At this time, in the middle of Gria City, two uninvited guests came outside the wall outside a secluded small courtyard.

Inside the yard, the maple trees, which were originally as beautiful as fire, were a little desolate under the pale moonlight. At this time, the leaves were no longer as lush as autumn, but instead a little prematurely aging. The withered leaves were barely hung on the dry branches, and their originally dense posture became sparse.

At this time, there seemed to be no one in the house. The quiet and dark room swallowed up all the light, leaving only silent darkness spreading. Silver moon, desolate, darkness, such a terrifying and paradoxical atmosphere seemed to be the beginning of a horror film, and the maple trees in the courtyard seemed to have turned into countless evil spirits who cannibalize.

"Molia, why don't we go in and take a look?" An encrypted voice was transmitted into the ears of our companions next to us.

"John, our goal is to find these mice hidden in the dark."

"And the rest will naturally have a commissioner from the executive department to clean up the beginning and end."

"Besides, we two mages go in directly, afraid that they will not die." The man called Molia said.

"Then we just wait like this. With this task, how long will it take for me to pay off my debt?" John wailed helplessly.

"Shut up, John, do you want to pull out those of them?" Moria roared in a low voice.

But the breeze around was gentle, and only the sound of the wind blowing through the leaves was heard, and occasionally the sound of the domestic dogs from afar was heard.

"Didn't we use phonic art?" John muttered unconsciously, but he still didn't say this sentence.

Time passed slowly, and some people passed by this secluded path during this period, but they never noticed anything unusual here.

"Molia, when will the follow-up personnel arrive?" John asked bored after quieting for a while.

"Molia, Molia."

But at this time Molia did not speak, and he felt something was wrong in his heart. After taking a look at the time, it was time to say that it was time.

The two of them are the personnel sent to rescue the emergency department of Gria City, Angus, after asking for help from the top, but I don’t know why. The recent extraordinary incidents have been more than before. The executive departments around Gria City have almost all the important things in their hands, and can only send some material resources to Gria City, while the most scarce human resources cannot be dispatched.

Moria and the others finally took the time to get out first. According to common sense, generally speaking, those who apply for assistance from the superiors will be dispatched at the scale of a standard combat team. That is, there is at least one spellcaster, a wanderer, a warrior, and a shooter.

The most popular caster in this squad is the priest, of course the kind of priest who refines the healing of the Holy Light, not the kind of priest who practices punishment for the Holy Light and then adds a buff to himself before the battle to pick up the flail and moves up.

In fact, the shooters do not use bows and arrows. They are equipped with special firearms made by the extraordinary, and they are specially designed for the shooter profession. It has to be admitted that at the Black Iron Level, that is, the power of the firearms can still be guaranteed.

Even ordinary firearms can cause damage to the warriors. It is difficult for the warriors to escape from full firepower. However, this situation is still rare. After all, you can still leave if you can't resist.

Originally, the profession of spellcasters needed protection from comrades at the beginning. Molia and John should have gathered a team to set off. But first, the surrounding cities could not get people, and second, they were in the two-team pattern from the beginning.

This method is very unreasonable and is also a strictly prohibited behavior during the training of extraordinary people. However, the two of them have been working hard to complete all tasks safely, which is an exception.

"Let's go." Moria made a decision while thinking about it and said in a voice transmission to John beside her.

His perception has always been very sharp, and he can make decisive decisions at various critical moments. This is why the two of them were able to perform so many tasks and remain safe.

Before coming, they were told by Angus to secretly enter the city and find out the evil places in the city, which are places where strange rituals such as summoning evil gods, sacrificing flesh and blood, and slaughtering blood.

They had already found an extremely suspicious place and had sent out messages of asking for help, waiting for the arrival of the large army to crush the other party. But the situation is very wrong now. His message has been sent for a while, and the subsequent support has not arrived yet. This is a very abnormal thing.

"Brother, we may not be able to leave." John said as always, but there was a little calmness and trembling in the previous voice full of laughter.

After hearing this, Molia's dispersed thoughts suddenly gathered, and she looked up in the shadows and looked forward. With the blessing of dark vision and Hawkeye, he clearly saw a mysterious man in a black robe walking in the distance. His head was shrouded in a hooded sagging slightly, and he was holding a long staff in his hand.

Da, da, da, the clear sound was wrapped in the night wind and reached their ears. The other party's cane was raised bit by bit, as if the blind man was groping the road ahead.

The blind man in a strange dress was looking for a path home in a miserable night. This scene was enough to help the sympathetic pedestrians, and it was enough to create a shadow in the hearts of the timid young children.

But Moria and John felt their scalp tingling, as if they had seen some natural enemy, the pressure of domestic rabbits being watched by top predators made them breathe slowly.

The cane was gently tapped on the long street paved with stone slabs, but the crisp and subtle sound sounded to both of them, as if it were the roar of the bell tower of Gria. The extremely subtle and concise cane hit the stone slab bit by bit, and also hit the hearts of Moria and John at the same time.

They only felt that their heart was contracting unconsciously, as if they were being held by an invisible big hand, as if they were actually oppressive, they could not hear the divine power was compressed into their bodies by the majestic momentum, and the maintained darkness was also covered by the water-like moonlight. The two people hiding in the corner of the wall revealed their true appearance.

Two men in black windbreakers stood there weakly, but there was a badge of swords intersecting when the windbreaker left chest.

The windbreaker is made of top layer, with excellent materials and excellent craftsmanship. Not to mention the sewing skills, the enchanting skills are even better. No matter who wears this windbreaker, it will increase a little bit of chic out of thin air.

But the two men with excellent appearance were only exhausted and depressed at this time, as if the expression of the middle-aged social animal had been lowered.

"I didn't expect to catch two little cockroaches tonight. This is a real surprise." The man holding a long staff walked in front of them in an instant. The distance was nearly a hundred meters, and it seemed that it was just a few steps under his feet.

"It doesn't matter. If you want to kill, just kill. Anyway, as long as you are confident that you can handle the pursuit of the executive department." The person who spoke was not Molia, who had always occupied a leadership position before, but the somewhat talkative and troublesome John.

"Oh, you're not afraid of being so backbone?" The man under the hood said with a cold smile.

He turned his head and looked at Molia beside him, "Don't you persuade your partner?"

"No need, it's not that it's unnecessary to persuade, but that it's unnecessary to beg for mercy." Moria said weakly, and the two supported each other to prevent themselves from falling down.

"I know what you want to see, you want to see the ugly behavior of our kneeling and begging for mercy, and then give us hope to make us desperate again; or let us kill each other, telling us that the remaining people can survive, and finally extinguish the last chance of life with your own hands." Moria's voice was a little weak and powerless, but her tone was indescribable ridicule and contempt.

"You are smart." Alessandra, who was under the hood, exclaimed in an unknown sense.

"Yes, so let's just click, don't talk so much nonsense, okay," Molia continued, "But can you tell me how you cut off the message we sent."

After hearing this, John beside him raised his head in confusion.

You should know that the messages they sent before were not used. The Black Iron-level spells were at most communicated over a dozen kilometers without the blessing of large rituals. The signal was unstable, easily cut off, and easily lost information. So they used it at most when the distance was not far away. For example, they used it before so that they could not let the voices and conversation content leak.

Previously, they used the individual tactical liaison device jointly developed by the Equipment Department and the Imperial Mage Association. This liaison device is not blocked by a silver-level anti-interference ability and signal transmission strength.

Yes, they can be sure that the other party is a silver rank, otherwise the other party would not be able to make them unable to resist so easily.

"Sorry, I have no hobby to answer questions to the enemy. You should go to hell with your doubts." Alessandra ignored the other party's request, but just stretched out her left hand that did not hold the cane and went to the void.

A little red light like blood appeared on the index finger of the left hand. Alessandra glanced at the two of them, and the index finger stretched out. The light expanded in the wind like a flame, leaving the index finger and shot towards the two of them like a bullet.

Sorry, I'd better forget yesterday, just treat it as a single player for a long time, and then I want to vent my emotions after writing at night.

Today, the Lantern Festival was released, and it was okay (laughs).

Everyone voted for recommendations, but it was okay to post digital comments if it really didn't work. At least let me know that there were still people accompanying me, okay?

Thank you everyone, and I wish you a happy Lantern Festival!
Chapter completed!