Ride and Cut

Now that the target is in hand, Richard and Hendra return together.

The sky was already very dim. Lord Lord did not speak all the way and meditated on his thoughts. Of course, Dracula could only follow along as a mute, leaving a series of footsteps on the cold street.

For Richard himself, the biggest obsession of this expedition was "the ring of sky and thunder", and now he has been in his pocket and it is considered to have got his wish.

Since the city of Winter has been captured, the Pompeii Expeditionary Force should not make any major moves in the short term. He couldn't help but began to figure out whether he could go back to Gaoshan Fort, which would last for several months, which was really nostalgic.

I don't know if the bunny maids who have just learned to play mahjong are unfamiliar with their craftsmanship.

As he walked, Richard stopped suddenly, his eyes staying on a two-story stone building on the side of the road.

A very simple house, built with large rough rough stones, judging from the traces left by wind and rain on the wall, it has been quite old.

Near the top of the building, a row of beams sprang from the wall and cracked in the wind and sun. The upper half of the red brick chimney on the side is fresh and bright, while the lower half has been dull and faded. It must have collapsed and been repaired.

It is not difficult to see that the owner of the house is very careful, and even half of the broken bricks are perfectly matched. But no matter what, that kind of sourness can't be concealed.

A few Pompeii soldiers happily came out of another house with silk and satin, and found that the two officers were motionless not far away. They were suddenly a little nervous. After all, playing extravagance was undoubtedly a violation of military discipline.

Dracula waved his hand to indicate that it was okay, and several soldiers slipped away like rabbits. He asked softly, "My lord, what?"

"There is still such a broken house in the noble district?" Richard Mo rubbed his chin and looked suspicious.

This piece of land at your feet is the most valuable part of Winter City. Even the road surface is made of carefully polished volcanic rock. It is impossible to describe this luxury with an inch of gold. The surrounding houses are all exquisite, and the holly wood on the side of the road is also neatly trimmed. In contrast, this small building, which is not bad in the civilian area, is shabby and dazzling.

"It seems to be..." Dracula showed a thoughtful look on his face, but finally shook his head, "Anyway, I have a bit of an impression, maybe I heard it when I was a child, but I can't remember it anymore."

"Go and see." Richard walked to the door and violently opened the lock with his foot on the doorknob.

The furnishings in the house are of the same grade as the appearance of the house, and they are very shabby, inferior to the Lord's Hall of Alpine Fort. Richard went in and circled, and then walked up the creaky stairs to the second floor, which was the same shabby study.

The collection of books is still quite a lot, and the lord drew out a large tome. The difficult title of "A Brief History of War" suddenly made him feel sleepy.

"It seems to be a declining military nobleman." Richard opened two pages pretendingly, not knowing why he knew every word, but couldn't understand it when connected.

"Ahem, this book... actually has no gold content." He closed the book hard and threw it back to the shelf, ready to leave quickly.

"My lord, there seems to be something in it." Dracula was standing by the wall, using his gloomy eye, bending over and peeking in against a brick crack, "I see the light."

"Huh?" Lord Lord immediately stopped. He knew that Dracula's eyes could see light, indicating that there was something good.

"Step aside."

The wall is also a very ordinary red brick wall. Ordinary people may have to collapse with a kick. How can it be possible to withstand the strange power of the lord of the mountain fort. After fiddle twice, the brick crashed to the ground.

Dracula is right, the wall is a small secret room. But Dracula was wrong again, there were no treasures in the secret room, only a dozen Stuarts crowded inside.

"Fuck!" Lord Lord was almost taken aback. Just by looking at the clothing, these people are definitely noble, with high-ranking officer armor, magician robes, and even holy light priest robes, and the identity of their masters is naturally ready to be revealed. Richard had never dreamed that he walked into a small building on the side of the road and could catch such a high-level Stuart!

There was only a gray-haired old man, and the half-new armor on his body was rather shabby. But judging by his unangered and prestigious manner, he was ten thousand times stronger than Suffolk and his like, and he would not believe that he was the first to be the ordinary Richard!

"I remember it!" Dracula looked at the old man's face, and suddenly realized, "This is the private house of General Seedorf! The general has always been extremely simple throughout his life, so the house is no different from ordinary civilians."

Richard's brows frowned, and he immediately realized that something was wrong.

Obviously, the reason why half of the ghost can not be found in Winter City is not because the guards evacuated during the night. Otherwise, it is impossible to explain why even the small soldiers have not left a few of them, but these high-level legions are still here.

An ominous premonition hovered in his heart, and the lord felt that the people in the secret room must know something he didn't know. But there was still a creamy white light curtain like a veil between the two sides. Richard broke off a piece of carapace from Dracula's scale armor and tried to throw it at the light curtain.

"Zi~", accompanied by a slight buzzing, the beetle immediately melted into molten iron, dripping onto the wooden floor and igniting a cyan fire tongue.

"What an overbearing power." Richard scowled and retracted his fingers. This is definitely a very advanced magic protection enchantment.

This enchantment is preventing him from entering the secret room, and it seems that it is also preventing the people in the secret room from coming out. He found that the people behind the light curtain were yelling together, but they couldn't hear anything in their ears, and they obviously had the effect of isolating the sound.

Richard watched patiently for a while, and recognized from the repeated mouth shapes that these people seemed to be saying-"Run!"

"Run?" Richard did not hesitate, and immediately said to Dracula: "You first go back to the camp and let everyone maintain the highest vigilance. Then find Bederick and tell him everything."

"My lord, how about you?" Dracula asked back.

"The barrier is about to disappear." Richard pointed to the light curtain. The brightness was gradually dimming at a speed visible to the naked eye. "I have to ask them what is going on."

Accompanied by a rush of footsteps ~www.readwn.com~ Dracula left soon. Richard pulled out the Dragon Slashing Greatsword from behind, and the sharp blade fell on the floor in front of him and began to move, leaving a line of elegant fonts-"Why?"

After he finished writing, he looked up at the people behind the light curtain.

Although there is no pen and paper in the secret room, they still can't be bothered.

A holy light pastor contributed a white robe as a carrier, and the white-haired old man bit his finger and began to write with blood. Li Cha squatted in front of the light curtain, distinguishing the handwriting, and at the same time he said gently:

"

Young Pompeii

I am Seedorf

After dark, the undead will begin to wreak havoc, you read that right, they are indeed undead

Leaving Winter City, the farther the better

"