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Lan Wu and his party were led by Gross to the northeast of the inner city.

Along the way, Lan Wu keenly discovered that the residents of this area were not ordinary people. Men and women, young and old, every gesture shows traces of long-term training. When he thought about it, he was relieved.

This area must be the same as the training ground in Camp Rog's, where Grace trains mercenaries. And these residents are probably mercenaries or former mercenaries.

Gross was in no mood to talk to Lan Wu about the situation in the area. He just hurried until he reached a tall three-story building, then he stopped, turned around and reminded coldly: "This is Grace's territory, I hope you don't have other ideas." Otherwise, I won't be able to protect you. ”

"Of course." Lan Wu smiled and didn't take it to heart. How could he not hear the meaning of Gross's words. Farah had just run to Rog's camp, and the Lugoin was really afraid that he had abducted Grez again. Lu Gaoyin simply couldn't bear the consequences.

Before entering the door, there was a sudden sound of ping-pong inside the door. Gross's face changed slightly, and he didn't care about warning Lan Wu, and immediately walked in quickly. Grez helped Rugoin too much. He couldn't help but cheer up one hundred and twenty points.

"Let's go inside." Lan Wu smiled slightly and took the lead in following.

As soon as I entered the door, a strong smell of medicine came to my face. Lan Wu knew it in his heart. Rodamant has mutated, and the mercenaries responsible for cleaning the sewers must have suffered no fewer casualties. He looked up just in time to see Gross whispering with a warm smile and a strong man dressed in desert style. The ground beneath the feet of the two was littered with broken clay pots.

"He's Grace?" Lan Wu thought, gesturing for Avila and the others to wait in place, and walked over quickly.

"Who is he?" Grez frowned slightly. His mercenaries suffered heavy casualties, and he was now holding back his anger. If it weren't for Gross's face, I would have wanted to teach this guy who doesn't know the rules a lesson.

"Emissary of Camp Rogge." Gross took advantage of the situation to avoid the important and trivial, vaguely bringing Lan Wu's other fatal identity.

"Camp Rogge?" Grace's face sank.

"Okay, for the sake of all human beings, don't bother with him." Seeing that his goal had been achieved, Gross immediately smiled and started a round: "He is also a professional. So I want him to do something for Lugoin and go down the sewers to clean up those demons. ”

"Him?" Grez scoffed, "He went just to die." ”

"So I have to follow him, lest he die and let the hillbillies in Camp Rogue take the opportunity to blackmail Lugoin." Gross looked helpless, and his expression was very sincere.

"You're going to go down that filthy sewer?" Glatz narrowed his eyes slightly, looking Gross up and down.

The job of cleaning the sewers has always been despised by Lu Goin's profession, and has always been done by his mercenaries. I thought that this time was just a routine, but I didn't expect those demons to suddenly become very powerful, and the mercenaries who went down suffered heavy losses, and only escaped back less than one-fifth.

"For the sake of Rugoin, I had to go." Gross looked solemn.

"Okay, I'll definitely support you." Grace smiled. This is the best news to hear today.

Gross smiled and nodded reservedly. He naturally knew that the support Gretz was talking about was not a matter of taking people to the sewers himself. It's just that Lan Wu has already come closer, and he doesn't plan to reveal too much.

"Lady Grez, it's a pleasure to meet you." Lan Wu walked up to Grez and smiled and stroked his chest and saluted.

"You want to go to the sewers?" Grez looked down at Lan Wu. He is more than two meters tall, like a bear. And Lan Wu is only in his early seventies, standing in front of him, he can only be looked down.

Lan Wu didn't care, still nodding happily with a smile: "I want to see Lu Gaoin's demon." ”

Grez grinned, took out a scroll directly from his arms, and unfolded it in front of Lan Wu: "Sign this agreement." Gross is a candidate for the next defense secretary. I don't want his future ruined by you. ”

"Okay." Lan Wu hurriedly pressed his fingerprints. The brilliance flashed, and the scroll turned into a little starlight, which dissipated in Greze's hands.

Grez didn't expect Lan Wu to sign this contract so simply. But thinking about it, he didn't take it to heart. Isn't it just a professional from a small place like Camp Rog's, and he still has the guts to anger Rugoin?

"Then let's go." Lan Wu turned back and beckoned to Avila.

"Wait." Seeing Lan Wu like this, Gross couldn't help but chuckle in his heart. He was a little worried that the benefactor was planning something bad.

"What are you waiting for?" Lan Wu turned his head and blinked, looking puzzled.

Fortunately, Grace spoke up in time to relieve him. Grez muttered, "I need to muster enough men. ”

"I also need to gather my followers." Gross took the opportunity to take the conversation, trying to take a moment to carefully consider Lan Wu's intentions.

"For the sake of the friendship between Camp Rog and Lugoin, I am willing to go down and resist for a while." Lanwu is righteous and awe-inspiring.

"You're only going down to die." Grez raised his voice, a look of displeasure. In his opinion, these emissaries of the Rogue camp could not be compared to the mercenaries under his command, even if these people were professionals.

"We don't have time to waste." Lan Wu's expression was serious.

"I don't agree......" Gross resolutely objected for fear of what kind of conspiracy Lan Wu was planning. But before he could finish speaking, Grez had already raised his hand to stop him.

"Leave him alone." Grace had a dark face and a very unkind tone. Because of his status as the messenger of the Rogge camp, he didn't want these professionals to go down to die. But since people don't appreciate it, there's nothing to say. Anyway, the contract has been signed, and it doesn't matter if these hillbillies are dead or alive.

Stopped by Grez, Gross had to swallow the second half of his words. He snorted depressedly: "I'll follow him down first, try to resist." Lord Greze, please send someone to inform my followers and get them over as soon as possible. ”

"Okay." Grace is also a cheerful person, and he agreed. He beckoned back to a young mercenary, pointed at Gross and commanded, "Summer, you take them down." But remember, he must not have an accident. ”

Summerer saluted and took the task with a solemn expression. Then he stretched out his hand and motioned for Gross and Lan Wu to follow him.

The group walked to the back. It's a courtyard that looks like a small square. In the center of the ground is a wooden plank three meters long and three meters wide. There is a chain on each side. One end was nailed to the ground, and the other end was tied to the plank.

Summerr picked up a thick chain from the ground and tugged at it. With a creak, the plank was pulled apart, revealing a damp staircase below. He threw down his chains and took the lead up the steps.

"I'm a mage...... You please. Gross got out of the way, and the righteous light followed at the end of the line. He was a little cautious. Only by attaching it to the end can you effectively stare at Lan Wu and not make any more moths.

Lan Wu smiled and led Avila and his party to follow. As soon as I walked up the steps, a faint foul smell immediately entered my nose. He rolled his eyelids. No way, that's what the sewer smells like.

In contrast, Avila and the others didn't show much disgust at the faint stench of the sewers. Compared with Lan Wu, they know better that the mission does not allow them to retreat.

As soon as he entered the sewers, Summerr looked around and then looked up and suggested, "The demons haven't invaded here yet." We can build a line of defense here. ”

Gross couldn't ask for this proposal, and immediately nodded in agreement. But Lan Wu suddenly stood up and reminded: "This is not suitable for defense. ”

Summer's face flushed. He also knows it's not a good place to defend. The terrain here is open and accessible in all directions. In case of a surging demon, these people can't resist it at all. The only good thing is that the mercenaries above can arrive as soon as possible.

"You have to follow the arrangement." Gross was in an irritable mood, and he just wanted to keep the damned soul here before his men and the mercenaries of the Grez organization arrived.

"Is this what you Rugoin did?" Lan Wu's expression was strange, and Gross was even more irritable.

"We don't have to take any chances." Gross naturally heard the sarcasm in Lan Wu's words, and had to explain it out loud.

"If you're afraid of danger, you should stay on it." Flora was not afraid of Gross, sneered, and finally spat fiercely, fully expressing the disdain in her heart.

Gross was on fire. But Summer, the young mercenary, couldn't bear to be humiliated by a Rogge. He resolutely took out his spear and took the lead in walking towards the sewer in front of him: "The last news I got is that the demons are gathering in this direction. ”

"Let's go." Lan Wu glanced at Gross, ignored him, lit the torch, and beckoned Avila and the others to follow.

Gross was really angry. This Summerer couldn't be provoked and fell into a bad deed. This is clearly the heart of this faint soul. But he can't, if he doesn't keep an eye on this soul, he will have to make some big mess.

The truth was beyond Lan Wu's imagination. As soon as he walked about fifty meters, there was a cacophony of footsteps and the crunch of bones grinding in the darkness.

"Burning skeletons." Hearing the sound of footsteps in the darkness, Summer's spear raised his spear and shouted, "Beware of the burning archers of death." ”

Before the words fell, only a soft sound could be heard. A flash of fire flew from the darkness ahead. Lan Wu's pupils shrank suddenly. Long-range attacks, this kind of dark environment, long-range attacks are not easy to deal with.

With another bowstring sound, Flora drew her bow and shot an arrow of flaming fire. In a few moments, two flaming arrows collided together and exploded.

The heat wave hit, and Lan Wu suddenly felt his skin hot. He was secretly amazed. This burning death archer does a lot more damage than Flora's flaming arrows.

Just as he was thinking, the footsteps were getting closer and closer, and in the dim light of the fire, a skeletal archer covered in fiery red came out of the darkness.

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