Chapter 268: Poverty Limits Imagination
Thousands of kilometers away from the dungeon, the Doklama Werewolf Forest
"What?! That old ghost in the dungeon kidnapped Fiona?! Wendell, after hearing the hurried butler report that his precious daughter was missing in the dungeon, slapped a mark on the table, then stood up and asked loudly, "What are the conditions of the old ghost?!" β
"No, sir, the young lady is lost alone in the dungeon, and I would like to ask you to send some men to go with me to look for ......," the butler Aston hurriedly explained.
"Say no more! It's definitely Fiona kidnapped by the old ghost in the dungeon! This lack of virtue can only be done by that old bastard! Wendell's eyes were like spewing fire.
"No, sir, please listen to me......"
"I'm going to peel off that old ghost's skin and hang it on the head of the bed to make a lantern!" Wendell was furious now, "Inform the convoy!" Give me a trip to the dungeon now! β
"Sir...... Huh? Just as the butler was about to explain, he was stunned when he heard that the leader was only going to bring his personal guards over.
Aston was afraid that the leader would be annoyed for a while, and bring all the guards at home over, werewolves are creatures, not opponents of the undead, and the number of high-level werewolves who are in a dormant state is only a few thousand, which is completely powerless in front of tens of thousands of death knights.
The most important thing is that the eldest lady was lost by herself, if the teacher mobilizes the crowd to lead a large army to go to the dungeon to ask for someone, what should the other party do, and the final result is likely to be that the young lady really can't come back.
But now, the angry lord did not go with the army like a madman, but took his six elite guards, which was a bit unexpected by the butler.
"You think I'm going to send troops?" Wendell seemed to see that the butler was surprised, and snorted coldly, "I sent a large army over, what should I do if the old ghost tears up the ticket?" β
When the housekeeper heard this, he immediately showed a face, "Yes! How did I not think of that? Then he quickly nodded and replied, "...... Be....... yes, what to do. β
"So, all we can do is negotiate with the other party, and Fiona's safety will be the priority!" The thoughtful wolf king looked at the night outside with a confident look, his eyes burst with a faint blue light, and he said with a disdainful expression: "Hmph! Isn't it just a few energy blocks! That old immortal poor madness! After so many years, the means are still so cheap! β
The housekeeper listened to it and suddenly didn't know what to say.
When Aston returned, he walked through the teleportation circle outside the dungeon to reach Glory City, and then quickly went to the Werewolf Forest back to the secret teleportation array hidden on the side of Ogilis in the north - this teleportation circle was specially set up for Fiona to enter Ogris City.
When Aston went to the dungeon with her before, she made a long detour, just for fear that she would be affected by the war on Ogris's side, and when the butler went back this time, he found that Ogris had already ceased fighting.
Of course, he didn't pay much attention to this, and neither did Wendell, the Wolf King, who was now thinking about what tone he should use when he met the old ghost in the dungeon later.
"Definitely have to be high! Don't let that old boy see the joke! Got it! β
"Understood, sir!"
On the way to the dungeon in the past, Wendell kept giving lectures to the guards behind him, each of them covered their bodies in brown traveling robes, and at the same time kept their breath restrained, and looked like a group of ordinary people on the outside.
After listening to the leader's admonition and seeing that each guy showed a menacing look, the butler's heart suddenly had mixed feelings:
Miss is just lost by herself, if you go to the dungeon lord Xingshi for this matter, the other party will definitely think that this side is finding fault, and then this side will be turned away, in that case, Miss will never be found again!
Thinking of this, the housekeeper was suddenly scared for a while, and finally felt a cross in his heart: no matter what, I can't let the people in the dungeon know! You must not let your master have any contact with the soldiers in the dungeon! You have to find Miss as soon as possible and go back!
Having made up his mind, Aston and a few people quickened their pace, and by the time they reached the dungeon, it was already the middle of the night.
"Welcome to the dungeon, number 386275 customer ......"
The moment the dusty Wendell stepped into the dungeon, the voice assistant suddenly sounded in his ears, and at that moment, the werewolf leader immediately flashed, as did several other guards, leaving only the butler standing alone.
βSBγβ A passing adventurer saw Wendell's appearance and immediately shook his head and sneered.
"What did you kid say?!" Wendell glaucated at the other side.
"Sir! It's important to find a young lady! It's important to find a young lady! β
The butler stopped the leader who was about to break out and the few people behind him, and now it is really not suitable for a conflict here, otherwise it will be all over if he lures those undead here.
Thinking of the undead, the butler suddenly spotted a group of Death Knights walking quickly towards this direction not far awayβthey were preparing to change shifts in various other teleportation arrays.
"Just in time!" Just when Wendell was about to go up, he was pulled by the housekeeper again: "Wait for the master!" Miss over there! β
Aston hurriedly pointed in the direction of the shopping street and shouted, and then several other guards looked up and sniffed the air, and nodded again and again: "Yes, my lord, although it is quite weak, we can feel the breath of the eldest lady." β
As soon as he heard this, the butler immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and it was the strength of the werewolf clan to distinguish specific characters according to his breath, but the farther away he was, the more professional masters were needed, and the housekeeper's profession limited Aston from having the ability to distinguish popularity from a distance like a soldier.
Even though they are all of the same level, the difference in strength is still huge.
Wendell reacted when he heard that his daughter was in the brightly lit bustling neighborhood on the left, and the whole dungeon in front of him seemed to be very different from what he remembered, although it was the middle of the night, and the flow of people was only a few people, but a magnificent modern building in front of him still made the wolf king feel the extraordinaryness of the city.
"Not only are there a lot of adventurers coming and going here, but there are also a lot of ordinary people, right?" Wendell pinched his chin and looked at the modern city quietly, "How many humans are there?" 5000οΌ No, at least more than 10,000 people! β
"More than 10,000 people?!"
Several guards around were suddenly surprised, and then kept sniffing the air, indeed as the leader said, the amount of human breath left here is quite a lot, and they are almost catching up with a normal human city.
The butler was a little speechless, he and Fiona came in at the peak, judging from the dense flow of people at that time, at least 100,000 meters, perhaps, the leader had never seen so many people.
But no matter what, it's important to find Miss now, and everything else can be put aside!
"Tsk, I really can't imagine that after so many years, the old ghost has actually learned to build a city? The stone-made head is finally enlightened. β
Wendell, who was still in a hurry before, now looks calm and abnormal, and there is no appearance of her daughter being lost.
"Master, can we hurry up, Miss wait!"
Aston kept urging from the side, he didn't want to waste a second here now, it was really reassuring to not see Fiona safe - in a sense, he really hoped that the young lady was captured by the demon lord, at least he knew that people still took good care of the children of the neighbors around him, and this was the reason why Wendell didn't panic when he arrived here.
After commenting on the modern city, the group began to walk unhurriedly in the direction of Fiona's breath on the left.
Although it's the middle of the night, the sound of some snack bars is still quite hot, and others like nightclubs are also very popular, although they are not comparable to the happy street, but they are higher than the environment outside where all the lights are dark and sleep at night.
Wendell walked in the middle of the empty pedestrian street with his hands behind his back as if he were strolling in the middle of the deserted pedestrian street, surrounded by bright street lamps and smelly supper shops on both sides - there are usually places for supper, and there is probably a dance hall that is open next to it.
"There's a lot of humanity in there." Wendell stopped in front of a nightclub and looked up and said, "Ordinary people only have 1 or 2 points of energy, but if you add more, it will be considerable." But unfortunately, even if there are 10,000 people, it is only 1 or 20,000 points of energy. These can be achieved by only a dozen high-level adventurers, who made that old ghost short-sighted, and actually slaughtered all the fourth-order adventurers, I really don't know what that guy thinks. β
"Yes, you're right, sir, can we hurry up, Miss should not be far from us." The closer you get to Fiona, the more anxious Aston gets.
When Wendell saw it, he frowned and said, "What's the panic, that old bastard doesn't dare to do anything to my daughter!" β
"It's not...... I'm ......" Just halfway through speaking, Aston suddenly realized, yes, the adventurers in this city are generally level 10~15, at most 20, and other ordinary hooligans like weak chickens forget it, what danger can a level 40 werewolf encounter?
Thinking of this, Aston, who was originally anxious to urinate, immediately calmed down.
Wendell looked at him, smiled, and said, "Let's go, it's time to meet the old ghost, I have a lot to say to him!" β
.........
"Wix, how are things going?"
In the middle of the night, Lott asked the goblins in the Realm Hall who were observing the situation as he ran quickly in the direction of Central Park.
Vickers: 'So far, so good, Miss Deacon has cleared the 10 sheep-headed monsters, and they were blown to dust just the moment they left the portal. β
"That's good."
Vickers: 'My lord, although the main targets have been cleared, is it really appropriate for you to go to the front line to deal with the rest yourself?' β
"It's time to move your muscles and bones, it's too dangerous for you to let you, of course, you can only find these miscellaneous fish to practice your hands."
As soon as he spoke, Lott had reached the wide central square, and now it was midnight, and it was ....... It seems that there are quite a lot of people, most of them are some gangsters, hooligans, ruffians or something.
"Huh?"
At this moment, Lott noticed an inexplicable sense of oppression coming from directly opposite him, 300 miles away, where several figures were entering the square, and at this moment, a group of thugs who were close to him surrounded him......
Vickers: 'Your Excellency! Monsters break through the defenses! Behind you! Get out of the way! β