Chapter 527: Burst (7)

Powell leaned on the soft and comfortable cloth cushion sofa, and gently shook the wine glass in his hand, so that the dark red liquid swirled on the wall of the glass, overflowing with a sweet and fruity aroma.
Breathe deeply, the taste of wine is already intoxicating.
This feeling of relaxation is too rare for spies who often travel on dangerous borders. But Powell was particularly fond of it because it was so rare.
He not only likes the wine produced in the town of Green Valley, but also likes the beautiful cushions from South Comil, but also likes the quietness in the illusion cabin.
The silence in the storm made Powell deeply intoxicated. Especially the storm was stirred by him, and it made him feel that he had mastered some kind of secret method, and let the world move with his own will.
Illusionist Johnson was sitting on the other side of the hut, feeding gems to the magic owl.
The flat-breasted animal was extremely critical, picking and choosing four kinds of food from his master, and constantly groaning, and commented on the current situation with a loud voice.
"Don't you worry that Victor Hugo will make a comeback? The wizards and nobles in the city may not be as powerful as they thought, or maybe they are vulnerable?"
Powell ignored the bird and poured the wine from the glass into his mouth. Weiyong feels really good and relaxes his mind moderately.
Although Johnson was annoying, the kidnapping was not successful. But this guy's ability to pick things up is really good, and the situation in the city is awkward in one move.
The inspectorate has drawn the brigades out of the city to seal the city, which will inevitably trigger a strong rebound from the nobles in the city. The two sides are already at odds with each other, and it is impossible to fight without it.
Powell had already figured it out. If the city was n’t enough, he would go out and assassinate a few times.
You do n’t need to choose any important person, even if you randomly kill a few noble servants or civilian poor ghosts, it is enough to add fuel to the fire and make one party irrational.
I have to say, such a good idea, why didn't I think of it before?
Happy in my heart, the days are comfortable. It doesn't matter if you are trapped in the hut.
The owl refused to let Powell go, and continued to whisper: "Poor ghost, drink less, that wine is expensive. You should not come to drink with us."
Powell got angry and asked Johnson: "Your favorite pet lacks discipline."
"It's called Dudu, because of this temper. Even I sneered." The illusionist didn't care to tease his bird, "Come, say something that upset me."
The owl lifted his paw and pushed his master's finger away, screaming, "Idiot, don't be too happy. You two don't look like a person doing a big deal, maybe it's helped Hugo.
"See? My dearest pet has a lot of personality." Johnson laughed cheerfully. "But the nobles in the city are not a good-tempered force.
The Brigade of the Inspectorate General will be dissatisfied. Perhaps some powerful man felt suffocated and killed the inspectorate soldiers.
When Hugo encounters this kind of situation, should he turn his face for the lives of several untouchables? It's not good to turn it, and it's not good to turn it. I'm embarrassed for him. "
Hahaha's laughter echoed in the illusion cabin.
Powell grabbed the bottle and poured himself another glass, and he kept laughing. He imagined the dilemma facing the enemy, and he was very happy.
Laughter rang to the highest point, and suddenly the volley pressed a louder voice. The sound was magnificent, as if the night had broken open, and the gods had come.
"The residents of Coldwind City,"
puff.......
Powell was almost scared and paralyzed, his chest tightened, and a sip of wine was fully ejected under the impact of lung pressure. The droplets flew out of the sky, and then fell again, covering his face.
This lively self-reliance.
Johnson also froze, his hands and feet motionless, his face expressionless. He was carefully discerning the source of the sound, hoping that he had auditory hallucinations.
The two brothers and brothers looked at each other, not auditory hallucinations.
The magnificent voice continued to sound, "I am Victor Hugo, speaking to you in the Wizard's Tower."
Lying trough!
The two seemed to fall into the oil pan, and suddenly jumped from their seats when they were hot. They looked up at the ceiling at the same time, as if there was a terrible enemy above them.
"I have an ominous hunch." The owl flapped his wings and flew out of the hut to go around. After returning, he said calmly: "Tell you a bad news, the sound comes from the tower of the wizard.
Victor Hugo controlled the prophecy level at the top of the tower and was speaking to the whole city. I knew that the gang of waste from the wizarding group was useless, and it was better to count on a group of pigs than to count on them. "
"Impossible." Powell exclaimed. He hugged his head, grabbed his hair, and was shocked to be unacceptable. "How long has it been? Hugo has controlled the tower of the wizard? The wizarding group is not as good as the pig."
Johnson was also crazy, he also ran outside the illusion cabin, climbed on the roof disguised as a civilian residence and looked at the darkness of the city center.
The top of the wizard's tower has lights, and the silhouette of the top of the tower can usually be seen in the haze. After Old Bank left, the top of the tower became bare.
But now the top of the tower has changed to a hemispherical shape, that is, the prophecy observatory is raised.
"How could this be?" Johnson's heartbeat thumped, and the incident went beyond expectations. "How can the chiefs of the wizarding group allow Hugo to control the top of the tower? They ..., they ..."
Is it dead or surrendered?
Powell also ran out and followed in a daze in the dark.
The owl flies up to the sky, indicating that it is possible to inquire about the situation. After more than ten minutes, it came back slowly and said in a long tone: "The facts are fully in line with my estimate."
Johnson and Powell wished they could strangle the bird at the same time. The two screamed angrily: "Hurry up."
The owl said, "I came across several people who fled the Wizard's Tower. They said there was a turmoil in the tower. The five chiefs joined forces to press on Hugo, but they were attacked badly.
The Wizards of the Cold Wind City is considered to be finished. They are not dead, nor surrendered, but they are defeated. The wizards who are currently fleeing are gathering in the direction of the city's main palace, presumably to join forces with families in the city such as Arad.
I continue to make a bold prediction now, where are the nobles in the city better than the Wizards? Don't overestimate their strength, maybe it will be crushed. "
The tone of the owl seemed to be as calm as the statement of the press release.
Powell was covered in goose bumps and sweating. Johnson didn't get anywhere, and was completely stupid. The two were countless, but the beginning was not the end.
Wait, this is not the end.
Powell turned his head and returned to the illusion hut to collect things. "I have to leave this broken city immediately. It's too dangerous to stay here. Especially following you stupid people and stupid birds, I have to be pitted to death."
Johnson grabbed Powell, "Where can you go now? The Wizard's Tower monitors the city, do you think you can be found?"
Do n’t forget that the ‘evil dogs’ under Hugo must be looking for us everywhere. Do you have a chance to meet them? "
Powell is alone, of course, no chance. He was even more angry: "Do I still have to hide in your broken house and wait for Hugo to find the door?"
Johnson shook his head. "Hugo must be staring at the wizards and nobles gathered in the city's main palace. When they fight, they will not have too much control. Wait, we will think about it until dawn.
This is not unreasonable. Powell thought about it calmly and raised his hand to owl toot, "Let your stupid bird stare over the main palace.
As long as there is a fight over there, we will run away immediately. This cold wind city really can't stay any longer. "