Throne of Magical Arcana

Chapter 167 Seeking death (2950 votes plus more)

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The explosion stopped, and the building did not tremble anymore. It was just that many knight attendants and ordinary people still felt their ears buzzing, like there were countless flies flying, and they could not hear anything clearly.

A knight who followed Viscount Wright to the site of the explosion returned and said to the adventurer's night watchman: "Blow up a wall, a few pillars, and destroy a quarter of the wax museum. Fortunately, there is no wax statue over there. People are passing. Now Lord Viscount and two other adults are extinguishing the attached flames there. Let me come over to remind you to be careful not to be attacked by chaos. He judges that it is either a medium alchemy explosive or a four-ring magician with a fireball Bombardment. "

Although the level of each magic is fixed, the power will increase rapidly with the increase of the user's strength. The fireball technique of the fourth ring magician and the third ring magician is not a concept at all in terms of destructive power.

The adventurer night watchman nodded: "Several adults, Mr. Brown, and other knights responded quickly and correctly, and did not give the timid magicians who hid like mice. Hope my companion has already changed The archer grabbed it, and I was also preparing to use magical items to summon other night watchmen to avoid unintentional raids on the way back. "

The continuous assault without finding the assassin really made the night watchman feel bad, and the ambush cannot be done by the bishop and the priest.

"It's best if you can be so cautious. Lord Viscount has never been so angry as now." The knight turned and walked to Saug, ready to tell the words of Comfort from Viscount Wright.

"Oliyev, it's best to let me go back immediately. It's too dangerous here." Brown panicked and said a little crazy.

This night watchman named Oliev understands Brown ’s emotional state very well. The successive attacks are really scary and frightening, and Brown is not a true knight, and he is much worse in will: "Mr. Brown, wait for the vigil I called When someone arrives, I will take you home. "

In his view, if not thunderstorms and rain were small in three attacks, and no assassin appeared, Brown's condition would not be so bad.As long as the assassin appeared, Brown should be able to stabilize his emotions, because the unknown waiting is the most irritating, especially when the unknown is still frightening.

"How long to wait? Why not just go to the pastor or bishop of the nearby church?" Brown urged with fear and anger.

Oliyev shrugged his shoulders: "How can those noble priests and bishops who are bathed in light do this? Unless we can surround the assassins, they will take advantage of it."

Brown looked a little restless: "Oliyev, I do n’t want to live like this again, I do n’t want to be a bait! I want to go to the Holy City quickly!"

"Mr. Brown, be calm, be calm. This lack of substantive attack means that the Magic Council lacks more means and does not sacrifice the courage of a mid-level magician. You will never be in danger." Oliyev comforted Two sentences, and then said, "I immediately summoned my companions with magical items."

"Oliyev, please hurry." Brown paced restlessly, the fear in his heart growing.

"Hurry away from here, there is a lot of danger here!"

"Hurry away, there will be a high-level magician directly destroy the wax museum!"

The fear in his heart seemed to turn into countless urging sounds, making his nerves tighter, and he felt like he was almost suppressed by fear, and the angel feathers disappeared as he moved.

"Go! Go! Go!"

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The shouts and heartbeat seemed to blend together, making Brown feel that he could no longer bear it. Seeing that Oliev was communicating with people, his eyes flashed slightly, and then he rushed towards the gate without looking back.

The speed given to Brown by the "Regenerating Bloodline" made him drag out a residual image and disappear at the door before everyone reacted.

The crowd outside the wax museum had escaped because of the explosion and became empty, and Brown ran without looking back, although he didn't know where he wanted to run.

In the wax museum, Oliev, who was contacting other night watchmen, did not react until Brown rushed out of the gate.

"Not good!" He followed after him.

Brown ran out of a dozen meters, suddenly a strong sense of danger emerged from the bottom of his heart, let him wake up from the state of extreme panic.

"Oops!" Brown knew it was wrong, but at this moment there was already a flash of fire, and a skull-sized fireball directly hit his upper body.

While being hit by the fireball, Brown subconsciously looked in the direction of the fireball.

His crimson flaming pupil reflected the scene around the corner of the wax museum. A young man wearing a tall black top hat was pushing his monocle with his left hand, and the flame on his wrist would not disappear.

Rumbling, the fireball exploded violently, Brown's upper body was torn apart, and the burning flame destroyed his cell's regenerative ability, causing him to die completely.

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As soon as Oliev ran to the gate, he heard the loud explosion, and intuitive thoughts suddenly appeared in his heart.

"It's over, Brown is over ..."

"The staff of the Magic Council actually killed Brown under the protection of our night watchmen and knights ?!"

Feelings of anger, absurdity, and frustration echoed in Oliev ’s mind, but he continued to rush out, trying to grasp the hopelessness.

Countless burnt corpses fell on the ground, only the lower half of the body was still intact.

Oliyev's heart sank into the dark abyss, there was no hope, Brown really died!

Immediately afterwards, uncontrollable anger went straight to his head, and Olijev's eyes reddish from the position of Brown's body to judge the direction of the attack, loudly facing the knights and knights coming behind: "Assassins are there ! "

Under his leadership, a group of people chased around the corner of the wax museum.

But when they reached the corner, there was no one there.

Due to another big explosion, the lane between the two buildings was empty, and the other party used magic to deal with the traces, which seemed to be unhurried.

"Chasing!" How could Oliev give up and continue to chase into the lane, but this island has many art buildings, and the lanes between them are dense as spider webs, and the night watchman who can detect magic and track the magic is attracted by the previous commotion. Open, they can only rely on a few remaining traces, keep chasing their heads.

Gradually, Oliyev chased the other side of the island, and the remaining traces were completely disappeared. Many sharp boats on the canal came and went, and it was impossible to tell which ship the assassin was on.

"Asshole!"

Although this is only second-level, due to his special bloodline, the night watchman who can briefly burst out the strength of the third-level knight at a critical moment scolded fiercely.

Then he refused to give up while contacting the captain of the night watchman and the bishop looking down from the sky, while trying to find traces in other directions.

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In the washroom of a fine dining restaurant on the bank of the canal behind Oliyev, Lucien burst into flames and burned the black formal dress, shirt and trousers, and had a dark red shirt on his body. Matching trousers and leather shoes.

This is Lucien's outfit when she came out today. The previous bowler hat, black formal dress, monocle, etc. were hidden in this bathroom concealment before waiting for the "ferry" last night.

However, Lucien has changed three times. Once, when the morning arrived, he sneaked into the restaurant, put on clothes except for hats and monocles, and waited for Brown on the canal. The second time, he changed into the current clothes and waited at the door of the restaurant. The third time was to dive out of the bathroom after changing.

While dealing with ashes and smells, Lucian looked at the canal outside the window, where there was a canoe that he had hired in advance, but when he rushed to the canal, he just let him leave by paying the money, and then secretly Pieces of leather shoes and monocles were placed behind the boat, and when the boatman cleared it, he would definitely throw it directly into the canal.

Out of the cubicle, he sorted out the neckline and confirmed that there was no difference from when he entered fifteen minutes ago. Lucien washed his hands and face, opened the toilet door, and walked to the nearby box.

Inside the box, Grace walked back and forth a little nervously, saw Lucien come in, and hurriedly said: "Mr. Evans, have you heard? There seems to be a violent explosion over the island!"

The explosion and noise caused her focus to shift, and it was no wonder why Lucien only came out in fifteen minutes.Of course, it's not strange to come out in fifteen minutes.

"I heard it too, it was loud and terrifying. I didn't expect Sturk to have this kind of explosion!" Lucien closed the back of the private room with his backhand. We will not have any problems. Grace, calm down and wait for the waiter to know what happened. By the way, where did we talk about just now? "

After seeing that there was no danger for so long, Grace heard Lucien's calm and gentle voice, and then followed the calm, smiling apologetically: "Mr. Evans, you are correcting some irregularities in my fingering."

She pressed her hands on the dining table, simulating the movement when playing the piano.

"Some of your fingerings do still carry the traces of the past, but the piano playing must have its own style ..." Lucien has a deep attainment and absolute authority in the field of piano playing. Reese nodded frequently.

After the two men exchanged music for more than half an hour, a waiter knocked gently on the door.

"What's the matter?" Grace was immersed in the study of music and was a little unhappy that she was interrupted.

The waiter replied politely and humbly: "Ms. Grace, there are two cavalier servants in the church doing a search."

Lucien ordered this private room under Grace's name.

"Let them come in." Even though Grace has a good status and identity, she still dares not be arrogant when facing the church, and she doesn't think she and the famous musician Lucian Evans will know. What is the problem.(To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point (qidian.com) to vote for recommendation and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation.)