Night shrouded the Morrowind Stronghold, and high-concentration ether filled the land. Against the darkness, the magnificent arcs rippled, and with the breeze, colorful silks were pulled out.
The glow of the ether is always changeable and appears immediately within the color field visible to humans. For the condenser, this is also one of its own characteristics, such as the cyan glow of Boluogo, Aimu, and Jeffrey.
Waiting for the golden light of others.
Under the ether in its natural state, it is not controlled by any condenser, and its radiant light becomes colorful and romantic.
Boluogo stood by the window, watching the aurora-like scenery, and then once again sighed at the magnificence of the world and its colorfulness.
At this time, Boluogo would feel the blessing of fate, which burdened him with debt, but also allowed him to survive and have the opportunity to witness this scene that he had never touched.
Looking back, Bologg continued to wander around Morrowind Stronghold, like a guard on night patrol. He was not sleepy yet and did not want to fall asleep early. There were not many such opportunities. He wanted to stay within the scope allowed by Vonn.
, learn more about this ancient castle complex.
Outside the Stronghold of Morrowind, the bright moonlight was gradually covered by dark clouds, and the moonlit sea gradually darkened. In the deep and unknowable darkness, only the sound of heavy waves could be heard, and the waves continued one after another.
It slaps on the shore and washes against the rocks.
People have long been accustomed to this kind of melody, but what is different tonight is that there is a discordant noise in the natural melody.
In the deep ocean, strange creatures twisted their abominable figures. Driven by the waves, they climbed onto the wet beach one after another.
They tried hard to suppress their desire for flesh and blood, waving their wet arms and grabbing onto the steep cliff. In the thick dark clouds, the hungry wind-eroded birds also tried hard to restrain their nature and not make any sound, just like smelling
A pack of bloody wolves surrounds the fortress of Morrowind.
They were waiting for something, and soon, what they were waiting for came.
Deadly breezes blew from the angry sea, carrying dust-like substances. The moment they approached the fortress of Morrowind, they collided with something invisible, and the bursting arc outlined an arc.
Blurred curved barrier.
Under the fierce reaction, the virtual defense line constructed by the Morrowind Fortress began to be filled with cracks and broken, and dust corroded the barrier made of ether, opening a safe tunnel within this tight cordon.
The order to attack came in the wind, and the monsters climbed up the cliff one after another. The wind-eroded birds were also surrounded by dark clouds, ready to swoop down at any time.
At the end of the darkness, pairs of scarlet eyes opened, looking at the high wall they had never crossed.
The bloody blood gradually spread with the moist sea breeze, like a dark red mist, gradually filling the morning wind barrier, and on the highest sky tower, Vonn watched all this calmly, with a look on his face at this moment
There is no longer the usual kind smile on the face, but absolute indifference, like metal.
Vonn said calmly, "So... is this your real job? Everything before was just a cover?"
Recalling this short-term contact, Vonn felt a little cold. Maybe he had been at ease in Fengyuan Highlands for too long, and he had actually forgotten the true nature of the violent organization known as the Bureau of Order.
The other party hid in the darkness and stated calmly, "This is just necessary intelligence work - deceiving one's own people."
"Then where did you get this information?" Vonn had doubts, "Even I don't know this, but you guys who are thousands of miles away know this better than me.
What happened in this land.”
"Not to mention something so core and confidential."
Many years ago, the Bureau of Order was controlled by the six founding families. However, as time passed and technology advanced, people were shocked to find that the Bureau of Order, which was once firmly controlled by them, now controls them.
The leaders of this huge group were replaced, and when they realized all this, the intricate behemoth had become beyond recognition and difficult to see.
Vonn had a deeper understanding of this feeling at this moment. The Bureau of Order had a deeper understanding of Fengyuan Highland than he, the head of the Clerks family, as if the Morrowind Fortress was to the Bureau of Order.
It is one-way transparent.
"This is a directive from the decision-making room."
The other party still had that calm and indifferent attitude. No matter what Vonn asked him, he just answered mechanically.
Decision making room.
Vonn took a deep breath and raised the corners of his cold mouth easily, "Why do I accept the order so easily when I hear it is from the decision-making room?"
This feeling is very strange. Vonn has been vaguely aware of this since he worked in the Bureau of Order when he was young.
The decision-making room is omnipotent.
No one told Fern this, but this thought strangely arose in his mind.
The decision-making room is omnipotent.
Vonn once wondered whether this was some kind of mental influence. When he returned to Fengyuan Highlands, he conducted many tests on himself and found nothing abnormal. But what was even more strange was that as his work deepened,
As he grew older, the concept that the decision-making room was omnipotent did not collapse in his heart, but instead became stronger.
To this day, the decision-making room has once again reinforced this belief in Vonn's mind.
The decision-making room is omnipotent.
Fu En sighed softly, "As if he is omniscient and omnipotent..."
He knew very well that there was no omniscient and omnipotent being in this world, but Vonn could not help but associate the decision-making room with it. Even if it could not be done, it would be infinitely close.
In the darkness, the other party opened the suitcase and took out a simple flintlock gun. He held it in his hand and felt a warm feeling on the wooden handle.
Vonn examined the flintlock gun. It was obviously just taken out of the suitcase, but it appeared to be in a fired state.
The flint clip collided with the fire sickle, the lid of the medicine tank was also opened, the metal of the gun muzzle was slightly red, and there was a faint smoke of gunpowder.
It seemed that it had been fired inside the suitcase, but there was no sound of gunshots, no projectiles, and no traces of gunfire. This flintlock gun was full of weirdness everywhere.
Vonn recognized the weapon and his eyes became serious. Fortunately, he was well-informed and calmed down immediately.
"They gave this weapon to you? That's crazy."
"Nothing, it's just a replica of the 'established gun', and the conditions for use are very harsh. It was delivered to me only as insurance. After all, the target is suspected..."
The other party did not continue talking and checked the flintlock gun. He also noticed the current state of the flintlock gun after firing, and his tone was filled with regret.
"Sorry, Chekhov's gun has been fired."
The bullet has been fired, now we just need to find the heart of the person it is in.
Vonn didn't think there was anything to be sorry for. When he was working in the Bureau of Order, he also came into contact with this weird alchemical weapon and used it to penetrate the hearts of several people.
On a frontal battlefield, it may not be as beneficial as a short sword, but with its weird properties, no one can underestimate its existence.
This is an alchemical weapon exclusive to assassins.
Just like Palmer's gift, that mysterious and mysterious luck, it may not be noticeable many times, but you can't ignore its existence. In an inadvertent moment, it will become the key to reversing the situation.
Fu En stopped thinking about these things and ordered.
"I'll deal with those troublesome guys, and you...go find the bullet that has been fired."
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In terms of building scale alone, the Morrowind Fortress is still too huge. Bologg feels that if he is given a few more days, he may not be able to explore it all, let alone those areas that are forbidden to enter, such as the wind cellar.
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This place alone was so majestic, and Boluogo couldn't help but wonder how glorious the long-buried sacred city of Remengeton would be.
The curiosity is so gripping that it makes Boluogo think wildly. If possible, Boluogo would like to explore the Abandoned Land again, but due to the evil of the seal under the Abandoned Land, this matter needs to be approved by many parties.
Just out of curiosity, Bologo felt that he would not be able to pass the approval for the Lebius link alone, let alone the Desperate Outpost part.
Any etheric, flesh-and-blood creature stepping into the abandoned land will bring risks to the stability of the evil seal, which is unacceptable to the Abyss Watchers.
The thoughts did not linger in Bologe's mind for too long. A breeze blew from outside the open window. The moist sea breeze blew over the tip of Bologe's nose. The strange smell in the coolness made Bologe stop all thinking in an instant.
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Like a shark smelling blood in the sea, all the muscles in Boluogo's body tensed up instinctively, clenching his fists in preparation for battle.
Boluogo didn't even realize why he was so vigilant at the first moment, and then he discerned the familiar scent of soul corruption in the sea breeze.
The snake scale liquid extended from the cuffs and was forged into a sharp long knife in Bolog's hand. Bologg stood by the open window and swept his eyes in the quiet and deserted corridor.
This scene was very much like the plot in a horror movie. The victim was wandering in the corridor in terror, avoiding the monsters that came out of nowhere. The audience also held their breath, waiting for the cruel scene to unfold.
Fortunately, this is not a movie, but reality, and Boluogo is not a defenseless victim. On the contrary, he feels that if this is a movie, his identity should be reversed with that of the monster.
The sound of raindrops came from the window, and the continuous drizzle hit the castle.
The Fengyuan Highlands are often accompanied by wind and rain, and a sudden curtain of rain is normal. Then, in a thunder that cuts through the sky, the roaring reverberation covers up the wailing.