Above the Seven Towers

I saw that Luo Ling took a marker from the space bag and drew a simple map of the square on the wall of the tower. Then ask Useta one by one to ask the location of the other members of the White Eagle Squad, and then mark it on the map.

"You see, since the arming is like this, then this area is most likely to be where they really need to defend." Luo Ling drew a circle on the map and circled the houses on the east side of the square.

It can also be seen from the clock tower that only one of these houses is relatively tall, which may accommodate such things as a large magic circle.

"What is this house for?" Luo Ling asked.

Useta said: "This was originally a warehouse of a chamber of commerce, which had been sub-leased to distant caravans to store goods. But since last year, the warehouse has changed hands. I don't know who it fell under. I only know Its owner vacated it and never rented it to anyone. "

"It seems this is here," Luo Ling said. "But if you go around from anywhere, you will meet the White Eagle Squad's post."

"Useta, is there a way to take us past?" Xiao Chen asked.

"Of course, my lord, I know that you have an important task to do. I am the deputy captain, and no one will check the people I took."

"Wait a minute. Useta, do you know the powder on the headscarf distributed by the king?" Xiao Chen asked.

"What? I don't know what you're talking about. Are you talking about the bandanas worn by the civilian marches? That was issued by ordinary city guards, we don't care about that."

"What about red thread powder?"

"Sorry, I haven't heard of this. Master, I really can't help you."

Xiao Chen said: "We must be vigilant. If the White Eagle team knows nothing about the details of the conspiracy, it is likely that there will be another guard force over the warehouse."

Xiao Chen asked Useta to find a cloth to cover his mouth and nose. Although the latter was puzzled, it did the same.

When the three of them walked down the bell tower, the atmosphere of the crowd below became more and more mad, and many movements have exceeded the scope of dance, more like crazy. Even Useta was shocked by the scene in front of him, "Adult, what's the matter with these people?"

"This is exactly what we are going to investigate. Which warehouse do we think may have evil things and want to be detrimental to the people of the whole king. Making the people outside these parades crazy is the first step." Xiao Chen did not ask Wu Seta conceals something, and he believes that the master of this city guard is still responsible for this city. The more consistent the charm target and the caster's action target, the longer the charm time and the better the effect.

"Adult, this is a very serious problem. I will definitely help you investigate this matter!"

But the three people who hurriedly ran out of the bell tower below did not find it. At this time, there was a man standing on the spire of the clock tower, looking down at them without expression, just like a giant looking down at a ants.

This is a short, thin, middle-aged man. If compared with Xiao Chen, he is one and a half heads shorter than Xiao Chen. If it is not his shape, it looks fairly symmetrical, and may be regarded as a lean dwarf. .

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However, if anyone sees him at this time, he will not care about his shortness, but will be deterred by the sharpness that naturally emanates from his eyes. It seems that as long as he is willing, a look can cut you into the minute.

However, no one can see him. He is standing high, no matter how the wind blows, the clothes on his body are immobile, as if he has been standing in his own world, like a sword inserted in the scabbard in.

He raised a finger and was about to swipe towards the three people below, which is exactly what he was famous for. Others are extremely short, but the grudge is extremely long, which is the origin of the name Qian Qian.

If this plan is confirmed by him, several people in Xiao Chen will be cut off. According to the realm of these people, in the face of a blow from the Thousand Sword Saint Benegas, there is no possibility of resistance.

However, this blow did not go down after all, and stopped at halfway.

Benegas froze for ten seconds before finally putting his hands down. He looked up, and all his thoughts began to search for that existence, but after a while, there was no gain.

A drop of cold sweat overflowed his forehead. He hadn't felt this life threatened for a long time. Just when he was ready to shoot, there was a strange power to lock the flaws behind him. In those ten seconds, he tried twenty different ways of swords in his mind, but as his thoughts changed, that The strange power has also been changed twenty times, each time precisely in accordance with the position of the sword he is preparing to shoot.

He swears that his body and arrogance did not move a point, but it was just an idea that would be grasped by the other party in an instant. Such an opponent has exceeded the understanding of the Holy One.

"you are?"

A serene female voice rang in his ears, but with his strength, he could n’t tell where the voice came from. “Benjagas, play your own role, just like under the bridge fifty years ago. , Don't do unnecessary things. "

Benegas ’fears were even greater. This is a secret that only he knew. When he first appeared 50 years ago, he was drunk and fell under the bridge. He accidentally discovered a secret passage. After exploring for three days in the secret road, he found an ancient tomb containing treasures, among which were the secrets of a thousand fighting spirits, and a divine sword that could be integrated into the body to extend the fighting spirit. He never mentioned this secret with anyone, but the woman knew it clearly.

He said in a deep voice, "I don't understand what you want to say."

"Don't hurt the two people below. Their path won't allow you to interrupt. Do what you should do today."

"Who are you? Have I seen you? Under the bridge that day"

"You haven't seen me, but I have seen you, many, many times, many, many you," the female voice said, and drifted away.

Benegas was already sweating at this time. He asked himself that he would never be weak among the saints, but today he was defeated without even touching the shadow of his opponent. He pondered for a long time and recalled many legends and secret stories, but none of them matched the number just now.

A deep sense of fear pierced his heart. He thought that as a saint, there was nothing but God to control his destiny. Now, however, he is uncertain.

In any case, he didn't care about the two little ants who wanted to crush to death.

"What should I do today?" Benegas looked into the distance, and several figures flew from several directions on the opposite side. He took a step forward, stepping in the air but walking on the ground, so he walked step by step to the opposite bank.