Fang Yu looked at the map full of crosses in his hand and felt that he was really unlucky this time. Among the seven or eight targets that he originally expected, the best case would be to hit it with one shot, but of course he didn't expect that he would hit it with one shot.

He was so lucky, but he didn't expect that he would encounter the worst possibility. After eliminating seven targets one by one, he finally arrived at 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, the footsteps were chaotic, and Fang Plover was hiding in the darkness, watching them with bright eyes as they ran past Wu Xiaopang. It can be said that they performed beyond their abilities and disturbed the inner courtyard.

Judging from the movements of the guards, Tuan Luan keenly sensed that the people of Lu Fu's Shield might have divided their forces.

This was not his request, but the effect was outstanding, but relatively speaking, 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 goal.

Seriously speaking, he is sure that he can lure some people away, and then solve the remaining part before the other party realizes that something is wrong and returns. The probability of success is 50-50, 50-50.

But he no longer has this patience. Fang Plover stood in the darkness and raised his right hand imperceptibly. The electrical signals sent from the neurons were transformed into magic beams through the ether, five faint silver lights.

, is passing through the magic gimbal and connected to the resonance crystal.

The crystal vibrated with a unique frequency, calling for a 'same kind' that accompanies it with this peculiar property of nature, so five dim light patterns lit up in the darkness, like five eyes, emerging from the darkness

Wake up, open your eyelids, revealing its unique, empty, gray crystal-like pupils.

Then they opened their copper shells and stretched out their wings as thin as cicada's wings. The hooks automatically fell off 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.

…

A violent earthquake swept through the dungeon, shaking the walls, causing gravel to fall from the ceiling. The wooden door of the cell creaked, and the iron chains locking the door also made a jingling sound.

Under the dry straw, a large number of frightened insects were fleeing, 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. Air waves surged from outside.

Coming in, a cloud of dust was raised, rustling fell, and there was 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.

, looks 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, even though 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 have you also been 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 the 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 this idea, but he was not as good as the other party. He would not easily draw conclusions about anything without sufficient evidence. He stared at the smoke-filled place, and the dust there was indeed surging.

He stood 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 reached out to catch it and his hand sank slightly. He found that it was his magic wand and a magic wand.

The magic gloves he used were not his, but they were better than his.

The voice added: "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 time, Fang Yu turned to the side again,

Following the same pattern, he 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 Yu had already thrown the stick and sword away from Xiang Xiang. Hearing the sound, Xiang Xiang subconsciously reached out his hand, and then two things hit him on the forehead with a 'pop' sound.

…

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. However, there were many servants busy carrying things, and there were guards.

Those 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.

Look, 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 like 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 also 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?"

"I'm not gloating about my misfortune, Father," Ravalli shook her head and replied in a not-so-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 with a doting look on his face: "You need to find a history teacher, but there are many outstanding scholars in Istania. As for that 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... is not important. Okay, let it go as you go," Nurman sighed: "But you must 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."

Nuerman frowned: "What's going on? Didn't you say they just arrived at the barracks?"

"They may have divided their forces."
To be continued...