Trafford’s Trading Club

Boo--!

A huge figure broke open the door panel, smashed hard on the wall, and then slipped... after slipping, it didn't move a bit more because its breath of life had completely disappeared.

And you can see it on its chest, a fist-sized blood hole.

Behind the doors that had been destroyed, the witch of the heart slowly walked out and took a quick look before turning around… In the room, the hair and body of Farrell had been cleaned and put on a white suit to accompany the blue shirt and slowly walked out.

The witch lady is well crafted and doesn't have the most vicious knight of all time with a peculiar hairstyle, she just trimmed out her dry, short hair.

His whole person seemed to be getting a little stronger... really starting to grow meat, and Miss Witch thought to herself - is this guy really intoxicated, with only 10% strength?

“Why is this guy suddenly freaking out?” Miss Witch frowned at this moment, "the knighthood should give these normal living jobs, the registered Orc blood, all injected with a vaccine to suppress ferocity. ”

Farrell simply said, “The vaccines used now should still follow the old formula, although the effects are still there, but over the generations they have produced some antibodies, and the animals have not been extinguished, but once stimulated, they will become much worse. ”

As he said, he turned his head and looked out the window… the fire in the city, the sound of shouting was indefinite - and suddenly Farrell's eyes were locked on the witch of the heart.

His eyes were like permanent starlight, and even with the power of his heart, he seemed to be so small at a time when he was beneath the vast sky.

Miss Gillian smiled reluctantly, "Mr. Knight, are you going to invite me on a date? ”

Farrell shrugged his eyebrows for a moment, “You… what role did you play in this incident?

”

Almost at the moment of the speech, Farrell had made a move - ignoring all the defenses of this spiritual witch, as if she were carrying a child, squeezing her neck directly, lifting people up and pressing them against the wall.

She struggled painfully, kicking her legs in the air, but only feeling suffocation getting worse... are those round table knights as desperate as they are in the face of Farrell?

“Yes… it's me… I rescued you from prison… I rescued you… I rescued you… a cure, an antidote…" She said this hard, her hands grabbed each other's arms dead, her eyes frightened.

Between opening and closing his eyes, Farrell seemed to suddenly become quiet and his fingers slowly loosened a little... very slowly and his fingers seemed very stiff.

Miss Witch couldn't wait for his fingers to loosen up completely and struggled to break Farrell's fingers after seeing them loosen up a little.

She was able to escape, slide from the wall and sit on the floor, breathing wildly, while her body couldn't help but tremble slightly… looked up at this calm man with horror.

“You haven't answered my question yet.” Without any comfort, he looked at the witch in cold blood, "Rest assured, my promise will not change and I will do what I promise you… I will deliver what you want to your tombstone myself. ”

“You...” Miss Jillian shivered subconsciously.

At the most dangerous moment just now, she used the power of her mind to penetrate each other's hearts - but her power, instantly, overwhelmed each other's inner madness, sorrow, and all kinds of negative emotions.

For a moment, she spent a hundred years like hell in the world of the mind.

“Oberon...”

After a few painfully dry coughs, she still breathes fresh air greedily, while nervously saying: “He is the leader of a mythical organization called the End of the Day. This organization has a lot of magicians on its wanted list, and it seems to be an anti-magician association organization. But it's not... it's actually a disguise, an organization engaged in the Orc Liberation Movement. Core members of the myth of the end of the day, almost all of them are of Orc descent. ”

“Orc…” Farrell thought.

Miss Witch's voice continues to ring: “It took me a while to get close to the inside of this group… The antidote I used for you was refined by a mysterious pharmacist in the myth of the end. Of course, I've been collecting the materials. ”

Speaking of which, she quietly gauged Farrell and saw that there had been no change before continuing to speak with her head down.

“Keep your head up and your eyes on me. ”

The witch lifted her head helplessly and bit her teeth: “I overheard their plan this time, so I had an idea in my heart… but it was just an idea, but the Goddess of Destiny seemed to be very fond of me, and when they first acted, one of their members missed and was captured by the knighthood. ”

“Is it really a mistake?” Farrell's gaze became sharp… yes, sharp.

The witch shuddered and hurried, “Really! I was going to do it myself, but I don't know why Red got hurt so badly that he fell into the hands of Joker Dargoni... I'm not lying! ”

“Go on. ”

The witch had to say only slowly: "The mythologist of the end of the day once asked me to help the members of these operations with their spiritual guardianship and to avoid having them come up with a plan for torture after their arrest. Red had my heart protected, at least for a short time, and there was nothing the knighthood could do about it. ”

“So you show up in front of them and ask to see me in exchange?” Farrell quickly figured out the causes and consequences and shook his head slightly.

“They make no difference between this and suicide!” Lady Witch argues, "How can a small organization stand up to the whole knighthood and the British government alone! If they intend to die and have a belief in death... why can't I use it a little bit? ”

“You look a lot like your mother.” Farrell suddenly whispered.

The witch lady had a moment of fainting… as if she were delusional, she seemed to see a glimmer of complexity in this man's eyes.

But he quickly shrugged and asked, "No? I don't like to have half a lie. ”

“It's really gone, it's gone...” said the witch lady hastily, "but... ”

“But what? ”

The witch frowned: “I was just guessing, as if the leader of the myth of the end of the day and someone in the government had made a contact… before the start of the plan. I doubt Oberon's operation was as simple as unilateral, and there must be some cat fatigue in it. I really don't believe this guy Oberon would do something that looks stupid. It's just that my powers can't penetrate his heart, so I don't know what he really thinks, and he never really trusts me. Even in this operation, it's just the real class of doomsday myths, at least a third of them are still playing cat and mouse games with the Association of Magicians... but anyway, I managed to get you out of jail. ”

“Are you stupid...” Farrell looked out the window at the spreading fire and thought.

All of a sudden, he turned around and walked out.

The witch asked quickly, "Where are you going? ”

“Help you find something other than… do something a little bit.” Neither did Farrell head, walking directly down the stairs of the hotel.

The witch lady had to rush up and catch up.

……

……

Within the Social Workers' Centre.

The deranged beast was wearing a special restraint belt made by the knight's office - one of the props found on Nick's car.

But at this time, the frenetic beast, obviously not completely calmed down... it still has the eyes of a gorilla open, the saliva keeps spilling out of its mouth, it does not really unravel, restore itself, but is on the verge of a volcano about to erupt, as if with a slight irritation, it will go mad again.

But anyway, Miss Orc's means of appeasing it are obviously effective, just not too effective.

Lale was a little scared and a little confused, and as she held her hands tight, she stood in front of her and revealed a dark look.

Klein came over with Neil, the translation software turned on, and Klein slowly said, "Miss Lale, it's obvious he's not doing well right now... do you know what happened? ”

Lale seemed a little scared, and she looked out into the night sky, "Calling... we heard the original call. It inspires the most primitive beastiality in our hearts. They can't resist this primitive impulse, so they lose themselves and go into a state of fanaticism. ”

“Is that why you wake yourself up in a way that hurts you?” Klein soon realized what was behind the other party's earlier move.

Lale nodded silently, "I'm hybrid, so the relative beastiality is weaker than pureblood. ”

Klein takes a deep breath: "Miss Lale, it's dangerous right now. Just to be brief, there is a thug who has used unknown means to almost forcibly derange all the animals in the fog... as you can see, the whole city is now like a fire... we need you, Miss Lale, or the way you can calm them down! ”

This was the result of a brief consultation between Klein and Nick after seeing Lale's strangeness - they did not immediately inform the knighthood because they were unsure whether it was feasible or not.

Moreover, the cavalry institutions in the Fondue area are now, I am afraid, almost empty… even logistics personnel have begun to carry out the task of suppressing the riots.

“You mean... the moon deed?” Lale frowned.

“Do you sing a song called" Deed of the Moon "? ”

Lale nodded, "That's the sacrificial song we sang when we sacrificed our ancestors, and it calms us down… I don't know if it really helps, I was just going to try it. As you can see… the effect is not too obvious. ”

It is still on the verge of chaos, like a beast chained to it, struggling from time to time, then roaring a few times.

“Even if it only slows them down a little!” Klein said quickly: “This is also helping us tremendously… can Lale ask you to do this for us? ”

Lale frowned, “Why should I help you? Help you suppress my people and wait for your slaughter knife to fall? ”

“We just want to solve this crisis.” Klein's face is sincere: “We're not going to hurt anybody… be it humans or you! You know, your people, they're all residents here with legal status and formal jobs. They could have lived in peace, but now they are in immense pain. I believe they live here with their families, their peers, their friends, their neighbors. I am convinced that if they were awake, they would not want to see themselves destroy the city like this… you can feel it, their inner pain. ”

The young girl fell into hesitation and looked back at the painful and violent beast, with a hint of intolerance.

“Please believe us, believe me, Miss Lale!” Clay bowed down ninety degrees for it, and then quickly raised his head, reaching out and pressing Nick's waist down ninety degrees next to him, "I rose in the name of the knight, and I just wanted to help them and calm the riot! After that, I will make a plea to my boss, Mr. Gareth, one of the great twelve knights, to make him plead for these beasts! They are only victims, not sinners who deserve unfair treatment! ”

“You're not lying.” Lale sighed softly and eventually nodded slowly, "Okay... I'll try. But... what should I do to teach you [Moon Deed]? ”

Kleindon was thrilled, and Nick, the black guy who finally got up, grabbed Klein's phone and started saying, “I'm afraid not. I don't think we have the power to play this hypnotic song, so I still need you! ”

“This is our sacrificial song, not a hypnosis!!” Miss Orc is super fierce.

“Whatever! Nick said quickly:" I already have a preliminary plan! But I need you all to do me a favor. ”

Nick looked out the window, and a van crashed into the wall of the social worker's center because of the chaos, blowing a whistle: “First, we need to modify this big guy. ”

……

……

Song Dynasty Hotel.

The door to the Presidential Suite opened in a hurry - only Mr. Chen Peter had a metal baseball bat in his hand at this time, while wearing an ancient locking armor from the European Middle-World in a hurry!

“Master Qiu! Oh, my God, that's great. You're okay! ”

At this time, Mr. Chen looked like a loyal chauffeur and pressed and held the motorcycle helmet on his head. "It's dangerous out there! Master Qiu, don't be afraid, I will protect you! I've called all the security guards up to this floor, and I guarantee one of the wings won't fly in...”

A fly passed right in front of him.

“… come. ”

Pfft!

“Where did Mr. Chen get this armor?” Mr. Lo had to be curious to see Peter Chan's unequal appearance.

“Here? It's an antique from the exhibition room, and I put it on!” Chen Peter stood up to his chest, “he said. There are a few more, I want to give you one too... I still want one! ”

“Thank you.” Rochu smiles, “but I think it's unnecessary... besides, Mr. Chen, are you sleepy? ”

“Sleepy?” said Chen Peteton. “How could I be sleepy at this time! I will definitely cheer up!! Whatever the mob, the terrorist organization, they dare to come, I will let him come in and cross out!! ”

“No, you're sleepy.” Rochu said softly, "You're sleepy, too. ”

In silence, Chen Peter fell directly to the ground, making the sound of sleeping - like diffusion - while a silent falling sound was heard outside the door.

For a moment, all the guests, employees and even the running mice in the parking lot were unconscious inside the Song Dynasty Hotel.

Lochu waved, the light appeared, and covered him in unison.

I just heard him say, “So... where do you want to start? ”

PS: (730), why is it still getting more...