Endless Debt

The Hidden Land has been peaceful for too long, and the residents who have been here for so long never thought that war would break out here.

The turmoil caused by Boluoge also spread to the wasteland city. The shops on the streets were open, but there was no one inside. Most of the disabled people stayed at home to avoid being involved in the disputes between the condensers. There were some scattered pedestrians standing on the street, looking at the billowing smoke rising between the towers from a distance.

Some people are shaking their fists and applauding, while others are full of worries. Although they are oppressed by the Ninghua people, the disabled people have been used to living in peace. No one wants to burn up this hard-won life with a fire. .

Boluogo walked across the street, following the path in his memory, towards the bus terminal, where he should be able to get some help.

Along the way, Boluogo saw many disabled people. Most of them were dissatisfied with the Condensers. Their anger had been building up for too long. Boluogo once felt that he could use the disabled people to trigger a riot.

It's a pity that this is of little significance. Even if there are many disabled people, as long as there is such a powerful person, they can be easily crushed to death.

Absolute power brings absolute class differences.

A siren sounded again, but unlike the previous one that rang throughout the city, this time the siren only covered the wasteland city. Boluogo was a little confused as to why, but the disabled people around him were obviously familiar with this siren.

Their faces became embarrassed, and they left the street in a hurry. Those who went home went home, and those who went into the store went into the store. Even the homeless people on the street found a shadow to hide themselves.

For a moment, the entire street was cleared, and several figures passed through the air. Boluogo felt it roughly, and he faintly sensed the etheric reactions of the defenders and those in power.

Through the conversation with Osana, Bologo obtained a lot of useful information. Now, most of the Glorymen of the Secret Group have been sent to deal with Nethaniel, and the other part is escorting Holt. Bring them to the fantasy tree and convert them into fresh nourishment.

For this reason, there are currently not many high-level combat forces that the Council of Sages can mobilize. Boluo Ge guessed that at least no Glorious One would come directly to the door... Even if he was caught by the Glorious One, the other party should only have one Glorious One, Boluogo. Ge still had room to resist.

"Don't worry about Holt and the others?" Palmer asked.

"No need."

Boluogo shook his head, his words full of trust in Holt, even though the two had never met a few times.

"Holt is a team leader. I don't think he will be captured so easily," Boluogo guessed. "Holt must be planning something."

"Are you so sure?"

"It's not an affirmation, it's a fact. Isn't it easy to infer?" Bologg asked, "Do you think someone as proud as Holt would be so obediently controlled by the enemy? Even if they are Glorious Ones .”

Boluogo said secretly in his heart, "No, he will definitely fight to the death."

The current situation is chaotic, but Bologo remains optimistic.

"Come here, stand tight," Bologg put his hand on Palmer's shoulder, "Olivia, help me."

As soon as they finished speaking, a wriggling shadow covered the two of them. When they stepped into the shadow of the alley, they actually became completely integrated with it.

Not long after, a group of fully-armed Condensers swaggered through the streets. They searched the surroundings vigilantly. The fluctuations of the ether were like ripples, spreading in all directions, trying to find an echo.

"The other party is also professional." Boluogo whispered.

Bologg guessed that the Hidden Land should be completely sealed at this time to prevent himself from escaping. If necessary, the Council of Sages should have interrupted all communication methods to prevent Bologg from communicating what happened here to the Bureau of Order. Headquarters.

After destroying several towers one after another, they also understood that they would not hide among the towers, as it would be too easy to be discovered, so they speculated that they were in the wasteland city.

They guessed it right.

"time to go."

Burrow and Palmer move in the shadows. He believes in Osana, but will not completely trust her. In the final analysis, the two have never been on the same side. Osana is for her family and the truth, and Burrow Ge is just work and a little bit of salvation.

Their interests only partially overlap, and they are far from being comrades who live and die together.

Therefore, Boluogo did not have high expectations for the help Osana promised. But when Boluogo walked through the streets and alleys vigilantly and arrived at the terminal, he saw the two familiar figures again. What he didn't expect was that Osana was surprisingly reliable at this point.

On the empty street, a man and a woman were observing the surroundings vigilantly. They wore the same concealment cloaks as Bologg, and the hanging cloth highlighted the outline of the firearm.

Bologo remembered these two people, Yanis and Yolanda, both of whom were disabled and Osana's representatives among the disabled.

Boluogo doesn't think that the Council of Sages is a group of idiots... Maybe they are a little stupid, but they are not stupid enough to lose control and restraint of their own power.

Most of them have known about the connection between Osana and the crippled people for a long time, but due to the special nature of the Rhapsody family, they tolerated Osana's behavior. Osana also probably knew that her every move had already Under the watchful eye of the Council of Sages, she didn't care. On the contrary, the closer she got to the disabled, the more it proved that she was a staunch truth sect.

Sometimes things that remain the same can make people let their guard down.

"It looks like someone is coming to pick us up."

Boluogo muttered, without hesitation, he took Palmer and strode out towards the two people.

Palmer looked at the two unfamiliar faces and wondered, "Are they familiar again?"

"Not yet, but soon."

Listening to Bologo's response, Palmer doubted his life for a moment, "Bologo, we haven't even been here for forty-eight hours!"

In less than forty-eight hours, Borogo's friends were scattered throughout the Hidden Lands.

Despite being shocked, Palmer couldn't help complaining, "I thought you were socially awkward."

"Depending on the situation, in normal life, I really hate unnecessary social interactions, but if this is work, then I will do it very well," Boluogo said confidently, gesturing to Yolanda with his eyes, "I want to bet For a moment? They will be our good friends soon."

Palmer looked at Bologg with disdain. If Sere said these words, how much would he believe it? But Bologg? It's completely impossible. Even if Bologg is good at socializing, he is definitely not good at socializing with women.

"Hello."

Boluogo greeted the two of them. He was a foreigner after all. No matter what he wanted to do next, it was best to have local people help him.

Yolanda smiled at Bologo, and Yannis nodded gently. After hanging out with Palmer for a long time, Bologo also had some bad words in him.

So under this situation, Boluogo said to Yolanda, "I am being followed, oh, to be precise, hunted."

As soon as she heard the first half of the words, Yolanda couldn't stop laughing.

"In order to get rid of these guys, please help me cover up," Boluogo said with an embarrassed look, "Just pretend to be my old friend, and look like you were having a good time chatting with me. In the end, Then invite me to your house to hide for a while."

Palmer looked desperate. He heard that what Bologna was talking about was movie lines. He should not believe Bologna's lies when using movie lines to talk to him. Ermo performed it before his eyes.

"OK."

Yolanda readily agreed to Boluogo. She turned and winked at Yannis, who walked to the corner and opened the back door of the shop.

"Look, it worked." Boluoge winked.

"How can it be!"

Palmer completely forgot that a group of high-level condensers were hunting him, and said like a daily joke, "Is it that simple?"

"Yes, it's that simple. This is what Sere taught me," Boluogo pursed his lips, "Do you want to try it later? It's very effective."

"No...no, I have Woxilin."

In this regard, Palmer surprisingly holds the moral high ground.

"But...is it that simple?" Palmer asked again.

"Maybe, or maybe it's because I have an outstanding personality."

Boluogo straightened his ragged collar, and Duke Origin's etheric lightning burned his decent shirt full of holes. He hopes that there will be new clothes in the store.

Entering the room, Yannis cautiously closed the back door and locked it. This door, this wall, and the whole room cannot stop high-level condensers and will only be completely destroyed in a breath. But for the fragile and disabled people, this is a rare thing that can increase their sense of security. s method.

Arriving in a temporarily safe environment, Boluogo's calm smile suddenly turned serious.

"We need a batch of supplies, preferably Mang Yin's soul. In order to escape just now, I consumed a lot of ether."

Based on the defender's ether, this consumption does not have a big impact on Boluogo, but out of vigilance, he hopes that he can always maintain his peak posture.

"I also need a detailed map of the Hidden Land, and by the way, the Holy Hub." Bologo made his request accurately. "If possible, I hope you can help me plan a direct route to the Holy Hub. The more hidden the route, the better.”

Yolanda was stunned for a moment, then she came to her senses and said, "You are much more professional than I thought."

Boluogo replied, "Fortunately, I just thought about the next action strategy on the way and sorted out the supply list."

"Ah? What and what?"

Palmer still couldn't keep up, but he realized that what Bologo had just said was all lies. This guy had known these people from the beginning, and it was not a conversation lesson at all.

Boluogo ignored Palmer's words and continued to ask, "I am very pressed for time. Can you provide it as soon as possible?"

"certainly."

Yolanda turned and led the way.

This is a tailor shop. Everywhere is hung with fabrics, half-cut clothes, and finished products for sale. Some are ordinary clothes, and some are fancy and exquisite robes and shawls. They look like the gaudiness of extraordinary families. traditional clothing.

Boluogo stroked the fabric lightly, and from these gorgeous clothes, he saw the shadow of the clothes of the Secret Group of Condensers.

This is true, how come the noble Ninghua people become tailors, but they need someone to make clothes, so these jobs naturally fall on the disabled people.

In addition to tailoring, the same is true for other jobs. Someone always needs to take on the job, but it will never be a Ninghua person.

Yannis walked at the front. This man always looked silent. He opened a secret door and a storage room came into view.

Several rows of shelves are neatly arranged, filled with injections, which contain the silver soul that replenishes the ether. In addition, there are medical kits, standard alchemy weapons and many other supplies.

"Osana had expected this?"

Boluogo was slightly surprised, and then he realized that Osana did not plan against him, she just calculated that this day would come, and even if she was not there, someone else would come here by then.

It's just that the person who happens to appear at this moment is Boluogo, that's all.

"Are any of you injured?" Yolanda said, opening the medical kit.

"No one was hurt," Bologg shook his head, and then added, "I am the undead and he is the lucky ghost. The last thing we need is this kind of thing."

"To be honest, I don't think I'm very lucky." Palmer nervously rubbed the lucky dice.

Inserting several injections into his neck, Boluogo's eyes reflected a faint light, and then he brought a lot of injections with him in case of emergency.

Palmer became interested in those standard alchemy weapons. Most of them were consumables that did not require ether injection and could also be activated mechanically.

After stuffing the alchemy grenades into his waist, Palmer opened several boxes of alchemy slugs, inserted them into the bullet chains one by one, and hung them on his chest.

Seeing him fully armed, Boluogo thought of the new soldiers he had led during the Scorched Earth Wrath.

"Are you insecure?" Bologo asked.

Palmer patted the bullet chain on his chest, "There is no shortage now."

"Are you planning to raid the Holy Hub directly?" Yolanda interjected, "This is not a wise choice."

"It is indeed unwise, but this is the best solution," Bologo said. "I am very good at beheading operations. Only by paralyzing the decision-making center can this dispute be stopped."

"This is too reckless. You don't know the hidden power of the Secret Group."

Yolanda continued to persuade. This was a rare opportunity to shake the Council of Sages. As a member of the Truth Sect, she could not just watch Bologo die, at least after achieving his strategic goals.

"I know I know."

As he spoke, Boluogo took off the torn clothes on his body and put on a traditional Condenser costume brought from outside. The gray fabric was interspersed with bright silver threads, which looked particularly fancy.

Normally, Boluogo likes low-key attire. It is best to lower his head and hide in the crowd, but this time he was pressed for time and he did not have time to waste on changing clothes. After a simple search, only this one fit better.

After putting on his clothes and cloak, Boluogo continued, "Yes, I have only been in this damn place for less than forty-eight hours. How can I understand everything here?"

Thinking that Bologg had changed his mind, Yolanda breathed a sigh of relief, but then Bologg said again.

"So I need you, you locals, to tell me everything you know," Bologo said, taking out his resentment. "I'm sorry, this is not a request, but a coercion. I don't have time to waste on communicating with you. , gaining trust.”

The silent Yannis looked at the murderous Boluogo. It took him less than a few seconds to understand the situation and silently opened another secret door on the floor of the storage room.

The secret door is bottomless, only darkness.

Boluogo raised his eyebrows and put away his complaints, "Thank you for your cooperation."

Yolanda saw no hope of resistance, and her tone was full of pessimism, "This is not a line from that movie."

"I know," Bologg added, walking to the secret door. "That's a line from another movie."