Chapter 540
"Twenty-two night watchmen, 96 secret agents, countless intelligence networks, and half of the eyeliners of Imperial Capital night watchmen..."
Under the fire, there is the heavy back of the middle age person, and the tone is cold enough to kill:
"You tell me the night watchman of Imperial Capital, the elite of the elite... unexpectedly found nothing?"
The night watchman who knelt before him was sweaty, but he didn't even dare to breathe.
"I am about to return to the Sky Palace to return to His Majesty-Arafas, give me a good reason not to let the night watchman of Imperial Capital change to a new leader!"
"Clang--!"
Silver's dagger smashed a hole on the uneven ground, and the night watchman gritted his teeth:
"Excuse me, Ruth Infi Lord Nit! We didn't expect that he could actually break through the twenty-two night watchmen..."
"Didn't expect? You should think of it!" There was a glimmer of Ruth's eyes. Violent: "I warned you... Some people obviously didn't take my words seriously-'It's just a sorcerer, what else'... Right?"
"Absolutely dare not!"
The frightened Arafas eyes shrank —— I mumbled the words privately a few days ago, when there was no one...
"Imperial Capital has been The whole line is blocked. Loren Torino’s black hair and black eyes are very easy to identify, so he will definitely escape from the sewers-his subordinates have already ambushed people in all the exits of the sewers. Once found, the alarm will be sounded and he will never escape. !"
"Really...what if he escaped?" Rutte stared at the night watchman in front of him.
"The subordinates will kill themselves!"
"Very well..." Lightly snorted, Lut Infinite got up and squatted in front of the trembling with fear night watchman , The bright pupils staring at each other’s eyes like flares:
"If you fail, you don’t have to do it yourself. I will hand you over to Edward-yes, that’s the one that has been squeezed out by you. The night watchman from Eboden; you are dead, he is the next night watchman leader of Imperial Capital."
"How about, Arafas?"
"Once, Obey orders!" The pressured night watchman suddenly bowed his head, feeling like falling in a ice hole.
"Go." In an instant, Lut Infinite changed his face, gently patted Arafas's shoulder: "Go early and return early. I will wait for you in the Vault of Heaven. Good news."
The night watchman with a frightened look is already out of his head, trembling with fear, retreating and leaving.
Route raised his foot and turned and walked to the wine glass on the table behind him-as a close minister of your Majesty, his goal was too obvious, and he would be noticed if he left for too long.
The empty sleeves hung down on his left arm, and the right hand held up the wine glass; at the moment he raised the glass to drink, he stopped.
There is dead silence in the dim hall.
Route Infinite is motionless, his pupils like solar flares moved towards the closed door behind him.
The eagle looks at the wolf, with a killing intent on his face.
"hehe …he he he …"
The cold laughter echoed in the quiet hall.
"Loren Torino...you are really not ordinary arrogance!"
At the moment that name was spoken, Lut Infinite paused subconsciously for a moment.
That was a major mistake of his own.
My original intention was only to use Wimpal Academy to threaten Dalton · Kander to serve the night watch again; in the end he became Loren · Torino.
The a saber in his hand has now become the biggest obstacle in front of Crown Prince Connold.
"...Arrogant? No...I'm a very careful person..." The black hair wizard's voice echoed in the hall.
The door was pushed open, there is no silhouette outside the door, but the "things" on the door are eye-catching;
Alatus-just left a few minutes ago The head of the night watchman of Imperial Capital who went out, his head tilted aside at a strange angle, the right hand dagger pierced his own neck, and his feet were off the ground and he "nailed" himself to the door.
His gradually stiff expression is still the trembling with fear when going out, there is no half of the fear before death.
Route Infinite's face doesn't change, and the corners of his mouth curled deeper.
He is threatening me...Dalton Kander’s apprentice, threatening me?
"Time flies so fast... Two years ago, the apprentice who was trembling with fear in front of me, and even pleaded for his little fairy lover..." Rutte's expression was gentle, wrinkled With emotion in his eyes:
"Now I dare to use this method to threaten his elders."
"Elders?"
Route ·Because of Finite’s eyebrows raised, the irony in the words of the black hair wizard has been disdain to cover up.
"Will the elders use their life saving benefactor to force them, Lord Rout Infinit?"
"I see...you are here for revenge?" Lu With a gentle sigh, at a moderate pace opened the mouth and said: "It's a pity that you are an apprentice of Dalton Kander.... You can do more than that."
"More than that? Sorry, I am such a narrow-minded person." The black hair wizard's tone is very calm: "The thing that can be thought of at this moment is to smash you into pieces!"
"Really?" Root smiled and stared at the darkness outside the door, his expression becoming more subtle: "Loren Torino, I always think you are a smart person...didn't expect when a smart person is also stupid!"
"If I die here, the night watchman, your majesty... and even those who know all these secrets will not let you go-don’t think I’m joking, you know the night watchman’s intelligence network and spies; although we can’t Find out the secrets in everyone’s heart, but let everyone have no secrets!"
"Oh...are you refuting me?" Loren's accent was very proud: "I thought you were not afraid of death at all. "
"Are you very proud of blocking an elderly man in a dead place with no exit?" Rutte sighed softly, with a helpless expression as if facing a naughty nephew:
"You didn't think about it, the purpose of my entanglement with you... just to delay time?"
"oh?"
"Loren ·Torino… Don’t you think that Edward is the only one holding the Imperial Capital sewer map?” Rutte shook his head: “There are nearly a hundred night watchmen in ambush in the tunnel! I don’t know how you killed the people who assaulted the summer evening courtyard...but half Within a quarter of an hour, you will die, and time will not wait for you!"
"Yes, time waits for no one."
Loren laughed indifferently, with a voice in his voice. With a trace of contempt:
"A few days ago, I had already destroyed the Imperial Capital sewer spillway before you started, and I sealed the remaining drainage port with'Rock Will' before coming. ——Within five minutes from now, if your henchmans don’t leave the sewer, they will be flushed into the Jewel River by soaring sewage!"
Frown slightly, Rout Infinit’s expression There was finally a slight change.
He actually counted...
Finally walked out of a silhouette in the darkness behind the door, and in Rutte’s increasingly unkind gaze, the black hair wizard raised the corner of his mouth step by step Approaching forward.
"speaking of which...We have known each other for so long, and we have never played against each other." Gazing at the silhouette of the other person, Loren casually pulled out the bright silver from the sheath, step by step towards Root Infinite:
"Mentor Dalton Kander has a very high evaluation of you. I am curious...If you lost a hand, do you still have the prestige back then?"
Route still had a smile on his face, and gently shook his head: "Curiosity and impulse-these are the deadliest poisons for youngster."
"Loren · Torino , I’ll give you a piece of advice... Never underestimate your opponent."
"To each other, I will return this remark to you intact."
Loren's eyes became more solemn.
This is not my most dangerous battle, but it may be the most troublesome and the closest to death.
In the case of loss of energy, facing the leader of the night watchman Lut Infinit, I have no absolute certainty;
If you miss a moment, it will be blood splattered on the spot!
Slightly frowning, Root used his only right hand to pull out the dagger around his waist, holding the handle in his backhand, and pointing the blade and arms flat against the oncoming black hair wizard.
Loren's pupils shrank abruptly, and the opponent's left hand was gone as early as Eboden. Now he wears the "sorcerer" on the right hand.
In other words... as long as he has no chance to let go of the sword, he will win half of it.
"So..."
The black hair wizard gripped the hilt tightly and raised the sword edge in his hand:
"May the void be with you!"