[White Wolf] Bazel and Omar's eldest princess Ymir have secretly discussed cooperation, and the preliminary intention has been reached.

As for the small fight on the second floor of the tavern, it didn't get into the eyes of the two big people.

But no one expected that the gas bomb on Wren's body was suddenly detonated.

Although this level of toxin was not much of a threat to a top expert like them who had unlocked the five gene chains.

But this explosion triggered a chain reaction.

......

Outside the house, several masters of the Omar Royal Worship Group who were waiting for the signal in ambush naturally discovered that an abnormal explosion suddenly occurred in the "Hyacinth Tavern" for the first time.

And according to the intelligence, the tavern only has the eldest princess and Bazar talking secretly...

They couldn't help but make up their brains, this strange explosion must have happened to some kind of change.

Although they had not yet seen the signal to do so, they decided to do it immediately.

In the next moment, several latent masters burst out with breath and rushed forward.

For the magical subhuman race "Werewolf", who is extremely sensitive to danger, this movement is like a sudden burst of the sun in the dark night, stabbing his eyes.

.......

Suddenly there was the breath of many top masters, and I still can't understand this situation?

[White Wolf] Bazel thinks that whoever reports any luck, he is the first two!

So, he decided to strike first.

The werewolf's perception allowed him to spot movement outside before Ymir. Just when Ymir was completely defenseless, he suddenly broke out and turned into a werewolf to attack the eldest princess of the Omar Empire.

That's what Wren saw, and most of the tavern was blown down.

......

"Is this the top powerhouse in this world who has unlocked the fifth-order gene chain, terrifying..."

Looking at the ruins in front of him, Wren's eyelids jumped hard.

The power of this blow alone is worth the individual rocket artillery of the previous life.

Wren naturally never thought that such a coincidence, but in the tavern where Pisis planned to murder him, he met the leader of the "White Wolf Monster Thieves Group" [White Wolf] Bazel, the ceiling of the strange thief industry.

What's more coincidental is that I seem to be inexplicably involved in some big event...

Sure enough, the luck was as bad as ever after the crossing.

Wren looked helpless, and complained in his heart.

Thinking about it carefully, aren't this man and woman the suspicious customers in the corner of the store before?

But at the same time, he was also curious, then this majestic silver wolf was Bazel, so who was the injured woman?

If you can resist this blow and not die, you must also be a top powerhouse.

No need to guess at Wren.

Soon, the woman's identity was revealed.

......

In the blink of an eye after the explosion, only a few swishing sounds of breaking wind were heard, and the light and shadow flashed.

In the blink of an eye, Wren watched as a few more people appeared on the street near the tavern.

A knight with a giant sword in heavy armor, an old man in black robes with a magic staff, a man in a cloak with a hidden head and tail, and a young man with several guards surrounded by "rich and handsome".

It's not that Wren knows the young man, but because the guy's outfit is so eye-catching, it's not hard to guess that his identity must be very noble.

The young man had dashing blond hair, blue eyes and sword eyebrows, and the face was actually wearing a half-face gas mask made of pure gold. Exquisite high leather boots, an aristocratic black gown, and a gold griffin pattern engraved on the double row of solid gold buttons on the chest...

is qualified to put the exclusive coat of arms of the royal Spuglin family on the button, and the identity of the young man is not difficult to guess.

"Someone from the Omar royal family?"

Wren saw the blond man's outfit and guessed the identity of the person who came, but his brows furrowed in an instant.

He wouldn't be surprised to meet these people anywhere else.

But these guys actually ran to the "black market fair" of the strange thieves?

Sheep in the mouth of the tiger?

Rao is a few people in front of him who seem to be at the level of a big guy, but you don't necessarily have to come to the bandit base camp to run rampant!

.......

Obviously, [White Wolf] Bazel thinks the same way.

has been calculated by someone in his own territory, can this silver wolf's temper be endured?

"Black Moss, you old fellow are here? I thought you'd die of old age in the royal capital of Omar..."

Bazel saw the old man with the staff, and a look of solemnity flashed in his wolf's eyes.

After all, this [Enma] Black Moth Sakaria, one of the "Ten Legendary Demon Hunters" on the same level as himself, is the top master in the field of elemental mages.

"Bazel, the last time we met, it was ten years ago. Looks like your temper hasn't changed... You werewolves have a long lifespan, and you are truly an enviable talent. ”

Black Moss's demonic energy was surging, and from a distance, the black mage robe on his body looked like a raging hellish black flame, giving people a feeling of scorching destruction from afar.

Bazel sneered and asked in a deep voice: "Why, ten years ago, there was no winner or loser, and you still want to try it today?" ”

Hearing this, the palace archmage shook his head and responded calmly: "His Royal Highness the Great Prince is coming to quell the bandits, and I, as a teacher, naturally have to give up this old bone to do some meager efforts." ”

"Huh?"

As if hearing something ridiculous, Bazel snorted coldly.

At this time, he glanced at the young man with the golden gas mask, and deliberately said in an exaggerated tone: "Oh, look who I see?" Omar's eldest prince, Quentin Sprgreen, is there in person, shouldn't I, Bazel, be honored? ”

In the face of absolute strength, the status of the nobility does not allow Bazel to take a closer look.

Listening to this contemptuous tone, the eldest prince did not speak. His arrogant eyes seemed to make him feel that it was an insult to talk to such a lowly monster.

The atmosphere was a little awkward for a while.

At this time, the black-robed man beside Quentin stepped forward and smiled easily: "Your Excellency Bazel, don't delay time, those subordinates of yours can't save you." ”

"Yoh?"

Being seen as having a plan in his heart, Bazel sneered, but he didn't care at all.

Instead, the silver wolf showed a mocking look on his face, and glanced at a few people: "Do you really think you've got me?" Is it true that my 'White Wolf Group' and these hundreds of thousands of brothers can't be put on display? ”

It's not that he's holding it up, it's just that.

Even if the few people on the opposite side were the top worshippers of the Omar court, it would be impossible for them to kill themselves for a while.

But if you really want to fight, the brotherhood of your "White Wolf Group" will stand by and watch?

Really, these more than 100,000 vicious thieves are muddy?

"That's... Your Excellency Bazel, the reason why I have told you so much is probably that we are on the same page. In fact, we are waiting for your subordinates to come and support you..."

The black-robed man shrugged his shoulders noncommittally, and he didn't hide the meaning of tucking in.

Then, in the most breezy tone, he said the most domineering words.

"After all, I was going to put you today... All in one! ”

What the?!

Hearing this, Bazel's pupils shrank suddenly, and he faintly sensed that something was wrong.

He looked left and right, could it be that Omar's royal legion army was surrounding and suppressing it? That's not right... They chose the site on the shore of this storm lake and the terrain was open, even if they had a large army, they would not be able to encircle and suppress it.

This guy... Where is the confidence to speak?

He stared at the black-robed man who was "talking big" just now with a pair of silver eyes, and asked cautiously, "Who is Your Excellency?" ”

The hood of the black-robed man always covered half of his face, and only the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, waiting for three points of evil: "Contemptible Clemens · F. Metternich is just a small staff member of His Royal Highness Quentin, and he is not enough to worry about..."