quicksilver blood

Chapter 92

The flood spread.

As if the gods were wrathful, causing a world-destroying flood to fall from the sky, the raging waves coming from nowhere instantly submerged the Qingguo Avenue, which is the lowest in the city of wealth.

In about a few minutes, the water was knee-high.

Before the street vendors could even collect their belongings, their belongings were swept away by floods coming from nowhere.

Under the patronage of successive explosions and floods, this most commercially developed city in the world in Farnese was already devastated.It can be foreseen that even if everything returns to normal in the future, those aristocrats and wealthy businessmen who are frightened will definitely not easily enter the city of wealth again.This place will no longer be a merchant's paradise, but will become a place of pure lawlessness.

People fled into their homes one after another, desperately filling the door gaps with all kinds of soft fabrics to prevent their homes from being flooded;

In an instant, the streets were deserted.And the water surface has risen to the height of the thighs, and people can no longer move freely in it. The icy water is enough to make the feet of ordinary people without professional level cramps and skin pain unbearable, and they have already lost their pair of eyes in tens of seconds. perception of the legs.

Terrible catastrophes capable of destroying everyday life have come without warning.

It was as if a part of the sea was directly summoned into the city of wealth.

Submerging and crushing this kind of natural power is definitely not something humans can resist——

And on the streets of Qingguo Avenue, those heavily armed nightingales also looked in a panic.

The exposed leather armor engraved with complex alchemy circles on their bodies is the craftsmanship of the dark elves. It can have unexpected effects when fighting against humans. It can not only greatly strengthen the anti-strike ability, but also strengthen a bit of charm. ability to confuse.

But after being hit by a few big waves, the inner coat of their leather armor was already wet, and the hard leather armor was tightly attached to their delicate skin. It was damp and cold, and in the cold wind of December, Quite comparable to torture.The icy river water, which was enough to reach the thighs, mixed with the heavy snow in the sky, made the snow-white and slender legs of the nightingales who only wore skirt armor turn red from the cold.

Anyone who looked at them had lost their ability to fight.Not to mention how to fight against the wizards of the Broken Throat Avenue - if it is not handled well now, there will inevitably be a few more frostbites on the snow-white and flawless skin in the future.

And those guards of the green fruit lock are even more miserable.

Their boots were quickly filled with water, and the already heavy mail armor was submerged in the water, and the cotton armor inside became even heavier as it absorbed the water.Seeing that it has gradually become unable to move.

There is no doubt that the keyhole of Qingguo has lost all of its fighting power.

"What's going on? Where the hell does this water come from?"

A blond boy was holding the collar of an astrology wizard beside him, and roared angrily: "Didn't you fucking say that this attack will definitely win! What's going on with this water?"

After being washed back and forth by this hellish flood, his men had already lost their spirit.Originally, the armed forces in the City of Fortune had no discipline at all, but now his ears are almost filled with the resentful thoughts of those whores who have no respect for him.

God is so pitiful—those fools who think that he enjoys the best gentle village in Farnese Continent every day will not know that the green fruit lock is not something that he alone can decide.Even if he is the son of Earl Eric of the Titan Empire.

Everyone knows that there are only more ruthless whores who can train and lead a group of ruthless whores.

Under the pressure of that terrifying erinyal that can even crush the gold rank powerhouses, at best he acted as a "lock" and dispatched his subordinates to encircle the trainee nightingales who had not been trained by the erinyr. Just ban it.

Under the prohibition of that erotica, even if he didn't pay the money, he couldn't enjoy those beauties.

This time, he managed to convince that Erinyes to dispatch the nightingales to attack Broken Throat Avenue, so how could he retreat for such a ridiculous reason?
Now everyone knew that he was going to attack the group of mountain monkeys in wizard robes on Broken Throat Avenue. If he ran away in such a disheveled manner, wouldn't it be the laughing stock of the domestic people?

He could almost see that after that, anyone would dare to ride on him, and would point and point at him like this - look, this is the son of the earl who can't even deal with those monkeys of Farajo!A useless brat!

"I don't care what astrology or witchcraft you use, but kill those monkeys quickly! Kill them immediately! Let me stab their tongues into their lungs!"

Anxiety and tension were like an invisible big hand, clutching his heart tightly, making him feel unable to breathe.This feeling of suffocation intensified his inner rage, and his roar even broke the sound.

"Don't panic, Lord Eric."

However, his staff wizard calmly held down the wrists of his hands, took off the young Lord Eric's hands that were tightly grasping his collar, and then tidied up his crumpled clothes collar, showing a smile that made little Eric feel a little strange.

The kind of smile that conjures images of a hungry beast, or a cultist who has lost his mind.

"Twilight is approaching, and nothing survives," the wizard showed a hearty smile, and two lines of blood and tears flowed from the corners of his eyes. "Young master... why don't you take a look before you die? The supreme truth?"

"What do you want to do? Hey, I said, you..."

Before little Eric could resist, his neck was sliced ​​open by an invisible blade.The clothes on his back split by themselves, and a pattern of bleeding eyes appeared on his back out of thin air.His body fell into the water, and blood spread rapidly.

This is not the Astrology Wizard, this is the Knife Wizard.

The sudden sound of entering the water caused screams and exclamations from the surrounding nightingales, and the guards who were stunned by the cold had just reacted and surrounded them with shouts.

But the wizard was unhurried. He looked around and regarded the guards holding sharp blades as nothing.

"Has the Tillans Dam been opened? What a surprise... This was supposed to be the last step of the plan. How did it get advanced? Did the undead realize my intention to let him release the walking dead? ? Or...Professor?"

The wizard's muttering face melted like wax, and an old face full of wrinkles appeared in front of everyone.

"Isn't it a bit late for you to think about shielding the old man from the wind? But forget it, it's good that the goal has been achieved anyway..."

The elder Sly Knife Wizard took a last look at the guards around him who were shouting and surrounding him impenetrably, and sighed deeply.

Seeing that he drew out the ritual dagger, the bodies of the guards around him were strangely split into several pieces out of thin air one by one, and the fine iron chain mail was like paper paste.

He burst into the crowd singing the hymn of the Lord of Truth and Terror.

——The determination of that posture, as if to warm the cold river water with blood.

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