Blood of Mercury

The water spread.

As if the gods were angry and caused the world-destroying flood to fall from the sky, the raging waves that came from nowhere immediately submerged Qingguo Avenue, the lowest level in the city of wealth.

In just a few minutes, the water was knee-deep.

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

The most commercially developed city in the world in Farnes has been devastated by successive explosions and floods. It is foreseeable that even if everything returns to normal in the future, those frightened nobles and wealthy businessmen will definitely not easily enter the city of wealth again. It will no longer be a businessman's paradise, but a place of pure lawlessness.

People fled into their homes one after another, desperately filling the cracks in the door with all kinds of soft fabrics so that the home would not be flooded; or the vigilant did not enter the house, but just climbed to the roof of their home to call for help from the outside world.

In an instant, the streets were empty. The surface of the water has risen to the height of the thighs, and people can no longer move freely in it. The cold water is enough to make ordinary people without professional grades freeze their feet cramps and their skin hurts unbearably. In tens of seconds, they have lost their pair of pairs. perception of the legs.

A terrible catastrophe that would destroy everyday life had come without warning.

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

The mighty force of submerging and crushing this kind of nature is absolutely beyond the ability of human beings to resist——

And on the streets of Qingguo Avenue, the nightingales, who had assembled in a team and fully armed, were also in a state of embarrassment.

The exposed leather armor engraved with complex alchemy circles on their bodies is the craftsmanship of the dark elves, which can have unexpected effects when fighting against humans. Confusion ability.

However, after being hit by several big waves, the inner layer of their leather armor was already wet, and the hard leather armor was tightly adhered to their delicate skin, damp and cold, in the cold wind of March. Comparable to torture. The icy river water that was enough to reach the thighs was mixed with the heavy snow of goose feathers in the sky, and the snow-white slender legs of the nightingales who only wore skirt armor turned red from freezing.

Anyone who came to see them had lost their fighting ability. Don't talk about how to fight against the wizards of Brokenmaw Avenue - if you don't cook well now, there will inevitably be a few more frostbites on your flawless skin in the future.

And the guards of the Green Fruit Locks are even more miserable.

Their boots filled up quickly. The already heavy body chain armor was submerged in water, and the cotton armor inside became heavier when it was full of water. Seeing that he has gradually stopped moving.

There is no doubt that the Key Eye of Green Fruit has lost all of its combat power.

"What's the matter? Where the **** did this water come from?"

A blond boy held the collar of an astrological wizard beside him and roared: "Didn't you **** say that this attack will definitely win! What's going on with this water?"

Got washed up twice back and forth by this hellish flood. His men had lost their vigour. Originally, the armed forces of the City of Wealth had no discipline at all, and now his ears are almost filled with the resentful thoughts of those **** who have no respect for him.

God is pitiful - those fools who think he enjoys every day in the best gentle village in Faens mainland will not know that the lock of green fruit is not something he can decide alone. Even if he is the son of Count Eric of the Titan Empire.

Everyone knows that the only ones who can train and lead a group of ruthless **** are more ruthless bitches.

Under the suppression of the terrifying desire demon that can even crush the golden-level powerhouse, at best he acts as a "lock". They dispatched their subordinates to confine those apprentice nightingales who had not been taught by lust.

Under the ban of that **** demon, even he can't enjoy those stunners without paying.

This time, he managed to persuade the **** demon to send out the nightingales to attack the Broken Throat Avenue, how could he retreat for such ridiculous reasons?

Now everyone already knew that he was going to attack the group of mountain monkeys in wizard robes on Broken Throat Avenue. If he ran away like this, wouldn't it be a joke for the domestic people?

He could almost see that after that, anything would dare to ride on his head, and he would point at him like this - look, this is the son of the earl who can't even deal with that group of Fararu's monkeys! A useless boss!

"I don't care what astrology magic you use or whatever, just kill those monkeys for me! Kill them now! Put their tongues in their lungs!"

Anxiety and tension are like an invisible hand. He squeezed his heart so hard that he couldn't breathe. This feeling of suffocation aggravated his inner irritability, and his roar had even broken.

"Don't panic, Lord Eric."

However, his staff wizard calmly squeezed the wrists of his hands, took off the hands of the young Lord Eric that were tightly grasping his collar, and then tidied up his wrinkled clothes. Collar, showing a smile that made little Eric feel a little unfamiliar.

That smile is reminiscent of a hungry beast, or a mad cultist.

"Dusk is coming, and nothing will survive," said the wizard with a hearty smile. Two lines of blood and tears flowed from the corners of his eyes, "Little 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..."

Little Eric hadn't had time to resist. His neck was cut open by an invisible blade. The clothes on his back ripped open on their own, and a **** eye appeared out of thin air behind him. His body fell into the water, and the blood quickly spread.

This is not a horoscope wizard, this is a sly sword wizard.

The sudden sound of entering the water caused the surrounding nightingales to scream and exclaim, and the guards who had been stunned by the cold had just reacted and gathered around.

But the wizard was unhurried. He looked around, treating the guards with sharp blades as nothing.

"Has the Tilance Dam been opened? What a surprise... This was supposed to be the last step in the plan~www.NovelMTL.com~ How was it brought forward? It was the undead who realized that I asked him to take the walking dead Is there an intention to release it? Or... a professor?"

The wizard's murmuring face melted like wax, and an old face with dense wrinkles appeared in front of everyone.

"Isn't it a bit late for you to keep the wind off the old man? But forget it, anyway, the goal is achieved..."

The older Magic Swordsman took a last look at the guards who surrounded him and sighed and sighed deeply.

He didn't even see him draw out the ritual dagger, and the bodies of the guards around him were bizarrely split into several pieces out of thin air, and the fine iron chainmail was like paper.

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

——The decisiveness of that gesture, as if using blood to warm the icy river water. (To be continued.)

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