The wind in the sky carried the rain from all directions, and the tremendous force it carried was as uncomfortable as a knife blowing.

At the same time, the rock Pegasus under him was cold, and the saddle that extended to fix his body was also hard and tight, which made Duke Grant on horseback feel very uncomfortable.

In particular, the brown hair of the demon hunter in front of him had been scattered with the wind blowing around him, and it was constantly harassing his eyes and nose at this time, because it was too long, no matter how much he tilted his head, he couldn't completely avoid it.

With the strength of the wind, he raised his hand and touched a blood-colored fist medal on the leather armor on his chest, and a warmth flowed through his body, which made him feel much better.

Then he looked at the small earth below him, and shouted to the witcher in front of him, "Where are we going?" ”

The Duke's voice was faintly muffled by the fierce wind howling around him, but the five-sensed witcher heard it clearly.

"Inni Heights, the Tower of Silver." The witcher replied briefly.

His words were not disturbed by the rumors, and it was clear that he possessed some kind of supernatural ability to communicate secretly.

"Why not Neham?" Duke Grant asked again.

Neam was very close to the Camboray family manor they had escaped, and it was normal to avoid the more fish-men that might exist next, because there were not only a large number of ecclesiastical transcendents in a city, but also the corresponding holy relics.

"Neam is not safe."

The Demon Hunter replied, "The Guardian Relic there has already been used by the Bishop this year, and it cannot be opened again. ”

Duke Grant was stunned by this, but in retrospect he remembered that the Bishop of Rhodes had had been tried on a large scale in Neham, and he was displeased to hear it because it seemed so outrageous.

"You're the witcher of Neham?"

He asked instead, because this is something that most people should not understand.

The witcher nodded.

"How did the church in Neam know about the Sea Clan's actions?"

"We received a letter with some anomalies written on it."

"Whose letter?"

"Father Bernie of Mace Island."

The name made Duke Grant feel a little stunned.

Although he had visited the priest yesterday, he had not long since left.

The two sides are not familiar with each other, and how did the other party know that they would be assassinated?

Is it just a few signs on the surface?

There must be something else going on......

Duke Grant thought to himself, but he was glad that he had visited the young priest out of curiosity, otherwise it would have been difficult for him to survive the banquet without any precautions.

The thought that he had disemboweled the little mermaid with only one step away from the banquet made Duke Grant feel a palpitation, and then annoyed.

However, this feeling did not last, as the Rock Pegasus, who was supposed to be running steadily in the air, suddenly stopped, and he felt the muscles of the witcher in front of him tense suddenly.

This was obviously a special circumstance, as a duke, Grant was not an ordinary person, so after feeling it for a moment, he looked directly at the sky above his head.

The height of the rocky Pegasus was not low, and when he looked up, the gray and gloomy sky above seemed like a sheet of linen close at hand, hazy and rough as the rain continued to fall.

In this haze, he saw some narrow tentacles wriggling from the inside of the dark clouds overhead, and among the rippling clouds, it was faintly visible that the roots of the tentacles were translucent objects that slowly wandered in the clouds.

His face was solemn because of this.

……

The situation in the sky has changed, and a long lurking is taking place beneath the land of Neuham.

The rain crashed on the surface of the street and made a loud noise, and when the sound came through the thick layer of earth, it was like a thunderstorm in the distance.

The ugly blue-skinned fish-men were now in a dirty, narrow sewer somewhere in Nessam, quietly listening to the noise outside, and they didn't make any sound except for breathing, and seemed very quiet.

However, the environment in which they are located is not very peaceful.

The sound of water and droplets seemed to be everywhere, and from time to time there was a sound of something swimming in the sewage of the sewer.

The upper part of the fish people was exposed, and the lower half of their bodies were soaked in a viscous liquid mixed with various sewage, and although their faces were not very good, no one complained.

They've been lurking here for a while, just waiting for the right moment to rush to the sewer exit not far away, and then smash into the human city.

In fact, it's not just the sewers they're in, but there are also fish-people lurking in some of the key areas of Neuham.

This lurking is cautious and cautious, crawling through the sewer exits through the human scouts, enduring the choking smell without making too much movement, and even more enduring the body aches and hunger that breed from staying still for a long time.

In such a situation, the lower half of the lower body of some of the first fish-men who arrived here was even soaked in gray, and their skin seemed to be wrinkled.

But they don't complain.

War is about to start, and before long, they will rush forward to kill without any fear, devour their favorite human cubs, and even vent all their current frustration.

A short hibernation is just for a more rapid outburst.

That's what the fish people think, and that's how they prepare.

However, when a piece of news came through a special method, their belief was immediately dispelled, and the tall cyan fish-man at the head roared in spite of the covert.

"Retreat? We've been soaked in human waste for so long, and you say you're going to retreat!? ”

The object of his roar was also a fish-man, wearing a linen cloak, short stature, large eyes, and a little weak compared to his surroundings.

But at this time, in the face of the anger of the leader of the fishmen, he was very calm.

"The operation at Cambore Manor failed,"

It said: "The enemy is not coming towards us as planned, and it is useless to ambush any longer. ”

"Didn't you say the target was most likely to come to the city!"

"Humans are always fickle, and who can fully figure out what's going on in their heads?"

"Then let's go up and kill it!"

The leader of the fishmen slapped the water next to him irritably: "We've been holding it for so long, we can't just forget it!" ”

"The city is not our target."

The dwarf fish-man turned his head sideways to avoid the splash of liquid and said calmly, "Our target is Duke Grant." ”

"All human beings should be our goal!"

"You can say this to the elders."

The leader of the fishmen was speechless, and after taking a big breath for a long time, he suddenly turned his head and scolded the many fishman soldiers who were rioting behind him, and then he asked in an unwilling tone, "Where to retreat?" Back to the tribe? ”

"Let's go to Hammer Island." The dwarf fish-man replied.

"Why Hammer Island?"

"After the failure of the operation on the Canbore estate, the most likely place of refuge for the target is Neuham, followed by other cities deep on land."

"We took into account that the target might run back inland to avoid the sea," said the dwarf fishman. So this inevitably happened, and there were already a few Heavenly Realm jellyfish in ambush staring at him. ”

"If the target doesn't want to be cursed by the jellyfish, he needs to hide in a human city protected by the relics of the Terran Church as soon as possible, and the closest city to his location, apart from Neam, is Hull Town on Macehammer Island."

The dwarf fish-man said, an ugly toad's face smiling, "But we also have arrangements in Hulltown, and once the target is there, he can't go out again." ”

"What can this be? Can we still attack? ”

The leader of the fish-people said incomprehensibly, "Hammer Island is not far from the other human islands, and they are quick to help. ”

"Trust me, we're only going to get Hammer Island faster."

The dwarf fish-man confidently replied, "It's not a city to defend, and the people there don't have time to prepare for war." ”