This car skill, the corners of Wren's mouth twitched slightly, the female hooligan is really pervasive, seamless and does not drill.

There was going to be a war, of course he knew about it, but it was just ......

Wren lifted his cowboy hat: "To be honest, the scale of this war is beyond my expectations.

What surprised me the most was that the Association was ready to intervene in this war, why? ”

The Witcher Society, like the School of Nature, belongs to the Neutral Order camp and generally does not intervene in wars on a large scale.

Shirley gave him a blank look: "Don't talk about it, I don't know much, but you have to figure it out, it's not the same as a war between human kingdoms."

The Demon Descendant is a threat to everyone, the latest news, just last night, the elder who has not heard from him for a long time appeared, and launched the Beacon Fire Order! ”

Wren gasped, this was the first time he had heard from the president of the Witcher Guild.

President of the Demon Hunter Association, fifth-order [Titled Demon Hunter], name unknown, age unknown, and no photo portrait, officially titled "Zero".

This is what he knew about the president, he had asked the old goat, and the other party was still in the third order at that time, and he didn't know the name of the president.

However, according to the old goat, the president should not be more than three hundred years old, and the known record is that he once killed a Prince of Darkness.

"What is the Beacon Order?" It has only been more than four months since Wren came to this world, and it has only been half a month since he joined the association, and there are many blind spots in knowledge.

Shirley's eyes flashed, and her voice was like a clear spring: "People are just white hunters, don't be like a curious baby."

There's a captive here, ask the old goat tomorrow, he knows better. ”

"He's been injected with drowsiness and blindfolded, his ears blocked, he can't hear."

Wren muttered, glancing back at Ugo on his arm, who was unconscious.

Shirley smiled slightly, she licked her red lips, and exhaled in Wren's ear: "Yes, he can't hear it, why don't we do some loving sports here?"

It's a dark environment, it's quite an atmosphere, don't worry, I'll pay. ”

Damn, do you think I'm a duck?

Wren reached out and pushed her close face away, Shirley was beautiful and had a great figure.

But even if he didn't fall in love with Keisha, Wren didn't want to have a relationship with her once, because the other party had read countless men, so he always felt that he was losing.

Knowing that the other party was a little impatient and couldn't ask for more information, he stopped talking.

Seeing that he was silent, Shirley couldn't help but stomp her feet in anger, very unhappy, there were few men she couldn't seduce.

The two stopped talking, and she led them through the dark hallway, locking Ugo in a cell.

This is a specially made white Xuan iron cell, which is enough to hold an ordinary third-order transcendent, not to mention, Ugo has already been severely injured, and he will not be able to recover in a few days.

After that, Wren went to sleep, and at eight o'clock the next morning, after breakfast, he waited for the old goat in an office on the second floor of the hospital.

"Squeak~"

There was a knock on the door, and the old goat, who had just spent the night at the Rose Bar and had not returned at night, walked in refreshed.

He is very handsome at the moment, a white shirt embroidered with gold edges, with a black leather vest and black pants.

His hair was shiny and straight back, and he wore gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and he held a black cane with silver at the tip.

"Tsk, I haven't seen you for a few days, but you've made yourself look like a dog.

If it weren't for the fact that your lewd aura was as conspicuous as the street lamps in the night, I would almost not have recognized you. ”

Wren sat on a couch, crossed Erlang's legs, and teased.

The old goat looked proud, and waved the walnut cane in his hand, the wind was very heavy, and the air was textured.

"Boy, that's how you spoke to the future Celestial Atlas Sage, the Great Master Nicholas?"

He stared at Wren with his nostrils facing the sky, and shook the black cane in his hand: "Do you see the big stick in my hand?"

Believe it or not, I'll blow your dog's head with a stick! ”

The corners of his mouth twitched, and Wren laughed: "Don't blow it, didn't you say a bold word in front of me, the future titled witcher.

said that you want to come here to show your talents, what stage is born for you, and Faroland shines because of you, and the result?

Except for the prostitution and the loss of contact, you don't seem to have done anything, right? ”

The old goat rolled his eyes when he heard this, took out two bottles of champagne from the cupboard, and handed one to Wren.

He bit the cap of the champagne bottle in his hand, took a sip, and said angrily: "Who said it didn't work, I worked for three hours last night before stopping, and the girls were so happy." ”

Seeing Wren's disdain, the old goat snorted, and there was some dissatisfaction in his tone: "Do you think I don't want to take a few demon cubs to cut them?" The conditions do not allow it.

The other day I was talking to a Inspector General of the 7th Bureau, who was higher than the Director, and he told me not to act rashly and to wait for the right time, so as not to break the matter. ”

Frowning, Wren was very puzzled: "I've always wondered, why didn't you suppress the ghouls in the 7th game?" ”

The old goat sighed and explained, "That's it, this time the ghoul Duke Marcus ......"

He told Wren about the Gluttony, including Prince Miró and the Werewolf Grand Duke Luke.

Wren pondered for a while, touched his chin and said, "Shouldn't that be more quickly cut through the mess?" Now the Demon Descendants are constantly sending strong men here, and the further back they go, the more the scale and complexity of the war will increase.

Wouldn't it be more difficult to deal with once the situation eroded? ”

The old goat shrugged his shoulders: "I don't know about this, I don't know why, I feel that the people in the 7th game are deliberately dragging their feet, it seems that the longer they go, the better their chances of winning." ”

Wren closed his eyes and thought for a moment, and was startled, he said uncertainly: "This shouldn't be a game, right?" ”

"But this is unreasonable, under normal circumstances, it does not take such a long time to mobilize the strong.

And, what is the benefit of expanding the scale of the war? The old goat said leisurely.

The wars in this world are mainly battles between transcendental beings, and the scale of the numbers is smaller, and the mobility of the transcendents is far beyond that of ordinary people, and the logistics do not require too long preparation time.

"What's the Beacon Order?" Wren asked.

The old goat laughed: "Recently, His Majesty Charles VI has been asking for help everywhere, and he can't support it.

Although there is a suspicion of pretending to be pitiful, the major forces have more or less said that according to the latest information, Raphael, the Silver Spear, and Alfred, the Heavenly Justice, have rushed to Farolan.

Moreover, although the major forces did not send Sages, they were ready to let many outstanding young people participate in the war.

Not only Alfred and Raphael, but many less talented people will come.

The Beacon Fire Order has now been handed over to Hal, and the wolf smoke of this demon hunt will be lit by him. ”

"Is this a military training?" Wren had a feeling that the storm was coming.

It seems that it is time for the war-torn years again, with the familiar sound of horses' hooves, the clashing of blades, and the roar...... It seems to be connected.

"I'm afraid that, as far as I know, Carl Moldred, the director of the 7th Bureau, has recently visited quite a few powerful people who have settled in Faroland.

This is not like just a military training, this sign, Farolan seems to want to mobilize the strength of the country, launch a national war, and block the national fortune! ”

Wren was in a trance: "It's not like Charles VI's style. ”

The old goat also frowned: "Indeed, he doesn't have this kind of courage, I always feel that this is like the handwriting of the emperor back then." ”