John exhaled and rubbed his palms.

It seems that I want to feel the warmth of life. Unfortunately, the only thing that accompanies him is the coldness of the dead.

Suddenly, he looked out the window of the study. The dark night was invisible to see the stars, and the moon. At this moment, the world seemed to have returned to ancient times, ruled by darkness, and was extremely close to the world of the underworld.

"There are really more and more mice who don't have a memory."

The swaying candlelight reflected John's sneer, and his cold and hoarse voice seemed extremely strange.

Just like the fairy tale describes the fallen nobles who studied black magic in the Middle Ages.

Cardiff Castle is a precious historical relics in the eyes of outsiders, so the security system is extremely perfect. Security guards often patrol the night. It is also equipped with high-tech anti-theft facilities such as alarm bells and infrared rays. Once triggered, the police station will also sound the alarm at the same time.

Unfortunately, no one knew that John had lived here for several years.

I can say that I know the surrounding environment well.

In particular, he is also a magician.

The importance of the ‘workshop’ to magicians is self-evident. As early as when he moved in, he began to build his own secret workshop. It was not until today that this great project was truly completed.

It’s not that he is clumsy and inefficient in his hands and feet, but that the feat of the mysterious man yesterday is really shocking.

He broke into the castle silently and stood behind him like a ghost.

Just thinking about it, John felt chill all over, which was so scary.

After the man left, John immediately began to check the barrier around the castle. He wanted to figure out which link was wrong.

After a day, there was nothing wrong with it.

Faced with this unexpected result, John not only did not breathe a sigh of relief, but instead felt cold in his heart. This was a real ghost.

Although he couldn't think of something, John felt that he had to do something, otherwise he wouldn't be at ease.

So, he started to get busy again.

Working continuously for forty hours, although the defense system has been completely improved, after this crazy modification, the system strength has been increased by a level.

Only now Cardiff Castle can be called a "magic fortress".

Maybe John's luck came, and he planned to take a break after finishing his work. However, he didn't expect that the defense system was triggered. The other party did not go deeper out of temptation, and he quickly retreated when he saw something was wrong.

Needless to say, the invader is definitely a magician.

Otherwise, if it were an ordinary person, he would have died so much that he could not die again.

"It's been here once during the day. I'll come tonight. Who is the guinea pig?" While feeling disdainful of the invader's strength, John was quite angry.

He felt insulted.

If it were the mysterious man who claimed to be "Neratotip" who invaded the castle, it would be nothing. After all, the strength was there, and even if Knight took action, it would be useless.

John had no choice but to accept his fate.

But this time, the only one who invaded the castle was a group of magicians who were ignorant of the sky and the earth.

There are three layers of fortifications in total, namely several roads leading to the castle, the grass outside the castle, and the inside of the castle.

The group of people spent three or four hours wandering around the intersection below the castle, and their strength was imagined.

Of course. This is just John's personal opinion.

"I swear I won't eat fish again!"

Many [Mistine] magicians complained.

Andre naturally knew the reactions of his subordinates. He would never run away if he had a few swear words. [Mistine] is the old association among the top British comprehensive strength. As a very small number of elites, how could he say such a lack of ambition?

But now the situation is different.

Even when he saw this scene, his scalp was a little numb when he saw it, let alone his subordinates who were not as strong as his.

To be honest, it was good to collapse on the ground without both legs.

"It is said that in the early seventeenth century, in the golden age of Prague, there were often swamps that no one had ever seen before. I think this was that swamp." Andre said in a deep voice.

The Ice Man led a team to Cardiff to support him, and his momentum had been greatly improved, so some people suggested to come and explore the way.

Although I was ate during the day, everyone didn't care.

Because it is just a test of the reconnaissance personnel, and their strength and manpower are both flaws, it is normal to fail.

However, since you have discovered the other party’s location, there is no need to continue testing.

More than a dozen of the bosses who formed associations each gathered their own personnel, and even the government dispatched troops to completely close the surrounding roads and prevent citizens from getting close.

Everyone took separate actions to ensure that they could kill or capture the enemy.

There are several routes to the castle, and Andrei is responsible for one of them.

There are three other members of the association.

Although the overall strength is not as good as [Mistine], if something happens, you can still help.

But now, Andre has thrown away the idea.

The good road turned into a swamp, and even the woods on the side of the road were covered, and there was no breakthrough at all.

If it is just an ordinary swamp, it's nothing. The key is that there are monsters in the swamp, which are even more terrifying than piranhas. They can jump four or five meters high in one breath. Good guy, not only dominate the land, but also the airspace is blocked.

The flying technique sounds vulgar, but not many people can.

Because this requires talent.

Otherwise, no matter how hard you try, it will be used as a "bounce technique".

Andre was very upset. It would be great if [Mistine] could have a decent witch.

There are dozens of people present, and there are people who know some flying skills, but they cannot stay in the air for a long time.

"General Manager Andre, what should I do now?" At this time, several members of the association surrounded him and looked at him one by one, hoping to hear a good idea from the respected general manager.

Andre glanced at them angrily. He was so angry that he was so sarcastic that he heard him. What? Now he remembers him?

It seemed that he felt Andrei's dissatisfaction. Several of the association bosses smiled embarrassedly. They were also old-fashioned people. How could they guess where Andrei's dissatisfaction came from, so they began to pat their chests and express their loyalty.

In short, it’s just one sentence: We will draw anyone who doesn’t agree with you, as long as you can come up with a solution.

Andre was almost so angry that he cursed. These people were so disgusting that they knew how to cause trouble for him. It turned out that he had to come up with a charter, otherwise it would be his fault? I wouldn't dump him? Okay, if I don't dump him, I won't dump you.

“Everyone has it, retreat.”

Andre grinned at them, and before they could figure out what the smile meant, he immediately shouted at the top of his throat, then turned around and left without saying a word.

Anyway, there is still time, so he doesn't want to pay his elites here, he wants to get on you.

Several members of the association looked at each other, their faces were so ugly that they snorted coldly, and they all led their men to retreat. So what if they were dissatisfied? They could not beat Mistertin if they added together.

It's meaningless to stay with your teeth.

That is one of the top masterpieces of alchemy.

Either hire a professional or destroy this large swamp in one breath.

It’s hard to say that even the first-class alchemist can’t do anything about this swamp. (To be continued)

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