Lord of the North

Moreover, Beowulf is still an excellent leader. Now it can be said that what Jason lacks most is internal affairs talents. Now not only has internal affairs talents, but he is also a super capable player.

"Master Xie."

Beowulf stood up, his handsome and determined face seemed to be in his early thirties.

"My lord, I feel the aura from evil."

Jason was about to talk to him, but Beowulf was ahead of him. He frowned and looked out the door. There was a lot of disgusting breath approaching here, and he did not hide it.

"what?"

Jason looked up and felt it carefully, but felt nothing.

The Wolf King, who had just been lying at Jason’s feet, also raised his head, wrinkled his nose and sniffed carefully, and let out a low growl like an early warning.

"A very pure smell of evil."

After Beowulf closed his eyes and felt it, he opened his eyes and said that the monster Grendel he had fought did not have these evil auras.

"My lord, shall we go out and have a look?"

He turned to ask respectfully, but he thought it was better to put Jason's safety first at this time.

"Sure it's for us?"

Jason frowned and asked solemnly, this shouldn't be it. The masters of He Shou Hui have been more than half a month away from here recently. How could they suddenly appear here?

If it wasn't the person who joined hands, who would it be?

"Has been fighting with people outside."

Beowulf closed his eyes again and said softly.

"My lord, an unknown force has launched an attack on us. Master Zola wants you to find a place to take shelter." As soon as his voice fell, a soldier suddenly opened the door and shouted eagerly, but how could it be in the house? One more person?

"I see."

Jason said solemnly: "Beowulf, come out with me and have a look."

"Yes, my lord."

The two walked out like a wolf, leaving the soldier there in a daze. Was that a wolf just now? And how did they get in? The Lord Marquis is really unfathomable.

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"My lord, we will definitely cause a backlash from the army if we do this."

On the roof of a building not far from the meeting, Gilbert wore a red mask and watched the battle in the distance. More than a hundred ghost servants besieged a Lancelot, and his men Said with some worry.

The Deep Blue Doji has an unstable foothold in the north, and doing so may cause trouble.

"The army has other ways to deal with it in the future, but this person is definitely a huge threat. After tonight, there may not be such a good opportunity."

Gilbert said quietly that at this time, only a few hundred people were left in the army to maintain order and count finances, and the rest had already returned to camp.

Among the extraordinary powerhouses left here are Charles and Zola, and the other military masters have also returned.

After letting go of this opportunity, it was hard for him to imagine whether he would regret his death.

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"Damn it, where did these people come from!" Zola was entangled by the two people in front of him, secretly annoyed and surprised.

Is this guy Jason a disaster star? Everything is on the stall when he comes.

"My lord, we must go to the auction house." Charles tried his best to push back the two extraordinary powerhouses facing him, and approached Zola and said in a low voice.

The blow that Lancelot suffered was even more terrifying, and there was still a Willett there, if something happened to them, the consequences would be disastrous.

"I want it too!"

Zola shouted angrily, couldn't he get out at all? I really didn't know that there were so many powerful opponents lurking in Lucca City.

For example, the two people in front of me cooperated tacitly and completely sealed their own way. The cooperation of the two explained that one plus one is greater than two.

Their strength is not very strong, but they are very difficult, Charles and Zola can not get rid of them in a short time.

"Who are you guys anyway?"

Zola slashed a person in front of her with a sword, and then angrily questioned. She vowed that if she let herself know who planned this sneak attack, she would take someone to quell it.

It's a pity that the two masked men in front of them didn't intend to answer her question.

"Where are the people we send out to spread the letter?"

After several more fights, Zola tried his best to repel the two brown candies, and asked Charles.

"Those who had them on the periphery, and those who were sent out to inform the army were killed in ambush."

Charles hated to say that those who sent the letter and sent the letter were all his confidants.

"Damn it!"

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"Miss Willett, be careful yourself!"

On the other side, Lancelot was besieged by a group of ghost servants, and for a while, he was in a mess. If it weren't for Morando to help him, he would have been injured.

At this time, there were more than a dozen ghost servant corpses scattered around, but there was no trace of blood flowing out of the severed parts, and it was even said that there was no blood in their bodies.

"Morando, protect Miss Willett."

He said solemnly, because Lancelot found that these strange people were coming towards him.

Otherwise, when you first attacked, you should choose the better Vialite, not the strongest self in the entire backstage. How come you encounter such inhuman and ghost monsters in Lucca City.

At this time, Villette also had an ugly face, holding a long sword in his hand. He did not expect that he had just experienced an interception and immediately fell into another secret battle again.

Except for a gray energy spilling out of his body, the ghost servant looks no different from a dead person. There is no breathing, no heartbeat, no body temperature, pale skin, and death without fear of pain.

They looked at Lancelot with hollow eyes. Gilbert's order was to kill this person, regardless of casualties.

Suddenly, these ghost servants rushed up again with long knives in their hands as if they had received an order, and they wanted to consume Lancelot alive with their bodies.

In desperation, Lancelot can only rely on his own skills to deal with them. From time to time, there is a ghost servant who loses combat effectiveness under his hands. He can only look forward to Zola and the others coming to help him as soon as possible.

The energy in his body is no longer enough to support him to squander, so he can only save as much as possible, otherwise the moment his extraordinary power is exhausted will be the moment of his death.

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"Let's go over too, end the fight as soon as possible, and then retreat immediately."

Gilbert looked at the embarrassed Lancelot with a grinning grin, but he didn't expect that this person was already so weak.

"Yes!"

After Gilbert finished speaking, he drew out his own long sword, which was a golden two-finger-wide sword covered with blood-colored ornaments.