Chapter 906: I want to go now, I am afraid I am late?

"A big fog?"
Amy followed Meg, carrying the sword, and jumped over the lion's back, reaching for a fog, some curious.
"Yeah, this place is hard to find." McGonagall nodded, staring at the thick fog, his sharp eyes piercing the fog, far beyond the ordinary people's vision in this dense fog can still see 100 meters. Other things, if it is a ten-level powerhouse, should be able to ignore this level of fog.
McGon looked down at Amy and looked seriously: "Millet, our first priority is to save the hostages while protecting ourselves, and to ensure that we will not be discovered who we are, so you only need to use the extremely cold field. This magic is enough, and the rest is left to the father, okay?"
"Well." Amy nodded.
McGonagall turned to Azidao: "Azi, you are responsible for stalking and catching all the guys who are trying to escape."
Azi also nodded, although it did not understand who could escape from McGonagall's hands.
"Depart." McGonagall said softly, carrying the sword toward the depths of the jungle, almost silently rushing away, the sword was half-sleeve, and then returned to the sheath, a demon hidden between the trees quietly Falling down, falling head, confused.
Amy’s small pair of golden wings appeared behind her, behind McGonagall, dexterously walking through the trees, and there was no sound at all. A pair of big eyes were full of worship and looked at McGonagall’s back.
Silent killings were carried out between the jungles. The spies and dark whistle scattered around were killed by McGonagall and marched toward the center.
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In the depths of the jungle, near the center of the canyon, there is a large cave on the cliff wall, and there are several wooden houses built in the cave entrance. More than a dozen orcs and demons are patrolling, and their faces are a little nervous.
Deep in the cave, in a separate empty cave, a young orc looked at him with a look of horror and horrible orcs with a look of horror: "Jean, what do we do now? Ghost fire chiefs should all die Alex, really shot, the purple lion scorpion torn the ghosts into pieces, it is terrible! Just like tearing a chicken, will we be found here? We Run away..."
"Shut up!" The orc, known as Jean, yelled and walked in the cave. Although his expression tried to keep calm, the trembling hand exposed his mood.
Alex shot, this is something that everyone didn't expect, and the main force of their mercenary group was directly destroyed by one shot. Now, except for him, he is only seven in the station. The next two levels of six, the remaining dozens of members are all below the sixth level.
However, if Alex really found it, there is no difference between level 7 and level. Anyway, he can't help him with a sword.
You must know that even the ancestors of the Nether Trolls were killed by Alex. Now, on the mainland of Nolan, they dare to jump out and say that they are strong, but I am afraid that there is no one.
He is very flustered, but he knows that he can't show it, otherwise everyone wants to run, then he won't be able to run successfully, and he will die some talents.
He has been doing this for more than 20 years, has experienced glory, earned a lot of money, and experienced the dark ages brought by Alex and Irina, so he knows that after a mercenary group is eye-catching by Alex. The inevitable outcome.
"How many people have you said this thing?" Jean looked at the young orc.
The orc pressed his throat: "Most people know it... but I didn't say Alex is the one."
"Good." Jean reached out and patted the orc's shoulder, then grabbed his mouth and the black bone knife penetrated through his back.
The young orc eyes widened and there was no breath when no sound was heard.
"You are my optimistic younger generation, but unfortunately... I want to live too." Jean put the orc on the ground, with a trembling in his voice, the blood in his hand was wiped on him, carrying a big The axe walked outside the cave, and the heavy stone gate slowly closed behind him, and walked quickly along the passage toward the cave.
Large caves have been mined, and many caves are still empty. However, some of them are already closed to some tortured elves. They are curled up in the corners, they don’t dare to look up when they hear the sound, they just dare to use their eyes. Yu Guang sneaked a sneak look, then prayed in his heart that the footsteps should not stop in front of his door.
Despair and fear enveloped their hearts. They watched the teammates who had fought side by side countlessly killed, and saw that the women who were caught were tortured to death by all sorts of abuse, and they also suffered various tortures. Being locked up in this dark little cave, I don't know what to face next.
There are already elves who have committed suicide because they can't stand the torture, and the elves who live are the fear of death. For the hope of being saved, they firmly believe that the city of chaos will not give up.
No one knows how long they can last. Another female elf was found to have committed suicide this morning, so their body was tied with a rope, and the mouth was stuffed with cloth, and even the tongue could not do it.
The devil and the orc move around in the passage, and any change may cause a beating and infringement.
Jean came to the cave entrance and watched a dozen demons and orcs standing in the cave entrance: "The head and the deputy heads were all killed by the Grey Temple. Now the situation is urgent. We must make preparations for evacuation. You Go all the hands of the people, then kill all the elves and women, ready to leave."
The people who have heard the news have changed their face. When they left, they also let the heads of women and good wines die like this. It is too sudden.
A demon hesitated: "Jean, even if we want to retreat, why not bring those elves? This is the last property of our mercenary group, brought back to the Devils Islands to sell, the brothers even if they close, I can live a good life too."
"Yeah, the heads of them are all dead, and most of our mercenary groups have to be scattered. It is better to divide these elves, and then run their own way." A forest troll also followed.
When he thought about it, Jean nodded. "It’s okay. You guys are going to call people over, and you guys go in and watch the elves, don’t make any difference."
The crowd dissipated, half of them entered the cave, and the other half spread out to the mountains.
Jean looked at the direction of the cave and lifted the axe to look in a direction to leave.
There were a few dull sounds in the forest, and then a little banter sounded from the fog: "I want to go now, I am afraid it is late?"
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