There were many people gathered in the dark big room. They were either wearing burqas or hiding in the darkness.
"Did you witness their defeat?" asked a powerful voice, "File, answer me."
"Yes, yes, Mr. Reef," one of the attackers who originally followed Khamis, who ran away after seeing his companions defeated, stood alone in the middle of the crowd, "but, is Khamis killed in the battle?"
It’s not certain that Ye Xing is indeed dead.”
Many sneaky figures stood up one after another. Some of them stared out the window indifferently, and some no longer carefully concealed themselves but shouted and cursed. Although they were simply dressed, their bodies were strong and their eyes were full of ferocity.
The abandoned greenhouse has many small holes and broken windows leading to the outside. While these figures are wary of the people around them, they also keep their eyes on the lookout for traces outside the house.
There was no one outside the house, except for the shadows of a group of birds or bats passing by.
The group seemed to discuss it for a while, and then several people approached each other.
One of them, known as "Reef", was holding a heavy shield in his left hand and a two-handed sword behind his back.
The equipment of the people following behind was very miscellaneous. One person was carrying a hammer, and another was holding a repairman's wrench. He didn't know which grocery store he snatched it from. The others were also holding various kinds of tools.
Weapons, watch carefully. They all kept a certain distance from each other and were quite cautious.
"The loss of Khamis is heartbreaking, but it is not enough to hinder the will of the Creator," Reef said with irresistible majesty. "I do not agree with continuing to attack official extraordinary people. The Creator has never issued a similar oracle to us. Ha.
Meath's actions would put us all at risk."
"But things have already happened," a man dressed as a wizard stood with his hands behind his hands, and there were also many attendants beside him. "If Khamis had not died, he might have revealed our information under official torture. There is no such thing here.
Safe again.”
"I have already made arrangements. The powerful apostle will come. The future foreseen by the Madman is unstoppable," a warlock shrouded in darkness stroked the crystal ball in his hand, "We only need to worry about our own safety. From now on.
, I will act alone until the moment of the oracle arrives."
"Jorgen, I don't agree," Reef took a step forward, "dispersion means more unpredictable factors. Traitors will leak the sacred will to the strong indigenous people. Your Excellency Medicius must also agree with me.
."
"Yes, Jürgen," Medicius, dressed as a wizard, said calmly, "The result of violating the oracle will make the trajectory of fate become even more unfathomable. Just like Hamis's reckless challenge
Like the strong indigenous people,
"His target, Griffith Blanton, seems to be only Sequence 8. There must be many of you here who think you can kill him through sneak attacks and sieges after receiving the gift from the Creator. However, have you ever thought about it?
Will killing the Aboriginal Extraordinaries, including him, help us carry out the Creator's will when the destined day comes? Why doesn't the oracle guide us on such a path and clear all obstacles in advance?
"No, it won't be that simple. We don't know what other trump cards these Aboriginal Extraordinary people have, and what kind of existence is hidden behind them. Moreover, if heavy casualties are caused to the Aboriginal Extraordinary people now, Beyelan will
Wouldn't we be alert? What we are about to face may be groups of Sequence 7, or even extraordinary beings.
"We have not been assigned the task of killing the Aboriginal Extraordinary. Even if the final battle is inevitable, our task is never to kill him now."
The room was quiet for a few seconds.
Some people nodded, while others looked disdainful.
A man with his face covered and holding daggers leaned against the wall, his cold eyes scanning everyone present: "They are all cowardly excuses. Medicius, if you can't bear the pressure of the team leader, I, the Traveler
Your Lord's loyal servant Yin Ci can take your place."
"That's right!"
As soon as the man named Yin Ci finished speaking, two thug-like men armed with sticks and chains started making noises.
"Quiet, you idiots!" a very beautiful young woman in the crowd said sternly, "According to His Excellency Medicius' interpretation of the Creator's Oracle, we should try our best to avoid interacting with Griffith's trainee knight and others.
Contact, let alone actively provoke or attack him.
"As for you, Hidden Thorn, you don't even dare to challenge the status of the captured Khamis, so what qualifications do you have to covet the status of Lord Medicius."
"Miss Phil is right," another strong man agreed. "If I must take action now, I would rather attack the city defense troops and get the weapons and equipment of the city defense troops to arm myself. Although the gains are not counted
There are many, but it is better than directly confronting the strong indigenous people."
Yin Ci couldn't listen anymore after being rebutted. Two daggers flashing with black light appeared in his hands, staring at the strong man with cold eyes: "Crazy man, the aboriginal strongman you mentioned is just a sequence 8
That's it. Miss Phil, didn't your reconnaissance confirm that he has no ability to cast spells? Of course, such a weak target does not need the Creator to express his fate! Just kill him with one knife, and none of you dare to take action, so just fight with the kid
Just go to the shopping street and work as usual."
"quiet."
Along with the words, a stream of icy air suddenly burst, and the freezing air hit the face, interrupting everyone's quarrel.
"Your Excellency Medicius!"
The two people called Phil and the Fanatic seemed to be loyal supporters of Medicius, and they showed great admiration after seeing him take action.
"Hidden Thorn, since we have accepted the oracle, we will naturally continue to move forward," Medicius, who threw the ice energy, said in a calm tone, "The will of the Creator has not yet fully emerged. This extraordinary man named Griffith
There is no guarantee that there is no other will behind him. If we encounter him, Lord Reef, can you withstand his attack?"
The shield guard Reef, who had just led the discussion, had been silent and watched everyone argue calmly. But when Medicius asked him, his aura suddenly became as majestic as a city wall. The hidden thorn on the side felt
This momentum actually showed a rather fearful expression.
"No problem, Lord Medicius," Reef held the heavy shield in his hand, "Even if Griffith is favored by other beings, his physical capacity is limited. I can contain him for at least five minutes.
, the defense team is ready to face the worst situation."
"As expected of Your Excellency Reef, the mission reward given by the Creator will surely make you the chief defense core. No one can compete with you," Medicius said with joy, "Then, let's continue to act collectively and wait for the oracle to come. Who?
Do you have any other comments?"
Most of the people present nodded, obviously very convinced of this decision. Others who did not nod, such as Yin Ci, also remained silent and did not express objections.
Seeing that no one was on his side, Jürgen just snorted.
"Very well, Your Excellency Jürgen, I will leave the handling of Hamis to you," Medicius raised his hand and called the warlock's name, "The apostle of the Creator will personally perform this task, and the summons must be completed as soon as possible.
ceremony."
"No problem, Medicius, I will obey the oracle of the Creator, and everything is unstoppable." The warlock nodded in agreement.
The tense situation was calmed down in this way, and the beautiful Phil said happily, "You, Mr. Reef and Lord Jürgen have joined forces, and more than 20 believers of the Creator have jointly executed it. This kind of lineup is rare. We will definitely be able to do it."
successful."
Medicius did not speak, but nodded slightly.
"Then, I will notify the sentry outside to confirm the situation. If there is nothing unusual, we will move our position." Phil put his fingers on his forehead, seeming to enter meditation.
"Let's arrange the formation for the next meeting," Medicius simply drew a figure, "with Mr. Reef as the core, each group will be arranged in a ring. Let's go here..."
"Your Excellency Medicius!"
Just when Medicius was assigning the task, Phil suddenly shouted with a pale face: "Something is wrong, I can't contact the sentry! He, he was killed?"
Everyone in the room suddenly exploded. Reef, who was sitting firmly on a wooden box, stood up and raised a large shield to protect Medicius. Beside them, the auras of Yin Ci and the other people gradually faded away, and the presence of
The feeling becomes very thin.
The others were all hurriedly standing in a circle with various weapons on guard.
"Wrench, go check it out," Medici called to a man holding a wrench. "Phil, make a mental connection to Wrench."
The person who was summoned looked reluctant, but did not dare to refuse, so he could only bravely walk outside.
Watching the wrench disappear from sight, the remaining people were nervously on guard, waiting for their leader to give the order before they would rush out and tear the unknown enemy into pieces, or flee directly into the dark streets.
Before they had been anxious for a long time, Phil suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground with a pale face.
"The wrench was taken away in a split second," Phil struggled to say. "I didn't see the attacker's face clearly. He suddenly appeared and I didn't even have time to break the mental link."
"Lord Reef, let's retreat," Medicius gently put his hand on Reef's shoulder, "Everyone, let's go."
Following his order, the others immediately took action. The hunters who were originally preparing to attack suddenly became prey.
"What? Are you leaving now?"
The cold words that made everyone's hearts tremble sounded in the darkness, accompanied by the sound of iron boots crushing the floor and gravel.
Before the slightly mocking voice could finish, a spear was thrown from a dark corner, and with one blow an attacker was knocked out and pinned firmly to the wall behind him.