Arthur looked straight at Barca who was laughing loudly, and for a moment he did not realize what Barca meant when he said that they had become the murderers of Savali. He had never seen the Lord of Nozil City from the beginning to the end.
He had no choice but to turn to Huo Bike and Livlan, only to find that they looked confused and each had different ideas.
"What do you mean? We are the murderers of your city lord? There must be evidence to frame others." Livlan maintained her stance and forced back the goblins who had quietly approached while they were talking to Barcelona.
"Evidence? Didn't you originally want to attack our city lord? Now that our city lord has passed away, it should be more convenient for you." Barcelona's hateful ridicule made Arthur curl his lips. Arthur could know it from Oakley before.
Ordinary goblins have such strong feelings for Savali, but Barca makes Arthur feel disgusted. Can a goblin who can threaten the other party with the life and death of the city lord of his own race be a kind goblin?
Unknowingly, raindrops hit the ground like beads, the sound of wind, thunder and rain mixed with each other, and the gathering of dark clouds made the sky look like dark night.
Is it a storm... Arthur spread out his palms, and after a bolt of lightning flashed across the sky, Arthur staggered up from the ground. His physical weakness also brought him mental weakness. He took it from Livlan's hand.
He took the Sika sword and washed the pink goblin blood on it with rainwater. Because the wizard absorbed the power of natural elements, his body was much better than before.
A giant hand was placed on his shoulder, and Arthur didn't need to look back to know that George, who had settled the smuggler, was back. They couldn't let go of each other. This was the bond of 'family'.
George wiped the rain off his face and put his arm on Arthur's head, "What did the little dwarf opposite say?"
Hobik turned back and glared at George. George apologized quickly, "I'm talking about the gray-skinned goblin. We are old friends who haven't seen each other for a long time, right? In my heart, Hobik, you are as tall as an orc."
Livlan interrupted the two people's reminiscence, "Captain, the goblin just said that we are the murderers of Savali, and we will be attacked by all the goblins in Nozil City." George continued to wipe away the rain that blocked his sight.
"That is to say, their coup plan is to kill Savali and replace him with a certain goblin, and we are the scapegoat. I asked why they were not in a hurry to control us as soon as we entered the scene, and even allowed us to carry out the kidnapping plan.
Execute it to this point.”
Arthur didn't know that George had a long conversation with Barcelona to delay the siege. He only understood that things had become complicated. The rest was up to George to decide, just like when he was a child.
Always playing behind George, George would help him make many decisions, including matters about the underground fighting gym.
"This rain will continue to fall for a long time. Arthur, where is Christina?"
"I left her next to the empty house opposite Bunker No. 1."
"It's not safe there now. If the goblins want to frame us as the murderers of their city lord, they will definitely make a fuss near the bunker where Savali lives. It seems that Bucherington is in trouble. We need Christina very much."
I heard from Livlan that Christina’s elf perception ability is several times stronger than hers, right?”
Arthur was not sure about the strength of the two, so he could only nod slowly.
"Then go find her. We have to be ready to escape. The mission has failed." The visibility on Nevada Street was less than ten meters under the rain curtain. The soaked cloth made it difficult for Arthur to breathe. The words mission failed.
Negating their efforts for nearly five months. This made Arthur gasp for air to let himself breathe. Hobik patted his waist, comforted him and let him breathe steadily, "Your existence has been taken advantage of by the men in black robes."
, I am sure of this, now we need to leave Nozil City safely, and we can leave the follow-up matters to Parrish to solve. "
"Parrish? What does he have to do with this matter? By the way, why are you here?" George woke up from his dream, wiped the rainwater collected on his chin, and asked Hobik the doubts he had forgotten before.
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Hobik didn't want to talk to George. He took his second hammer from Livlan, "You must have an escape route, right? Take me out too. I need to go to the Eastern Continent. Pa and I
Rish agreed to meet in the city of Constantinople."
The conversation lasted for two minutes. Barcelona watched the four people ignore him and talk to themselves for a full two minutes. This made Barcelona, who was already feeling angry, even more unable to restrain his emotions. He roared in goblin language amidst the sound of rain.
, the few remaining helpless goblins who were not seriously injured had to fan out again with their daggers, intending to surround the four people. George ignored these goblins who had lost their will to fight, and went to look for Parrish, so they could leave Nozzi alive.
The goblins in front of them were indeed not afraid of what happened after the city of Er, but there was no way of knowing whether the goblin captain of the sailboat they rented at the goblin dock would be willing to take them, and whether they could sail in such bad weather.
"Can you run now?" George stared at Barcelona, but he was asking Arthur.
"Well, I'm still a little weak, but I'm good enough to leave."
"Okay, get ready to leave. One last question, who hurt you so badly? You still had bullet holes in your body. Was it the girl with twin tails or the one with clown makeup?"
"It's...Lagdis. I didn't know where he went when I woke up."
George patted Arthur heavily on the shoulder and directed the others, "Don't worry, I will help you teach him a lesson. Now, Hobik, can you be responsible for cutting off the rear?" George noticed that two goblins were also surrounded behind him.
During the storm, even the incendiary agents owned by the technological incendiary agent team could not be used. So for George, these goblins were as no threat to his brown bear as little rabbits.
Hobik saw the right moment and struck with both hammers. A shock wave knocked back the two goblins behind him. George hit the two goblins behind him with a backhand elbow and ran at the front as if to open the way. Livlan held up Arthur.
The shoulders were in the middle, and finally there was Hobik, who kept hitting each other on the face. Amidst Barcelona's curses in goblin language, the four of them ran to the corner, completely throwing away Barcelona's troops.
...
"What you mean is that you want me to drink this bottle of potion and turn into Savali, and then pretend that Savali is still alive and lead us out of here, right?" Docmundo carried the potion Buchington found from the fourth floor.
After transforming into a potion and repeating the plan just mentioned by Buchlinton, they regrouped on the second floor and Buchlinton proposed this seemingly impossible plan.
"That's right, I haven't turned back into a human body yet. I don't know what will happen if I drink the potion. You can't beat me Jace, so..." Buchlington deliberately made a gesture and crossed his arms and stood aside and watched quietly.
Their Jace.
Docmund swallowed his saliva and tried his best to keep the same expression, "I think there are other ways, such as taking advantage of them not paying attention or something." Thirty seconds ago, Docmondo saw Buchington's side with his own eyes.
While apologizing, he pulled out a hair from Savali's corpse and put it into the potion. As an elf, keeping food clean is his bottom line. This is why elves like nut foods with different flavors.
Buchlinton was not very impatient to wait. Although the fire did not have much fuel in the ground to expand the fire, standing here all the time was not an option. Buchlinton planned to 'help' Docmund drink the potion. Just in time.
When he was about to grab Docmundo's frightened arm, Jess pulled the two away and pointed at the location of the entertainment room above, "Stop the noise, there is noise."
Buchlinton and Docmondo kept silent and listened to the movement above. Sure enough, they vaguely heard footsteps coming from the upper floor. Is it the goblin or Arthur and the others? Buchlinton made a gesture and motioned for the three of them to go up.
Go up to the first floor to see what creature is making the noise. Putting the transformation potion aside, Buchlinton stayed close to the ground and followed the stairs to the first floor with half of his head exposed to determine whether it was dangerous or not, but he watched in the recreation room.
A familiar figure arrived.
Oakleary.
He walked in the entertainment room upside down, as if he was looking for something. After making sure that there were no other goblins around, Buchlinton immediately ran behind Oakleary, guarding the stairs leading to the ground and asked in a low voice, "What are you doing?"
Come here, please explain to us what happened?"
After waiting for a short while, he didn't hear a reply from Oakleary, and his swaying body was about to fall down at any moment. This made Bridgerton realize that something was wrong. He turned around and walked around to Oakleary, only to see...Ocleary.
Cleary was soaked all over, his eyes were white, blood was flowing out of his mouth, and his internal organs were spit out from his mouth and hung in front of him. The horrifying appearance made Bucherington lose consciousness for several seconds.
Oakleary is still moving forward. Even though he has become like this, he still has his own obsession. He wants to find a goblin, and he wants to know that the Lord of Savari is still the heroic character he believes in. But
...The intestinal medicine he was forced to drink by Savaran seriously eroded his body, and he could no longer support too many movements. The soles of his feet slipped and he fell into Buchington's arms.
After seeing this situation, Jace and Docmundo also ran up from the stairs on the next floor, waiting for Buchington to give them some information.
Bucherington lowered his head and felt Oakleary's breathing. His top hat was gone, and his clothes were stained with internal organs. He shook his head, "He is dead, our only helper in Nozil City. He is dead."
Yes." Buchlington closed O'Clary's open white eyes.