"Something isn't quite right."

Nagiya had already left the banquet area and walked down the secret passage of the castle.

The road was originally designed so that the lords could go directly to the athletic convention, thus avoiding congestion and onlookers.

Phosphorus powder rubbed along the fingertips of the animal fat, and the torches lit up, illuminating the stone steps beneath their feet.

The wind came up from around the corner, damp and musty, with rats and insects.

Da, da, da.

Women's platform heels are rhythmic, and the darkness is slowly moving.

Arnold had other residences, and the city builder designed a more imposing fort for him, which sat on the side of the banquet venue, overlooking the whole of Taiganda.

After this place was completely reduced to a banquet venue, the secret passage was also banned.

The air inhaled into the lungs is old, and the cobwebs curl up and dance in the flames.

Poof, the light is gone.

Nakia waited in the darkness for a moment, the smell of burnt food dissipating, and she sensed the faint smell of a living creature.

There is a problem.

She slowed down, trying to control her voice, blue mist covering her pupils, allowing her to distinguish in the dark.

Where lies ahead?

The street of Taigangda came to mind, and the reason why there were no houses on Arena Street was because the bloody atmosphere and cold nights would drive people into madness.

Later, it was rebuilt into an animal breeding ground, which once added many eye-catching dishes to banquets.

Ever since Arnold began to improve the walls and recruit warlords, the variety inside had become more abundant, with occasional roars and corpses entering.

Nakia had heard him complain.

After the competition, the corpses could only be transported from outside the city to be fed, otherwise cattle and sheep could only be sacrificed.

At that time, she guessed that it must be some monster trying to use it on the battlefield, and she had accidentally discovered that someone had touched a book about the habits of wild species.

"Are you not satisfied with Hagener?"

She asked.

Arnold didn't answer at the time, and didn't even turn around, so she couldn't tell if the other person was lying.

Before parting, the other party warned her.

"Some wolves are ambitious and may want to hurt Cathy at a banquet."

Restlessness became intense at that time.

The means of the occult advisor gave her the confidence to come down and investigate alone.

The road began to fork, and the unrepaired passage was very stiff in the wall.

There were mottled bloodstains, black stains, and long scratches on the floor.

The gravel and traces of struggle made a big turn along the new road, and it seemed to return to the direction of the banquet.

"So that's it."

She had sensed a certain agitation in the city, with the occasional strange smell of medicine.

For this reason, she also sent alchemy dolls to explore everywhere, but unfortunately they were destroyed, and now they have not even found their bodies.

The floor tiles extend into the distance, which is the direction of the animal farm.

There, some not-so-friendly creatures were stunned and dragged along specially carved paths.

The wind poured in through the gap, and the chaos made her panic even worse.

"Where are you going?"

Nakia got up and walked forward, but her eyes wandered, and she quickly looked at her sides, her hands on her waist, ready for some secret technique.

The march continued, and the sound drifted out of the passage.

A certain sense of openness has emerged.

She was pressed against the wall, mottled stones against her back, the moonlight illuminating the white hair on her forehead, and the things in front of her eyes gradually became clear.

At that moment, her pupils shrank.

"Griffin!"

The wings were chained, rattling, and the claws rubbing against the ground made them look restless.

The hides are stacked tightly with marks and shallow ravines, the chains rub against the limbs, and the strong men tie them to the convex stones of the cliff with hemp ropes.

The eagle-like head of the tabletop is held high, the tongue is clamped, and the hook is clinging to the falcon, preventing it from roaring.

The griffin is very excited, and most of the signs of struggle stem from it.

The withered and messy mane was wet into strips of blood, and the palm-long feathers were scattered all over the place.

"Is there any?"

The water was still lapping against the gravel, and the shallows were covered in moonlight.

Just near the griffin, a huge black shadow crouched on the ground.

Yellowish pupils and teeth glow slightly.

Its neck was elongated, locked in by large iron clasps, and a muffled thunderous sound swirled through its throat.

The tail with its large protrusions was also pinned in sections, attached to the zipline and knot, and concentrated next to the fire through several reinforced joints.

"Oh my God, fork-tailed dragons."

Anger welled up in Nagia's chest, Arnold had never told her that there was such a thing in the animal farm!

There were only two people guarding the place, and the tattoos covered the back of the head and down the spine.

Yes, they were unarmoured, shirtless guarding two bloodthirsty beasts.

These are a people born in the southern harbors, who have left their records on their bodies with animal blood and paint, including various sea monsters, mountain goods, and wanted criminals.

Nakia had seen all of Taiganda's generals, and Arnold had never deliberately concealed them from the army - the advisors were all-round.

That means they came from some warlord or nobleman, quietly dug this side road, and stole it from the animal farm with medicine.

Since the ambush is here, it must be related to the banquet above.

The knots and various chains are very ingenious, and the control is concentrated on a few wooden stakes, and the control can be unlocked in an instant by kicking down the mechanism.

Behemoths will soar into the air, tearing apart the night with fury.

This is below the cliffs.

The angle of inclination made it impossible for the people enjoying the banquet in the meadow and the castle to detect the danger hidden beneath their feet.

Nakia's fingers drew the emblem in the air.

The streamer gradually condensed, and finally was held in the palm of the hand like an air mass, gradually enveloping half of the arm.

Mystics never go to great lengths, they rely on knowledge and magic to control the situation.

"The signal is fireworks, right, that was ...... just now"

"No, it's candlelight, wait."

The conversation ended, and the man complained about the damn night.

He crouched down to add wood to the campfire, which was filled with herbs, certain scents that were imperceptible to humans, and which could be used to avoid the attacks of the behemoths.

"Uh, vomit~"

The companion screamed and spat out bile.

"Hey, what's going on?"

Still asking, a tingling sensation is like a pinprick from the spine upwards, and the mixture is thrown on the back.

The glass ballasts flew and made him understand that someone had broken in.

Nakia walked out slowly, white fluorescent over one of the heads, and she raised her arms to aim as if to manipulate them in some way.

This distraction is very complex and far more difficult than waving a breeze.

"It's you."

The other guy who was disturbed by the potion was gritting his teeth for support, and although his face was very painful, he still recognized the person's identity.

"Since he is willing to speak, then he is useless, you better explain clearly, I still have a lot of means."

Nakia's fingers trembled and bent slightly, and the one who came first wailed.

He scratched frantically, as if he saw something terrifying through the white mist, and he threw his fist at the air without knowing the direction, and white foam mixed with black water flowed out of the corners of his mouth.

The corpse lay to the ground, veins bulging, blood clotted forever.

Boom, pop!

At this moment, the fireworks descended with a whistle, shattering in mid-air and sparks flying in all directions.

"So, you're just waiting for this?"

Nakia looked up, narrowing her eyes, trying to gather the message of the wind with her senses.

"Bitch, think we didn't guard against you!"

These slight laxities gave the man a chance.

They grew up consuming drugs, and many of their opponents died for ignoring their resistance.

The burlap bag was torn open, and there was a clamp spring inside, and the powder exploded through the air, and Nakia, who greeted her head-on, was covered firmly.

The burning and confusion had overwhelmed her perception, and she fell to the ground on the spot, feeling like everything was spinning and collapsing.

The pupils are large and small, and they are constantly changing in black and light green.

This powder was made for her.

"Fuck."

The man hurriedly got up and kicked down the wooden pole, and the situation above him could not be delayed.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.

The ropes flew wildly, whipping the air incessantly, chains and buckles broke one by one, and the scabbards of nails kept crashing against the stone walls.

"Very good, get moving!

Wait, what are you doing, ah, brute! ”

The griffin flapped its wings and flipped over the campfire with its sharp claws, holding back the pain and discomfort despite its blackened hair.

The fork-tailed dragon's sharp hammer arced with the sound of the wind, smashing the opponent's knee with ease like tripping a child.

The man began to moan, but it didn't last long.

The falcon dissected his head.