On the Seven Towers

Luo Ling took out a marker from her space bag and drew a simple map of the square on the wall of the tower. Then she asked Uceta one by one about the garrison positions of other members of the White Eagle Team, and then marked them on the map.

"Look, since the defense is like this, this area is most likely the position they need to defend." Luo Ling drew a circle on the map, circling several houses on the east side of the square.

It can also be seen from the clock tower that only one of these houses is relatively tall, which may accommodate things like large magic arrays.

"What is this house used for?" Luo Ling asked.

Uceta said: "This was originally a warehouse of a chamber of commerce. It was originally sublet to caravans from afar to store goods, but since last year, the warehouse has been sold. I don't know who it fell into the name of. I only know that its owner has closed it empty and never rented it to anyone again."

"It seems to be here." Luo Ling said, "But if you go around from anywhere, you will encounter the sentry post of the White Eagle Team."

"Uceta, is there a way to take us there?" Xiao Chen asked.

"Of course, my lord, I knew you had an important mission to do. I'm the deputy captain, and no one will check the people I bring over."

"Wait a minute. Uceta, do you know the powder on the headscarves distributed by the king?" Xiao Chen asked.

"What? I don't know what you are talking about. Are you talking about the headscarves worn by the civilians in the parade? Those are issued by ordinary city guards, and we don't care about that."

"What about the red thread powder?"

"Sorry, I haven't heard of it. My lord, I really can't help you."

Xiao Chen said: "We must be vigilant. If the White Eagle Squad knows nothing about the details of this conspiracy, it is very likely that there are other guards in the warehouse."

Xiao Chen asked Uceta to find a piece of cloth to cover his mouth and nose. Although the latter was puzzled, he did it.

When the three walked down the bell tower, the atmosphere of the crowd below became more and more crazy. Many of the movements have exceeded the scope of dancing and are more like going crazy. Even Usetta was extremely shocked by the scene in front of him, "Sir, what's wrong with these people?"

"This is exactly what we want to investigate. We think there may be something evil in a warehouse that wants to harm the people of the entire capital. Making these people marching outside crazy is the first step." Xiao Chen did not hide anything from Usetta. He believed that this master of the city guards still had a sense of responsibility for the city. The more consistent the action target of the charmed target and the caster's action target, the longer the charm lasts and the better the effect.

"Sir, this is a very serious problem. I will definitely help you investigate this matter clearly!"

However, the three people who hurried out of the bell tower below did not notice that there was a man standing on the spire of the bell tower at this time, looking down at them expressionlessly, just like a giant looking down at an ant.

This is a short and thin middle-aged man. Compared with Xiao Chen, he is a head and a half shorter than Xiao Chen. If it weren't for his relatively well-proportioned figure, he might be mistaken for a skinny dwarf.

However, if anyone saw him at this time, they would not care about his short stature, but would be frightened by the sharpness that naturally emanated from his eyes. It seemed that as long as he wanted, a glance could cut you into tiny pieces.

However, no one could see him. He stood on a high place, and no matter how the wind blew, his clothes did not move at all, as if he had always been standing in his own world, like a sword inserted in a scabbard.

He raised a finger and prepared to swipe it towards the three people below. This was the Qianren Dou Qi that made him famous. He was very short, but the Dou Qi was very long, which was the origin of the name Qianren.

If he swung it, Xiao Chen and the others would be cut in half. According to the realm of these people, facing the attack of the Qianren Sword Saint Venegas, it was impossible to resist.

However, this attack did not go down after all, and stopped halfway.

Venegas froze for ten seconds, and finally put his hand down. He raised his head and began to search for that existence with all his mind, but after a while, he found nothing.

A drop of cold sweat overflowed from his forehead. He hadn't felt his life threatened for a long time. Just when he was about to attack, a strange force locked onto the flaw behind him. In those ten seconds, he tried twenty different ways of drawing the sword in his mind, but as his thoughts changed, the strange force also changed twenty times, each time just targeting the direction he was about to draw the sword.

He swore that his body and fighting spirit did not move at all, but just a thought would be grasped by the opponent in an instant. Such an opponent is beyond the understanding of the saint.

"Who are you?"

A female voice rang in his ears, but he couldn't tell where the voice came from with his strength. "Venegas, play your role well, just like fifty years ago, under that bridge, don't do meaningless things."

Venegas's fear was even greater. This was a secret that only he knew. When he was just emerging fifty years ago, he got drunk and fell under the bridge, but accidentally found a secret passage. After exploring the secret passage for three days, he found an ancient tomb containing treasures, including the cultivation secrets of Qianren Douqi and a magic sword that could be integrated into the body to extend Douqi. He had never mentioned this secret to anyone, but this woman knew it clearly.

He said in a deep voice: "I don't understand what you want to say."

"Don't hurt the two people below. You can't interrupt their path. Go and do what you should do today."

"Who are you? Have I seen you? That day under the bridge..."

"You haven't seen me, but I have seen you, many, many times, many, many you..." The female voice said this and drifted away.

At this time, Venegas was sweating profusely. He asked himself that he was definitely not a weak person among the saints, but today he was defeated without even touching the shadow of his opponent. He pondered for a long time, recalling many legends and secrets, but none of them matched the one just now.

A deep sense of fear pierced his heart. He thought that as a saint, there was nothing except God that could control his fate. But now, he was uncertain again.

But no matter what, he didn't care about the two little ants that he wanted to crush to death.

"What should I do today?" Venegas looked into the distance, and several figures flew over from several directions on the opposite bank. He took a step forward, stepping on the air as if it were flat ground, and he walked towards the other side step by step.