John exhaled and rubbed his palms.

It seems that I want to feel the temperature of life. It's a pity that all that accompanies him is the coldness of a dead man.

Suddenly, he looked out of the study window, and in the dark night there were no stars to be seen, let alone the moon, and at this moment, the world seemed to return to ancient times, ruled by darkness, and extremely close to the world of Hades.

"There are more and more rats who don't have long memories."

The flickering candlelight reflected John's sneer, and Sen's cold and hoarse voice looked extremely eerie.

It's like a fairy tale about the fallen aristocrats who studied black magic in the Middle Ages.

Cardiff Castle is a precious historical relic in the eyes of outsiders, so the security system is extremely perfect, there are often security guards patrolling the night, and the interior is also equipped with high-tech anti-theft facilities such as alarm bells and infrared rays, and once triggered, the police station will also sound the alarm at the same time.

Unfortunately, no one knew that John had been living here for several years.

You can be said to be aware of your surroundings.

In particular, he is also a magician.

The importance of the 'workshop' to the magician is self-evident, and he began to build his own secret workshop as early as when he moved in. It is only today that this great project has really been completed.

It's not that he's clumsy and inefficient, it's that the feat of the mysterious man yesterday is truly astounding.

Silently broke into the castle and stood behind him like a ghost.

Just thinking about it makes John chill all over his body, it's terrifying.

As soon as the man left, John began to inspect the enchantment around the castle, trying to figure out what was wrong.

At the end of the day. Nothing was wrong.

In the face of this unexpected result, John not only did not breathe a sigh of relief, but felt a chill in his heart.

Although he couldn't think of a reason, John felt that he had to do something about it, or he couldn't feel at ease.

So, he started to get busy again.

Forty hours of continuous non-stop work, although the defense system has been thoroughly perfected, but after this crazy modification, the strength of the system has been forcibly increased by a level.

Today, Cardiff Castle is a 'magic fortress'.

Maybe it was John's luck that came. He was going to take a break when he was done. Unexpectedly, the defense system was triggered, and the other party did not go deep out of temptation, and hurriedly withdrew when he saw that the situation was wrong.

Needless to say, the intruder is definitely a magician.

Otherwise, ordinary people are already dead and can't die anymore.

"Came once during the day. Come back in the evening. Who's the guinea pig? "While feeling disdain for the strength of the invaders. John was annoyed.

He felt insulted.

If the mysterious man who calls himself 'Nerathotep' invades the castle, it doesn't matter, after all, the power is there. Even letting Knight do it won't help.

In this regard, John could only accept his fate.

But this time it was only a group of magicians who invaded the castle.

There are three levels of fortifications in total, which are several roads leading to the castle, the grass outside the castle, and the interior of the castle.

The group of people spent three or four hours still wandering around the intersection below the castle, and their strength can be imagined.

Of course, this is just John's personal opinion.

"I swear I'll never eat fish again!"

Many of the magicians of [Misterine] complained.

The reaction of his subordinates, Andre naturally knew that in normal times, a few swear words definitely did not run, [Mistrince] is an old association that ranks among the top few in the UK's comprehensive strength, how can it be said that it is so unambitious as a very small number of elites?

But now the situation is different.

The scene in front of him made his scalp a little numb even when he saw it himself, not to mention that his subordinates were not as strong as him.

To be honest, it's good not to have your legs limping and slumping to the ground.

"It is said that in the early seventeenth century, the Alchemist's Lane in Prague during the golden age often had swamps that no one had ever seen before, and I think this was the swamp." Andrei said in a deep voice.

Bing Nan led the team to Cardiff to support, and his momentum has been greatly improved, so some people mentioned that they came to explore the road or something.

Although he was deflated during the day, everyone didn't care.

Because it was only a test of the scouts, and the strength and manpower were hard injuries, it was normal for them to fail.

However, since the other party has been discovered, there is no need to continue the temptation.

The bosses of more than a dozen associations have gathered their own men, and even the government has sent troops to completely close the surrounding roads to the public.

The crowd split up and tried to kill or capture the enemy as much as possible.

There were several routes to the castle, and André was in charge of one of them.

He was accompanied by three other associations.

Although the overall strength is not as good as [Mistetin], if something happens, it can still help.

But now, Andrei has thrown away this idea.

The good road turned into a swamp, and even the trees on the side of the road covered it, and there was no breakthrough at all.

If it's just an ordinary swamp, it's nothing, the key is that there are monsters in the swamp, a magic fish that is more terrifying than a piranha, it can jump four or five meters high in one breath, good guy, not only land domination, but also the airspace is blocked.

The art of flying sounds tacky, but not many people really know it.

Because it takes talent.

Otherwise, no matter how hard you try, at most it will be used as a 'bouncing technique'.

Andrei was annoyed, if only [Mistetine] could have a decent witch.

There were dozens of people present, and there were people who knew some flying techniques, but they couldn't stay in the air for a long time.

"Commander-in-Chief Andrei, what now?" At this time, several association bosses surrounded him, looking at him one by one, hoping to hear a good idea from the mouth of this respected old marshal.

Andrei glanced at them angrily, in order to compete for the leadership of the team, he was annoyed when he listened to it in a weird way, what? Remembering him now?

seemed to feel Andrei's dissatisfaction, several association bosses laughed, they were also old fritters, how could they not guess where Andrei's dissatisfaction came from, so they began to pat their chests one by one to show their loyalty.

In short, it is a sentence: whoever disobeys you will be pumped, provided that you can come up with a solution.

Andre almost scolded in anger, these people are so disgusting, they know how to make trouble for him, dare to show him a charter, otherwise it will be his fault? Still don't dump him? Okay, if you don't shake it, you won't shake it, and I'm too lazy to bird you.

"All of them, retreat."

Andre grinned at them, and before they could understand what the smile meant, he shouted at the top of his voice, and then turned away without saying a word.

Anyway, there is time, he doesn't want to lose his elite here, he wants to go up to you.

Several association bosses looked at each other, their faces were ugly, and they all snorted coldly, and they all led their men to retreat. What about dissatisfaction? Together, they can't beat [Mistetin].

There's no point in staying.

It was one of the top masterpieces of alchemy.

Either hire a professional, or ruin this large swamp in one fell swoop.

It's hard to say, even a first-class alchemist can't take this swamp. (To be continued......)