Silent Crown Chapter 579: Long time no see

Avalon, six o'clock in the afternoon.

The sky is still dark, and the cold, thin rain has disappeared, replaced by thicker fog. The fog was so full that it almost flooded the entire Xiacheng district.

Up to now, the Xiacheng District has not been cleaned up.

Once lost, after being captured by the demons, a large number of evildoers in the sea still entrenched here, and even brought many parasitic demons, and the pollution level rose sharply.

Even in some key polluted places, it seems to have become a magical realm.

This is a plaque parasitic on Avalon. If it is not clear, it will definitely develop into a terrible tumor in the future.

The knights of the round table led the Guard Corps to rush through it endlessly. Hundreds of tons of burning coal were distributed in the hands of various units under the transport of iron carts. After being equipped on the'shower', it became It became a raging flame, burning the demon and the lair to ashes.

The flames are rising in the distant sky.

Some places are still dark.

In Xiacheng District, everyone knows one thing: you have to take care of your own business.

Sometimes, if the army does not clean up, then they can only come by themselves.

And if the immediate interests and fatal issues are involved, the efficiency of these people is faster.

The first to be opened up was the smuggler’s favorite hidden port, which was retaken after only half a day after being occupied.

After the musicians’ fire cleaned everything on the water, the entire port became clean and tidy. The air was filled with a reassuring smell of smoke, pungent and warm, without any fishy smell.

In the dark and dense fog, someone raised a wind lantern and looked out at the port.

"The last class today."

The former captain from Asgard, Conrad the fugitive sits on the icy steps, smoking an inferior cigar, looking at the blurry outline gradually approaching in the distance.

He is now a recruited thug. With his killer skills trained in the army and a stubborn mind, he is quite appreciated by the gang. He brought dozens of brawny men who appeared as temporary guest porters. Here, waiting to be dispatched.

After a busy afternoon, he has already moved the cargo of three ships, and his hands cramped with exhaustion. Seeing the last ship approaching slowly, she couldn't help but sigh: "This group of smugglers are really desperate. They dare to run away at this time."

The thin man under his hand smiled, "If I had a boat, I would dare to run.

Weapons, food, spirits...Do you know how many times these things are in short supply on the black market? You can't buy a catty of pork with the money to buy gold.

Those rich people are crazy now. Who can bring what they want at this time is someone who is more lovable than the rescue angels of the Inquisition last night.

I just figured it out. After going this way, there will be more than 20 times the previous profit..."

Seeing the dazed expressions of the group of people next to him, he took a sip, gestured his fingers, and said a conservative number. In an instant, everyone's eyes turned green.

"Do you think this is a big head? It's not there yet!" The thin man lowered his voice: "Bringing things is only incidental. Do you know how much it costs to take someone with you? People don't want paper money, even cult drafts. No, just green!"

The porters who gathered together were dumbfounded, and made noises.

Not far away, the person in charge frowned and glared at Conrad who was taking the lead, and motioned to him to take care of his subordinates and don't let his mother shut up.

As if hearing his voice, the young man beside him smiled.

"Very energetic young people, this is good, at least it won't make people feel lifeless."

The steward wiped the sweat from his forehead and smiled flatly: "It's all a group of black necks who don't understand the rules, you don't feel annoying."

The young man shook his head, did not answer, just stared at the smuggling ship approaching in the distance.

The steward carried a wind lantern to illuminate him, illuminating the thin blanket on his knees to shelter from the cold, the thin blanket with grate, outlines those two slightly atrophied legs.

I just glanced accidentally, my gaze seemed to be scalded by a soldering iron, and I didn't dare to look again.

Under the dim light, the young man had a handsome face like a girl, sitting in a wheelchair, quietly. He tapped the back of the chair lightly with his fingers, but no sound was heard.

The quiet pupils are iron gray.

It's like steel that has cooled down after burning red.

"Sir, something is wrong."

At the very front of the pier, the rickety man waving the wind lantern frowned, "There is no signal back over there."

The smuggling ship is still getting closer, and people with good eyes can already see the peeling paint on the bow, but the whole ship is silent, there is no signal, and no sound can be heard.

"Mr. Watson, let me take you out of here." The man in charge bent over, thinking of the possible consequences, his face paled: "The situation is not so good."

"It's no big deal, just get your people ready."

Watson pulled his chin up with his palm, and stared sideways at the boat floating in the quiet current: "Let the musicians go over and see...Be careful, there are still a lot of valuable things on the boat, don’t Let everyone go for nothing."

The last sentence was like a joke, but no one dared to laugh when he said so seriously.

Soon, a bloated and fat musician jumped into the air, crossed a short distance, landed on the deck, and then bent down and vomited. The snakes stored in his chest swam out one by one from his mouth. Soon, they scattered to the surroundings, penetrated all the way, dived into the cabin, and started investigating.

Only soon, the musician's expression became confused, and after repeated checks, he signaled.

Safety.

The returning musician bent down and whispered in Watson's ear: "The thing is still in the bottom warehouse, but there is no one, and there is no **** smell."

"Well, let's go."

Watson nodded and turned the wheelchair around.

The person next to him froze for a moment: "Go?"

"Anyway, there is no living person asking us to collect money. Let these things be left here." Watson said lightly, "Do you know that there is something weird, and plan to move things home?"

Everyone swallowed and spit, and looked back at the dead smuggling boat. Their eyes were full of dismay, but they couldn't help shivering when they felt the weird atmosphere around them.

After hearing the above command, the people below were stunned for a while, and then they reacted, throwing away the crowbars, forklifts and other tools they had prepared, ready to leave.

"If you say you don't want it, don't you?"

Conrad, who was smoking by the shore, took a breath of air, and the people above were not sorry, but he couldn't help but feel distressed.

Looking at the black-hole ship, he couldn't help jumping wildly without knowing why. A huge chill rushed to his spine, making him pinch out the pain in his heart, and finally felt weird.

You can earn as much money as you want, but you can grab the big deal.

But there is only one fate.

"What are you doing in a daze? Let's go."

He took off the cigar from the corner of his mouth, threw it into the sea water under the steps, and walked away. The red cigar drew an arc in the air, penetrated the mist, and fell into the water.

The moment it went out, it seemed to light up a face.

For a moment, Condra felt that he was dazzled.

The next moment, the dead sea water was suddenly broken.

The demon lurking under the sea suddenly jumped up, with splashing ice-cold water droplets and thick fishy odor, the speed was incredible, and it was just an instant to overwhelm him. Two rows of sharp teeth spread out and pressed down toward his throat.

Quack.

The sound of a fractured cervical spine sounded.

Blood splashed and the broken head fell to the ground.

There are also screams one after another.

The dead sea surface suddenly boiled, and countless dark shadows emerged from it, breaking the sea surface, crawling out, and rushing towards the harbor, searching for the breath of every living thing.

Different from the original murlocs used for feed and consumables, this time the monsters are more weird. They don’t have two feet. Instead, they have long snake tails and four arms on their shoulders. There is no ordinary monster. The signs of slowing down after the water, instead leaning on the tail of the snake, the speed is incredible.

In just a moment, he threw down several thugs who were famous for their fierceness.

The people who reacted drew out their swords and battled with the demons, but apart from a few of them who had obviously had military experience or had undergone special training and training, it was difficult for everyone else to support it.

Several musicians first protected Watson in the center, and then urged the movement, attempting to counterattack, but then heard a loud roar. The smuggling ship docked on the shore suddenly broke, and several giant monsters like beasts crawled out of the rift, pounced on the harbor, and killed them.

Through the crack in the hull, you can see the torn box inside.

It goes without saying where these things were originally hidden.

Those things that got out of the box are still multiplying continuously, without hair, but covered with a layer of scales. As if they were just born, the originally wet and soft scales quickly became hard. Soon, the head covered with weird hair made a weird crisp sound, and sharp horns grew from the forehead.

For these monsters who are as large as a calf, killing enemies is far more important than hunting for flesh and blood. They don't see the blood on the ground, but are full of aggressiveness towards anything that can move.

Someone rushed forward and pierced their scales with strange force, but then the parasites and acid sprayed from his abdomen made him scream.

"This is not a natural monster."

Watson tapped the wheelchair's deputy and raised his brows slightly: "Natural evolution will not have this kind of pertinence... It is a breed cultivated by black musicians."

He seemed to understand something, and the corner of his mouth sneered.

The sound of a bird flapping its wings sounded.

Under the wheelchair, there seems to be a pigeon cage opened.

One, two... and countless cyan robins got out from under the wheelchair, flew up, let out a crisp call, and pounced on their prey.

Obviously it was just a flying bird, but it glowed brightly in the dimness.

On their wings are not feathers, but flames!

The flames that burned to the iron blue huffed on them, and the power from the sons of the phoenix implanted the destructive heat brought by the way of change into the animal nature, and the hundreds of bird flocks gathered into a torrent, controlling Below, a low noise that cut through all the noises swept the entire harbor.

In an instant, the situation reversed.

"Sure enough."

The musician who protects him can't help but sigh softly. Such accomplishments are already amazing, and even their long-established musicians are far behind.

Just looking at it, I feel ashamed.

But just as Watson was focused on controlling the huge flock of birds, a crisp cracking sound suddenly sounded from the ground.

The masonry ground suddenly arched.

Following the etheric fluctuations on Watson's body, some dived into the quagmire along the sea, and finally the monster hiding under the ground suddenly got out of it, carrying a fishy wind, and rushed to Watson's face.

It's incredible fast!

At that moment, everyone changed their colors, but they couldn't stop them.

In an instant, only cold light flashed through the air.

In the split hand of the wheelchair, a slender dagger popped out, struck an iron-colored arc, and fell into Watson's hand. With his wrist reversed, it stabbed down.

It's like a meteor flashing away.

There was a scream.

The monster-like monster has been nailed to the ground, struggling hard.

At the moment everyone was relieved, Watson became impatient. Looking back at the shadow in the distance, "How long are you going to watch there?"

In the shadows~IndoMTL.com~Someone scratched his face awkwardly, "Oh, I was found?"

Watson cast him a cold look, unceremoniously: "Help me."

"Okay."

In the shadows, the comer smiled and took a step forward.

The broken wind lantern on the ground illuminated his robe and his raised right hand.

The white index finger wiped a ray of flame and pressed it on the pipe at the corner of his mouth. Thus, in the misty smoke, the pipe was lit.

The red tobacco leaves burned, as if igniting a fuse leading to the sky.

In the next moment, a terrifying light suddenly lit up in the dark clouds. It was an angry thunder fire, which burned the iron-black clouds to crimson.

Screams burst out, one after another.

Dozens of fiery flames cut through the sky and fell from the sky, like a **** cast a blade of punishment.

Under the urging of the purification musicians, the torture frame fell on the ground, causing the ground to be turbulent. Everyone staggered, almost unsteady.

But then, the terrifying high temperature burst out, accurately engulfing every demon, and dragging anything that exudes a different kind of breath into the terrifying fire of karma.

In the end, in the dead silence, only the voice of gulping saliva was left.

The men holding swords looked at each other, their faces illuminated by the dancing flames.

Only an instant, all the demons disappeared, as if they had never been born, everything was destroyed in the flame, and the flame purified everything.

Just under the fierce light of the campfire, the hot wind rolled up white hair.

In the flickering smoke that dissipated, the young man in the purple robes tilted his head, looked at his few friends, and smiled happily.

"Yo, Watson."

He said: "Long time no see."