Alice's dreams, full of sadness.

Linda's dreams are full of loneliness.

Elena's dreams, full of hatred.

And Luna's dream is full of a strong - middle two atmosphere.

The Enchanted Forest, the Unicorn, the Elf, and the Ugly Ugly Cute and the Big Big Wolf have a line of cowardly dragons, and she herself plays the dragon slayer warrior who wears a god costume that can't wait to flash the eyes of a blind dog.

Maybe I've seen too many stories of warriors teasing evil dragons, after all, I'm from the metropolis, and I've had more contact, and at her age when she likes fantasy, it's relatively normal to say it.

To deal with other troubled witches, pour some unfathomable chicken soup and you'll be fine. But Qin Song has no experience in dealing with the witches of the middle two attributes, so he can't accompany her to the middle two, right? That would be too cheap, if Alice and Linda knew in the future, the mystery and majesty that they had worked so hard to build might be swept away overnight.

No, absolutely not. I can't afford to lose this god.

After thinking about it carefully, let's wait and see what happens. With the convenience of phase tentacles, it is more secure to observe a few more times to find a breakthrough.

The exile camp is too shabby, but the people here may be able to take advantage of it, so that with Blackstone Fort in the east, pirates in the west, and exiles in the west, the entire Blackstone Territory can be considered completely controlled.

And the breakthrough may be the Luna family.

It's time to get rid of the blood and bones, and support Weima to completely control the exiles, as for the old fox Cohen, it will be up to him to see if he knows each other when the time comes.

Of course, Qin Song, as always, would not do it himself.

In Cohen's room, the candles were extinguished, and only a dying bonfire was burning, but two figures were still talking in whispers.

"Dad, you mean that there is a traitor among the Bloody Bones' subordinates? and there is more than one?" a calm voice came, and the body hidden in the shadows was strong and burly.

"Rick. Cohen deliberately lowered his voice: "I don't know where those blood words came from, but I'm sure it's not a revelation in general. The greediest one will devour them all, which doesn't bode well. ”

"Daddy, what do you mean?" The burly and strong guy was none other than Cohen's son, Rick, and the person Cohen trusted the most.

"I had a sense of foreboding. Cohen said: "Recently, Bloodbone's behavior has become more and more strange, and even his subordinates have begun to be suspicious of each other. Not to mention taking Blackstone Fort, I'm afraid they'll be in civil strife soon. And with his bloody and brutal character, he will definitely notice it, and when the time comes, maybe the dog will jump off the wall in a hurry and make some crazy moves. ”

"Dad, I think you're overthinking. As long as Weimar is not on his side, what danger are we in? In terms of strength, we are about the same as that megalomaniac. ”

"Not necessarily!" Cohen shook his head, "Bones can do anything, do you understand?"

"Assassination?or what?" Rick's tone was full of disapproval, "with his brain, he can only come up with such a solution." ”

"Is your head made of wood?" Cohen reprimanded, "how did I give birth to such a stupid son as you." A megalomaniac doesn't have much humanity, you know? Our problem is that in the harsh winter, as long as he is not too stupid and burns all the crops in one fire, he can drive Weimar and me to the brink of despair, and we have to cooperate with his actions. ”

Rick gasped, "Won't it?"

"No? You don't think he has the guts, do you? I tell you, Weimar won't, but Bloodbone will. He is now suffering from internal and external troubles, and there is almost no way out! Even if we know that he did it, we will have to tie up with him when the time comes. ”

"So what are we going to do? Kill him?"

"Kill, kill, kill, why don't you use your brain? Alas...... It's so sad for me. Cohen scolded with hatred: "We are guarding against him, do you think he will not guard against us? Even his henchman Omgaor was pierced through the heart with a sword, do you think you have the ability?"

Rick was silent, fully explaining what it means to have well-developed limbs and a simple mind.

As the room fell silent, Cohen rubbed his chilly legs, "It's getting colder." He picked up the firewood and added it to the brazier, and the flames gradually grew stronger, and the room became brighter.

The dejected Rick, with a casual glance, suddenly became nervous, and pointed at Cohen's back: "Blood—there's blood, father!"

"What?" Cohen was taken aback and hurriedly moved away, and on the wooden board behind him, a shocking pool of blood spread, and strange lines seemed to form a blurred handwriting.

"Quick, bring the torch!" Cohen's spirit immediately tensed, it was blood!

When the torch was lit, the blood that flowed came to a halt to form an obscure text: "The traitor burns the flames, the great mouth opens its fangs, and the silent loses everything." ”

"Daddy, what does that mean?"

"Don't worry about it yet!" Cohen frowned, his eyes roving, "Go, take the torch and look elsewhere to see if there is any other handwriting." ”

Rick spun around with the torch and found nothing more.

"Traitor, flames. Giant mouth, fangs, ......" words swirled in Cohen's head, the greedy giant mouth had long been identified by him as blood and bones, and who was the silent one?

I?

Or Weimar?

Or both!

The most greedy one will devour them all!

"Strange, really as strange as you say. It's not really blood. Rick scraped the blood with his hand, and he didn't smell any blood.

"No, we can't sit still!" Cohen began to stomp around the room anxiously, and suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed in his head.

The traitor and the traitor made a deal, indicating that there was not more than one traitor.

At first, he thought that there was a traitor under his hands in the flesh and bones, but now, it suddenly occurred to him, what if these two traitors, one by his side and the other by Weima's side?

And the mastermind behind them is none other than Blood and Bone!

If this were the case, when the flames were kindled and the crops were reduced to ashes, they would have to be tied to a rope with blood and bones, and at that time, the hidden traitors would take the opportunity—

OMG!

A fine form of hot sweat appeared on Cohen's forehead, and he began to frantically make up his mind, what if a fire burned the crops and Blackstone Fort didn't take it, what would happen if he continued to return to the dark, damp cave and survive like a wild beast?

Rather than that, it is better to stand with Weimar, at least there is a place to live.

"No, we can't sit still!" Cohen gritted his teeth and made up his mind, his eyes shining fiercely: "Blood and bones are much more dangerous than Weimar! ”

Rick said a little aggrieved: "Look, you don't want to get rid of him? ”

"Say you're a fool, you're a fool!" Cohen scolded with a slashing face: "I'm really worried that my front foot is dead, and you will follow with your back foot!"

"So what do you say?"

"What else can I do? We're not the only ones who are wary of blood and bones, except for Weimar, there are also people!"

"Who?"

"Hey, Blackstone Castle, do you think their lords are as brainless as you? Even when the autumn harvest comes, they have sent castle guards and watchtowers to guard against all clues. ”