Picor looked boredly at the wasteland in front of him, and yawned profusely, where was the energetic appearance he had just been. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Of course, this is not because he is really sleepy, but simply because he is not in the same group as the lovely Miss Julie.

He had always expected that Captain Bartlett would place Miss Julie in the camp, but he was disappointed by the morning arrangement. The old man, who didn't know how to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade, actually let such a lovely and weak girl follow him to the dark underground. If something goes wrong, it's a loss for men all over the world.

Picor, who was already fascinated by this lovely young lady, was deeply unhappy about this.

It's just that he really didn't have the courage to resist the will of the regiment leader, otherwise he wouldn't have secretly complained at this time, lamenting the injustice of fate. Instead, when the regimental commander announced the decision earlier, he loudly objected.

In the lament that "it's too late", he looked around at the demons wandering in the distance.

This area is indeed abnormal.

After three days of observation, he came to the same conclusion as Captain Bartlett.

Because even though he had used his mental image to disguise the entire investigation camp, the number of attacks by demons in the vicinity was already too small, and even the outlying areas were slightly inferior.

This made him think of the latest anomaly, and the thought suddenly came to his mind that there might be someone else hiding in this vicinity.

The thought startled Picole himself, but as he continued to think about it, he felt more and more that it might be possible.

Someone is deliberately cleaning up the demons in this area.

But why?

To protect them?

Piccol, who is not very optimistic, immediately threw the idea out of his mind when he came up with it.

"How is this possible?" the sentinel, who had guessed the truth, suddenly despised himself, thinking to himself that the Grand Duke was now in a worrying situation, and where could he be sent to protect them.

However, just as he shook his head, two unusual breezes suddenly blew past his ears.

"Who!?"

Picole let out a loud shout, and suddenly turned around and looked back at the camp within the wall, his eyes turning from the original lazy to extremely sharp at this moment. Ordinary people may not think that such a breeze is different, but he is extremely confident in his eyesight. Just now, he vaguely felt a black figure in the breeze.

"Picole, what's wrong?" said Charlie under the wall, picking up his sword.

"I just saw someone coming in. Picole kept an eye on the inside of the camp, trying to find any clues, but to his disappointment, there was no trace left on the entire empty camp, not even the sand that could be sprinkled on the ground, and no new footprints were revealed.

"What did you say?" Charlie immediately turned his head around as Walker began to carefully examine the conditions inside each tent.

"There are no one else but us. After searching the entire camp, Charlie hesitated and asked, "Picole, could it be that you are mistaken?"

"I couldn't be mistaken. Picole frowned and asked Reese, "Uncle Reese, don't you have any traces over there?" ”

"No, I've searched for it, and I really didn't find any figures. Reese frowned as much as he said this.

"It's impossible, I saw a black shadow just now. Picole emphasized: "The camp is so big. How could you not find it?"

"Could it be that when you were just distracted, a bird named Julie flew past against your face, that's why you're so suspicious? Walker quipped.

"Mr. Walker. Picor gritted his teeth and said, "There are no birds in the Purgatory Wasteland!"

As soon as his words fell, a sharp strange cry suddenly sounded in the sky, and an extremely rare black-red demon bird roared by.

Looking at the back of this strange bird leaving, Picolton felt the corners of his mouth twitch, and emphasized viciously: "At least there are no normal birds!"

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"I didn't expect that sentry to look like a child, and his eyesight was so good. ”

Break into the camp with Phil and jump into the pit, Ian, clinging to the stone wall, secretly empty. It was he who was noticed by the other party just now.

"Don't underestimate anyone. Fei'er said softly on the side: "Even some inconspicuous small characters, in some aspects, may have talents and talents that are unimaginable to ordinary people. ”

"Okay, so what now?" Ian asked, "None of us knew there was such a passage here, and heckly it was lit. ”

"It's a crystal lamp. Phil said, "There are fragments of active crystals in this underground facility. ”

"Source Crystal Fragments?"

"It's the crystals that wrap around the fire, and the fragments that form after they break apart. Because of long-term contact with the fire, it has incorporated a lot of energy, but this energy is not as eternal as the source crystal. ”

"Thanks to this thing, I'm afraid it's hard to hide in this kind of place. ”

"We split the road. Fei'er said, "You follow them and protect them, and I'll go to the other side to investigate." ”

"So I'm going to continue impersonating you?" Ian asked, with emotion. Although the people of the Black Balance Society already knew that they were just disciples of the Sword Saint, in the cognition of ordinary civilians in the Northern Regions, the Black Sword Saint was still only the only one.

"It's not a pretence, you're already a real Juggernaut. The black-haired girl deliberately emphasized.

"But I'm not you. Ian rolled his eyes, "Phil, why do you always want to push me to the front of the stage, but hide your own existence." ”

In fact, Ian was extremely disgusted by the girl's approach. Or many people think it's extremely fun to pretend to be a strong person to scare people, but Ian himself doesn't like to impersonate other people's identities. And the girl's behavior always gives him a bad premonition.

Of course, this is not because he thinks that the girl will be unfavorable to him, but because he feels as if she is about to disappear, so he takes advantage of the last time to turn everyone's perception of the Sword Master in his direction, and entrust everything to him.

"It's true that you're not me, but you're also the Black Sword Saint. Phil said domineeringly but resolutely, "Ian, help me protect them." ”

Ian frowned, this was the girl's attempt to forcibly cut off the topic. But he couldn't do anything about it, when the girl didn't want to say it, no matter how hard he forced her, he couldn't let her speak, and he could only rely on his own observation to deduce the truth of what she had done.

"Looks like I'm going to have to be an imposter for a while. Ian let out a soft sigh and leapt into the tunnel. Without making another sound, he drifted like a ghost in the direction of the mission.

Fei'er, who had also fallen into the passage, glanced at Ian's back, turned around, and began to walk in the opposite direction. (To be continued.) )