Vol 3 Chapter 123: Never surrender

The two stared at them for a while, and finally Witt used water polo technique to barely clear the sewage on their bodies, smelling the stench, Turtledove said:
"This is too stinky. We can't do this. It's impossible not to notice this odor."
Eventually they climbed onto the ground from the sewer, pryed the door of a family of citizens, fainted them, and then quickly cleaned them. About ten minutes later, after smelling the clean smell of their bodies, the turtledoves nodded in satisfaction.
"This family hasn't been in a coma for at least a whole day. We can't forcefully break into the correctional facility and hide first and wait for the opportunity."
As they spoke, a group of patrolling discipliners had already approached here.
The time went back three hours, and after Ace confirmed the facts of the incident, he decided to get Gore's uncle Gotha first.
"According to Gore's confession, Gautha would return to his residence every day. I personally arrested him and confirmed the situation of Misha's family."
Ace did not delay time, and now the disappearance of Gore and others should not have been discovered. Tonight is the moonless night again, and it is the best time to act.
Ace asked Warren and others to continue to torture the three of Gore and Hull, while he manipulated the shadow crows and stepped on the shadow to quickly come to Gosa's house.
In Gautha's bedroom, there was a vague sound of a crowd of crows, and the dark crow shadows gathered, and gradually became a dark two-dimensional human form, staring at Gautha who was sleeping, showing a hollow and terrible smile.
Dozens of shadow touches stretched out from behind the lacquer black figure, gently touching Gotha, the real dream and Gotha's dreams gradually merged through the shadow touch.
In the middle of the dreamland, the sky is clear and the green grassland, Gaosa is drinking wine on the high platform, and a few hot-dressed beauties are matching him. When the coveted crosses, the sky suddenly becomes dark and the thunderstorm is overwhelming.
Gossa was soaked in the downpour and was furious. He was about to curse. The hot beauties around him suddenly became pitch black. They instantly turned into touches of hundreds of shadows, entangled him and dragged him to In the shadows.
In reality, in Gautha's bedroom, his soul was pulled by Ace with the touch of shadow, and along with the dream fog created by the real dream, he slowly pulled into the real dream.
In the dark torture room, Gaussa's soul was tied to the cross in his dream, beating fiercely.
This is the latest application of Real Fantasy Dreamland, which can make people fall into dreamland. If the power is too different from Ace, even the soul will be pulled into the dreamland.
The damage suffered in the dream will be halved and returned to reality.
Simply put, if you get a slight injury in a dream, you will turn blue in reality; if you get a serious injury in a dream, you will get a slight injury in reality; you are dying in a dream, but you will be seriously injured in reality; if you die in a dream, you may be dying in reality.
Entering the dreamland, the battle and the scene are not completely controlled by Ace, but according to the changes in the spiritual strength, will and dream scene of both parties, but in any case, this is Ace's home field, as long as he is not too strong, it is difficult to be in the dream. Defeating him in the middle is at best breaking away from the dream.
In the dream, Gotha was dying from being beaten. His mental strength was too low, and he didn't have the strong will and virtue runes like a knight to isolate the influence of the dream, and he had no resistance in the dream.
As Gautha slowly collapsed, his memories turned into dream light clusters, and Ace looked through them one by one, not only clarifying the cause and effect, but also knowing the current situation.
"What is..."
The voice gradually disappeared, and Ace turned into the shadow of a group of crows, hiding in the shadows, leaving only Gautha looking at the surroundings in horror, and the black blood flowed out of the seven holes.
The black blood seemed to follow a fixed track, gradually condensing into a group of words.
Soon after, there was a violent explosion in the correctional center. The crows screamed and the gods wailed. The hero Karim chased out directly, shouting: "It's the Dark Raven Devil, unforgivable!"
Karim looked at nearly a hundred fleeing shadow crows, furious, and mobilized all the discipliners to hunt down the "dark crow devil."
The punishment center has collapsed for the most part, and the corpse was manipulated by the shadows, forming a sentence, and Karim looked at this sentence even more angry.
"The Alliance of Fire Thieves will never yield!"
Witte and Mr. Turtledove hid in a nearby attic, looked down the window, and found that the discipliners had begun to break in from house to house, searching for blasphemers, and they had been surrounded.
Mr. Turtledove gritted his teeth, took a bite and said:
"Lao Tzu has been miserable by you, saying that you who are born overclockers are the most promising to become an official wizard. Remember to help me see the future of the magic road."
As soon as the voice fell, the flat magic model in Mr. Turtledove's hand flickered and formed, and he jumped out of the window violently. The gray cloth robe was flat and flat, and it stopped firmly in the air. It turned out to be a magic flying carpet.
Standing on the flying carpet, he was naked, and the magical hand grabbed a tarpaulin bag on the flying carpet and threw it on the spell model. In an instant, a fan-shaped torrent of hot flames poured out from the spell model he held high.
The group of discipliners dodged and resisted a little embarrassedly. When they found that the torrent of flames had disappeared, the turtle dove had already flew away on a somewhat shabby magic flying carpet.
"Chasing! Don't let the desecrator run away."
Witte watched all the nearby discipliners chasing the turtledoves, silently crying.
"Sorry Mr. Turtledove, I may not be able to see the future of magic."
His eyes were sad and firm. He was going to take a look at the ruins of the punishment house. Maybe Misha was still alive.
Witte didn't hesitate, he waited quietly for the discipliners to leave, transformed into a gray cat with polymorphism, and ran into the ruins of the punishment house.
As soon as he entered the ruins of the correctional center, Witt was stunned. Just south of the correctional center was a small square ~ EbookFREE.me~ with dozens of tall wooden pillars erected on it.
As an intermediate wizard apprentice, Werther had good eyesight. He clearly saw nearly ten people on the pillar, including Misha and Misha's parents.
The grey cat Witt ran away in a hurry, fell and rolled into the middle of the wooden pillars, and found that the people here had long lost his breath. He whine silently, jumped onto Misha's shoulder and licked the wound on Misha's face.
It was of no use. The bruised Misha had already died. It was precisely because of this that Ace was so annoyed that he used the magic glycerin tube as a spellcasting material to blow up most of the punishment center from a distance, leaving the name of the fire thief by the way. Number and imprint.
At this moment, Witt heard Misha's murmur.
"Werther, Werther, live..."
The gray cat responded anxiously, but Misha lost her voice again. He listened carefully and found that the sound was not from Misha, but the small conch on her chest.
A weak magical response lingered on the small conch, and Witt felt the rhythm on the conch, which was somewhat similar to Misha's soul frequency.
In a daze, Witt seemed to see Misha trying to endure the pain, she was scared, she was missing, all kinds of emotions lingered, and the conch became her only sustenance.
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