freeallnovels Chapter 1309 However, the home was stolen
Chapter 1309 However, the home was stolen
Chapter 1309 However, the home was stolen
First, there was a rapid real drum beat, and then there was a ten-second solo in which Will temporarily acted as the bass player... The sound was amplified by a compound technique, breaking through the blockade of the war song all at once.
Above the city, the orchestra formed temporarily by six huge lights and shadows has already taken their positions.
On the stage, under the eyes of everyone's encouragement, Oga, as the lead guitarist, played the first note.
"Ao Jia has never cooperated with us before, and he is still a novice...but you should be fine, right?" Cheng Yiran looked at Will and the three of them - and the three of them immediately gave a thumbs up.
"But it's not punk rock, I'm really upset..."
"Hey, hey... I can hear you talking, pay attention to your image!"
"Oh... Are you all looking at me?! Everyone!"
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"Is this group of people really okay..."
Bedivere subconsciously rubbed the center of his brows, feeling like watching the rookies who came to the hospital for internships go directly to the operating table.
He smiled wryly, and laughed at himself, "It's really a failure for the Twelve Knights to rely on these ordinary guys in the end..."
Self-deprecating is self-deprecating, but this kind of gambling behavior, which is like betting on a treasure, still inevitably makes the usually calm Knight of Bedwell nervous.
A melody that is not very proficient, but is getting better, sounds from the guitar in Oga's hand... I don't know if it is an illusion, or it is because of the amplified sound of the compound technique.
I always feel that this voice is directly conveyed to my heart... Bedivere's frowning brows began to loosen slowly, and even unconsciously, his whole body was immersed in this voice.
It... seems to have some kind of incredible magic power.
If it is said that Cheng Yiran only made people quiet at the beginning, then at this time... from the moment the sound sounded, it was as if he had already been in the wilderness of his hometown.
The wind blows gently on the water, the green grass is like a rug, and the waves of the grass flow away to the distance, and then... the girl's singing sounded in the bottom of my heart again.
But the high-pitched singing remained, and it seemed to turn into a bigger storm, attacking again.
However, this [Moon Contract] seems to be no longer the same.
And the singing, also surpassed the war song, once again sneaked into people's hearts.
As if something was selectively filtered out, even though the battle song still existed, what people heard was the performance of this temporary band.
Praise.
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Under the moonlight, the battle song triggered by Caesar did not stop, but has been pushed to the verge of even being on the verge of rage - if he goes further, then even himself will fall into a state of rage.
He stared at the six huge figures in the city with piercing eyes, and slowly fell silent.
He knew that even if he continued to promote the battle song, the result would not change in any way.
When the people in the city calmed down one by one and looked at everything around them, when those violent orcs got rid of their madness, returned to their original appearance, and finally got tired to the ground, Caesar gave up fighting against them .
The orc who had lost consciousness could no longer hear any voices, and it was meaningless to continue bewitching him at this time.
Finally, taking a deep look at two of the lights and shadows, Caesar slowly let out a breath, and then slowly landed.
"Why don't you continue?" The old knight saw everything, and walked out frowning.
"It's not necessary." Caesar said indifferently: "Almost everything that should be done has been done, and the next thing is to wait for the harvest. Now, even if the city is rioting or quiet, it doesn't have any impact on us... there is no need , wasting time here."
The old sergeant nodded.
A quarter of an hour later, the owner of Sir Pukins Manor just disappeared without a sound... When a team went out to carry out a mission and brought back some orcs who hadn't escaped but had recovered their bodies, what happened? What I saw was just a bloody manor.
Even the Twelve Knights of Geraint, who had temporarily rested due to exhaustion of strength, lost his head and fell down on the sofa in the lounge forever...
death.
Fear came suddenly.
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"Report! All suppression points have been successfully suppressed!"
"Report, the riots at the shelter and evacuation points have also subsided!"
One after another, the communicator next to Knight Bedivere's ears rang, and he was really relieved—then he smiled and looked at the crowd playing and singing desperately on the stage.
"Tactical music group?"
Bedivere suddenly thought interestingly, whether the Knight Agency could also use this as a project to create another kind of execution force.
Although the orc riots have been quelled this time, there may not be even larger orc disasters in the future... If possible, then this tactical concert combination, if it can be put on that kind of battlefield, should shine brilliantly right?
"Success... Is it successful?"
"It seems... calmed down?"
Finally, under the prompt of Knight Bedivere, everyone put down their sore arms, and then sat down on the ground.
"I...I want to smoke a cigarette to calm my shock."
It's more exhausting than having a small bar concert - it's just a song.
"There are still minors, be careful!"
"Yes Yes……"
Then, seeing the words of this group of unreliable guys on the stage, Mr. Bedwell quickly dispelled the thoughts in his heart... Then he listened to the good news that was obviously much more pleasant, and the good news came from everywhere.
But in the next moment, Bedivere's face changed dramatically, "What did you say? Say it again!"
In other words, momentary sluggishness is not an exaggeration.
"That's true...I don't know what to say...all of them died...except for the two elders who were in charge of the evacuation because they went out, the rest died...Mr. Geraint also...we found dead, dead...all dead...Sir Pukins is missing too—taken perhaps..."
His hand dropped from the communicator next to his ear, and Dr. Bedwell's lips seemed to turn pale... Looking at Cheng Yiran, who was still chatting happily on the stage, Will and the others, Suddenly there is a feeling of unreality.
The house was stolen just like that...and it was an extremely tragic loss.
"Master Bedivere, what happened?"
Everyone looked at this calm knight, and there seemed to be something wrong, so they quickly walked forward—as if they were waiting for him to say a celebratory speech.
They still had a relaxed smile on their faces after victory...Everyone, appearing in front of Bedivere like this, made Bedivere feel dizzy.
"Mr. Bedwell, has something happened?" Klein walked over at this time.
"It's nothing." Bedivere took a deep breath and said, "I'm just thinking... thinking about how to deal with it next."
"tidy……"
Klein was startled, but seeing that after the riot subsided, the whole city seemed to have experienced the baptism of a war. The once bustling streets were full of shocking scars, so he couldn't help but fell silent.
Sure enough, he was still too far behind... Because of this victory, he was complacent, but Bedivere had already begun to think about the aftermath of the disaster. He deserved to be the one who inherited the name of the Knights of the Round Table.
You just have to keep working hard.
"No matter what, you should pack up your things here first, and then go to the counseling point in charge of the elders of the Birmingham Knights Agency, and meet them first. I will leave this to you first... I will take a step first and look at other areas Case."
"Don't worry, Lord Bedivere, we will do well."
Can't - at least for the time being, we can't let this bad news spread among middle and lower knights, at least not now... Bedivere left quickly with a heavy heart.
He believed that the old man of the knight institution, who was still active now and escaped unharmed by going out, would take the same countermeasures... I hope.
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It seems that this group of magicians has nothing to do...for now.
Ms. Maria was anxiously looking for something at the scene, walking around in the crowd, and kept muttering: "It's strange, why did she disappear suddenly, she should be right by her side... Could it be, run away gone?"
Ms. Maria, who felt like she was in a loss-making business, thought of the exploding secret crystal, and suddenly felt a sense of suffocation in her heart.
Her so-called bad business recently is not a lie, but the truth, but she said that she hasn't bought new underwear for half a year, so it can't be true... It's just because of her temperament, she has a bad personality that loves money like her life.
What happened in Sir Pukins' estate is not clear even among the middle and lower knights, let alone these folk magicians recruited temporarily?
So Bedivere's sudden departure didn't attract everyone's attention—after all, there were too many reasons that could be explained... Naturally, he didn't think that the majestic British Fog City Knight Agency had been wiped out.
"Did you really run away..." Ms. Maria felt a little bit like crying: Sure enough, the magician of the gentle healing department is a lie...
Was he a guy who came out here to cheat old...pretty mature women, money and sex? !
My ultra-high-purity secret crystal... two teardrops almost hung out, and then collided with each other.
"Ms. Maria, are you looking for me?"
At this moment, such a voice sounded beside her—Ms. Maria was taken aback for a moment, then turned around, and when she saw the young freelance magician in front of her, she put on a bright smile.
"I knew it! You won't leave me!"
Maybe she was too excited, so she planned to give her a good hug without saying a word.
Boss Luo took a step back easily (to avoid the instinctive reaction trained by Ren Ziling's embrace), allowing the witch lady to escape.
Ms. Maria, who had jumped to nothing, was a little aggrieved. Fortunately, such a thing did not happen, but she still looked over with dissatisfaction.
"I'm just a little thirsty, so I went to get some water to drink...I made you worry." Luo Qiu smiled slightly: "This is for you."
There is also a box of prepared mineral water on the truck.
"Oh! That's it!" Ms. Maria nodded quickly, took the water, and soon fell under the healing smile again.
"The person you are waiting for should be back soon, please wait a little longer." Luo Qiu continued.
"It doesn't matter!" Ms. Maria said suddenly at this time: "If you don't mind, you can sit in my magic house? Anyway, let the people in the Knight Agency worry about the next thing!"
"I still have some things to do." Luo Qiu said softly, "Maybe I won't be able to go."
"Uh-huh??"
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Inside the Palace of Westminster, in the room where Lancelot was imprisoned... With a piece of iron wire quietly held in his mouth, Lancelot successfully opened the lock of Catherine's chain that bound him.
There seemed to be some commotion outside.
But it seemed to have calmed down again——Lancelot heard two completely different singing voices confronting each other, and his spirit seemed a little sluggish, but with the cessation of these two voices, he has now recovered a little.
But it is a pity that the forbidden lock made of Ham Stone is a special magical structure, which obviously cannot be solved by something like iron wire-so, she only recovered part of her mobility, but leaving this room is no longer question.
The corridors are empty... The Palace of Westminster, Lancelot has been here more than once or twice.
As the queen's close relative, she definitely walked around this place a lot of times on weekdays, and she knew the terrain here naturally-but, where the queen would be imprisoned by the people of the doomsday myth at this time, she couldn't directly get it.
There are two options before Lancelot, escape from here, and then pass the news to the knight agency, waiting for support.
The next thing is to rescue Her Majesty the Queen as a hostage by herself - she quickly gave up the second idea.
Not to mention that the holy armor has been deprived now, even when the holy armor is still there, it still has the weakness of being restrained by the holy armor on Catherine.
What's more, there are several other core members of the doomsday myth... such a reckless rescue alone, I am afraid that it will not win in the end like the protagonist in the lonely hero movie.
"Your Majesty, wait for my return."
Taking a deep breath, Lancelot searched for the nearest exit and left.
Fortunately, perhaps because he was sure that he would not be able to get out, there were no guards here... except for those guards in the Palace of Westminster who had been knocked down to the ground that he would see on the road.
The exit is just ahead.
But all of a sudden, a hot current began to rise in her abdomen, a burning sensation like a flame, rushed straight to her forehead in an instant, and everything in front of her eyes began to appear as phantoms.
Lancelot lost his sense of balance all of a sudden, and leaned against the wall of the corridor... he felt as if countless bugs were crawling all over his body, and the accompanying large amount of heat coming out of his body made him feel even more uncomfortable. She started to sweat.
Her vision had become blurred, panting delicately, and sat on the ground weakly.
The feeling of insects crawling did not know when it disappeared, but it was accompanied by the feeling of being at a loss as if the sensitive points of the whole body were infinitely magnified.
The sweat flowed out and wet the white shirt under her tuxedo, and the wet shirt made her skin faintly visible.
"It's really unsightly."
Lancelot was half asleep and half awake, and when he heard the voice, he felt as if someone was standing in front of him... in a black and white maid costume.
Long hair shining like gold, dark blue eyes.
The moment their eyes met, the voice sounded again.
"Are you a lady like this...Eleanor, Duchess of Aquitaine."
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PS: (11/30)...orz
(End of this chapter)