Chapter 673: Shaking Shadow (Part 1)

Flames surrounded him.
The blazing white-hot flames were bright and dazzling, and hot enough to turn the strongest armor into liquid.
However, he could not feel any heat, but was in a cool, surrounded by a spacious space...and silence.
"Boss, you are still alive,"
The neurotic boy Dika said that he bent down to help Beiruo stand up, and the other boys were lying in the garden in a fog.
Dirty car tanks belonging to the fifteenth Dalian broke into the protective wall and rushed in, but were overwhelmed by this amazing situation.
Beirug glanced at the surrounding garden and then looked at the burning memorial hall.
"Dika? Did you do it?"
He asked hoarsely.
"Yes, sir."
"You threw us all out by yourself?"
Beirut asked very solemnly.
"I... yes, boss."
The nerve boy nodded.
"I am happy for this because if you are not here, you will be there."
He pointed to a memorial blazing like the sun.
"You haven't been able to do this before."
"No, sir."
The neuroboy corrected:
"I can throw a thousand jumps into the sky at a time, but the other guys just looked at me and didn't notice."
"I said why the last time there was a kid who was up and down and it rained, it was you..."
"Uh, that was just an accident."
With the help of Dika, Beiruf had stood up and sat in the chair brought by the guards. The boy with severe pain was checking the wound on his neck.
The warlord suffered some injuries, but the claw marks next to that throat were the most severe, but at least the blood had stopped.
"This is really a cunning guy, I have never seen a hunter more difficult than him."
Recalling the evils caused by the shadow, Beirut felt trouble for the first time, and there were few things that made him feel helpless. He was good at defeating the enemy on the front, and he was good at defeating the enemy with lurking and tracking, but for this erratic Indefinite stuff...
"He intends to muddy the water."
His lieutenant came over, and half of his face was burnt, but it didn't seem to have much effect.
"Special warfare boys often do the same, destroy and then mess up the situation."
"But he is a little different."
Beiruu shook his head.
"He personally involved in danger and put himself in extreme danger to launch an attack as if he didn't care about himself."
He paused again, looking back at the parliament hall and the noble mansion. The night sky outside the high porch was dark and silent, as dark glass could not see through.
"unless--"
The warlord muttered.
"Unless, he is a thief."
"Sir?"
"Hunters will take risks--"
The warlord nodded to himself.
"But the thief is never too risky. He always protects himself and ensures that he can start the action again. The hunter will follow the prey, perhaps triggering panic, so that feeding the kid will drive Sculptor into the fence...The thief will hang around Is this? No, this is too obvious, too exposed, the owner is already alert, maybe already dispatched in full, if you want to force something, it will provoke fists and bullets, which is an unacceptable and unnecessary risk for the thief, Therefore, when the rearing kid is busy guarding the herd, the thieves will turn to places they overlook-the cellar, the mushroom bin, the tool storehouse, and the jumping cage."
Beiruf said to me, suddenly turned and walked towards the door of the House.
"Sir, what did you find?"
The adjutant shouted at him, striding after him.
"He is definitely not one."
The warlord turned his head and looked at his deputy.
"We are here, we are all here, he has done what he can do, but here is too dangerous, we are too many, so the thieves have gone where we are not."
"Those shrimps."
The deputy suddenly realized.
"He will execute their traitor."
"It's much more than that."
Beiruf foresees that these weird attackers' actions are far from stopping, maybe they have another target, such as some kind of valuable "property".
"Hi?"
nobody.
Carmel hesitated, then shook his head.
Her nerves were completely tense, and she had become startled.
She chose to return to the warlord's lounge. The newly restored room seemed empty and there were many things to be replaced, but the warlord's simple style did not make the whole room too messy.
There were no paintings hanging on the walls, the swaying wall clock whispered, and the ancient machinery seemed cold and ruthless.
She poured herself a small glass of cognac.
The night sky outside the window was extremely lonely, and only the cold light of the moon pierced it. She tried to ignore the low clouds illuminated by the fire in the old city.
She sat there but couldn't relax.
Putting down the glass and walking to the door of the room, she saw a three-meter-high Ok soldier standing outside the door.
"Bird?"
"I'm very upset, sir."
She whispered:
"Isn't there really any news about Lord Belluff? Please, sir, it's been too long."
"I will confirm."
Carmel could only go back to the room and sit down again.
The wine in the glass did not move, and she tapped her knees gently with her fingers.
Boom!
A voice ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Did someone knock on the door?
"Please come in?"
Carmel said loudly, but no one came in, and a cloud briefly covered the moon in the sky.
Why is there no news from the House?
The Hawkgirl stood up and walked to the door.
"Mr?"
There was no one in the hallway, and the lights gleamed softly on the shelves.
He went to confirm the news.
Without seeing the guards, Carmel could only conceive himself, maybe he went to check the situation.
She returned to the room, feeling that she was about to be tortured by the tension and became restless.
This is ridiculous, she is in a bright room, this is the warlord's residence, guarded by the best soldiers in the blood axe.
This--
Suddenly, she stood still.
The name was clearly written on the wall. When she walked to the door, it wasn't there yet. It is now in the form of Ok.
Beruf.
Fear grabbed her, it squeezed away the air in her lungs, and squeezed the power out of her voice, her heart never beat so fast.
There is an alarm button on the table, but it seems to be thousands of miles away.
She slowly turned around and looked around, waiting to finally witness the existence of that grinning, she knew that the guy must be standing quietly behind her.
Nothing at all.
No no……
However, the name of the host she served was still on the wall, and the scarlet blood dripped slowly. This ominous omen made her hair stand upright.
It is said that dangerous things have sneaked into the city, but Carmel couldn't imagine what could make the heavily guarded House like this, a human wizard?
It seems unlikely that if she is a wizard, she will definitely feel it.
What would it be