Chapter 768: Dark line (middle)

He walked along a hidden drain, which was actually dug out by fart, who occasionally sneaked into human camps, or traded or stolen. Vertex X23US
　　 Such a road was not even known to Ok in the camp.
At the end of the ditch, he quickly walked into a square. Since most of the Oaks had gathered to go to the front line, he could hardly see any living things. It might also allow him to find out the psionic activity that he just detected.
　　 But his mind stubbornly refused to be clear.
　　Gracas stopped and slowly raised his gaze.
　　He was standing in front of a place similar to a temple. Under the high lintel, was a sculpture made of black iron, showing a brutal smiling face. It is said that this was Ock's abstract understanding of their gods.
　　 But Grakas thought otherwise, what a terrible mistake, and how stupid misleading brought him here?
　　 This is the area in the entire camp where he is most reluctant to visit.
　　 The smiling face seemed to be pulsating and stretching, pressing his eyes into his head.
　　 The sun was irritated and dazzling. He vomited and pressed down the hot reflux from his stomach.
　　 This penetration is completely different from the previous one, as if this camp had already noticed him as an intruder, and turned into a big net to catch him.
　　 Something is playing with him.
　　 He couldn't help vomiting, so he hurriedly walked into an alley next to him, standing in the shadow of the tent and bending down, releasing a sour liquid.
　　 Gastric juice quickly sprayed from his throat. He almost never had time to tear off the sand mask.
　　 He knelt down to the ground, trembling and spitting acid water.
　　The two figures, which were just dark shadows before, started walking towards him along the alley.
　　 They are not in a hurry, but there is a gesture of purpose and urgency in the footsteps.
　　Grakas stood up and walked in the opposite direction, which was also full of purpose and was not too busy.
　　Three more figures appeared on the other side of the alley, and walked toward him along the long and winding alley.
　　What are they? Ordinary Oak? Guard? Mad priest?
There are several branches on the side of the alley, and Grakas turns into the first fork, waiting for him to disappear after he disappears from the gradually approaching film and television fields.
　　 But he came to a dead end, behind a tall and beautiful tent.
　　 He heard footsteps coming from behind him, so he immediately lifted the curtain and got into the wonderful coolness and darkness.
　　 Then Gracas waited breathlessly, listening to the dull footsteps and speeches outside the tent.
　　 Suddenly, a giant armor covered with armor stretched out of the darkness, grabbed his throat, turned him around, slammed on the ground, and held him in the air.
"Well……"
　　Gracas was out of breath and his feet kicked out of thin air.
　　The iron hand held him tightly, and his back was against the pillar of the tent.
　　 "I am thinking."
　　 A deep voice came from the darkness.
　　 "You have been looking for me, Grakas."
　　 The other party knows his name.
　　 "Yes, it is possible."
　　Gracas hissed:
　　 "However, this should and should depend on who you are."
　　 "Who am I? You know who I am, you treacherous bastard, I am Guck!"
　　Grakas's throbbing blood vessels seemed to burst, and his trachea was completely squeezed.
【let me go】
　　 Desperately used his spiritual energy. He strictly said that he was not a wizard, but he was more dangerous than a wizard.
　　 Soon, the giant hand made of steel released him, and Gracas collapsed on the floor. Although he was injured and dizzy, he forced his mind to turn quickly.
Gradually, his eyes gradually adapted to the darkness in the room.
　　 He could see the huge figure that had just grabbed himself and the hot red light on his face, but he could not read the other person's heart, something blocked him.
　　 But in any case, the urgent message he just sent was obviously received by the other party.
　　【Go back, take your hands away from the weapon】
　　 The huge shadow above took a step back.
　　 "Let him stop doing that."
　　The shadowy voice shouted.
　　 There are other people in this apparently unsafe haven. Gracas saw another guy wearing a mask, but he couldn't see the other person with his eyes, but the mask appeared in his mind.
　　Grakas wanted to stand up, but a penetrating shriek, like the sound of wet fingers sliding through the glass, pierced his cerebral cortex.
　　【Lying down】
　　The severe pain ignited in his autonomic nervous system, followed by the spine, and he groaned and fell back.
　　 "He is wild, but not strong enough."
　　 said the masked figure.
　　 "Can't subdue him?"
　　 asked the huge shadow.
　　 "That's not true."
　　 "Then leave him alone."
　　 The sharpness suddenly increased, and Grakas began to convulse.
　　 "Let's talk about it, Gracas."
　　 The huge shadow bent down and approached him.
　　 "I either heard some truth from you, or simply crushed your cunning brain, okay? I made it clear?"
　　Gracas nodded, the pain was unparalleled, and he felt the blood flowing from his nose and onto his lips.
　　 "Very good, Mog Drogan will let you go. That's a good thing, right? After he let you go, don't play tricks, I also made it clear?"
"Yes"
　　Grakas hissed and said his throat was sore and tingling.
　　 "Let him go."
　　 ordered the giant.
　　 Then the shriek immediately disappeared, taking away most of the pain, and Gracas lay limp on the ground, panting.
　　 "Fire."
　　The giant ordered again.
　　After a brief fluctuation, dozens of torches around the room automatically ignited at the same time, and then Gracas realized that he had come to a place or that he had just arrived at his destination.
　　 The yellow flames on the torches gave off a strong light~EbookFREE.me~ so that Gracas could see clearly the furnishings of this tent.
　　Like the standard Ok architecture, it still looks messy, with loot everywhere.
　　He also saw what he had to face: a pale giant beast in armor and a mad shaman wearing a mask.
　　 "Your name is Gracas?"
　　Gook asked curiously.
　　 "You said yes."
　　 "If you want, I can let Lao Mo continue."
　　Grakas shook his head, and a drop of his blood dotted the surrounding ground.
　　 "Yes, my name is Gracas, you already know."
　　 "Look at me."
Gracas raised his head, the other party was wearing huge power armor, gray iron-colored armor with silver trim, red smiley emblem printed on the shoulder armor, the helmet is the most gorgeous, like a whale whisker At the mouth, the dim red light penetrated through the face of the mask.
　　 "Look at me, don't distract, this is right."
"I"
"be quiet."
　　Gook raised a huge index finger.
　　 "You have to tell me everything I want to know, not what you want to say."
　　Gracas nodded.
　　 "You are looking for me, that's why you come to this city, you know I will be here."
　　Gracas nodded again.
"How did you know?"
　　 "Because he invited you to come here."
　　 "He invited me? Who do you mean by "he"?"
　　 "The host I serve, Hannibal."