-of-fact manner.
"I guess the captain is here." Box closed his eyes and replied with tears.
"Why?"
"intuition."
Luo Yu actually had the same idea, but he was not as brilliant as the other party. He would not jump to conclusions easily without sufficient evidence. He stared at the smoke-filled place, and the dust there really surged up and separated to the left and right, rustling footsteps sounded from behind, and then a figure appeared.
Luo Yu was still trying to figure out who was there, but a voice came from the figure: "Go on."
Then something was thrown towards him. When Luo Yu heard the familiar voice, he subconsciously reacted in his mind. He stretched out his hand to catch it, and his hand sank slightly. He found that it was his magic wand and a magic wand. Magic gloves used. The silver-grey gloves weren't his, but they were better than his.
The voice said again: "Your magic wand is outside. I haven't found the gloves. They were probably blown away. This belongs to the mystic. Use it first."
That was exactly Fang Plover's voice.
Luo Yu had already seen the other party's appearance at this time, nodded quickly, put on his gloves, then held the magic wand tightly and began to reestablish contact with the main crystal on the magic wand. At this moment, Fang Plover turned to the side again, followed the same pattern and said to the box on the side: "Go on -"
"Wait-" Luo Yu was stunned and turned around quickly.
But it was too late for him to stop him. Fang Plover had already thrown the stick and sword from Xiang Xiang. Hearing the sound, Xiang Xiang subconsciously reached out his hand, and then there was a 'pop' - two things hit him on the forehead one after the other.
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A bright flame lit up in the darkness far away, as if something was lit, and then the fire shot up into the sky. Even in such bad weather, it was clearly visible from thousands of meters away. It caught Lavalie's eyes and was reflected in the deepest part of her emerald green pupils. She frowned and looked away from the window.
The lights in the hall were bright, and everyone returned to this place again - but there were many servants busy carrying things, and there were guards.
The mystics gathered on the other side of the hall, discussing something together, and the middle-aged mystic's voice sounded from time to time, and then lowered, because the knight who reported the news brought back the information. Those people's plans were thwarted again.
The middle-aged mystic walked over to this side and said to the governor with a stern face:
"Sir, we captured a few people..."
"What about people?"
"They committed suicide."
"..."
Numan sighed: "Then go to the city and contact the temple."
The middle-aged mystic nodded, turned and left.
The girl's lips curved slightly, and she turned back to the Governor and said, "It seems that their spells are not very effective in this weather, Father."
Hearing his daughter speak, the serious expression on the count's face melted away. He touched his curly beard and smiled bitterly: "But after all, it is your father's and my territory, and although these people You are a bit self-righteous, but after all you are our ally, Lavalli, is it not good for you to gloat about others' misfortune, right?"
"I'm not gloating about my misfortune, Father," Ravalli shook her head and replied in a less convincing tone: "Besides, there are only a few people, so it's not much trouble for Father, Father, Have you considered my previous proposal?"
Numan looked at his daughter dotingly: "You need to find a history teacher, but there are many outstanding scholars in Istania. As for the outsider, I don't think it is very suitable."
"But I just like Miss Kitta."
"...Well, she hasn't gotten her bachelor's degree from the Silver Tower yet, right?"
"Is this important, Father?"
"This...isn't important. Okay, let's go as you please," Nuerman sighed: "But you have to go to rest today. This place is not suitable for you to stay now. Although the inner city is very safe, But there’s no guarantee there won’t be any trouble.”
"Then I want to be with my father even more."
"LaVallee."
The girl giggled: "Okay, okay, I understand. I'll go to bed first. Father, good night. May Andromeda be with you."
Nuerman nodded slightly, but called her again: "Wait a minute, Lavalli."
"What's the matter, father?"
"It's like this, there is a guest in the inner city, I asked her..."
LaVallee blinked and looked at her father curiously.
After the daughter left, the middle-aged mystic returned here again, and this time he brought new news:
"The prisoner was rescued."
Numan frowned: "What's going on? Didn't you say they just arrived at the barracks?"
"They may have divided their forces."
"But you said that the opponent's strength is limited. How can you save the remaining people after dividing your troops?"
"There are some very good guys among them."
Numan shook his head: "Their spell caster has just been rescued. There are no powerful ones among the remaining people."
The middle-aged mystic suddenly looked a little embarrassed. He had boasted so much before, but he didn't expect that things didn't develop as he expected. Instead of escaping from the fortress, the opponent did not surrender as he imagined. Instead, he marched towards the inner court - this bold move was not only unexpected by him, but also by the governor in front of him.
But this unexpected move naturally caught them off guard. The fact was exactly as Fang Plover had expected. The mystics concentrated their troops on the front line in the outer area, only to prevent them from escaping outwards, without considering the situation inward. Once they break through that layer of defense, they take advantage of everything, and everything is beyond the mystics' expectations, leaving the opponent in a hurry.
The middle-aged mystic actually came to ask Nuerman for support this time.
At present, they have sent out all the temple knights and peripheral guards, but with the information chaotic and unable to determine the opponent's specific location, in this intricate fortress, the few troops they have on hand are simply a drop in the bucket. At present, the only way to mobilize the more than two thousand soldiers and knights stationed in the inner city - no, you don't even need that many people, as long as one-third of the people are mobilized, it is enough to use the method of pulling the net to pull out those hateful rats. Find out.
But to use these troops that nominally belong to the King of Sand, there is only one person in this castle who has such power, and that is the Governor.
"The troops in the inner city must not be moved."
Of course, Nurman knew what the other party was thinking, and he directly and categorically rejected the other party's unreasonable thoughts. Nurman knew very well what his mission was, and he was definitely not messing around with these warlocks anyway. Although he also knew that this might be just an accident as the other party said, and the 'rats' outside did not really have any thoughts about the Bein Fortress.
But he wouldn't take the risk.
But for the sake of his allies, he still didn't say anything. Numan thought for a moment and replied: "But there are about a hundred soldiers responsible for defending and patrolling between the inner city and the inner court. I can temporarily hand over these people to you. This is the last thing I can do to help. We are busy, and we have to risk weakening the defensive power of the inner city. If you can't do anything, you can find a way to explain to His Majesty yourself."
The middle-aged mystic's face looked a little ugly.
But he also understood that this was the last compromise the other party could make. More than a hundred people would be a drop in the bucket, but it was better than nothing. He nodded and expressed his gratitude.
Numan looked at him and couldn't help but remind him: "Be careful in the direction of the inner city, they may continue to penetrate deeper."
"Impossible," the middle-aged man shook his head: "Impossible. They went to the inner court just to save people. I just misjudged the arrogance and determination of these people, but continuing to go deeper will not do them any good. .By the way, I have one more request, Mr. Governor."
Numan looked at the other party, as if he had guessed what the other party was going to say, and replied: "I can hand her over to you, but you'd better keep her safe, and it's only for one night."
The middle-aged man nodded quickly: "Don't worry, they only have this companion left to rescue. As long as she is still in our hands, we can always catch each other's feet."
"I hope so."
To be honest, Nuerman was not optimistic about the other party's plan, but he didn't want to interfere, so he just nodded lightly. At the same time, he had a headache. How should he explain this matter to his daughter? He had just agreed to the other party and sent her 'history teacher' as bait.
It would be okay if everything went well, but if he really wanted to save the person, he would have no choice but to take action.
"Thank you very much." After receiving the answer he wanted, the middle-aged mystic finally lost his temper and thanked him sincerely.
In fact, he was not worried about how to explain to the King of Sand, but he was more worried about how to explain to Lord Albany after causing such a big mess.
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Fang Yu spent some time to explain to Luo Yu and Xiang Xiang what exactly happened. Of course, he didn't need to hide it from his own people. He also revealed the possible relationship between the mystic, the Lord of Bein City, and the King of Sand. Speak up. After Luo Yu listened, he couldn't help but asked a little strangely:
"So, there seems to be some conflict between the purposes of King of Sand Babartan and Her Royal Highness the Princess?"
Fang Yu was a little silent, which was actually where he was confused. Of course, the premise is that Delan did not lie to him, but the other party seemed to have no reason to lie to him as a stranger, and the information he heard from the two servants not long ago seemed to vaguely point to such a possibility.
"What do you think?"
He looked at Luo Yu. The reason why he raised this question to the two of them was actually to brainstorm and see if Luo Yu and the others could find out some things that he had not noticed. But mainly Luo Yu, he didn't expect the guy from Box to put forward any constructive suggestions.
Thinking of this, Fang Yu glanced at the second-year boy with red eyes and red forehead angrily, but the latter had a straight face, pretending that the previous incident had never happened.
"Actually, I think it's very simple." What Fang Yu didn't expect was that when Xiang Xiang glanced at him, he took the initiative and said, "This is a conspiracy. Maybe the princess didn't tell us the truth from the beginning. It was Babartan, the King of Sand, who planned all of this, and it is not certain that he ordered his men to attack and kill her biological mother."
"So the two turned against each other. Over the years, Her Royal Highness the Princess has never given up investigating the real cause of her biological mother's death, and finally she found some clues from some smugglers. But at this critical juncture, the King of Sand Babartan ordered the secret Warlock, kill these businessmen first."
"And we just happened to hit this thing."
He smacked the box and finally added: "So it's that simple." His indifferent expression was as if he was proving a mathematical problem and wrote 'Proof Completed' at the end.
Fang Yu looked at this guy in surprise and asked in a caring tone for mentally retarded children: "So, where did you hear such a twisted and bizarre story?"
"This is the killer's intuition," the second-year boy replied mysteriously: "Only a killer can understand a killer, ouch——"
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