In the unknown secret room, Margaret was limp and curled up.

has been caught for a long time, although her eyes have been covered and she has not seen the light, but the female werewolf's perception is still sensitive, and she clearly knows that at least two days have passed, and she has been transferred back and forth many times. It's just that because she was restricted by the powerful venom that paralyzed her body, she was never able to move, or even make a sound, so she had to passively wait for the opportunity to get out of the predicament.

In the other corner of the chamber, a slender figure with three pairs of oval fly wings and covered in fine golden scales kept a firm eye on its prey, never shifting its gaze.

"How is she?"

Suddenly, the secret door on one side opened, and another burly and muscular tall man strode in, also covered in armor, with a rebellious flying dragon head on his chest, and a pair of sharp dragon claws on his shoulders that shimmered with a dark luster, but the armor had faded, revealing a hideous face that was half human and half lizard.

"Everything works." The flywing figure didn't look back, and said directly, his voice revealing a little weak.

"That's good." The dragon armor man nodded and smiled with satisfaction: "We have to stay here for a few more days to see if any 'fish' are baited." Be careful, don't really hurt or starve her, the 'nobleman' is named. ”

"I know." The flywing figure replied flatly.

"Yes."

Without saying much, the dragon armor man retreated again, the secret door was closed, and the room was dark again, only a pair of blue eyes were always shining.

At the same time, Moriarty approached Petrograd at high speed, but before reaching the finish line, he disembodied himself as an ordinary wandering warrior and entered the capital of the province of Gelug by land.

Petrograd is the core domain of Count Silvet of Glory and the home of the Blood Banner Brigade. There are also strong people in the extreme way to guard it. As a matter of course, the Tatarian mercenaries who kidnapped Margaret should not have chosen to hide in such a well-guarded location.

Unless Silvet is also involved as an accomplice, or is Barbarossa's side hoping to provoke a full-scale conflict between the Duke of Midamoa and the Count of Glory?

While pondering, Moriarty took advantage of the morning light to enter Petrograd among a large group of orcs entering the city.

Unlike Wolfsburg, Petrograd is clearly much more "open". For a fee of a few coppers, any foreign bimon can enter the city freely. But don't let that make sure Petrograd is a place of mixed chaos, for the long string of air-dried heads hanging from the tall stone towers has been unmistakably told to all. The only fate for anyone who dares to cause trouble here is to become one of these skeletons, whimpering in the violent wind for a long time.

Stopping, Moriarty took a closer look at the massive provincial capital, searching for clues that might lead to Margaret.

At such a close range, search spells such as "Soul Catcher" cannot be further located, and can only rely on "artificial" little carpet touching. However, the crowd in the city and the large moose caravans that passed left and right from time to time were quite disturbing, and at the same time, with the strong Bimon close to the left, Moriarty could not unscrupulously deploy his mental power to cover the area.

"Go away. Don't stay on the street! Make way for the caravan behind! ”

At this moment, the same voice remembered on a street corner not far away. Moriarty was stunned for a moment, then looked away to see a barbarian with a withered branch in his mouth, lazily scolding a few big-eared monsters who were sitting motionless in the middle of the road for some reason. Behind him, a team of fierce Beamon immediately stepped forward and banished the big-eared monster to the side with a punch and kick, and the whole road was normal again.

"It's him, Valyosha, the once leader of the savage totem."

The memory of any priest is outstanding. Moriarty immediately recognized this "old friend" and couldn't help but light up his eyes.

A farewell for many years. The former leader of the bandits in the wasteland has been transformed into a mid-level officer of the Blood Banner Brigade, and his strength has grown to level eight. The only thing that remains unchanged is its seemingly relaxed but actually ruthless personality and its little habit of chewing bitter branches.

After dealing with the bastards blocking the road, Valyosha continued to lead the team on patrol.

Unconsciously, an unfamiliar figure suddenly blended into the patrol, but those Beamon soldiers only noticed it, as if the person walking among them was a comrade-in-arms. And Valyosha also felt a blur for a while. As if being dragged by some invisible thin line, he began to involuntarily follow an irresistible route and start a new patrol.

"Get out of the way!"

"Go to the side of the street!"

"Don't move!"

Like the most selfless and industrious city managers, Valyosha's team almost swept Petrograd for most of the day. Even the other patrols were puzzled when they saw the stern-looking barbarians and other Bimon warriors: was it just a routine sweep of the streets, as if it were a search for fugitives?

Finally. After sweeping the circle with all their might, Valyosha's team finally slowed down on the edge of the slave market west of the city. At the same time, one of the figures in the team frowned and whispered to the bewildered Valyosha.

It turned out that behind this slave market was Silvet's youngest son, who was both powerful and deep-seated, almost monopolizing the slave trade in Grew Province, and was also an important source of wealth for the Count of Glory.

In order to prevent slaves from escaping or rioting in the market, the guards were so tightly guarded that it could almost be seen as a small circle of Petrograd city defenses. Naturally, Valyosha also did not have the right to lead people to break in directly, at most he could only patrol around.

"Okay, after a hard day, everyone can go back to the camp and rest."

After pausing outside the market for a moment, Moriarty smiled and commanded.

Valyosha and the whole patrol turned and walked away without glancing at the other man, as if the man had never been seen before.

When the Beamons were gone, Moriarty also bowed down, leaned into the corner of the wooden fence of the slave market, and took a deep breath.

“… Sure enough, a slight but unique bitter almond flavor... This is the unique smell of the swamp wyvern gonad... Heh..."

Finally, exhaling the turbid breath in his chest, Moriarty finally smiled.

As a branch of the pseudo-dragons, the Wyvern is arguably one of the overlords of the Tartaglia Marshes. With its poisonous ambergris and razor-sharp claws, it is only inferior to Hydra, commonly known as the hydra.

Now, thousands of miles away from the Everglades, there are traces of a two-legged wyvern, and there is no doubt that it should be the Tatalia mercenary powerhouse who kidnapped Margaret.

Through the gap between the wooden fences, Moriarty looked at the noisy and roaring slave market, but did not move for a moment. The other party will choose to hide here, obviously intending to take advantage of the special geographical advantages of the local area as a dependence. As long as someone forcibly breaks in, it will definitely alarm the guards, and will immediately summon other strong people to besiege it. At that time, the strong men of Tartaglia will launch another sneak attack, or kill both sides, and Midamoya and Silvet will immediately form a great enmity.

He watched carefully for a long time, until it was dark, and then Moriarty quietly retreated.

Gradually, as soon as the lights came on, the torches in the corridors of the Earl's Court were lit one by one, and the room was lit with arm-thick oil wax, which was unusually bright.

In the ballroom, Silvet, who is over fifty years old, stands tall like a lion.

On either side of the long table in front of him sat his seven sons, most of whom had fierce breaths, all of them with tigers and bears, and the weakest were also middle-level Beamon soldiers.

As for the many wives and concubines and daughters of the earl, they had no right to serve at the table, and were "banished" to the side of the small hall according to custom, and were not qualified to participate in the "table discussion".

This is the style of the oldest Beamon family, which is extremely patriarchal, and even only sees women as reproductive tools.

In contrast, Midamoya can be called doted on by his two daughters.

"The opening of Yinglieshan is just around the corner, and the life-and-death battle between the prince and the duke is about to begin. In the near future, security patrols in Petrograd and Gelug provinces should be intensified, so as not to let some scum who are ready to make a move take advantage of the loopholes. ”

After swallowing a whole whole roasted beef leg in a few sips, and drinking a golden cup full of strong vermouth, the Count touched his wine-stained thick beard, and half-roared, until the room was "buzzing".

"Yes, Father! The Blood Flag Brigade is fully equipped, and if something happens, it can immediately attack and kill! ”

Immediately, Silvet's eldest son, Andrei, stood up violently.

He is also one of the lieutenants of the brigade, and he has even reached the twelfth level of bloodthirsty barbarian combat power, and is deeply trusted by the earl.

"Excellent! Whoever dares to make trouble in my territory will be killed! ”

As the only glorious count of the duke, Silvette was qualified enough to make such a murderous declaration. Immediately, all the sons in the restaurant stood up and made a promise. What's more, as if excited by some invisible force in the duke's words, his blood boiled directly, and he actually roared and smashed the entire table in front of him.

Seeing this, Silvet not only did not feel sorry, but laughed appreciatively.

But at this moment, a loud explosion suddenly sounded outside the hall. The shockwave even broke through the cloister and directly broke through the hidden door, blowing out half of the candles in the restaurant.

Before the earl's father and son could react, "Boom...", there were many explosions in a row. Some of them are near the Earl's Court on the left, while others are farther away, judging by the direction, they are the direction of the Blood Flag Brigade's station.

"Who is it!? Who would dare to attack my mansion!? Find him for me, catch him, I'm going to tear it apart with my own hands, and drink its blood!" ”

As if receiving the loudest slap in the face, Count Silvette was furious, and his originally huge body directly became a giant five meters tall. At the same time, a large blood-colored aura had already surfaced under his feet. Illuminated by the aura, the seven sons in the restaurant also rose up one by one, their eyes were bloodshot, and their breath was tyrannical. (To be continued......)