Trafford Buyers Club

Chapter 1299 [Moon Deed]

Bang-!
A huge figure directly broke through the door panel, slammed into the wall, and then slid down... After it slid down, it didn't move at all, because its vitality had completely disappeared.

What can be seen is a fist-sized blood hole on its chest.

Behind the broken door, the Witch of Mind walked out slowly, and after a casual glance, she turned around... In the room, Farrell, who had cleaned his hair and body, put on a white suit to accompany the blue shirt, slowly out.

Miss Witch's workmanship is good, she didn't match the most vicious knight in history with a peculiar hairstyle, but just trimmed short, dry hair.

He seemed to be getting stronger again...he really began to grow flesh, and Miss Witch thought to herself—this guy is really in a state of poisoning, with only more than [-]% of his strength?
"Why did this guy go berserk all of a sudden?" Miss Witch frowned at this moment, "The knight agency should give these registered orc bloodlines a normal life and work, all of them vaccinated against berserk."

Farrell just said indifferently: "The vaccines used now should still use the old long-term formula. Although the effect is still there, after generations, they have produced some antibodies on their bodies. The animal nature has not been wiped out. On the contrary, once stimulated It’s going to get worse.”

As he said that, he turned his head and looked out of the window... The city was full of flames, and the sound of screams continued—suddenly, Farrell's eyes locked on the soul witch.

His gaze was like the eternal starlight, even though she possessed spiritual power, she seemed to be under the huge starry sky at this moment, and she seemed so small.

Miss Gillian forced a coquettish smile, "Mr. Knight, are you planning to invite me on a date?"

Farrell pondered for a moment before he frowned, "What kind of role did you... in this incident?

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Almost at the moment of speaking, Farrell had already made a move - ignoring all the defenses of this spiritual maiden, just like holding a naive child, he directly pinched her neck, lifted her up, and pressed her against the wall above.

She struggled in pain, her legs kept kicking in the air, but she only felt that the suffocation was getting worse... Were those Knights of the Round Table also so desperate when they faced Farrell?

"It's...it's me...I rescued you from...from prison...rescued...and give you...the cure, the cure..." She said this with difficulty, her hands tightly grasping the other's arm, her gaze frightened.

Between opening and closing his eyes, Farrell seemed to suddenly become quieter, and slowly loosened his fingers little by little...the loosening was very slow, and his fingers seemed to be very stiff.

Miss Witch didn't have time to wait for his fingers to be completely loosened, and after seeing a slight looseness, she struggled desperately to break Farrell's fingers.

She was able to get free, slid from the wall and sat on the ground, breathing frantically, and at the same time, her body couldn't help trembling slightly... Looking up, she looked at the man with a calm face in horror.

"You haven't answered my question yet." Without the slightest comfort, he just stared at the lady witch coldly, "Don't worry, my promise will not change, I will do what I promised you... I will Send what you want to your tombstone with your own hands."

"You..." Miss Gillian shivered subconsciously.

At the most dangerous moment just now, she used her psychic power to invade the opponent's heart - but her power instantly overwhelmed the madness, violence, mourning, and various negative emotions in the opponent's heart.

For a moment, she seemed to have spent a hundred years like hell in the spiritual world.

"Oberon..."

After coughing a few times in pain, she still breathed in the fresh air greedily, and at the same time said nervously: "He is the leader of an organization called Doomsday Mythology. This organization has absorbed many guys on the most wanted list of the Magicians Association. Why? It seems to be an organization against the Association of Magicians. But it is not... It is actually an organization engaged in the orc liberation movement under this cover. The core members of the doomsday myth are almost all guys with orc blood."

"Orcs..." Farrell mused.

Miss Witch's voice continued to sound: "It took me a long time to get close to the inside of the Dao group... The antidote I used for you before was made by a pharmacist in the doomsday myth. Of course! The material is mine. I worked so hard to collect it."

Having said that, she quietly took a look at Farrell, and seeing that the other party hadn't changed at all, she lowered her head and continued talking.

"Look up and look at me."

Miss Witch had no choice but to raise her head, gritted her teeth and said, "I overheard their plan this time, so I had an idea in my heart...but it was just an idea, but Goddess of Fate seemed to favor me very much. When they first acted, One of the members lost his hand and was captured by the knights."

"Did you really miss it?" Farrell's gaze suddenly became sharp... yes, it was sharp.

Miss Witch shuddered immediately, and quickly said: "Really! I originally planned to do it myself, but I don't know why Red was seriously injured, and then fell into the hands of Dalgoni the Clown ……I did not lie!"

"go on."

The witch had no choice but to say slowly: "The people of Doomsday Mythology once asked me to help the members of these operations to protect their hearts, so as to prevent them from revealing their plans due to torture after being arrested. Red has my spiritual protection, at least for a short time. There is no way to speak, and the knight agency is helpless at this time."

"So you appeared in front of them and asked to see me in exchange?" Farrell quickly figured out the cause and effect, and shook his head slightly.

"It's no different from suicide!" Miss Witch argued: "How can a small organization be able to fight against the entire knight organization and the British government! Since they intend to die, and they hold the belief that they must die... Why can't I take advantage of it a little bit?"

"You are very much like your mother." Farrell said softly suddenly.

Miss Witch lost her mind for a moment... Like an illusion, she seemed to see a flash of complicated color in this man's eyes.

But he quickly asked in a deep voice: "Is there no more? I don't like any little lies."

"It's really gone, it's gone..." Miss Witch said hastily, "It's just...but."

"But what?"

Miss Witch frowned and said, "I'm just guessing. It seems that the leader of the doomsday myth had contact with someone in the government... before this plan started. I suspect that Oberon's action this time is not as simple as one-sided. There must be something tricky in it. I really don't believe that Oberon, this guy, would do something that seems stupid. It's just that my power can't invade his heart, so I don't know what he really thinks, and he never Really trust me. Even this operation is only the real team in the doomsday myth. At least one-third of them are still playing cat and mouse games with the Association of Magicians in Europe... But, Anyway, I managed to get you out of prison."

"Stupid..." Farrell looked at the spreading fire outside the window, thoughtfully.

Suddenly, he turned around and walked out.

Miss Witch quickly asked, "Where are you going?"

"Besides helping you find things...do something a little bit." Farrell walked down the stairs of the hotel without losing his head.

Miss Witch had no choice but to get up quickly, and hurriedly followed.

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Inside the Social Work Center.

The crazy orc is tied with a special restraint belt made by the knight organization-this is one of the props found in Nick's car.

But at this time, the berserk was obviously not completely calmed down... It still opened its scarlet eyes, and saliva continued to flow out of its mouth. A state on the verge of a volcanic eruption, as if just a slight stimulus would cause him to go mad again.

But no matter what, Miss Orc's method of appeasing it is obviously effective, but the effect is not too ideal.

Lale was a little scared and a little confused. He clasped his hands tightly at this moment, and stood in front of it like this, showing a dejected expression.

Klein and Neil came over, opened the translation software, and Klein said slowly: "Miss Lale, it's obvious that he is not in a good condition now... Excuse me, do you know what happened?"

Lale seemed a little scared. She looked at the night sky outside, "Calling... We heard the original call. It aroused the most primitive animal nature in our hearts. They couldn't resist this original impulse, so they lost themselves , will fall into a state of madness."

"That's why you used the method of hurting yourself to wake yourself up?" Klein quickly realized the meaning behind the other party's earlier actions.

Lale nodded silently, "I'm a mixed race, so my beast nature is relatively weaker than pure blood."

Klein took a deep breath and said, "Miss Lale, the situation is more dangerous now. Let me make a long story short. There is a thug who used some means to force almost all the orcs in the fog city into madness... you also See, the whole city is in flames right now...we need you, Miss Lale, or rather, your way of quieting them down!"

This was the result of a brief discussion between Klein and Nick after seeing Lale's strangeness—they didn't immediately inform the knight agency because they were not sure whether it was feasible.

Besides, the knight organization in the Wudu area is probably empty right now... All the staff, even the logistics staff, have already started to carry out the task of suppressing the riot.

"You mean... the Pact of the Moon?" Lale frowned.

"Is the song you sing called [Moon Deed]?"

Lale nodded, "That's the sacrificial song that we sing when we worship our ancestors. It can calm us down... I don't know if it's really useful. I just planned to try it. You saw it too... ...the effect is not too noticeable."

It was still on the verge of chaos, struggling from time to time like a tethered beast, and then roared a few times.

"Even if it's just to slow down their actions a little bit!" Klein said quickly, "This will be of great help to us... Can Lale ask you to do us this favor?"

Lale frowned, "Why should I help you? Help you suppress my people, and then wait for your butcher knife to fall?"

"We just want to resolve this crisis." Klein said sincerely, "We don't intend to hurt anyone... whether it's humans or you! Do you know that your people are all here Residents with legal status and formal jobs. They could have lived in peace and stability, but now they are in endless pain. I believe that they live here, with their own families, companions, friends, and neighbors. I firmly believe that , if they were sober, they would definitely not want to see themselves destroying the city like this...you can feel the pain in their hearts, right?"

The girl fell into hesitation, and looked back at the painful and violent orc with a hint of unbearable color.

"Please trust us, trust me, Miss Lale!" Klein bowed down at ninety degrees, then quickly raised his head again, stretched out his hand and pressed down Nick's waist at ninety degrees, " I started in the name of the knights, I just want to help them, and then quell this riot! Afterwards, I will definitely make a plea to my superior, Mr. Gareth, one of the great twelve knights, to let him These orcs are begging! They are just victims, not sinners who deserve to be treated unfairly!"

"You didn't lie." Lale breathed out lightly, and finally nodded slowly, "Okay...I'll try. But...what should I do, teach you [Moon Deed]?"

Klein was overjoyed immediately, and the black Nick, who was finally able to straighten his back, grabbed Klein's cell phone and started talking: "I'm afraid it won't work, I think we may not have the ability to exert the power of this lullaby , so I still need you to come!"

"This is our sacrificial song, not a lullaby!!" Miss Orc was super fierce.

"Whatever!" Nick said quickly: "I already have a preliminary plan!"However, I need you all to step up and do me a favor! "

As he said that, Nick looked out the window and saw a van that had crashed into the wall of the social work center due to confusion, and whistled: "First, we need to modify this big guy."

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Song Dynasty Hotel.

The door of the presidential suite was opened hastily at this time - Mr. Peter Chen was holding a metal baseball bat in his hand, and he was wearing an ancient mid-European lock at the same time. Armor, look in a hurry!

"Master Qiu! Oh, God, that's great, you're fine!"

At this time, Mr. Chen looked like a loyal escort, and pressed the motorcycle helmet on his head with one hand, "It's dangerous outside! Master Qiu, don't be afraid, I will protect you! I will call all the security guards to come up to this floor I promise, even a single BlazBlue won't be able to fly in..."

A fly flitted past his eyes.

"……Come."

Snapped!
"Where did you get Mr. Chen's suit of armor?" Seeing Peter Chen's nondescript appearance, Boss Luo couldn't help asking curiously.

"This? This is an antique in the exhibition room, so I'll put it on!" Peter Chen puffed up his chest and said, "What! There are a few more, do you want me to bring you one too... I think I still want it of!"

"Thank you." Luo Qiu smiled slightly, "But I think it's unnecessary... Also, Mr. Chen, are you sleepy?"

"Sleepy?" Chen Peter said suddenly: "Why am I sleepy at this time! I will definitely cheer up!! No matter what thugs or terrorist organizations dare to come, I will let him come in vertically and go out horizontally! !"

"No, you are sleepy." Luo Qiu said softly, "You are also sleepy."

Quietly, Chen Peter fell directly to the ground, making a sound of sound sleep—as if spreading, and at the same time there were silent falls to the ground outside the door.

In an instant, all the guests, employees, and even the fleeing rats in the parking lot in the Song Dynasty Hotel also lost consciousness.

Luo Qiu waved his hand, and a light curtain appeared, covering his face one after another.

I only heard him casually say: "Then...where should I start?"

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PS: (7/30), why there are still more...

(End of this chapter)