Iron Power And Sorcerer

Iron Power And Sorcerer Chapter 45

2021-01-30

Chapter 45 The Hidden Street

Field pointed at Winters: "This is the new trainee."

Then he pointed at Moritz again: "This is my adjutant, but you seem to know... so that's how it is, Moritz was going to pick you up on mysterious and secretive leave before?"

"Major Moritz, and Major General Layton."

The Old Lady who opened the door downstairs heard the knocking of the door upstairs and stepped up to see what was going on.

"Mrs. Warren, I have to trouble you to ask someone to fix the door." Field handed Mrs. Warren a few small Silver Coins, and Mrs. Warren accepted it without asking anything. Apparently it's no surprise.

The lieutenant colonel handed Mrs. Warren a small bag of money and asked her to go to the neighborhood and buy some old clothes and boots in the shape of the three officers.

While Major Moritz got up and pulled out a pen and ink bottle from his desk drawer, Winters acted as a scribe, and the three spoke, wrote and communicated.

For Field, he did not know that his adjutant was sent to the province on a business trip, which the Army regarded as a secret mission, and he thought Moritz had been recuperating at home.

Lieutenant Colonel grinned back and forth when he learned that the Major had burst his eardrums with his spell.

But when he found out that Winters and Moritz were both witnesses and kept him in the dark, his expression became complicated again.

His face was a stunned look of "you guys are setting up a small group behind my back".

It's all to blame for Major Moritz's "secret discussion".

But now Field doesn't have time to ask carefully, he has more important things.

“Is the ability still there?” Field asked.

Major Moritz sleepily fumbles a Silver Coin from under the mattress.

The next second, with a shrill sound, the Silver Coin in his hand disappeared, the wine bottle on the desk shattered, and there was a hole in the wooden wall behind the bottle.

"Get up and follow me."

Major Moritz rubbed his neck and yawned loudly: "Then let me take a shower first, right?"

"No need, go to Qianmin Street, you sloppy ghost is just right." Lieutenant Colonel Field said with a sneer: "You can only play a male prostitute if you clean up your skin."

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Qianmin Street is said to be a street, but in fact, the area covered is not smaller than that of Hailan City.

The history of Venetus City can be traced back to the ancient times of the Empire, and the name Venetus comes from the ancient language.

The city was destroyed by wars and natural disasters several times, and rebuilt several times. Under the ground of today's Hailan City, are the ruins of the old city.

The ancients left two legacy for the city: a water supply system and a sewer system.

The water supply system has lost its original effectiveness, and only the remains of some elevated aqueducts are left as the remains of ancient civilizations, standing alone in the suburbs.

But the launching system is still faithfully fulfilling its original design function.

Although the owners of the city have changed from batch to batch, the post of the dredging officer responsible for cleaning up the sludge in the sewer system has been retained.

The old sewer system of Hailan City has been maintained by someone, and it was not abandoned after being blocked like the old sewer system of Jade City.

And whenever a person of insight is in charge of the city, supplements will be added to the old sewer system of the ancients to adapt to the growing population of Hailan City.

After repairing and repairing, the sea blue city's launching system finally became a labyrinth. No one knows how many forgotten paths and passages there are in it, and also does not know where this launching system can go. .

So this set of launching system of "shelter evil people and accept wrongdoing" in Hailan City has really become a place for shelterer evil people and accept wrongdoing. Thieves, smugglers, murderers, demon believers, all kinds of people hang out here.

It is impossible to trade goods on the market here, and the ugliest desires of human beings can also be satisfied here.

The ruling council of Hailan City had nothing to do with this, and dispatched guards to clear it, and the rats fled away, disappearing into various paths and pipes that were not on the blueprint.

When the guards withdrew from the launching system, the rats emerged from the gutter again and gathered here again.

Therefore, the launching system of Hailan City is also known as Qianmin Street. The public power under the sun and the mice that can only live in the dark have formed a delicate dynamic balance here.

Winters changed into a filthy sackcloth robe and cape, and wore a cat-face mask, holding the Dussack machete lent to him by Lieutenant Colonel Field, and followed the two captains. later.

Lieutenant Colonel Field Crude in most matters, but subtle in some , not only let Moritz's landlady get her clothes, but also a few pairs of shoes.

The three officers walking together are already dazzling enough, and if they put on military boots, they will show their stuff in front of blind.

However, the shoes I found in a hurry would never fit well, and the boots Winters was wearing were too small, and they squeezed him a little bit.

The three left their horses at Major Moritz's apartment, led by Lieutenant Colonel Field, went down the ladder next to the Carpenter's Bridge in the Dongcheng District to the dry bank of the river, and came to a place about one person high. before the drain pipe.

Lieutenant Colonel lit the torch with a fire technique and walked in first.

Major Moritz saw that Winters was holding the handle of the knife slightly nervously, and he comforted Winters softly: "It's okay, Qianmin Street is actually not dangerous, and there are quite a few bargains to buy. Relax, The way you walk now looks like a soldier."

After speaking, Major Moritz walked in second.

Winters moved his shoulders and entered the drain at a natural pace.

This drainage pipe is about two meters wide and has a masonry structure. Most of the width is reserved for the water channel, and the water appears pitch-black in the torch's light, and it is impossible to see how deep it is.

A small path was built along the edge of the pipeline that could accommodate one person walking, which should have been left for the dredging workers to walk.

The three walked silently, turning left and right, for an unknown amount of time. But as Winters counted past a dozen forks, he began to faintly hear footsteps, and seemed to see a spark of light ahead.

Going further, Lieutenant Colonel Field suddenly led Winters to the right and entered a dark passage in the wall of the pipe. After walking a few dozen steps, the vision suddenly became clear.

There is no longer a drainage pipe that you need to stoop to walk, but a tunnel that is almost two and a half meters high, winding with no end in sight. There were a lot of people inside, and it looked a bit lively.

Some people, like Winters, who used masks and cloaks to cover their identities, set up small tables at intervals of one or two meters and lit oil lamps, as if they were selling things here.

Most of the things on their table Winters don't know, and some people have a few small wooden tokens on the table.

Occasionally, other masked people stopped by the small table and used hand gestures to communicate with the sellers. I don't know how to count a deal or not.

The underground burrow felt odd to Winters, part of the space seemed to have been dug recently, with bumpy walls still wet dirt, and crooked wooden pillars against a few planks.

But there are some parts that implicitly tell Winters the long history of the place: the scattered old bricks on the ground, the stone vault structure, the faint remnants of color on some stucco walls.

Lieutenant Colonel Field looked steadily forward and walked straight forward along the tunnel. Winters followed and accidentally kicked a white stone covered in dirt, which rolled a few times, revealing three holes.

It was only then that Winters knew where this place was. That white stone was not a stone, but simply a skull.

This underground space, which was used by merchants in Qianmin Street as a market, was originally supposed to be a tomb. Winters can't tell what age the tomb was, but it should not be in the period of the ancient empire, nor in recent years. century.

The ancients would not build the tomb next to their own sewer system, and the tombs in the last few hundred years would not have been dug so deep. There are several layers of ruins under the sea blue city, and no one can tell how many times it has been destroyed and rebuilt.

Someone probably discovered this tomb by accident, and after taking all the funerary items, used this tomb as a commercial street.

The original tomb space was gradually running out of space, so people from Qianmin Street continued to excavate the walls. Therefore, some walls are plaster, and the other parts are mud.

Winters couldn't help "admiring" the desperate spirit of these sneaky street rats, who dared to build illegally in this kind of underground building that was probably over a thousand years old.

The walls of this burial chamber support the vault, and if the walls are knocked on, I am not afraid that the soil on my head will collapse in the next second.

Winters' thoughts ran wild, but he didn't stop, following Lieutenant Colonel Field closely.

Major Moritz, on the other hand, was attracted by something on a certain table. He stopped and communicated with the street vendors who set up stalls with hand gestures.

Field walked a section of the road and turned around to find Moritz haggling with others.

Fiercely kicked the Major in the ass when he strode back in fury.

The major remained unmoved, as if the kicked ass didn't grow on him, and continued to communicate slowly with gestures.

After the two made a deal, the major took out a few gold coins, and the Qianmin Street vendor took out a few paper packets from under the table.

Paying with one hand and delivering with one hand, the major opened the paper bag and checked it. After confirming that it was correct, he pointed at the merchant nodded and put the paper bag in his arms.

Although Winters couldn't see Field's expression because he was wearing a mask, Winters could imagine the lieutenant colonel's face on his knees.

Major Moritz was shrugged as if nothing was wrong, as if to say: What's the matter? That's all I do, you know what?

Lieutenant Colonel Field sighed helplessly and continued to lead the way.

The three left the underground market through another secret door.

Leaving this underground market through the secret door, going deeper, it is another underground market. It's just that compared to the previous room, the people here are a lot sparser.

Leaving the second underground market and walking forward, the ground starts to become flat and dry. The passage seems to have become a meticulously repaired corridor, and there are occasionally openings in the walls that can accommodate one person.

Winters looked curiously at the entrance of the cave, which was either covered with black gauze or covered by a wooden door, not knowing where to go.

Lieutenant Colonel Field stopped in front of a hole, nodded at Major Moritz, then pushed open the wooden door and walked in.

Winters originally thought it was the destination, but didn't expect it was still authentic.

This kind of tunnel-like structure had taken Winters around so disorienting, God knows how Field recognized the way.

Walking along this tunnel for about tens of meters, you can see flashing lights at the corner ahead.

Turning the right angle here, a burly brawny man with a page hammer sat on a wooden barrel, blocking the way of the three like a wall.

The muscles at the base of this man's neck are bulging, his shoulders are broad, and his limbs are thick.

A sullen voice came from behind Winters: "You noticed you as soon as you came in, and you went in with your head down, don't want to live anymore?"

I don't know when seven or eight masked thugs emerged from the tunnel, holding short blades and wooden sticks with iron nails, looking at the three Winters with malicious intentions.

Behind the humanoid Xiong Shi, several secret doors were pushed open, and another four or five thugs appeared.

Field, Moritz, and Winters also drew their weapons, and Winters counted in his heart that there were about fourteen people in total.

The number of people on your side is at an absolute disadvantage, but in a narrow space, the opponent may not be able to deploy.

The most difficult thing to solve is the brawny man. It is useless to put a blunt weapon like a page hammer in his hand and wear a full set of plate armor.

"There's no need to risk your own life for the rich people in the Elder's Council." The vicious voice spoke again, and this time Winters could see clearly that it was a clown mask behind him. "Throw the weapons on the ground, and I'll let you go back the same way and let you live. Otherwise..."

The thugs approached with a weird smile, wanting to give Winters three Psychological stress.

Lieutenant Colonel Field to Major Moritz nodded, Major sighed, put his saber on the ground.

"That's right, look at how smart your companion is..." The man wearing the clown mask stopped abruptly, his eyes spewed a blood mist, and the whole person went backward He fell to the ground on his back.

Winters only now understands why Antonio said "A Hundred Men Squad is not enough to kill Moritz van Nessue".

The archer draws the bow to shoot, and the musketeer fires to reload, but Maj. Moritz's arrows do not require any preparation.

Not only does it require no preparation, it is also extremely stealthy.

No bowstrings, no gunshots, just a shrill squeak. No need to hold the weapon to aim like a crossbow - Winters didn't see which enemy Major Moritz was pointing at.

The major's hand stopped at his waist at will, and one Silver Coin shot out from his right hand, his posture was like a small child playing marbles.

But for every Silver Coin he shoots, one more blood hole in the head of an enemy falls to the ground.

Silver is not a very hard metal, but when Maj. Moritz magically accelerates the Silver Coin to near the speed of a musket projectile, the Silver Coin without a blade can easily cut through skin, tissue and bone , stir the soft brains into a paste.

This is what Lieutenant Colonel Field said about the simplest and most efficient killing spell. It doesn't require fancy tricks or complicated kinds: just accelerate a Silver Coin to two hundred meters per second, and hit it again. To the enemy's head, that's it.

In just six seconds, most of the enemies in this tunnel had been brought down by Major Moritz.

Including the man with the page hammer, a Silver Coin hit his forehead, this bear-like brawny man fell straight to the ground, motionless.

A few thugs who turned their heads and wanted to run were hit with precision in the back of the head.

"Stay alive!" Lieutenant Colonel Field walked up with his saber.

The major thought moves and hit the last enemy in the knee. The fleeing thug fell to the ground with a weak leg.

"Does cripple's current subordinates have this level of ability?" The lieutenant colonel said in a very regretful tone, inserting a sword in the neck of every person who had stopped playing or was still twitching, and his head was stunned. Without replying, he asked, "The youngest gentleman, can you please deal with the latter ones?" Anyone who is not an idiot can understand what he means.

Winters is no longer the chick who just left the ivory tower. His last innocence disappeared after the gang-hopping battle, to be precise when he stabbed the poor man with a dagger. the paddler's neck disappeared.

He endured a slight discomfort and began to use Dussak to make up for the one by one thugs behind Qianmin Street.

The dredging officer responsible for the drainage is actually the weir officer of Dujiangyan. Dujiangyan is not a one-shot project, it needs regular dredging and maintenance, from 2,000 years ago to today. Rome's sewers are indeed clogged.

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