"Is this the end of Hamis!?"
There were many people gathered in the dark big room. They are either wearing burqas or hiding in darkness.
"Did you witness their defeat?" asked a powerful voice. "File, answer me."
"Yes, yes, Lord Hidden Reef," one of the attackers who originally followed Khamis, who ran away after seeing his companions defeated, stood alone in the middle of the crowd, "but, is Khamis killed in battle?" Not sure, Ye Xing is indeed dead."
Many sneaky figures stood up one after another. Some of them stared out the window indifferently, and some no longer took care to hide themselves but shouted and cursed. Although their clothes are simple, their bodies are strong and their eyes are full of ferocity.
The abandoned shed has many small holes and broken windows leading to the outside. While these figures are wary of the people around them, they also keep their eyes on the lookout for traces outside the house.
There was no one outside the house, except for the shadows of a group of birds or bats passing by.
The group seemed to discuss it for a while, and then several people approached each other.
One of them, known as "Reef", was holding a heavy shield in his left hand and a two-handed sword behind his back.
The people who followed were very poorly equipped. One was carrying a hammer, and the other was holding a repairman's wrench. He didn't know which grocery store he snatched it from. Everyone else was holding a variety of weapons and watching carefully. They all kept a certain distance from each other and were quite cautious.
"The loss of Khamis is heartbreaking, but it is not enough to hinder the Creator's will," Reef said with irresistible majesty. "I do not agree with continuing to attack official Beyonders. The Creator has never issued a similar oracle to us. Ha. Meath acting on its own will put us all at risk."
"But things have already happened," a man dressed as a wizard stood with his hands behind his hands. There were also many attendants beside him. "If Khamis had not died, he might have revealed our information under official torture. There is no way here." Safe again.”
"I have already made arrangements. The powerful apostle will come. The future foreseen by the madman is unstoppable," a warlock shrouded in darkness stroked the crystal ball in his hand. "We only need to worry about our own safety. From now on , I will act alone until the moment of the oracle arrives."
"Jorgen, I disagree," Reef took a step forward. "Dispersion means more unpredictable factors. Traitors will leak the sacred will to the strong indigenous people. Your Excellency Medicius must also agree with me. ."
"Yes, Jürgen," Medicius, dressed as a wizard, said calmly, "The result of violating the oracle will make the trajectory of fate become more unfathomable. Just like Khamis's reckless challenge Like the strong indigenous people,
"His target, Griffith Blanton, seems to be only Sequence 8. There must be many of you here thinking that you can kill him through sneak attacks and sieges after receiving the gift from the Creator. However, have you ever thought about it? Will killing the Aboriginal Extraordinaries, including him, help us carry out the Creator's will when the destined day comes? Why doesn't the oracle guide us on such a path and clear all obstacles in advance?
"No, it won't be that simple. We don't know what other trump cards these Aboriginal Extraordinary people have, and what kind of existence is hidden behind them. Moreover, if heavy casualties are caused to the Aboriginal Extraordinary people now, Beyelan will Wouldn't we be alert? What we are about to face may be swarms of Sequence 7, or even Transcendents.
"We have not been assigned the task of killing the Aboriginal Extraordinary. Even if the final battle is inevitable, our task is never to kill him now."
The room was quiet for a few seconds.
Some were nodding, others were looking disdainfully.
A man with his face covered and holding daggers leaned against the wall, his cold eyes scanning everyone present: "They are all cowardly excuses. Medicius, if you can't bear the pressure of the team leader, I, the Traveler My Lord’s loyal servant, Hidden Thorn, can take your place.”
"That's right!"
As soon as the man named Yin Ci finished speaking, two thug-like men armed with sticks and chains started making noises.
"Quiet, you idiots!" a very beautiful young woman in the crowd said sternly, "According to His Excellency Medicius's interpretation of the Creator's Oracle, we should try our best to avoid interacting with Griffith's apprentice knight and others. Contact, let alone actively provoke or attack him.
"As for you, Hidden Thorn, you don't even dare to challenge the status of the captured Khamis, so what qualifications do you have to covet the status of Lord Medicius."
"Miss Phil is right," another strong man agreed. "If I must take action now, I would rather attack the city defense troops and get the weapons and equipment of the city defense troops to arm myself. Although the gains are not counted It’s a lot, but it’s better than directly confronting the strong indigenous people.”
Yin Ci couldn't listen anymore after being rebutted. Two daggers flashing with black light appeared in his hands. He stared at the strong man with cold eyes: "Crazy man, the aboriginal strongman you mentioned is just a sequence 8." That's it. Miss Phil, didn't your reconnaissance confirm that he has no ability to cast spells? Of course, such a weak target does not need the Creator to express his fate! Just kill him with one knife. None of you dare to take action, so just fight with the kid Just go to the shopping street and work as usual."
"quiet."
Along with the words, a stream of icy air suddenly burst, and the freezing air hit the face, interrupting everyone's quarrel.
"Your Excellency Medicius!"
The two people called Phil and the Fanatic seemed to be Medicius's loyal fans, and they showed great admiration after seeing him take action.
"Hidden Thorn, since we have accepted the oracle, we will naturally continue on," Medicius, who threw the ice energy, said in a calm tone, "The will of the Creator has not yet fully emerged. This extraordinary man named Griffith There is no guarantee that there is no other will behind him. If we encounter him, Lord Reef, can you withstand his attack?"
The shield guard Reef, who had just led the discussion, remained silent and watched everyone argue calmly. But when Medicius asked him, his momentum suddenly became as majestic as a city wall. Yin Ci on the side felt this momentum and actually showed a rather fearful expression.
"No problem, Lord Medicius," Reef held the heavy shield in his hand, "Even if Griffith is favored by other beings, his physical capacity is limited. I can contain him for at least five minutes. , the defense team is ready to face the worst situation."
"As expected of Your Excellency Reef, the mission reward given by the Creator will surely make you the chief defense core. No one can compete with you," Medicius said with joy. "Then, we will continue to act collectively and wait for the oracle to come. Who? Do you have any other comments?"
Most of the people present nodded, obviously very convinced of this decision. Others who did not nod, such as Yin Ci, also remained silent and did not express any objection.
Seeing that no one was on his side, Jürgen just snorted.
"Very well, Your Excellency Jürgen, I will leave the handling of Hamis to you," Medicius raised his hand and called the warlock's name, "The apostle of the Creator will personally perform this task, and the summons must be completed as soon as possible. ceremony."
"No problem, Medicius. I will obey the Creator's oracle. Everything is unstoppable." The warlock nodded in agreement.
The imminent situation was calmed down in this way, and the beautiful Phil said happily, "You, Mr. Reef and Lord Jürgen teamed up, and more than 20 believers of the Creator jointly executed it. This kind of lineup is rare. We will definitely be able to successful."
Medicius did not speak, but nodded slightly.
"Then, I will notify the sentry outside to confirm the situation. If there is nothing unusual, we will move our position." Phil put his fingers on his forehead, seeming to enter meditation.
"Let's arrange the formation for the next meeting," Medicius briefly drew a figure. "With Mr. Reef as the core, each group will be arranged in a ring. Let's go here..."
"Your Excellency Medicius!"
Just when Medicius was assigning the task, Phil suddenly turned pale and shouted: "Something is wrong, I can't contact the sentry! He, he was killed?"
Everyone in the room exploded. Reef, who was sitting firmly on a wooden box, stood up and raised his large shield to protect Medicius. Beside them, the presence of Yin Ci and several other people gradually faded away, and their sense of presence became very thin.
The others were all hurriedly standing in a circle with various weapons on guard.
"Wrench, go check it out," Medici called to a man holding a wrench. "Phil, make a mental connection to Wrench."
The person who was summoned looked reluctant, but did not dare to refuse, so he could only bravely walk outside.
Watching the wrench disappear from sight, the remaining people were nervously on guard, waiting for their leader to give the order before rushing out to tear the unknown enemy into pieces, or fleeing directly into the dark streets.
It didn't take long for them to be nervous and anxious. Phil suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground pale.
"The wrench was taken away in an instant," Phil struggled to say. "I didn't see the attacker's face clearly. He suddenly appeared. I didn't even have time to break the mental link."
"Lord Reef, let's retreat," Medicius gently put his hand on Reef's shoulder, "Everyone, let's go."
As soon as he gave the order, the others immediately took action. The group of hunters who were preparing to attack suddenly became prey.
"What? Are you leaving now?"
The cold words that made everyone's hearts tremble sounded in the darkness, accompanied by the sound of iron boots crushing the floor and gravel.
Before the slightly mocking voice could finish, a throwing gun was thrown from a dark corner, and with one blow an attacker was knocked away and pinned firmly to the wall behind him.
