In the unknown secret room, Margaret's body was limp and huddled up.
She has been captured for a long time. Although her eyes have been covered and she cannot see the light, the female werewolf's perception is still sensitive. She clearly knows that at least two days have passed and she has been transferred back and forth many times. It is only because of the powerful venom that paralyzes her body.
She was unable to move or even make a sound, so she had to wait passively for an opportunity to escape.
In the other corner of the secret room, a slender figure carrying three pairs of oval fly wings and covered in fine golden scales has been keeping a close eye on his prey, without ever shifting his gaze.
"How is she?"
Suddenly, the secret door on one side opened, and another tall, burly and muscular man strode in. He was also covered in armor, with an unruly flying dragon head protruding from his chest, and a pair of sharp dragon claws on his shoulders.
It shone with a dark luster, but the mask faded away, revealing a ferocious face that was half human and half lizard.
"Everything is normal." Flywing's figure said directly without looking back, and his voice was a little delicate.
"That's good." The dragon-armored man nodded and smiled with satisfaction: "We have to stay here for a few more days to see if any 'fish' take the bait. Be careful not to really hurt her or starve her to death, that one
The 'noble man' was named."
"I know." The fly-winged figure responded calmly.
"kindness."
Without another word, the dragon-armored man withdrew again, the secret door was closed, and the room returned to darkness, with only a pair of green eyes shining brightly.
At the same time, Moriarty had also approached Petrograd at high speed, but before reaching the end point, he landed on the ground in secret, disguised himself as an ordinary wandering warrior, and entered the capital of Gelug Province by land.
Petrograd is the core territory of Glory Count Silvet, and is also where the Blood Flag Brigade is stationed. It is also guarded by strong men. As usual, the Tartaglia mercenaries who kidnapped Margaret should not choose to be here.
Hidden in a heavily guarded location.
Unless Sylvette is also involved as an accomplice, or perhaps Barbarossa's side hopes to use this to cause an all-out conflict between the Duke of Medamoa and the Earl of Glory?
While thinking about it, Moriarty took advantage of the morning light and entered Petrograd among a large group of orcs entering the city.
Unlike Wolfsburg, Petrograd is obviously much more "open". For a fee of a few coppers, any foreigner can enter the city freely. But don't think that Petrograd will become a chaotic place where people and people are mixed.
, because the long string of dried heads hanging on the tall stone building has clearly told everyone that the only outcome for anyone who dares to cause trouble here is to become one of these skeletons. They will be exposed to the violent wind for a long time.
Howling and whimpering.
Walking and walking, Moriarty carefully observed this huge provincial capital while searching for any clues that might lead to Margaret.
At such a close range, search spells such as "Soul Catcher" cannot further locate the location, and can only rely on "manual" tracing. However, the crowded crowds in the city and the large moose caravans passing through from time to time interfered.
Quite large. At the same time, there is a strong Beamon nearby, and Moriarty cannot unscrupulously spread out his mental power to cover the area.
"Go away, don't stay in the street! Make room for the caravan behind you!"
At this time, a similar voice came to mind on a street corner not far away. Moriarty was stunned for a moment, then turned his eyes and saw a barbarian with a dead rosewood branch in his mouth, lazily scolding several unknown people.
Why was there a big-eared monster squatting motionless in the middle of the road? There was a group of tough Beamon behind him. They immediately stepped forward and drove the big-eared monster aside with a fist and kick, and then the whole road became normal again.
"It's him, Varyosha, the former leader of the barbaric totem."
The memory of any legal practitioner is extraordinary. Moriarty immediately recognized this "old friend" and his eyes lit up.
After many years of separation, the former leader of the wasteland thieves has transformed into a middle-level officer of the Blood Flag Brigade, and his strength has grown to level eight. The only things that remain unchanged are his seemingly relaxed but fierce personality and his love for chewing sour branches.
hobby.
After dealing with the bastard blocking the road, Varyosha continued to lead the patrol.
Unconsciously, a strange figure suddenly sneaked into the patrol, but those Behemoth soldiers were only slightly aware of it, as if the person walking among them was a comrade. Valyosha also felt inexplicably confused.
As if being pulled by some invisible thin thread, he began to involuntarily start a new inspection along an irresistible route.
"Step aside!"
"Get out to the street!"
"Don't move!"
Like a team of the most selfless and diligent city managers. For most of the day, Varyosha's team almost drove everyone to chaos in Petrograd. Even other patrol teams saw a serious and cold-looking man.
When the barbarians and other Behemoth warriors met, they all felt puzzled: It was just a routine sweep of the street, and was it like searching for fugitives?
Finally, after sweeping a full circle with all their strength, Varyosha's team finally slowed down at the edge of the slave market in the west of the city. At the same time, a certain figure in the team also frowned, and at the same time, Varyosha's eyes were confused.
Whisper.
It turned out that the slave market was run by Silvet's youngest son as a shareholder. He was so powerful and had a deep background that he almost monopolized the slave trade in Gru Province. It was also an important source of wealth for Earl Glory.
Because it is necessary to prevent slaves from escaping or rioting in the market, the guard here has always been tight, and it can almost be regarded as a small circle independent of the Petrograd city defense system. Naturally, Varyosha does not have the power to lead people
If you go straight in, you can only patrol around at most.
"Okay, it's been a hard day, everyone can go back to camp and rest."
After stopping for a moment outside the market, Moriarty gave instructions with a smile.
Varyosha and the entire patrol turned around and left without paying any attention to each other, as if this person had never appeared in front of them.
After the Behemoths left, Moriarty also lowered his body, leaned against the wooden fence corner of the slave market, and took a deep breath.
"...It's true, a slight but unique smell of bitter almond... This is the unique smell of the swamp dragon's gonads... ha..."
Finally, after exhaling the turbid air in his chest, Moriarty finally smiled.
As a branch of the pseudo-dragon, the wyvern can be said to be one of the overlords of the Tartaglia swamp. With its highly venomous ambergris saliva and extremely sharp claws, it reaches the top of the food chain, only inferior to the Hydra, commonly known as the Hydra.
One chip.
Now, traces of a wyvern have appeared in the hinterland of Krolod, thousands of miles away from the Everglades. There is no doubt that they must be the strong Tartaglia mercenary who kidnapped Margaret.
Through the gap between the wooden fences, Moriarty looked at the noisy and roaring slave market, but did not move for a moment. The other party would choose to hide here, obviously intending to use the special local location as a support. As long as someone comes to break in.
Entering will definitely alert the guards, and will immediately attract the siege of other Behemoth strong men. At that time, the strong men of Tartaglia will launch a sneak attack, or a double kill on both sides, and the alliance between Medamoah and Silvet will be immediately possible.
Take revenge.
After observing carefully for a long time, it wasn't until the sky darkened that Moriarty quietly retreated.
Gradually, the lanterns came on, and the torches in the corridor of the Earl's Mansion were lit one by one, and the room was also lit with oil wax as thick as an arm, which was extremely bright.
In the banquet hall, Silvette, who is over fifty years old, is standing at the head of the table, like a lion standing proudly on his territory.
On both sides of the long table in front of him, there were seven of his sons sitting respectively. Most of them had fierce auras and strong backs. The weakest one was also a mid-level Behemoth warrior.
As for the count's many wives, concubines, and daughters, they had no right to serve at the table. As usual, they were "expelled" to a small hall to the side to dine, and they had no qualifications to participate in "table discussions."
This is the style of the oldest Beamon family, which is extremely patriarchal and even regards women only as reproductive tools.
In comparison, Metamoah can be said to be extremely doting on his two daughters.
"The opening of Heroic Mountain is just around the corner, and the life-and-death battle between the prince and the duke is about to begin. In the near future, security inspections in Petrograd and Gru province must be strengthened to prevent some scum who are ready to take advantage of the loopholes."
After swallowing a whole huge roasted leg of beef in several mouthfuls, and draining a full gold cup of strong absinthe, the Count touched his thick, wine-stained beard and half-snarled, making the whole room buzz.
Buzz”.
"Yes, father! All members of the Blood Flag Brigade have been fully equipped. If something happens, they can immediately attack and kill them!"
Immediately, Silvette's eldest son Andre stood up suddenly.
He is also one of the lieutenants of the brigade. He has reached level 12 bloodthirsty barbarian combat power and is deeply trusted by the count.
"Very good! No matter who dares to cause trouble in my territory, they will be killed without mercy!"
As an honorable count second only to the Duke, Silvette was qualified enough to issue such a murderous declaration. Immediately, everyone in the restaurant stood up and made a loud promise. What's more, they seemed to be inspired by something in the Duke's words.
An invisible force stirred up his blood, and he roared and smashed the desk in front of him.
Seeing this, Sylvette not only did not feel dissatisfied, but actually laughed appreciatively.
But at this moment, a huge explosion suddenly sounded outside the hall. The shock wave even rushed through the corridor, directly broke through the ajar door, and blew out half of the candles in the restaurant.
Before the Earl and his son could react, "Boom...", there were multiple explosions in succession. Some were in the nearby Earl's Mansion, and some were farther away. Judging from the direction, it was the direction where the Blood Flag Brigade was stationed.
"Who is it!? Who dares to attack my mansion!? Find him and catch him. I will tear apart its bones with my own hands and drink up its blood!"
As if he had received the loudest slap in the face, Count Silvet was extremely furious. His originally huge body expanded and turned into a giant five meters tall. At the same time, there was a large bloody halo under his feet.
Emerged. Under the light of the halo, the seven sons in the restaurant also turned crazy one by one, their eyes were filled with blood, and their auras were extremely violent. (To be continued.)
