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John exhaled and rubbed his palms together.

It seems to want to feel the temperature of life.It's a pity that only death-like coldness accompanied him.

Suddenly, he looked out of the study window. In the dark night, he could not see the stars, let alone the moon. At this moment, the world seemed to return to the ancient world, ruled by darkness, very close to the underworld.

"There are more and more rats with short memories."

The flickering candlelight reflected John's sneer, and the cold and hoarse voice seemed extremely strange.

It's like the fallen nobles who study black magic in the middle ages described in fairy tales.

Cardiff Castle is a precious historical relic in the eyes of outsiders, so the security system is extremely complete. Security guards often patrol the night, and the interior is equipped with high-tech anti-theft facilities such as alarm bells and infrared rays. Once triggered, the police station will also Sound the alarm.

It's a pity that no one knows that John has lived here for several years.

It can be said to be well aware of the surrounding environment.

In particular, he is also a magician.

The importance of the 'workshop' to a magician is self-evident. As early as when he settled in, he began to build his own secret workshop.This great project has not been truly completed until today.It's not that his hands and feet are clumsy and inefficient, but that the mysterious man's feat yesterday was really shocking.

He broke into the castle without a sound and stood behind him like a ghost.

Just thinking about it makes John feel cold all over, it's really horrible.

After the man left, John immediately began to check the enchantment around the castle.He wanted to figure out what was wrong with it.

At the end of the day, there is nothing wrong with it.

Faced with this unexpected result, John not only did not breathe a sigh of relief.On the contrary, I feel chills in my heart, what the hell is this?

Although he couldn't think of a reason, John felt that he had to do something, otherwise he couldn't feel at ease.

So, he started to get busy again.

Forty hours of uninterrupted work, although the defense system has been completely perfected, but after this crazy modification.Unexpectedly, the strength of the system was raised by a level abruptly.

Today's Cardiff Castle can be called the 'Magic Fortress'.

Maybe it was John's luck, he planned to take a rest after busy work.Unexpectedly, the defense system was triggered, and the opponent did not go deep out of temptation, and quickly withdrew when he saw that something was wrong.

Needless to say, Intruder is definitely a magician.Otherwise, it would be too dead for an ordinary person.

"Come here once during the day. Come again at night, who is the guinea pig?" While feeling disdainful of the intruder's strength, John was rather annoyed.

He felt insulted.

If it was the mysterious man who called himself 'Nerathotep' who invaded the castle, that would be fine. After all, his strength lies there, even if Knight takes action, it will not help.

In this regard, John can only accept his fate.

But this time it was only a group of magicians who did not know what to do.

There are three layers of fortifications in total, including several roads leading to the castle, the grass outside the castle, and the interior of the castle.

That group of people spent three or four hours wandering around the intersection below the castle, their strength can be imagined.

certainly.This is just John's personal opinion.

"I swear I'll never eat fish again!"

Many magicians from [Mistedin] complained.

Andre naturally understood the reaction of his subordinates, and it was normal.A few swear words never ran away, [Mistertin] is an old association with the top comprehensive strength in the UK, how can a very small number of elites say such unambitious words?

But things are different now.

The scene in front of him made his scalp tingle even when he saw it, let alone his subordinates who were not as strong as him.

To be honest, it's not bad to not have your legs go limp and collapse to the ground.

"It is said that in the early seventeenth century, in the golden age of Prague, there were often swamps that no one had ever seen before. I think this is the swamp." Andre said in a deep voice.

The Ice Man led a team to Cardiff for support, and his momentum had been greatly improved, so someone suggested to come to explore the road or something.

Although it was eaten during the day, everyone didn't care.

Because it's just a scout's temptation, the strength and manpower are flawed, so it's normal to fail.

But now that the other party's whereabouts have been discovered, there is no need to continue to test.

The bosses of more than a dozen associations recruited their own manpower, and even the government dispatched troops to completely block the surrounding roads and prevent citizens from approaching.

Everyone took separate actions to ensure that the enemy was killed or captured as much as possible.

There are several routes leading to the castle, and Andre is responsible for one of them.

Along with them are three association forces.

Although the overall strength is not as good as [Mistedin], but in case something happens, he can still help.

But now, Andre has thrown away the idea.

The good road turned into a swamp, and even the woods on the side of the road were covered in it, and there was no breakthrough at all.

If it's just an ordinary swamp, it's fine. The key is that there are monsters in the swamp. The monster fish, which are more terrifying than piranhas, can jump four or five meters high in one breath. Good guy, not only the land dominates, but the airspace is also blocked.

The art of flying sounds vulgar, but not many people really know it.

Because it takes talent.

Otherwise, no matter how hard you try, it will be used as a 'jumping technique' at best.

Andre was very annoyed, if only [Mistertin] could have a decent witch.

There are dozens of people present, there are people who know some flying skills, but they can't stay in the air for a long time.

"Commander Andre, what should we do now?" At this time, several association bosses surrounded him, looking at him eagerly, hoping to hear good ideas from this respected boss.

Andre glanced at them angrily. In order to fight for the leadership of the team, he was annoyed when he spoke in a strange way, why?Remember him now?

Seeming to feel Andre's dissatisfaction, the bosses of the association smiled sarcastically. They are also old fritters. How could they not guess where Andre's dissatisfaction came from, so one by one began to pat their chests to express their loyalty.

In short, it is a sentence: we will smoke whoever refuses to accept you, provided that you can find a way.

Andre almost cursed out of anger, these people are so disgusting, they know how to make trouble for him, dare he have to come up with a charter, otherwise it is his fault?Why don't you dump him?Okay, if you don't shake it, you don't shake it, I don't bother to bother you.

"Everyone has it, retreat."

Andre grinned at them, and before they could figure out what the smile meant, he immediately yelled at the top of his voice, then turned around and left without saying a word.

Anyway, there is plenty of time, he doesn't want to lose his elite here, he wants to go to you.

The bosses of several associations looked at each other, their faces were extremely ugly, they snorted coldly one after another, and led their men to retreat.So what if you are dissatisfied?All of them together can't beat [Mistedin].

It's pointless to bite the bullet and stay.

It was one of the top masterpieces of alchemy.

Either hire a professional, or destroy this large swamp in one go.

Maybe even a first-class alchemist can't do anything about this swamp.