Infinity from the giant

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There is going to be a war, of course he knows about it, but...

Ryan helped his cowboy hat: "To be honest, the scale of this war is beyond my expectations.

What surprised me the most was that the Association was prepared to intervene in this war. Why?"

The Demon Hunter Association, like the natural school, belongs to the neutral order camp and generally does not intervene in wars on a large scale.

Shirley gave him a white look: "Stop talking, I don't know much, but you have to figure out that this is not the same as a war between human nations.

Demons are a threat to everyone, the latest news, just last night, the guildmaster who hadn't heard for a long time appeared and launched the beacon order!"

Ren took a breath. This was the first time he heard from the president of the Demon Hunter Association.

President of the Demon Hunter Association, Tier 5 [Title Demon Hunter], his name is unknown, his age is unknown, there is no photo or portrait, and his official title is "Zero".

This is what he knows about the guild leader. He once asked the old goat that the other party was still in the third order, and he did not know the name of the guild leader.

However, according to the old goat, the president should not be more than three hundred years old. The known record is that he once killed a dark prince.

"What is the beacon order?" Ryan has only been in this world for more than four months, and it has only been half a month since he joined the association. There are many knowledge blind spots.

Shirley's eyes flowed, her voice was like a clear spring: "I'm just a white hunter, don't be like a curious baby.

There is another captive here. Ask the old goat tomorrow, he knows more."

"He has been injected with a drowsiness agent, and he has blindfolded his eyes and blocked his ears. He can't hear it."

Ren murmured, and glanced back at Ugo, who was dragging his arm. The other party was unconscious.

Shirley smiled slightly. She licked her red lips and exhaled in Renn's ear: "Yes, he can't hear it. Why don't we do some loving sports here?

The environment is dark and atmospheric. Don't worry, I will pay for it."

Damn, do you think I am a duck?

Ren reached out and pushed her close face away. Shirley was very beautiful and had a great body.

But even if he didn't fall in love with Keisha, Ren didn't want to come with her once, because the other side read countless men, so he always felt that he was losing.

Knowing that the other party was a little impatient and couldn't ask for more information, he stopped talking.

Seeing him being silent, Shirley couldn't help stomping her feet with anger, very upset, there were few men she couldn't seduce.

The two stopped talking, and under her leadership, they passed through the dark corridor and locked Hugo in a cell.

This is a special Baixuan iron cell, which is enough to imprison ordinary Tier 3 transcendents. Besides, Ugo has been severely injured, and it will not take a few days.

Then Ren went to sleep. At 8 o'clock the next morning, after breakfast, he waited for the old goat in an office on the second floor of the hospital.

"Crack~"

There was a sound of pushing the door, and the old goat, who had just spent the night at the Rose Bar and stayed out all night, walked in with a refreshing expression.

His outfit at the moment is very handsome, a white shirt embroidered with gold trim, black leather vest and black pants.

Her hair is shiny, she combs back stiffly, she wears a golden-rimmed clip-nose glasses on her high nose, and she holds a black cane with a silver head.

"Tsk tusk, I haven't seen you in a few days, but you have made you look like a dog.

If it were not for your wretched breath as conspicuous as the street lamp in the night, I would almost not recognize you."

Ryan sat on a sofa with Erlang's legs tilted, teasing.186 Chinese Network www.186zw.com

The old goat looked proud and waved the walnut cane in his hand. The sound of the wind was heavy, and it had a texture.

"Boy, this is how you talked to the future sage of heaven, the great Master Nicholas?"

He stared at Renn with nostrils in the sky, and shook the black cane in his hand: "Did you see the big stick in my hand?

Believe it or not, I blow your dog's head with a stick!"

The corners of his mouth twitched, and Ren chuckled and said, "Don't blow, you didn't say a lot of rhetoric in front of me, the titled demon hunter.

He said that he was here to show his talents, what stage was born for you, and Faluolan shined because of you, the result?

You don’t seem to be doing anything except prostitution and losing contact, right?"

Hearing this, the old goat rolled his eyes, took out two bottles of champagne from the cabinet and handed it to Rennes.

He bit off the cap of the champagne bottle in his hand, took a sip, and said, "Who said I didn't do it, I stopped doing it for three hours last night. The girls are so crooked."

Seeing Renn's look of contempt, the old goat snorted, with some dissatisfaction in his tone: "Do you think I don't want to have a few demon cubs? The conditions are not allowed.

A few days ago, I talked to a chief inspector of the 7th Bureau (a higher position than the director). He told me not to act rashly and wait for the opportunity to avoid bad things."

With a frown, Renn was very puzzled: "I always find it strange, why didn't I suppress the ghouls in the 7th game?"

The old goat sighed and explained: "That's it, this time, Duke Marcus the Ghoul..."

He told Rennes about the information about Yan of Gluttony, including Prince Miró and Werewolf Grand Duke Luke also intervened.

Rehn pondered for a while, then touched his chin and said, "Isn't it more important to slash the mess? Now the demons are constantly sending strong men here. The more you delay, the scale and complexity of the war will increase.

Once the situation erodes, isn't it more difficult to deal with?"

The old goat shrugged his shoulders: "I don't know this. I don't know why. I feel that the people in the 7th game are deliberately procrastinating. It seems that the longer the time, the better their chances of winning."

Rehn closed his eyes for a moment, and was startled. He said uncertainly, "Should this be a game?"

"But this is unreasonable. Under normal circumstances, it doesn't take such a long time to mobilize the strong.

Moreover, what are the benefits of expanding the scale of the war?"The old goat said leisurely.

The wars in this world are mainly battles between the extraordinary, but the number of people is smaller, and the mobility of the extraordinary is far beyond ordinary people, and the logistics does not require too long preparation time.

"What's the matter with the beacon order?" Renn asked.

The old goat laughed and said, "His Majesty Charles VI has been asking for help recently, saying that he can't hold it anymore.

Although there is a suspicion of pretending to be pathetic, the major forces have more or less expressed that according to the latest information, Raphael the Silver Spear and Alfred the Justice of Heaven have already arrived in Falorland.

Moreover, although the major forces did not send saints, they were all prepared to let many outstanding young people join the war.

Not only Alfred and Raphael, but also many geniuses who are inferior to them.

The beacon order has now been given to Hal, and the wolf smoke of the demon hunter will be lit by him this time."

"Is this going to train soldiers?" Renne felt like a storm.

It seemed that it was the time of war again, the familiar sound of horseshoes, the clashing of war blades, the roar of rage... it seemed to be connected together.

"I'm afraid not only that. As far as I know, Carl Moldred, Director of the 7th Bureau, has recently visited many strong men who have settled in Faroland.

This is not like just a military training. With this sign, Faluolan is like the kind that wants to start a national war and block the nation's fortune!"

Rehn was in a daze: "It's not like the style of Charles VI."

The old goat frowned, "Indeed, he doesn't have this kind of courage. It always feels like the handwriting of the great emperor back then."