Book Four Chaos Chapter Twenty-Three We Need Unity
"They escaped?" Isis's eyes and mouth opened extremely wide, almost taking up his entire face.
"No one thought that that bastard kid actually brought a water-crossing scroll and took that bitch to the other side of the river." Hilton replied angrily. No one else looked good.
"Scroll of water crossing?" Isis and the old man looked at each other.
Making a magic scroll is by no means a simple matter. It is necessary to store the magic that can only be emitted by slowly chanting the incantation and using the magic power carefully and accurately, and then explode it instantly when used. This kind of magic can appear to be instantaneous.
Behind the cheap trick is unimaginable difficulty and high cost. The magician who makes the scroll must be very proficient in using that magic, and at the same time, his own level must exceed that magic, otherwise a slight mistake in the production may cost him his life.
.
Usually only a high-level magician can make mid-range magic scrolls, while high-end magic scrolls require a great magician. The production of top-level magic scrolls is simply a big magic project, and the produced scrolls are also valuable to border towns.
.And the production of magic scrolls requires magic materials. The higher the magic level, the materials used are extremely expensive, and the cost increases almost geometrically.
Although the water-based magic of crossing water cannot be said to be top-notch, it is by no means a common commodity that can be used by ordinary magicians. There are no more than twenty great magicians in the mainland who can make such scrolls, and no one is willing to spend magic to ask for it.
No one has the materials to make this scroll. The cost-effectiveness of this scroll is almost the lowest among all scrolls. Unless there is a very special and urgent situation, no one is willing to spend hundreds of gold coins on water.
Take two steps.
"Could it be that... this kid had a plan a long time ago? So he prepared a scroll of water crossing?" Isis scratched his hairless head vigorously, trying to figure out the truth of the matter, but no matter how hard he scratched, he couldn't figure out the reason.
Come. "But...how could he know that we were going here to rest here? If he decided after resting here...where would he get that kind of scroll...someone specially brought it to him? Impossible.
,this...what's going on?"
"I say there is something really wrong with you, a woman. You can obviously catch up with them, why don't you catch up with them and entangle them?" Hilton stared at Jessica, the pain on his face trembling. "Even if you are not an opponent.
But even if they were stabbed twice, they wouldn’t die. We tried our best to stop them with two stabs and then we followed them.”
"Come and take a stab at me to see if you can survive." The masked woman played with the two daggers in her hands. She looked at Hilton coldly and glanced in the direction of the man and the druid intentionally or unintentionally. "Again.
I’m not the only one who can’t run fast.”
Hilton was stunned when he looked at the two daggers shining with blue light in the woman's hands. He immediately looked at Druid and said, "Yes. Anderson, if you could catch up with us so quickly, why didn't you rush up to us later?"
Where is it?"
"Although my explosive power is very good after the transformation, my physical strength is very poor." Druid showed an honest wry smile. Judging from his standard stout middle-aged figure, this is indeed understandable.
"Fuck, okay, okay. One is afraid of being stabbed, and the other is weak, so we just let those two guys run away." Hilton turned his head angrily. "That kid knows that we are going to Tularion to do big things.
.If he tells that bitch about this, what will we do if the bitch leads the Kingdom Knights?"
The druid said slowly: "I think that kid may not tell anyone. Even if he tells it, the temple knight may not find help. Since she broke into our gathering alone, it shows that she has a high heart."
Arrogant and disdainful of being with others. The relationship between Celeste and Queen Catherine has never been good, and the female knight finally said it. She wants the honor of the knight to fight and wash away her shame. So I think she
Maybe I won’t ask for help. At least I won’t ask the Kingdom Knights for help.”
"Maybe? Should?*. We are not going to enjoy the mountains and rivers, we are going to do big things and do big business." Hilton almost jumped up, thinking of the two elf girls and the pile of treasures he asked Silica.
His anger could not be suppressed. "That is a transaction of tens of thousands of gold coins. There is no room for any mistakes. But you said maybe, should. Maybe this transaction is ruined, my elves and treasures..."
"Stop talking!" A huge roar like a volcanic eruption exploded from Silica's throat. He who had been sitting on the ground with a gloomy face seemed to be stimulated by Hilton's words and stood up suddenly.
The muscles on his face were all twisting and squirming, and the muscles all over his body were undulating constantly. His bloodshot eyes swept across everyone's face.
Scanned by the eyes that seemed to be bleeding, the women Jessica and Hilton jumped away involuntarily and picked up their weapons. The old man and Isis fled in a hurry, and the druid also retreated. They could instinctively
I felt the anger and murderous intent in Silica that was about to explode at any time. This murderous intent was brutal, wild, bloody, and the murderous intent of other people or beasts had a target and a purpose. This murderous intent can kill without distinction.
Kill if you want, no matter what, he can kill anything, and his murderous intent is more murderous than any other, as if he might grab the people around him and bite them to pieces at any time.
The only man who didn't wander around was still sitting there, looking at Silica with a pair of shining eyes, and said softly: "You'd better calm down."
Silica's eyes immediately fell on the man's face, and the fierce light inside became even stronger. Blood was already flowing out and dripping from his mouth. He didn't know whether it was because his teeth were biting too tightly or because he bit his tongue or something.
Mouth meat. Suddenly he held the little finger of his left hand with his right hand, and then there was a loud roar.
The muscles on Heka's face trembled. He let go of his hand. The little finger had been twisted and broken. Under the moonlight, a white broken bone could be seen exposed through the skin. Then he held his ring finger again.
, the same goosebump-inducing cracking sound came out, and this one criticized it.
Isis didn't understand what was going on at all. He wanted to ask or step forward to stop it, but he didn't have the courage.
Several other people could tell that he was being patient.
After breaking off his index finger, Silica took a trembling breath, just like the moan he had just vented on a woman. The expression on his face finally calmed down. It was as if the murderous aura surging in his body had finally found someone.
To vent, it's like I've passed a very difficult mental hurdle...
"Mr. Sandface." Silica sat down. His expression was as calm as a monk who had just taken a bath. Even his voice had a rational tone that he had never seen before. The four fingers of his left hand were twisted.
It looked like a twist. The bones were still exposed and blood was coming out, but Silica didn't care at all, as if it was something growing on someone else's body.
But what surprised everyone was not just this, but the person he spoke of. It wasn't until they looked at him looking at the man that they realized he was talking to the man.
"Mr. Sanderface, I know this name is a pseudonym, just like you just said your name is Sandro. It is impossible for a person like you to have such an obscure name. But I have no idea who you are.
I don't care at all." Silica sorted out her broken fingers, reattached them one by one, and reconnected the broken bones. There was a heartbreaking sound between the bones. But Silica didn't even look at it.
Look, his eyes were all on the man he called Sandface, calm and dignified, as if he were a respected elder. "It was Isis's old friend Fodoreng who introduced you to this place. At that time, he
That's your name. I didn't ask. Old man Fordoleng and I have been dealing with each other for many years. He is a well-known veteran in Ironfast, and I can trust him. The key is that we are all together.
You are rich, so what is your name, who you are, what you have done in the past, etc. I don’t care. There is only one thing I care about, and that is whether you can achieve a common goal with me so that everyone can get it.
benefit"
The man named Sandface didn't speak. He just nodded silently.
"Everyone, sit down here, please listen to me." Silica waved to everyone, like a kind host. "I say these words to stop everyone from complaining and suspecting each other. There is no such thing as any
Function. Everyone should know that we are all gathered together for the same purpose and acting for the same goal. What has happened has happened, and we don’t need to worry about it anymore. The only thing left is to concentrate all our energy on facing it.
Regarding future situations, everyone should always remember that we have common interests."
"What we need most now is unity." Silica clenched her fists, with a gentle fighting spirit on her face and voice, which could be called a textbook leader's expression.
"Yes." Hilton seemed to be deeply touched and nodded vigorously, while several others also nodded slightly.
Only Isis tilted his head and looked at Silica in shock like a wooden sculpture, with his mouth wide open and everything on his face moved. He suspected that his boss had gone crazy due to excessive stimulation.
At noon the next day, the group finally arrived at another stronghold of the Shenmushi Bandits.
It is completely different from the mansion near the royal city. This is just an abandoned manor in a remote place. Many thieves have already come here first. The expected large-scale manhunt for them does not seem to have happened, and even ordinary
There was no inspection or waiting for other thieves, Silica immediately held a meeting.
Silica first told everyone about the plan he had made. In view of the appearance of a traitor, he had to act as quickly as possible and rush to the Tularion Forest as quickly as possible.
The plan was very detailed, and I heard Hilton, the old man, and the druid nodding frequently. It seemed hard to imagine that someone like Silica could have such a mind, but the other thieves didn't seem to find anything strange about this.
Another thing that made them feel strange was that Boss Xili seemed to have become gentler. The murderous aura and bestiality that could always be seen before seemed to be gone, but he also seemed to feel faintly more terrifying.
Although the Shenmushi Thieves Group are thieves, they are no less efficient than the army. Silica announced the details of the plan and immediately asked his thieves to prepare separately, that is, to make arrangements for Hilton and a few others.
He asked them to take a good rest and recharge their batteries. However, the man named Sandface said that he did not want to rest for the time being and wanted to go out alone to make preparations.
All outsiders are used to cheating, except for the original members of the Shenmuse Thieves.
Silica suddenly said to Isis: "I remember that you were the one who found the kid who could use white magic who escaped."
"Yes." Isis replied timidly. I don't know why, but now Silica's boss seems to be less ferocious, but he feels like he is more afraid of him. "But I don't think that kid would be like this at all. I also learned from two
I heard from one of my subordinates that there was a master who was looking for something to do, so I went to talk to him and saw that his skills were pretty good so I asked him to come. Boss, you can ask those two guys..."
Silica didn't look at anyone else, but simply asked: "Then you should have investigated that kid's situation clearly?"
"Investigated, investigated." Isis nodded like a fair Takumi. "The guys in charge of intelligence went to investigate quietly. The information is absolutely reliable. That kid's grandfather was killed by a werewolf, and his sister was scared crazy, so
Urgent for money."
"Okay." Silica nodded. The expression on his face did not change, and his voice was very calm. He said to the two thieves in a calm tone like chatting over afternoon tea: "Go to this kid's house as quickly as possible.
My hometown captured his sister. Cut off the little girl's hands and feet first, but remember not to kill her, and then send her over to me. You must remember," His voice paused, although it was still very calm.
The tone was relaxed, but half of the people present had goosebumps, "I want her to be fucked by at least fifty men in all ways before she is brought to me, and she must live well, and at least she can stay."
Until I fuck you a few more times in front of that boy."
"Yes." The two men almost escaped.
Silica took a long breath and said calmly to a thief next to her: "I'll find five or six women right away."
The thief was stunned and said in embarrassment: "Boss...in the wilderness, where are you going...to find a woman soon?"
Silica didn't get angry or even have any expression on his face. He just slapped the subordinate on the face and said calmly: "If it doesn't work right away, then do it as soon as possible."
"Yes, yes." The surrounding men immediately dispersed, leaving only Isis and the one who received a slap.
It's not that the slapped subordinate didn't want to leave, it was that he couldn't move. Half of his head had been completely shattered into an indistinguishable piece of shit, and enough of it was twisted around his neck from the left side to the back and back again.
The right side shook a few times, and the remaining half of his head seemed to be thinking about walking away, and then fell down with a general sound.
Silica turned and walked towards the inner room, and said lightly to Isis: "Let's go, I think we should inform our employer.".