At night, no matter how closely patrolled the patrol is, but this city is so big, there will always be one or two fish that slip through the net, let alone intentionally.

A ghoul tumbles into a brightly lit courtyard, triggers a magic trap as soon as it hits the ground, and before it can roar, it turns into char in a flash of lightning.

In the dark corner, a thief dressed in black wiped the sweat from his forehead, secretly glad that he was still cautious.

Thinking so, he picked up a crossbow, quietly touched it, climbed over the wall, and then made a big circle to the roof.

Suddenly, he froze and fell from the sky, smashing to the ground, splashing up a cloud of dust.

There was a slight grinding sound in the darkness, a shadow swayed, and the night fell silent.

After a while, a squad of soldiers patrolled by, a little later than usual.

The captain of the group glanced into the courtyard, his eyes full of fear.

On the third day, the clouds in the sky were dark and oppressive, and the snow was falling, so it was inconvenient to go out, so no one came to the door.

On this day, even the patrolling soldiers were gone, and ghouls began to haunt, frolicking in the snow, occasionally breaking down the door and rushing into the room, followed by a roar, and then either dragging the corpse out or remaining inside forever.

On the fourth day, there was still heavy snowfall, and the silence and excitement of the previous day continued.

On the fifth day, the clouds were a little thinner, and the occasional sun came through, and those who had been suffering for two days breathed a sigh of relief.

On the sixth day, a strong wind blew, and the sound of houses collapsing was constantly heard, and ghouls were constantly blown by the strong wind and stuck to the walls, so the ghouls were not so lively.

On the seventh day, the weather was fine, and people suddenly found that many people had said that they had gone in the past few days.

Some of them were gone, some were sucked dry, some were entrailed, and the relationship between some of the people and werewolves and vampires in the city had just eased up.

Many people who don't deserve to die also die, and they say they don't deserve to die, because none of these people are good people, and of course, in this era, there are few good people.

However, these people don't deserve to die, because they have the strength and power, and they have enough force to protect themselves, and with their strength, they shouldn't just die, but they die.

It was a confrontation in which neither side took advantage.

Duke Pande's side succeeded in breaking the partnership between the queen and the werewolf vampire, revealing the rift between them.

And the queen's side acted ruthlessly, causing several important nobles on the side of Duke Pande to die.

Even the Duke of Pande was assassinated, a sharp arrow pierced through the window, and almost hit the Duke of Pande by the window, but fortunately, the loyal knights around him resisted and saved the Duke of Pande's life with serious injuries.

Even so, Duke Pande was taken aback, he realized that he was being targeted by a marksman, and he was afraid to go near the window for several days.

Now, it's finally a sunny day.

People started taking to the streets, or going out of the city in search of food, or doing something else.

In the small courtyard, Iron Mask finally finished his masterpiece by placing a pottery ball on a trebuchet and setting the angle.

Then, Iron Mask climbed to the roof of the house and let his servant take the final step.

With a bang, the pottery ball flew out.

After all, there is some deviation in the position, but fortunately, it is still under control, because Tie Mian knows that for trebuchets, the accuracy really cannot be demanded, and it can only be said that it can be improved as much as possible.

So, Iron Mask came up with his own solution, which was to increase the fault tolerance.

The method is very simple, put thirty or forty set gems in the pottery ball, when the pottery ball reaches a certain range, it will explode, and the thirty or forty gems inside will spill out, and as soon as it hits the ground, the runes on these gems will be activated, thus detonating the magic power in the entire gem.

Iron Face narrowed his eyes and sat on the roof, watching the pottery ball quickly turn into a small dot, and the crack on it was getting bigger and bigger, and the gems inside were about to spill out.

With a bang, the cannonball made of this pottery ball exploded in advance.

Thirty or forty gems were so powerful that in an instant, the roofs of several houses were destroyed, and the sky was covered with clouds of fire.

Fortunately, the snow on the floor and roof became the best shield to prevent the flames from spreading.

And because it was detonated early, it was a wave of air that spread to Angela's courtyard, and it had no other effect than to make the trees tremble for a while, and then the ice cubes fell and smashed to the ground.

Iron Mask was stunned, this was not what he imagined, and the smile on his face gradually solidified, and then he burst out laughing, laughing so much that tears flowed out.

"It's Angela, it's my mentor, hahahahaha......"

Laughing like this, he picked up the crossbow at his feet, carefully trapped the note on the shaft of the arrow, and shot an arrow.

With a thud, the bolt flew diagonally upwards towards the sky, and when it reached the highest point, it quickly fell downward, plunging headlong into the courtyard, splashing a little snowflake.

Finally, it fell silent.

Angela walked out of the room in her black robe, picked up the bolt, and unfolded the note.

She was silent for a moment, then squeezed hard, and the strip of paper turned into dry, fragile fibers, and let go of her hand, which drifted away with the wind.

The note read: Duke Pande.

Duke Pande?

Angela Evil Charm personally doesn't know what kind of evil ghost is smiling: It seems that the killer you hired has some unprofessional ethics!

She jumped to the roof of the house, turned her head to see a roof in the distance, and a little more black in the white snow on it.

Angela's eyes narrowed, a little funny.

She jumped down and walked into the house to get about the rest of her work.

Angela had already done how to filter out the marked darkness and implant the Origin Magic into it to change the nature of the evil god itself, and now all she had to do was wait for the cloned appendix to mature.

And among the dozen or so petri dishes, each petri dish contains an appendix, which is Angela's appendix.

Tomorrow, wait until tomorrow, and these appendices will be ripe for picking.

Thinking of one day having to replace her appendix herself, Angela had the urge to cry and laugh.

Then again, isn't it a bit of an o to get this set yourself?

People are upper, middle and lower dantians, and they are appendixes. Fortunately, I didn't get appendicitis, otherwise I would have cut not only my appendix, but my waist.

Although women don't need to make themselves hard, so the waist is not as important as men, it is inevitable that it will still affect the body.

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