Vol 2 Chapter 212: The game in the dark (top)

Chapter 212, The Game in the Dark (I)
Tyres painfully kneaded his forehead.
He only felt that his own clear and clear trip to the Northland had been involved in a mess of trouble.
The embarrassing thing is that it is precisely the "self" of the stars that brought him to this point.
He really didn't know what to do.
Shouting "I am really bad" to the secret department?
"As mentioned above," Raphael’s voice steadily came: "Our people who have booked, successfully launched the blood disaster, and it also found Ramon as planned."
Tyres frowned.
A good candidate.
Does the black sword know that he himself has also been a pawn?
"But the act of blood disaster is strange: it releases its power recklessly. We have pre-evaluated its strength against that person - it doesn't have to be."
"It's weird," Rafael's disgusting black hole in his hand, Mourat's hoarse voice, he sounded a little bit moving: "The murderous madman has always been shrewd... What is it? Does it not hesitate to take risks?"
Listening to this sentence, the little slipper looked at Taylors curiously, but was frowned by the latter and went back.
Damn it.
Tyres swears that he has tried to restrain his movements and expressions before he will fall in front of everyone.
I.
He secretly said in his heart: the reason why Giza Truman was out of order...
it's me.
And Ahidah.
Really bad……
Tyres felt the heart of the faster and faster, and maintained a stiff expression without saying a word.
"Maybe that person's strength is beyond our expectations, enough to match the disaster," Rafael whispered: "You know, he grew very fast."
The heart of Tyres sinks: his cold figure of the single-handed sword appears in front of his eyes.
Eventually, after a few seconds of silence, the Black Prophet spoke up.
"This thing is postponed for a while," the black prophet said in a slow and thoughtful tone, faintly said: "I have a hunch, the truth is more than that, and it must be very interesting - the scourge of blood, hehe.
When I heard this, Tyres took a deep breath and tried to take a deep breath.
Their tone is really like...
It seems that the magician is a chess piece that is free to knead.
The night that appeared in the square of Red Square in the mind of Tyres, Eichda sat in the chess room and quietly moved the pieces.
The magician of the gas, and the magician of the blood...
Sometimes they are crazy and wise, they have a powerful force that is almost instantaneous.
Countless lives in the shield, that's it... Taylors thinks of Giza's flesh-and-blood monsters and Eichda's weird airflow.
Actually someone really thinks of them as a chess piece?
And - Tyres can't help but bow his head and look at his palm.
There was a wound that he had cut with his dagger. He had already closed his mouth and was crusting.
"What do you mean?" Cohen touched his head and blinked in confusion: "Why is the magician releasing power to commit crimes?"
"Don't ask," Raphael hid his expression in the darkness of the light, and did not care. "How to deal with disasters, this is the secret thing."
"Oh, got it," Cohen frowned and said uncomfortably: "In the past few hundred years, some of our family have been hanged in the secret department. At that time, the secret can be..."
"Master Karabyan!" Raphael suddenly made a noise and interrupted the police officer.
"Because of this, because of the relationship between your family and the secret," Raphael looked at Cohen deeply. The red dragonfly in the dark flashed and forced the second half of the warning officer back: "You It is more important to keep a distance from the Secret."
"This is advice."
The black hole in his hand trembled.
Cohen stunned and suddenly spoke.
Miranda looked at Raphael thoughtfully.
"And then?" For fear that they had been entangled on this topic for too long, and Tyres quickly interrupted: "What is the consequence of this accident?"
At the door, Wyah, who was in the wind, glanced at the door and turned her head to Rolf to make a peace of mind gesture.
Raphael sighed: "Under the madness of the disaster, not only the shield was destroyed, but the White-Blade Guard who stopped it was also devastated, so that King Nunn would clear the available army of Longyan City too. Thoroughly, there is not enough defense around."
"King Nunn died too fast, and the black sand collar won too easily," said the youngster of the Secret Society. "There has been a whole mess of the city of Longyan, and we have lost control of the situation."
"Isn't this just your plan?" Cohen, who had just suffered a boring, looked disgusted and said, "Get rid of the defense mechanism around Nuen VII."
"This is indeed the purpose of our seduce of disaster," Raphael said calmly: "But the process should not be like this."
Miranda raised an eyebrow: "Process?"
Rafael nodded: "In the original plan, from the start to the end, the strength of both Dragon and Black Sands should be maintained at a balance, and Nunn and Chaman Lombard should stand in balance. end."
Taylor's heart moved.
"What do you mean?" The prince looked up and wondered to climb his heart: "Your original intention is not to help Lombard kill the King of Nunn?"
Raphael looked at Taylors deeply and his face was awesome.
The black hole in his arm squirmed slightly, and the surrounding teeth seemed to be life-like, rubbing two times.
Miranda could not help but frown.
"Of course not -- not all," Raphael said seriously: "As I have just said, the goal of 'Dragon Blood' is not revenge, not killing, but chaos - it is Exeter's self-care."
"Mystery cooperates with Rumba, but it is not to help him; the Secret is planning to assassinate King Nunn, but not necessarily to die."
At that moment, there seemed to be a spark that flashed in the mind of Taylors.
"But Nunn fell prematurely," he muttered, replaying the scene of the head of the Nunn King over and over again in his mind: "So, the black sand collar won too easily, is it?"
He figured it out.
Raphael looked at Taylors with a dignified look and nodded slowly after a few seconds.
"What do you mean," Miranda looked at her eyes as she was worried, and she was subconsciously asked: "Lumba and Nunn should not decide the outcome so early?"
"Damn, can you say something ubiquitous that I can understand," Cohen snorted his right shoulder: "You just said that the accident happened to the disaster and Rumba? The plan that was not unexpected was What about?"
Raphael looked at his own time in the same period, and couldn't help but think of Cohen's image of screaming at the tower.
It seems that this guy has also improved.
I don't know whether it is the merit of the western front or the warning hall, or both.
Rafael sighed and said:
"If Exeter is a fierce wolf, then what we have to do last night is to let one of the wolves challenge the wolf king and let the other people in the wolves clearly see the process of killing them to death.

"In order to achieve this goal, we must let the two wolves kill enough, long enough, and even enough to create a new wolf king."
Morat at the end of the black hole did not say anything, just waiting quietly for his students.
Raphael's pupils cringed, and at this time, Taylors looked up and looked at the eyes of the secret people.
"According to our plan, in the duel between Nunn and Lombard, once the balance of the two sides leans toward one side, we will properly support the other side," Raphael nodded to the second prince: "Make sure this fight is not It will end soon."
"For example, if Lombard's conspiracy is discovered in advance, we will provide convenience and intelligence for his next move, and vice versa. If Nunn Wang falls into the wrong wind in this coup, we must help him through special means - - continually adapt until the two sides of the red-eye killer win the game."
Cohen sighed and said with a headache: "There are so many... Walton and Lombard, dragon guns and iron fists, who do you want to win?"
Rafael looked at the police officer, his eyes were sharp and his expression was solemn, but Cohen was shocked.
"Who wins is not important."
"The important thing is that in the death of the two, as the third party's secret, holding a small weight that can affect the balance of the balance without eye-opening, until both sides shed the last drop of blood, and finally achieve the result we want. "Raphael seriously said: "The Secret Society will decide who is the survivor of this fight, depending on the situation of the struggle, and decide who wins more in line with the interests of the stars."
"Decision?" Tyres turned his face: "Who decides?"
Raphael turned his head to him, and his eyes were firm in a pair of red eyes:
"I."
Suddenly found that I am two today.
It’s a day!
(End of this chapter)