A beam of fiery red light is rising from the window. The light passes through the window and flows on the rough parchment. The red light reflects the curved characters on the page. The dark and deep words are like

It is a language that comes from beneath the abyss.

After a while, the roar came from far away, shaking the adobe house. Pepino stood up from the chair tremblingly, covering his documents with his body to prevent the shaken sand.

Falling into the cracks of books.

He raised his head, and the golden red light was reflected in the depths of his pupils. The scene just seemed like the end was approaching.

Under the firelight, the hard workers in the excavation site outside were fleeing in all directions, but no one paid attention to them because the air pirates were also busy with themselves.

And no one remembers him, an inconspicuous person.

The ground shook for a while before it calmed down. Then Pepino took a step back and carefully stroked the sand off the pages one by one with his hands.

His movements were trembling, but he was meticulous. He didn't know who the people from outside were, let alone where they were.

And only these documents are treasures in his eyes.

But suddenly there was a clanking sound. It turned out that he accidentally knocked a ring off the desk and rolled it to the ground.

Fortunately, it was just a fake. Pepino bent down to pick it up, but saw the ring rolling forward until it hit a boot before stopping.

Pepino was startled for a moment, and couldn't help but look up. He looked up along the boots, and above was the bottom edge of a robe - it was a dusty robe, worn on a man wrapped in a long cloak.

of homeless people.

Under the lowered hood of the other party, only the unshaven chin could be seen clearly, his lips were pursed and he said nothing.

The wanderer was holding an unconscious girl in his hands, and behind him was a little girl who was barefoot and looking down at the ground. When Pepino saw this scene, his body froze.

Opened his mouth wide.

And then the man slowly raised his head, a pair of golden pupils under the hood shimmering, just like sand passing by.

As if struck by thunder, Pepino stepped back suddenly. He knocked over the chair behind him and the parchment scroll on the desk also rolled to the floor.

"you you you……"

The wanderer looked at him and replied calmly: "It seems that you still remember our agreement."

When the other party spoke, his voice was hoarse, but it carried an incredible magical power. It seemed that after listening to it, one could not help but feel affected by it. Pepino subconsciously took a step forward, then suddenly reacted and retreated.

, leaning against the desk, refusing to take a step forward.

In just a moment, the young man's forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat.

The wanderer slowly said: "Don't forget, this is a deal between us."

"And the appointed time has arrived."

"No," Pepino shook his head repeatedly and shouted in panic: "I, I'm not ready yet, and besides, you haven't fully fulfilled your promise..."

But the wanderer shook his head: "This is a contract, and no one can violate it."

At this moment, the golden light in his eyes disappeared like quicksand, and at the same time he raised his hand and slowly stretched it out in front of Pepino. The latter looked extremely panicked and couldn't help but let out a scream.

But after a while, all sounds died down.

The wanderer only looked at the young scholar standing in front of him with a blank expression.

He looked neither satisfied nor dissatisfied. He just turned around with an indifferent expression and walked out. The little girl with bare feet looked up at him, then lowered her head and followed him.

Behind the two men, the scholar was following along in despair, like a puppet.

It wasn't long after the three people left.

The group of people kicked open the wooden door with a bang. A kind of blood shark air pirates swarmed in, but they looked at each other in confusion as they faced the document scrolls that rolled to the ground.

"Where are the people!?"

One of the captured workers responded hesitantly: "Sir, I saw him leaving with a stranger. I thought he was one of your people..."

The Blood Shark Air Pirate was so angry that he kicked him away: "Then why didn't you stop them, you idiot!?"

The worker screamed and hid in the corner, shivering.

Seeing this, the air pirate knew that it would not help, so he picked him up from the ground and asked angrily: "Then which direction did you see them going?"

"I, I know something..." The man replied breathlessly, his voice almost trembling: "I, I saw them going in the direction of the city hall."

"Damn it!"

The air thief threw him away and hurriedly said to the others: "Quickly notify the first officer, we will gather in the direction of the city hall immediately!"

All the air pirates nodded in unison.

…

It took a lot of effort for Fang Plover to climb up the cliff where the city hall is located.

He tightened the cable creakingly and approached the suspended corridor a little bit. The magic winch was making an overwhelming sound and bursts of white smoke were coming out - but several blood shark air pirates were passing below, and something was about to happen before him.

After discovering him, there was not much time for him to stop and wait for the engine to cool down.

He gritted his teeth, struggled upward, and grabbed the broken hole with his other hand. He then pulled up and climbed up from there.

Although he also relied on the power of tightening the cable, before being strengthened by the Dragon Heart, he definitely would not have been able to perform such a level of movement.

Fang Plover turned over and climbed up to the break there. He looked down again and saw that several air pirates did not seem to notice the noise above their heads. This made him sigh in relief.

He carefully retracted again.

Although his stealth skills are not high, in a battlefield environment, it is still difficult to make a noise that can overpower the sound of gunfire and explosions. Moreover, the air pirates must always be aware of the descendants of Flor who are ambushing ahead.

Man, it's understandable that he didn't notice him for a while.

But he could actually have come up in a more secure way.

For example, turning on the flying claws at full power, or using the flash of the powerful angel, are all within the scope of consideration. However, the power Eve gave him has been used up, and the magic power consumption will naturally be saved as much as possible.

Although he had just exchanged spare magic crystals at Etila's place, Miss Elf could not bring too many spare crystals after all. Now that the two of them were deep behind enemy lines, in order to avoid the same dilemma as before, they needed to plan carefully.

Fang Yu looked at the gap where he was.

In fact, this place was originally part of the underground tunnel, but after experiencing faults, it was now exposed beyond the cliff, more like a suspended plank road. He ducked and walked towards the other end of the plank road, where there was an entrance that he had already spotted.

Etila, who had transformed into a bird of paradise, had been waiting for him there, and when he appeared, she transformed into a human form in a cloud of mist.

Fang Yu was about to ask, but Miss Elf had already raised a finger, pressed it to her lips, and shook her head to indicate that there was someone inside.

When Fang Yu reached the end of the plank road, he couldn't help but glance into the crack leading into the cliff. It was dark inside. He turned back and looked at Miss Attila, asking with his eyes what she had found.

"People who are descendants of Flor." Attila lowered her voice to the lowest level and spoke carefully.

Fang Yu was not surprised that there were people descended from Flor here, after all, he was chasing these people here.

However, he didn't say much. He only looked at Miss Elf's gesture - there were two people of Flor's descent about ten meters away from the tunnel entrance.

It's just that he hasn't learned any special sign language, so he can only understand so much.

Etila probably thought of this, and then added another sentence with her mouth: "An iron guard, a spell caster."

As for the faction of the spell caster, Miss Elf herself doesn’t know.

Fang Yu nodded to express his understanding.

He has dealt with people who are descendants of Flor, so he naturally understands how troublesome they are. But now that he no longer has the power of the Dragon's Golden Eyes given to him by Eve, the first round of confrontation is crucial.

He raised his hand and quietly summoned the powerful angel, then closed his eyes and opened them again. The power he had obtained from the Dragon's Heart appeared again, and the time in the cave suddenly seemed to him as clear as daylight.

Only then did Fang Plover hold on to the reinforced gloves and walked inside with the capable angel.

Although this cave was a crack created by a fault zone, it was originally part of the tunnel after all, so it was fairly straight. The two of them hadn't gone far when they saw two people of Flor's descent guarding there.

The two of them were leaning on a flight of stairs, one behind the other. The Iron Guard was sitting in front, concentrating on taking a piece of grease and smearing it on his sword to maintain the weapon.

The other spell caster closed his eyes and muttered to himself, probably strengthening his spell memory.

The vigilance of these two people was so lax, and their behavior was so different from that of the descendants of Flor before, that Fang Pliance was a little surprised for a while. He even suspected that this was a trap, and couldn't help but look around, but

I didn't find anyone else.

He weighed the Clockwork Goblin in his hand again. If the place wasn't so narrow and the subtle flapping of its wings would definitely attract the opponent's attention, he would even want to throw the Clockwork Goblin out for investigation.

However, after Fang Yu carefully observed it for a while, he discovered the magic wand lying next to the caster. There was a big difference between the magic wand of the magician and the elemental wand of the elementalist, so the other party should be a genuine one.

Sorcerer.

As for the magician, the spellcasting is much slower than the elementalist who can prepare the elemental crystal in advance; and the remaining iron guard does not seem to be able to cope with the surprise attack.

Fang Yu was silent for a moment, feeling as if he had seized an opportunity.

Although it looked a bit like a trap, he didn't care so much. If Miss Eve was really taken away by these people, I'm afraid he wouldn't have much time left.

Fang Plover flicked his wrist, and commanded the capable angel to blend into the darkness, and walked quietly in that direction.

Although theoretically speaking, the opponent's squishy character with high attack speed must be killed first during the raid, so his first choice at the moment is undoubtedly the magician.

However, Fang Plover has other considerations——

He knew that the only ones left here were those responsible for keeping watch, and there must be other members of the descendants of Flor in the city hall.

In order not to alert the enemy and expose his identity, he must choose a quick decision.
To be continued...