Endless Debt.

Palmer is seriously introspecting whether it is because of his gift that led to the current bad situation, one crisis after another, one after another, just solved the silver knight's surprise attack, finally found the way out, but encountered Legion of the Wordless.

This is more than a bad start.

"Good news, we're very close to the exit," Palmer insisted on his dry joke until this point, "bad news, we're just an army of the Silent Men standing between us and freedom."

When he was spying on the Fog Abyss Fortress, Palmer had seen this group of Wordless People. Obviously, these Wordless People who were patrolling outside noticed the chaos inside the fortress and collided head-on with the two people who were fleeing.

Palmer began to regret why he didn't stay where he was before. With Burrog's ability, it would not be difficult to dig another way out of the ruins.

Escaping is not difficult, but it is bound to give up Church.

The battle with the Silver Knight has attracted the attention of the king's shield guards. Burrog and Palmer are like two catfish. They must muddy the water as much as possible, so as to help Church to the greatest extent so that he Fishing in troubled waters, while collecting information, escape from this place.

Yes, escape from here.

"Huh... the second round."

As Bologo said, he raised his grudge and put on a posture without any evasion, confronting the silent ones.

Seeing his calm look, Palmer on the side panicked.

"What second round, can you stop talking to yourself!"

Palmer wanted to drag Burrog to run away, but this guy looked eager to try, as if he was about to jump out in the next second and fight with the Legion of the Wordless.

"We just left, what about Church?"

Burrog looked ahead and asked Palmer, "Once we escape, these Wordless Ones will definitely search the entire Mistpit Fortress. I don't know what kind of ability Church has, but I don't think so. He can hide here."

Palmer fell silent. What Bologo said was right. There are already two defenders of the known power, not to mention the power lurking under the water.

The two are currently unable to determine Church's location. If they leave like this, Church will be imprisoned in the Fog Abyss Fortress.

"I will find a way to contact Church...in my way."

Bologo continued, "As long as Church can get close to us and within the communication range of the sentry, we can find a way to break through."

"As for now..."

Burrog looked at the Wordless who were striding closer, and he took a deep breath, "We have to find a way to delay the time."

Palmer plucked up his courage, clenched the storm feather with one hand, and raised the revolver with the other. The bullet nest was filled with alchemy bullets, "You are surprisingly responsible."

"Probably, I can't allow myself to fail, not to mention, this is my first time leading a team," Burrog mobilized all his strength and maintained a high degree of concentration, "At this point, I am very proud, Also stubborn."

"It seems that you are indeed suitable to be a team leader," Palmer lamented. "I am different. I will be crushed by the pressure."

Every move of Bologo is related to the lives of the team members. When fighting, the enemy's life is so cheap, but when holding the life of the team members, it is so heavy, like a mountain rock.

"I'm stressed, too," Burlogo said, waving a bitter bite, "but I'm used to it."

Seeing Burrog swung his sword, Palmer also inspired himself, roared out at the top of his throat, trying to wash away the stress in his mind, but just as he was about to throw out the storm feathers and pull the trigger to meet the enemy, Burrog's sword was retracted halfway through the swing, and then he pressed Palmer's shoulder.

With Palmer's astonishment on his face, a series of stone walls rose from the ground, blocking the two of them and the speechless one layer upon layer.

Palmer's rising enthusiasm suddenly fell down, and at the same time, under the invasion of the Burrowgo ether, the boulder above his head began to collapse.

Since Bologo was promoted to be a negative power, his control has become arbitrary and no longer requires any intuitive medium to operate. For this reason, his attacks are always unexpected, making the enemy hard to guard against.

Palmer grumbled loudly, "I thought you were fighting to the death!"

"A good field clerk makes use of all that is at hand."

For his huge transformation, Burlogo didn't care, and his face didn't change.

A large number of ethers gathered behind the high wall, and the ethers of the wordless people were joined together. Bologo didn't think that only two people could easily break through the ether barrier of this legion.

Burrogo said, "Pay attention to the signal of the sentry, and break out immediately when you receive Church's message!"

"I know!"

The Wordless One pushed forward, and Palmer's ears were filled with the bang of the stone wall collapsing, and he then yelled, "One more question!"

"what is the problem?"

Burlogo dominated as best he could, struggling to find a way to deal with Palmer.

"What about Hart? They must have noticed the change here. Will they stand by?"

Stand by?As soon as Palmer said it, he laughed along with him. How could it be possible? Under such circumstances, every field employee would choose a choice that was repeatedly emphasized during the induction training.

Be adaptable.

Bologo obviously noticed this too. A little haze flashed in front of his eyes, and he couldn't help sighing, complaining in his heart that the first action didn't go well.

"I don't know, but I think they shouldn't be so stupid as to attack directly."

The secret passage chiseled by Bologo has been destroyed by the silver knight first, and most of the broken void protection has also healed.

Taking a long breath, Bologo focused on the matter at hand. In the past, he had already swung his sword wildly and entered the enemy group, but this time was different. Bologo knew that the Wordless Ones Weird power, if you kill yourself too fast, it will only accelerate the birth of another defender.

Burrog could only find a way to deal with it, constantly controlling the surrounding buildings, and the stone walls stood up and moved, creating a complex and weird labyrinth to delay time.

But the Wordless Ones obviously didn't want to waste time with Borrog. Their ethers united together, like charging cavalry, and they easily stepped down the complex maze, layer by layer, and the distance between the two is constantly shrinking.

Bologo took a deep breath, and the thought of dealing with the Wordless Ones was undoubtedly too arrogant, as expected, they still wanted to confront each other with swords.

Holding his breath, the pure ether covered the bite, and the blade turned into a blurred light and shadow. Just when the wall in front of him was about to crack, Bologo swung the blade first, and then a hideous scar appeared The wall was torn apart, along with the Wordless Man behind the wall.

The horrific injury shattered the aether barrier, pierced the Silent Man's black armor, and left a huge hole in his chest.

The power of Bologo is so powerful, while the resentment bites into the flesh and blood, the tyrannical ether further shatters his internal organs, the impact penetrates the back, and it can be clearly seen that the Speechless Man's spine is bent, and then The back ruptured, and the viscera that turned into blood foam erupted, staining the whole area red.

With the advancement and siege of the Wordless, after a short circle, Bologo had no choice but to fight the Wordless. He lowered his breath, biting resentfully, swung a deadly semicircle, and then several heads Throwing it high, the headless corpse slowly knelt down.

The Wordless Man swung the etheric sword, and Bologo raised his sword to block, and the Snake Scale extended and waved at the right time, like Bologo's new arm, condensed into several blades, and slashed at the surrounding enemies.

As soon as his mind moved, even the earth served Bologo, and stone halberds rose from the ground, piercing through the joints of the silent people from the gaps in the armor, restricting their movements.

The ground suddenly bulges and piles up, and Bologo deliberately modifies the terrain to turn it into a one-on-one narrow road and arena, which greatly reduces the pressure on Bologo to meet the enemy. He is like a monster, Take on the entire Legion of the Wordless Ones alone.

In contrast, there was not much Palmer could do. He could only assist Burrog in suppressing the legion, and if necessary, relieve the pressure for Burrog and stop those Wordless Ones who were trying to launch a surprise attack.

This is not a melee of the legion, from the beginning to the end, it is just a dispute between three people.

The blood filled the surrounding air, and one could feel a strange sweet and fishy smell when breathing. The blood soaked into Bologo's skin, like a poisonous potion, arousing Bologo's inner desire to kill.

Bologo is not like those crazy lunatics who wield their swords like crazy. On the contrary, he can often maintain a high degree of rationality in the bloody slaughter, slashing silently like a soulless puppet.

To be honest, Palmer would feel an inexplicable fear every time he saw Burlogo's silent killing.

Fear of burrogo.

Unlike the people who roared and raged during the killing, Bologo's silence carried a cold and deep chill, silently releasing unbearable pressure.

The exact opposite of this cruel situation.

Before that, Palmer could bear it a little bit, but following Burrog's silent killing, the wordless people also kept the same silence, like walking dead who knew no pain, and greeted Burrog one by one blade.

One side swung down the blade soundlessly, and the other side fell silently.

In the horrifying dead silence, there are only the howling wind of the sword blade, the ear-piercing noise of the ether bursting like an electric current, and the trembling hum of the iron armor being split and the flesh and blood being cut.

Burrogo and the Wordless are the protagonists on stage, and Palmer is the audience witnessing blood and death.

The corpses piled up higher and higher, and the blood accumulated more and more. This place was so peaceful, like a silent silent drama, a bloody drama.