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ARPG Chapter 5 Conspiracy (5)

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    The two captains quickly reached a consensus.  .  .  As a scout, you cannot retreat just because of danger. You must do everything you can to find out the situation.  For safety reasons, the Revenge Army, which has a higher combat capability against the undead, entered the city to investigate. If anything unexpected happened, the soldiers of the Fort Watch quickly evacuated and returned to Grantham to report.  The griffin crossed the city wall and entered the city. The bustling urban area was still empty. It was so quiet that it didn't look like a town, but more like a cemetery, which made people shudder.  "There is no one there, could it be that they were really killed by the undead" A Revenge Army scout was stopped after he said a few words.  "Seeing is believing! Jumping to conclusions without seeing anything!" "Yes" "Group of two, go around. Remember not to blindly face the enemy when encountering danger. We are scouts, and the intelligence we collect must be returned to us.  It¡¯s only valuable if it¡¯s passed back.¡± ¡°Understood!¡± Looking at his men scattered around, the scout captain couldn¡¯t help but sigh.  Although he scolded his men harshly, he also had the same doubts in his heart.  This is not the first time he has come to Bisar Floating City. The geographical proximity has made it one of the city-states where Grantham diverts refugees. He himself often escorts refugees here.  Being at a high altitude can isolate the low-level undead wandering the wilderness, but it cannot stop the invasion of bats, ghosts, gargoyles and lichs.  Therefore, all floating cities have magic crossbows with automatic aiming and shooting installed on the city walls, just like the new cities.  In the past, people would be targeted by crossbows before they even got close. Now, they can penetrate deep into the city without any hindrance. The city's defense system has been broken. The people in the city are probably in danger.  The scouts who were in the group with the captain felt something was wrong with the fountain below, so they made the gryphon drop down.  You read that right, the water level is indeed falling!  The moment the griffin landed, the landscape fountain in the center of the city was like a floodgate, and the water volume dropped sharply.  It disappeared in the blink of an eye.  "Captain, look quickly" the anxious scout shouted, and the rest of his words were choked by the scene in front of him.  The sound of water leaking from the fountain alarmed the captain who was looking around above. When he looked down, he saw that the circular fountain that was originally filled with water only had a dark hole left.  There is something!  Intuition gave a chilling warning that something was out there.  "Get off the ground!" He just finished speaking.  A gray mist gushes out from the dark outlet channel of the fountain, slowly drifting towards the wide-eyed scout and the griffon he is riding.  "Rick?" Seeing that his subordinates made no movement, the captain called out the scout's name again, but he remained motionless and was instantly enveloped in gray mist.  Could it be that he was bewitched by a spell?  By the time the captain took out the crossbow from the weapon pouches on both sides of the gryphon, the scout's figure had been completely obscured by the growing gray fog and could no longer be found.  At the moment of uncertainty, the gray mist seemed to notice another person in the sky and began to rise slowly.  I feel bad.  As the captain climbed higher, he glanced around with his peripheral vision, but there was no trace of other scouts.  He shot an arrow tentatively, and the arrow pierced into the gray fog with a sound of breaking through the air, and disappeared in an instant.  This time, because the distance was close enough, the captain could see clearly.  The arrow did not disappear, but was 'dissolved'.  It's like heated butterno.  It's water evaporated by sunlight, leaving nothing behind.  The arrows were all dissolved.  The fate of the scouts below can also be imagined.  "Damn it!" With a low curse, the captain tightened the reins, and the well-trained gryphon immediately turned around, with gray mist following behind unhurriedly.  "Leko, Evar, Rulkern" The captain opened his voice and called out the names of his subordinates loudly. There was no other sound except his echo in the streets and alleys.  We lost all our scouts without even knowing who the enemy was.  The captain, filled with fear, decided to retreat.  The gryphon fluttered its wings and flew quickly, and the high city wall came into view, as well as the soldiers of Watchfort waiting there.  Before the scout captain could put his heart down in his throat, he saw a mass of mist rising slowly and silently from below them.  No one noticed either.  "Get away!!" He shouted hoarsely but failed to save his companions. The scout captain could only watch helplessly as several large living people were swallowed up by the mist, and died before they even had time to scream.  ¡°What the hell is this?  !  Knowing that it was useless, he still shot out all the arrowheads he carried as if to vent his anger.  All attacks had no effect on the gray mist, only causing the thing to change direction and continue to approach.  Although full of resentment, the scout captain also understood that his duty was to pass the news back.  I can only put aside revenge temporarilyWith the thought in mind, he drove the gryphon back.  Fortunately, the fog moved too slowly and was quickly left behind. After a while, it became unrecognizable, and Bissall, which was only an empty city, gradually blurred from the field of vision.  ¡°What on earth is that¡­¡± Out of danger, the scout captain began to think.  Never seen it, never heard of it in the decades of fighting the undead.  A new monster created by the undead?  Or, does it exist but never shows up?  The gryphon let out a cry, and the scout captain, who sensed something was wrong, noticed something pressing down above his head.  Looking up, I was greeted by a strong sour smell.  The last thing his eyes saw were tiny dust-like insects and a subtle buzzing sound, and then there was nothing more. Like everyone else, he was eaten in an instant without even leaving any dregs.  The scouts sent to investigate did not return for three days. Gonzalez was worried about their safety and asked Gilad to find a way.  Since the distance was beyond the range of Eagle Eye, the mage who had just been promoted to the first level a few months ago sent his familiar to investigate.  Several important figures from the Revenge Army and Watchburg gathered around the mage's dormitory, watching the images transmitted back through the familiar attentively.  Just like what the scouts saw, the city was empty, without a single soul, as if it had been abandoned.  "This is too strange. Even if it is dangerous, it is impossible to move them all in such a short period of time." Blake rested his chin, doubts reborn in his heart.  As the closest human settlement to Bissar City, it is also the location of the only three portals in Belfast. Whether the people there want to purchase or move to the surface, they must pass through Grantham.  No matter how much the ruling nobles disagree with the Dawn Sect or have disagreements with the Grand Duke of Belfast, they will never be at odds with themselves.  Because of the return of frost and cold.  Gonzalez is also extremely cautious in using the portal. It has been in a closed state in the past few days. Where have the people in Bisar City gone?  "Are they all hiding at home?" Gonzalez was lucky, hoping that the people in Bissar were just hiding instead of missing or dead.  There are nearly 10,000 residents in that city "Huh?" Gilad, who was remotely controlled by magic, seemed to have discovered something, and the familiar's gaze suddenly turned.  "That's" Gonzalez's adjutant Hobbs gasped.  There was a broken flag on the ground at an inconspicuous corner of the street. The pattern embroidered on it was familiar to everyone present - the holy emblem of the Dawn Sect, with the scattered sunlight faintly outlining the shape of the sun.  Everyone frowned. The city of Bissar was the fiefdom of the great nobles in the twelve territories. It did not belong to Belfast, and because it was attached to Hohenheim, it also became a vassal of the God of Magic. It was impossible.  Hang holy symbols of other gods in the city.  Think about it.  It can only be something from the scouts sent a few days ago.  As soon as the familiar touched the flag on the ground, the edge of the cloth was strange. It was neither uniform nor uneven. It was finely jagged, as if it had been corroded by something.  As soon as the order was given to bring back the broken flag, the familiar suddenly felt something and was giving up on the task it was supposed to follow.  Lifting off rapidly.  "What's going on?" Dante, who had been silent, asked in a deep voice.  ??Girard did not answer, but injected more magic.  He used a living deed.  The only thing that takes priority over the master's orders is one's own life.  His contracted familiar encountered a danger that threatened his life. After weighing the situation, he instinctively chose to protect himself, and his order was naturally postponed.  The picture presented by the magic scene has changed, and gray fog filled the sky over the city at some point.  The sky was dark, and if the familiar had not been acutely aware, he would not have paid much attention to the clouds and mists that were common in the floating city.  ¡°There¡¯s something weird about those fogs.¡± Gilad finally took a moment to reply. The familiar¡¯s mind not only sent back what he saw, but also brought back the fear.  "It's very dangerous. Auggie said it didn't feel the aura of death, but it felt it was dangerous, more dangerous than the last siege." Gilad asked what the others meant, should they continue to explore?  Or just let him recall his familiar?  The screen began to shake violently as the familiar dodged left and right. The fog was not fast, but it was everywhere. The bat-like familiar was quickly surrounded by the gray fog that filled the entire city.  With no way out, it hurriedly prayed to Girard in Grantham for a summons so that it could be freed from this danger as soon as possible.  "Let it come back, there is no need to die for such a clueless thing." Although he was anxious to figure out what the strange fog was about, Gonzalez would not let Gilad sacrifice his familiar.  For a low-level contract demon, violating the contract will not consume much magic power, nor will it cause substantial harm to Gilad, but this will indirectly reflect that he is a cold person.To achieve the goal, he does not hesitate to sacrifice his men.  "It's just a familiar." Abigail, who is also a mage, didn't care. How could she know what those strange fogs would do without contact.  Gonzalez glanced sideways at Abigail. He had disliked this consul from Xindu since he was a child. He was only ten years older than him, but he had held important positions since he reached adulthood at the age of sixteen. The huge empire was already in decline.  To the point of using such a short-sighted person who cares about his own interests and the interests of his family, destruction is not far away. Even if there are no undead, it will only be delayed for some time. Sooner or later, it will be destroyed.  "Let it come back, and we will find another way to deal with the fog." Gonzalez stubbornly ordered as a duke, but Abigail laughed it off and called it a woman's kindness.  Because of the rivalry between the two, a group of people in charge dispersed, and the discussions that were supposed to be held did not continue.  The matter should have ended here, but something strange happened in Grantham that night. Soldiers on night watch discovered that some refugees living in the outer city had disappeared inexplicably.  There is no record of entry or exit at the city gate. Where did these people go?  (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature. The novels will be better and updated faster!
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