The gloomy sky echoed with muffled thunder, and a huge monster-like fortress sits in the black thorny jungle with its teeth and claws.

When Sennheiser and Russell and his group arrived, the wind that came to his face had a slight fishy smell, like a stinky fish that had rotted on the vegetable stall for several days. This was the smell of life passing away and the smell of blood.

Russell took out a shiny iron box from the built-in pocket of the black knight coat, took out the cigarette from it and put it in his mouth. He said coldly: "It's strange, strange, how could that goblin be in such a place."

Russell did not know about Mariana's tense family relationships, nor did he know that the witches locked in the prison were all focused on instigating Sennheiser, and did not start investigating a series of incidents in Digu.

Sennheiser didn't care about the damn goblin at all. Eva was the top priority. He didn't know what Eva was going crazy. Since he was with Finger, he had always been involved in some inexplicable events.

The heavy armored guard sniffed his nose, not only the smell of blood, but also the aura of monsters. They were not those low-level wild monsters, but more like dark creatures summoned from the demon world.

Tatta...

The vast wilderness outside the fortress was full of weed piles of gravel. A fierce sound of horses running and trampling came. A team of up to fifty cavalry, led by Motley, returned to the edge of the fortress.

The tall back of the white mage robe was gradually getting hot, and the air seemed to be restless, making the tongue dry and the mouth cracked.

Even if there is no such thing as the Secret Realm will infusing power, there is only one big man on this Flan Island.

Motley found Sennheiser from a distance, and cold sweat couldn't help but seep out of his back, and his hands holding the horse's reins were trembling faintly.

He did not know the sudden death of the third prince, and only thought Sennheiser was here to suppress the prison riot. Motley was full of thoughts. If Digu died in the prison, then... his wife and children could only die absurdly due to hunger in an unknown hidden place.

"Aren't you going to help these prisoners escape? Kill the team of soldiers behind you."

Defne relied on Russell's power to suggest to Sennheiser, and at the same time he also held a file and sharpened his delicate fingernails. He seemed to be a leisurely lady traveling abroad. In her eyes, this action ended with the most perfect result.

Sennheiser glanced at Defney.

Click!

The file in Defney's hand grew an iron thorn without any sign, which directly pierced Defney's fingers and dripped a few drops of bright red blood.

But Defney didn't even understand what was going on, but she groaned in pain and took out the silk square scarf hidden between her peaks.

"Don't talk to me in such a commanding tone, ma'am, as you wish, I will help all prisoners escape, but I will take the approach of not dying anyone. I will indeed stay in the Principality of Bema for a while, but that doesn't mean that all the small characters can call me around."

Sennheiser said coldly.

Defney used a square scarf to stop the bleeding and slashed Sennheiser with resentment. What she cherished the most was her hand. If Sennheiser was not a magician, no, even if Sennheiser was a high-level magician, she would have to pat him into mud, but due to her legendary magician identity, she had to endure it and dare not attack.

Small characters... Small characters...

This is the second time that Defney has heard this word. Although she has long accepted the truth, she is just a useless person who uses public funds to come out for ceremony, when others say it through, this kind of anger and unwilling anger will still surge, whether it is the birth of the bottom or as a woman, everything.

"count……"

Defney hoped that Russell could save herself some face.

"Shut up."

Russell was smoking a cigarette and thinking about the problem.

Defne could only bear it, but soon calmed down her mentality and remembered the trick to climb to this position, which was patience. Patience is one of the few valuable qualities of the people at the bottom.

Defney found that the chef who had been guarding the magic airship had not sent any messages since she had just started. She was depressed and did not report this to Russell. She only thought that the chef was lazy or the crystal was broken.

Russell found Motley and his group from afar. What he was wondering was that it was the time for the prison riots, and it was the most dangerous moment that needed manpower. Instead, these people had just returned from the team. Was they urgently recalled as patrol teams? No, even if there were patrol personnel in the prison, they would not be able to ride horses. There was no need to travel through mountains and rivers. Just take care of the internal prisoners and monitor the surrounding areas. This made no sense.

What trips people are not bulging corpses, but eyes that do not look at the road.

The external danger is not enough to mention, and internal hidden dangers are the key, just like the gravel in rice grains, which gives people unanticipated damage.

"Forget it, it doesn't matter." Russell lets the smoke roll back and forth in his lungs and said to Sennheiser: "It doesn't matter what you do, it's harmless. Mariana doesn't know what to do here, but it's certain that the goblin is right next to her, right here, please help me catch him, just live."

Sennheiser frowned, and his thoughts enveloped the entire area.

The wind and rubble are all his eyes.

"Are you sure the one wearing fully armed armor and limping one leg is the Goblin?"

Sennheiser asked in confusion.

"Of course, is there something wrong?"

Russell pushed the old-fashioned copper glasses and looked forward to it a little, just like a game. What the rookie enjoyed was victory, while the master enjoyed a fun showdown.

Although this is an unfair duel without any technical content, he appears as a nobleman and diplomatic envoy of the Principality of Bemma, and the monster of the Bell Tower appears as a public enemy and a prisoner. All he needs to do is find him and then use the available resources to crush him to death.

What's more, the Clock Tower monster was mixed with a well-known person and exposed his position. Russell began to think this slightly, perhaps the best apostle on the Terraria continent, because any other apostle is extremely good at disguising his identity to escape and hide.

It's just this guy, even a silly adventurer's emblem hanging around his neck with a bell tower monster.

Even Sennheiser developed a strong interest. There are four things that made him obsessed the most: the knowledge of the Secret Realm, the secret treasure of the warlock, and finally the rare monsters, which can be used for some interesting research.

"Interesting, have you seen a goblin for which even the nightmare evil spirit can merge?"

Sennheiser said.

"Oh?" Russell said with interest. Indeed, every apostle has strong individual combat capabilities. Is it because the Bell Tower monster is too confident in himself? Is it better to be stupid or to be brave?
Chapter completed!