Extraordinary Mechanical City

　　　　【White Wolf】Bazil and the princess Yumir of Omar have reached a preliminary intent for their close talks and cooperation.

　　 As for the small fights on the second floor of the tavern, they did not get the eyes of the two big men.

　　 But no one thought that the gas bomb on Renn was suddenly detonated.

　　 Although this level of toxins is not a threat to them, a top expert who has unlocked the five gene chains.

　　 But this explosion triggered a chain reaction.

　　......

　　Outside the house, several masters of the Omar Royal Enshrinement Group who were waiting in ambush for the signal naturally discovered the sudden explosion in the "Hyacinth Tavern".

　　According to information, the tavern only has the princess and Bazar to talk in secret...

　　 They couldn't help but fill their brains, this weird explosion must have happened in some way.

　　 Although they haven't seen the signal to do it yet, they decided to do it immediately.

　　 In the next instant, the breath of several lurking masters burst out and rushed in.

　　 For the magical sub-human "werewolf" who is extremely sensitive to danger, this movement is like a sudden burst of sun in the dark night, which makes his eyes sore.

　　...

　　 The breath of many top masters suddenly appeared, still can’t understand this situation?

　　[White Wolf] Bazel thinks whoever repays any fluke, he is the first one!

　　 So, he decided to start first.

　　 The werewolf's perception made him notice the movement outside earlier than Umir. Just when Ymir was completely unprepared, he suddenly broke out and turned into a werewolf and attacked the princess of the Omar Empire.

　　 Then there was the exaggerated movement that Ren saw that the tavern was bombarded.

　　......

　　 "Is this the top powerhouse in this world who has unlocked the fifth-order gene chain, terrifying..."

　　 Looking at the ruins in front of him, Renn's eyelids twitched violently.

　　 The power of this blow alone is more than the individual rocket launcher of the previous life.

　　 Rain naturally never thought that it was such a coincidence that in the tavern where Pisis planned to murder him, he met [White Wolf] Bazel, the head of the "White Wolf Monster Thieves Group", the ceiling of the strange thief industry.

　　 More coincidentally, I seem to be involved in some big event somehow...

　　 Sure enough, luck after crossing is as bad as ever.

　　 Rehn had a look of lovelessness, and he murmured in his heart.

　　 After thinking carefully, isn't this man and woman the suspicious customer in the corner of the previous store?

　　 But he was also curious at the same time, that this majestic silver wolf is Bazel, then who is the injured woman?

　　 can resist this blow and not die, he must also be a top powerhouse.

　　 No need to guess by Rennes.

　　 Soon, the identity of this woman was also revealed.

　　......

　　 After blinking after the explosion, he only heard a few whistling sounds, and the light and shadow flashed.

　　 In the blink of an eye again, Ren saw a few more people appearing on the street near the pub.

　　 A great sword knight in heavy armor, an old man in a black robe holding a staff, a man in a cloak with a hidden head and tail, and a few guards surrounded by the "rich, handsome" young man.

　　 It wasn't that Renne knew the young man, but because the guy's costume was so eye-catching, it was not difficult to guess that his identity must be very noble.

　　 The young man has blond hair, blue eyes and sword eyebrows, and his face is actually a half-face gas mask made of pure gold. Exquisitely crafted high leather boots, an aristocratic black dress, double rows of pure gold buttons on the chest are carved with gold griffin patterns...

　　 is qualified to put the exclusive coat of arms of the Royal Spenglin family on the button, and the identity of the youth is not difficult to guess.

　　 "A member of the royal family of Omar?"

　　 Ren saw the blond man's attire and guessed the identity of the visitor, but he frowned in an instant.

　　 He would not be surprised to meet these people elsewhere.

　　 Can these guys actually ran to the "black market fair" of the strange thieves?

　　 Sheep into the tiger's mouth?

　　Rao are the few people in front of you who seem to be the gangster level, but it is not necessarily that you can come to the bandit base camp to be rampant!

　　...

　　 Obviously, [White Wolf] Bazel thought so too.

　　 was calculated in his own place, can this silver wolf bear its violent temper?

　　 "Hemos, you old fellow are here? I thought you would die in the royal capital of Umar..."

　　 Bazel saw the old man holding the staff, and there was a dignified look in the wolf eyes.

　　 After all, this [Yan Mo] Hemos Zakaria, one of the "Top Ten Legendary Demon Hunters" with his own name, is the top master in the field of element mage.

　　 "Bazel, the last time I met was ten years ago. It seems that your temper has not changed... Your werewolves have a long lifespan, and you are really an enviable talent."

　　 Hemos was surging with demonic energy. From a distance, his black mage robe looked like a blazing black flame of hell, and it felt like a burning and devastating feeling even far away.

　　 Bazel sneered, and asked in a deep voice: "Why, there was no winner or loser ten years ago, do you still want to try it today?"

Hearing this, the palace magi shook his head and calmly responded: "His Royal Highness is coming to quell the banditry. As a teacher, I naturally gave up this old bone to do my best. Strength."

"Ah?"

　　 As if hearing something ridiculous, Bazel snorted coldly.

At this time, he glanced at the young man with the golden gas mask and deliberately said in an exaggerated tone: "Oh, look who I saw? The eldest prince of Omar, Quentin Spglin, kissed him. Now, should I feel honored by Bazel?"

　　 In front of absolute strength, the identity of the nobleman does not allow Bazel to take a look.

　　 Listening to this contemptuous tone, the prince did not speak. His arrogant eyes seemed to make him feel that it was an insult to talk to such a humble thief.

　　 The atmosphere was a bit awkward for a while.

　　At this time, the black-robed man next to Quentin took a step forward and smiled easily: "Your Excellency Bazel, don't delay the time, your ones will come down, and they won't be able to save you."

　　 "Huh?"

　　 It was seen that he was thinking about it~www.ltnovel.com~ Bazel sneered, and didn't care at all.

　　 On the contrary, there was a mocking look on the silver wolf's face, and he glanced at a few people: "You guys really thought that you would eat me? Is it true that my "White Wolf Group" and these hundreds of thousands of brothers can't be displayed?"

　　 It's not that he entrusted him, but it is also the fact.

　　 Even if the few who came across were all top offerings from the Omar Court, if you really wanted to kill yourself, it would be impossible for a while.

　　 Are you really going to fight, the brotherhood of your own "White Wolf Group" stands by?

　　 Really when these more than one hundred thousand vicious and evil thieves are muddled?

　　 "That... Your Excellency Bazel, the reason why I have said so much to you, probably we have the same idea. We actually wait for your subordinates to come and support you..."

　　 The black robe man shrugged noncommittal, and didn't mean to hide it.

　　 Then, he said the most domineering sentence in the most calm tone.

　　 "After all, I originally planned to kill you all... today!"

what? !

　　 Hearing this, Bazel's pupils shrank suddenly, faintly aware of something wrong.

　　 He looked around, could it be possible that Omar’s Royal Legion was encircled and suppressed? That's not right...they chose the location of the storm lake and the land is open, even if there is a large army, it is impossible to encircle and suppress it.

　　This guy...Where is the confidence to speak?

　　 He stared at the black-robed man who was "speaking big" with a pair of silver pupils, and asked cautiously: "Who is your Excellency?"

The black robe man’s hood always covered half of his face, and he could only see the corners of his slightly raised mouth, waiting for a three-point evil: "My dear Clemens F. Metternich, it’s just His Royal Highness Quentin Nothing more than a small staff member under the sect, it's not enough..."