Outside the Broken Wall City, Woz closed his eyes and calmed down, the big battle is coming, he needs to face it in the best condition!

"Next, I'll just walk on my own. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info "Opening his eyes, Wolds said to Lulua.

The spirit bird shook his head by the collar in his uneasy grip.

Woz smiled at her and patted her on the head, "Don't worry, I'll be fine." ”

Lululua had a look of disbelief on her face, and every time she saw Woz like this, she had to carry him urgently to Polyusica for treatment.

"It's okay. I'm not going to be impulsive this time. Wodds squinted and said, "I'm calm now, I've never been calmer!"

Watching Woz walk towards the brightly lit city with her sword in hand, Luluya let out a few screams, a very humane expression of annoyance, then stomped her feet, and suddenly turned around and flapped her wings. As smart as she was, it was not difficult for her to tell that Woz's operation was not as obsessed with acting alone because of the deliberate pursuit of secrecy. So Luluya wouldn't mind making an exception to pick up the others - presumably Woz wouldn't mind bringing reinforcements herself, would she?

Luluya's wings fluttered, and the space in front of her tore apart, and she threw herself into it, and disappeared in a flash.

As soon as Woz confirmed that it was the Mercenary Guild "Demon Hunter" who attacked Angela, he was immediately ready to give up his book for the time being, and quickly wrote down the relevant information about the Demon Hunter Guild and the Mercenary City recorded in the book. So although he had never dealt with the Witcher Guild, Woz still knew exactly where he was going.

Unlike the mercenaries of the Witcher's Guild and the companions of Fairy Tail, Woz was not flustered or restrained by the loss of his magical abilities, nor did he give up on himself because he lost his mind.

After all, I still have "reading", I have a thin sword "paper" in my hand, and I am confident in my sword and swordsmanship. Woz was very optimistic to think that the mercenaries, no matter how strong they were, would not surpass those dark mage bosses, right? Woz recalled his previous few escapes, and suddenly became more confident.

Even without magic, Woz already has enough force in his own right. Compared to his "past life", this is fundamentally different. Even in his "previous life", he was powerless and not afraid of those so-called strong people, not to mention that he can already be called a "strong man" now, and a mere "witcher" is not worthy of his vigilance. So Woz chose to go straight to the door.

"The basic information-gathering work can be skipped, and the most important thing now is to identify the initiator of the ban. Woz walked down the bustling street, planning the next action in his mind, "Tsk, it's a pity that the information collected on the spot hasn't been so detailed yet. ”

As early as two months ago, Wolz received a friendly reminder from the intelligence traffickers that he realized that many people had already set their sights on his book and were investigating him. For a long time, in order to track down the whereabouts of the teacher's daughter Urrutia, and later to track down the information of the "Devil's Heart", Woz was well acquainted with intelligence traffickers everywhere, especially Broken Wall City, which is the place with the most information traffickers in the country. So, although he was not familiar with the Witcher Guild, he was no stranger to the city. And this time, it was the intelligence dealers in Broken Wall City who sent the alert in time, and now it seems to have played a big role.

Of course, Wolds suspected that the intelligence traffickers had come to tell him about this "old customer", because Wolds had then obtained detailed information about the Witcher's Guild, as if they had already identified the person who would eventually do it.

Wads doesn't blame the intelligence traffickers for this, who makes a living from it? And he still needs a network of informants to gather information - like who is the one who cast the blood spell - so Woz doesn't want to get into trouble with them.

"But, it's too late to find another intelligence dealer at this time, right?" Woz pushed out the blade with his fingers, revealing a sharp light, "Then let's just take down all the witchers." ”

Woxz grinned, a sinister smile.

On the flowery streets, the young man is sharp.

Broken Wall City is a veritable city of mercenaries, a city where the "mercenaries" gather with a very energetic crowd, and it is also the most prosperous city at night. Walking on the street are all kinds of mercenaries, all kinds of costumes. But a guy like Woz, who was armoured, armed with a sword, and blatantly dressed in a wizard's robes, was quite a striking presence. Many people even wonder if the over-looking sword is real.

If it weren't for the sight of the young man's frosty, murderous appearance, these mercenaries, who had always been bold, would have gone up and teased them - I have to say that these people who lick blood from the knife all year round often have amazing intuition.

Woz also ignored the eyes of the people around him and walked on his own. Then across from him, an equally striking figure came up to him.

It was a very gorgeous woman, wearing a kimono with wide robes and large sleeves, and stepping on thick-bottomed clogs of more than 10 centimeters, and walked in three steps. It's like a geisha who has just stepped off the stage. Unlike ordinary geisha, she is holding a wild sword in her arms, and her whole body is unscrupulously exuding the sharpness of a murder weapon, beautiful and dangerous.

The distance between the two of them became closer and closer, and when they approached each other, they first felt each other's sharpness, and then they both set their eyes on the weapons in each other's hands.

They are all extra-long swords that seem out of place, they are all wide clothes that are not conducive to wielding swords, and they are contradictory but exude a dangerous atmosphere. The experienced mercenaries around them have widened their distance, and generally speaking, like the two of them, such a serious collision of appearance and temperament can easily lead to a direct and fierce confrontation.

But Woz only looked at the woman with interest, and staggered slightly away from the middle of the road. And the other party didn't mean to make trouble, and tacitly avoided the other side.

It wasn't until the two met that the gorgeous girl suddenly stopped, turned her head to look at Woz, and spoke tentatively, her voice was a little hoarse, with a unique charm: "Woz?

Woz, who was recognized, had no choice but to stop and respond, "Turtledove." This woman is not unknown, at least she is an important figure in this mercenary city, but Woz recognizes her from the other side, in the original plot, the leader of the skeleton society special guerrilla unit "Three Feathered Crows"! Her dress and temperament are so personal that Woz immediately recalls such a character.

The gorgeous woman pointed out dissatisfiedly: "My name is Jin Wenyue, not Turtledove." Who is the turtledove? You recognize the wrong person, right?"

Woz then remembered that the woman in front of her at this time may not have joined the assassination guild, nor did she have such a code name. Unintentionally spoiling the future of Wox, he didn't panic, after so many years, he had long been accustomed to taking remedial measures.

"Well, I thought it was another guy named Ikaruga. ”

Jin Wenyue raised her eyebrows: "Are we alike?"

"Yes, and she's also a strong swordsman, and her swift slash is said to be able to ignore defenses and slash through magic. ”

"Oh, I'm pretty good at slashing too. Jin Wenyue suddenly became a little interested.

Woz nodded, because this is the future you.

"I always thought you were a magician. Jin Wenyue looked at the long sword in Woz's hand, because of the recent spellbook craze, and for various reasons, she also learned a lot of information about Woz. So when she saw Wox, who looked like a swordsman, Jin Wenyue didn't react for a while.

"Why, what about your book, has already been acquired by the witchers?" the gorgeous woman was surprised to know the inside story and guessed the truth accurately, "have you come for revenge so soon?"

Woz bowed slightly, "My book is still on the way." It's time for me to get to the point where I'm done. ”

Jin Wenyue curiously proposed, "What are you going to do?"

"No, I don't. ”

"So simply refused...... Are you going to fight the Witcher Guild alone?"

Woz nodded: "I'm here for revenge, and the people in this city are considered potential enemies, so I can't trust anyone...... And that includes you, of course. ”

"Do you know who I am?" Jin Wenyue asked suddenly. She is the ruler of the city, the disciple of Shou Yan, the president of the Mercenary Alliance, and she is also the real power of Broken Wall City, if she wants to retaliate against one of the guilds of the "Thirteen Stars", with the help of Jin Wenyue, it can be said that she has directly succeeded half.

Wads really didn't know who Jin Wenyue was at this time, and he didn't care—this time Woz came with a killing intent that surprised even himself. Woz has been determined not to compromise, and any forces and figures related to the mercenary alliance are classified by him as potential enemies, which is an obstacle for him.

Jin Wenyue didn't bother to say much, so she turned around: "Then good luck to you, don't be killed by the witcher." So saying, he continued to walk forward.

She was a proud and even rebellious person, and would stop to talk to Woz, and even offer to help, solely because Woz's sword was pleasing to her eyes. But Jin Wenyue doesn't like to be sentimental and takes the initiative to do more for Woz. Sharp as she immediately noticed that the boy in front of her was a guy who was more arrogant than herself, and he would not accept anyone's help, and Jin Wenyue didn't like such people.

So she continued to walk away as if nothing had happened.

Woz also turned a straight corner at the intersection and went straight to the Witcher's Guild Building.