Trafford’s Trading Club

Chapter 1279 [Deed of the Month]

Hey -!

A huge figure broke through the door panel and slammed it onto the wall, then slipped off... After it fell, it didn't move at all, because its life has completely disappeared.

What you can see, there is a fist-sized blood hole on its chest.

After the broken door, the soul witch slowly walked out and looked at it casually before turning around... In the room, Farrell, who had cleaned his hair and body, put on a white suit with blue. Shirt, slowly coming out.

Miss Witch's craftsmanship is good, did not give the strangest and most evil knight in history the strange hair, just trimmed out the short hair.

His whole person seems to be a little stronger... It’s really starting to grow up, and Miss Witch’s heart secretly thinks – this guy is really poisoned, only 10% more strength?

"How did this guy suddenly become mad?" Miss Witch frowned at this time. "The Cavaliers should give these normal lives, register the orc blood, and inject a vaccine to suppress the violent."

Farrell just said indifferently: "The vaccines used now should still use the long-term formula. Although the effect is still there, but some generations have produced some antibodies in their bodies, and the animal nature has not been eliminated. It will become more and more serious."

He said, he turned his head and looked out the window... The fire in the city was soaring, and the sound of the screaming was unresolved - suddenly, Farrell's gaze was locked in the soul witch.

His gaze is like a long-lasting starlight. Even if she has the power of the mind, it seems to be under the huge starry sky, and she seems so small.

Miss Gillian reluctantly showed a smile of all kinds. "Mr. Knight, is it going to invite me to a date?"

Farrell indulged in a moment and frowned. "What role did you play in this incident?"

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Almost at the moment of speaking, Farrell has already shot - ignoring all the defenses of the soul witch, just like carrying a childish child, directly pinching her neck, lifting the person, pressing the wall Above.

She struggled painfully, her legs continually kicking in the air, but she only felt more and more suffocated... Are those round table knights so desperate when facing Farrell?

"Yes... it's me... I saved you from prison... I saved it... Give you... Solution, antidote..." She said this hard, holding her arms in her hands, her eyes Frightened.

Between the blink of an eye and the closed eye, Farrell suddenly became quiet, and the fingers slowly loosened a little... The release was slow and the fingers seemed to be very stiff.

Miss Witch had no time to wait for his fingers to completely loosen. After seeing a loose touch, she struggled to open Farrell's fingers desperately.

She was able to get out, slid from the wall and sat on the ground, breathing wildly, while the body could not help but tremble slightly... looked up and looked at the calm man in horror.

"You haven't answered my question yet." Without any comfort, he looked at the witch lady so coldly. "Reassure, my promise will not change, I promise you to do it... I will Send what you want to get to your tombstone."

"You..." Miss Gillian snorted subconsciously.

She used the power of the mind in the most dangerous moment, and intended to invade the other's heart. However, her power immediately made the other party's inner madness, sorrow, and all kinds of negative emotions.

For a moment, she spent the centuries like **** in the spiritual world.

"Oberon..."

After painfully coughing a few times, she still greedily breathed the fresh air, and nervously said: "He is a leader called the Doomsday mythology organization. This organization has absorbed many guys on the wanted list of the Magicians Association, 咋It seems to be an organization against the Magicians Association. But it is not... it is actually used as a cover, an organization engaged in the orc liberation movement. The core members of the Doomsday myth are almost all those with orc blood."

"The orc..." Farrell thought thoughtfully.

The voice of Miss Witch continues to sound: "I spent a lot of time to get close to the inside of this group... The antidote I used before you was refining it by a secret pharmacist in Doomsday mythology. Of course! The material is me. Hard to collect back."

Having said that, she quietly looked at Farrell and saw that the other party had no slight change before she lowered her head and continued to speak.

"Look up and look at me."

Miss Witch had no choice but to raise her head and bite her teeth. "I overheard their plans for this time, so I had an idea in my heart... but it was just an idea, but the goddess of fate seemed to care for me. When they first acted, One member lost his hand and was taken away by the people of the Knights."

"Is it really a miss?" Farrell became sharp when he looked at him... Yes, it was sharp.

Miss Witch suddenly shuddered and quickly said: "Really! I originally planned to take it myself, but I don't know why he was seriously injured and he fell into the hands of the clown Dalgoni. ……I did not lie!"

"go on."

The witch had to slowly say: "The people of the myth of the last days have asked me to help the members of these actions to protect the mind and avoid letting them arrest after they have been arrested. Because of torture, I have to reinforce my mind, at least for a short time. There is no way to open it. At this time, the Cavaliers have no way to do it."

"So you appear in front of them and ask to see my request, in exchange?" Farrell quickly figured out the cause and effect and shook his head slightly.

"They have no difference with suicide!" Miss Witch argued: "With a small organization, how could it be possible to confront the entire Cavaliers and the British government! Since they are going to die, and holding the mortal belief... Why can't I use it a little?"

"You are like your mother." Farrell said softly.

Miss Witch has an instant loss... Like an illusion, it seems that in this man's eyes, there is a complicated color that flashes away.

But he quickly asked, "Is there nothing? I don't like a little bit of lies."

"Really, no, no..." Miss Witch said quickly. "Just... but."

"But what?"

Miss Witch frowned: "I am just guessing. It seems that the leader of the mythical mythology and the government have had a contact... Before the start of this plan. I suspect that Oberon’s action is not so simple on a unilateral basis. There must be something stupid in it. I really don't believe that Oberon is going to do something that seems stupid. However, my strength can't invade his heart, so I don't know his true thoughts, and he never Real trust in me. Even this action is only the real team in the doomsday mythology. At least one third of them are playing the game of cat and mouse in Europe and the Magicians Association...but Anyway, I managed to save you from prison."

"Stupid..." Farrell looked at the spreading fire outside the window, thoughtfully.

Suddenly, he turned and walked straight out.

Miss Witch asked quickly: "Where are you going?"

"Help you find things outside... Do something a little." Farrell didn't head, and walked straight down the stairs of the hotel.

Miss Witch had to climb up and rush to keep up.

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Within the social work center.

The mad beast is bound with a special strap made by the Knights - one of the items found on the Nickel.

But at this time, the mad beast was obviously not completely calmed down... It still glared at the scarlet eyes, and the saliva continued to flow out of the mouth, and did not really dispel the madness, restore the original appearance, but An edge state like a volcano is about to erupt, as if it is a slight stimulus, it will go mad again.

But no matter what, the means of the Orc Miss to appease it is obviously effective, but the ideal is not too effective.

Lale was a little scared and confused. At this time, she held her hands and stood in front of it, revealing a blank look.

Klein and Neil came over and the translation software opened. Klein said slowly: "Miss Lale, obviously his situation is not good... Excuse me, do you know what happened?"

Lale seemed to be a little scared. She looked at the night sky outside. "Calling... We heard the original call. It inspired the most primitive animality in our hearts. They could not resist this primitive impulse, so they lost themselves. Will be in a state of madness."

"So, do you use your own way of hurting yourself to wake up?" Klein quickly realized the meaning behind the other party's earlier move.

Lale nodded silently. "I am a mixed blood, so the relative animal nature will be weaker than pure blood."

Klein took a deep breath: "Miss Lale, the situation is more dangerous now. I will make a long story short, there is a mob, he used the means that he did not know, and almost all the orcs in the fog have been forced to madly... You also Seeing, the whole city is now like a sea of ​​fire... We need you, Miss Lale, or, you need a way to calm them down!"

This is the result of a brief discussion between Klein and Nick after seeing Lale's singularity - they did not immediately tell the Cavaliers because they were not sure whether it was feasible.

Besides, the knights in the foggy area are now almost empty. It is almost the same... All the staff are dispatched, and even the logisticians are already carrying out the task of suppressing the riots.

"You mean... the deed of the month?" Lale frowned.

"The song you sing, is it called [the month's deed]?"

Lale nodded. "That was the ritual song that we sang when we sacrificed our ancestors. It can calm us down... I don't know if it is really useful. I just planned to try it. You also saw it... ...the effect is not too obvious."

It is still on the verge of chaos, like a beast that has been shackled, struggling from time to time, and then roaring a few times.

"Even if you only slightly delay their actions!" Klein said quickly: "This is also a great help for us... Can Lale ask you to help us?"

Lale frowned. "Why should I help you? Help you suppress my people, and wait for your butcher's knife to fall?"

"We only want to lift this crisis." Klein said sincerely: "We are not going to hurt anyone...whether it is human or you! You know, these people are here. Residents with legal status and formal jobs. They could have lived in peace for a long time, but now they are in endless suffering. I believe that they live here, have their own family, companions, friends and neighbors. I am convinced. If they are awake, they will not want to see themselves destroying the city like this... you can feel it, their inner pain."

The girl fell into a state of hesitation, looking back at the painful and violent orc, there was a trace of intolerance.

"Please believe us, believe me, Miss Lale!" Clay then squatted for ninety degrees, then quickly raised his head again, reaching out and pressing Nick's waist next to him 90 degrees." I started in the name of the knight, I just want to help them, and then calm down the riot! After that, I will plead with my boss, Mr. Gareth, one of the great twelve knights, to let him These orcs plead! They are victims, not sinners who should be treated unfairly!"

"You didn't lie." Lale sighed softly and finally nodded slowly. "Well... I will try it. But... what should I do, teach you the [month of the month]?"

Klein was overjoyed, and the black Nick who could finally straighten up directly grabbed Klein’s cell phone and began to talk: “I’m afraid it’s not working. I think we may not have the ability to play this lullaby.” So I still need you!"

"This is the song we sacrificed, not a lullaby!!" Miss Orc is super fierce.

"How is it! Nick said quickly: "I already have a preliminary plan! However, I need you all to act and help me a favor! ”

Said, Nick looked out the window, a truck that crashed into the wall of the social work center because of chaos, blowing a whistle: "First, we need to modify this big guy."

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Song Dynasty Hotel.

The door of the presidential suite was hurriedly opened at the moment - I saw Mr. Chen Peter holding a metal baseball bat on his hand and wearing an old European world lock. Hyperthyroidism, look in a hurry!

"Qiu Shaoye! Hey, God, great, you have nothing!"

At this time, Mr. Chen was a loyal guardian. He also held the locomotive helmet on his head. "The outside is very dangerous! You should not be afraid of Qiu Shaoye. I will protect you! All the security guards are called up this floor. Now, I promise that a wing can't fly too..."

A fly swept past his eyes.

"……Come."

Snapped!

"Where Mr. Chen’s armor was brought from somewhere." Seeing Chen Peter’s indecent appearance, Luo’s boss could not help but be curious.

"This? This is an antique in the exhibition room, I put it on!" Chen Peter raised his chest and said: "How! There are still a few pieces, I want to give you one too... I think still have to of!"

"Thank you." Luo Qiu smiled slightly. "But I think it should be unnecessary... In addition, is Mr. Chen sleepy?"

"Sleepy?" Chen Peter said: "How can I get stuck at this time! I will definitely get up!! No matter what the mob, the terrorist organization, they dare to come, I let him come in and hang out! !"

"No, you are sleepy." Luo Qiu said softly, "You are also sleepy."

Quietly, Chen Peter fell directly on the ground and made a sleepy sound - like a diffusion, and at the same time outside the door, there was a silent down sound.

For a moment, all the guests, employees, and even the rats that were running away in the parking lot of the Song Dynasty Hotel lost consciousness.

Luo Qiu waved his hand, and the light curtain appeared, covering the land in front of him.

I only heard him say casually: "So... from where to start."

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PS: (7/30), why is it getting more...

(End of this chapter)