The night was dark, and the mist was rising.

Coventry's main street is still bustling with people and buzzing. Although the costume parade and vaudeville show are over, the night of the carnival is still unslept, with all the shops selling food and liquor syrup packed with customers, and the aroma of barbecue mixed with the smell of tobacco and spirits is simply mesmerizing. On the counters of some shops, vats of decanting soup were arranged, made of saffron and laurel bark, and in the corners of the square, overturned wine glasses were trampled by countless feet, either in pieces or deflated like metal pancakes.

If it weren't for the all-night party, infiltrating the city-state of Coventry, which is firmly under the control of the Thornflower family, would have been a headache for even the most astute spies.

Generations of patriarchs of the Thorn Flower family have different personalities and behaviors, but they all have meticulous, cautious, and almost neurotic minds, and have trained eyeliner to cover every alley, every square, and every hotel.

The gates of Coventry's outer city are rarely closed unless the desert barbarians are attacking, and travelers, wanderers, merchants, beggars, and even barbarian mercenaries with status insignia can enter the city for a copper thorn coin.

However, none of these people can escape the Thornflower family's intelligence network, and if they stay to themselves, they will find that Coventry seems to be extremely free, lacking order, with bustling shops and only a handful of sheriffs armed with clubs and leather shields patrolling the streets.

But if it's the other way around, when the spies or spies who come in try to spread rumors, create conflict, or approach the inner city, they will always be surprised to find that the Coventry City Guard appears in such a timely and accurate manner that it is as if there are invisible eyes watching the city all the time.

But at least tonight, the eyes were briefly closed.

Wearing a black ** female mask and a wide robe to cover the winged armor, Cana Enlais walked vigorously down the central street that runs through Coventry City. Within fifty meters of her, five Hydra Guardians were dressed as different identities, either looking for a drunk, singing or munching, all pretending to enjoy a night of revelry.

On both sides of Central Street, the roofs of several buildings have been taken over by heavily bribed hooligan ruffians. Most of these guys are mixed-race barbarians from the slums, with only women and spirits in their eyes, and they can pull out knives and fight to the death for a small profit.

The Thorn Flower family's intelligence network is all over the city, but for these little people who wander the streets, the monitoring is far from enough. Rogue ruffians can't do much of a thing, and the spies of the city-states of Minnesota also approve of this, and the excuse of bribing these people is to create a little riot, but what is delivered to them is a lot of fiery glue sealed in crystal bottles.

These hooligans had no idea that if the rescue was not timely, they would have enough fiery glue in their hands to burn down half of Coventry. All they knew was chatting and drinking, and while they looked at a corner of the street below, until the corner flashed a signal light, they slammed the jar in their hands downward.

In their opinion, the plan was so simple, the jar contained the alchemical potion that emitted smoke, and it was easy to create a riot. The next step was to find an opportunity to sneak back into the slums and wait for the connector to bring in a generous final payment.

Renchenko, pretending to be drunk, shook up, approached Cana Enlais, laughed loudly as if teasingly, and covered his companion's communication technique.

"The Iron Master has left the City Lord's Mansion, escorted by a team of guard knights, and the Iron Master is in the middle of the team. ”

"The entourage found the mentor-level molten gold warrior mentioned in the intelligence, and a pharmacist of unknown rank. ”

"The target is approaching, there are still about 500 meters to go, and it is expected to enter the ambush zone in five minutes. ”

"Target Temporarily Stops Moving......

"Target turn, go to another block, please indicate. ”

Llenchenko cursed and slammed the wine jar in his hand on the ground, "What went wrong? This is the only way from the City Lord's Mansion to the Apothecary Guild, why did the Iron Master turn to the other direction?" he glared at Gana Enlais through gritted teeth, "Is your people exposed?"

Gana Enlais's sense of loss is even heavier than that of Lenchenko, because she is the head of the operation, and of course she has to bear a heavier responsibility when she fails. But life is like this, you can enjoy the joy of success, but also be able to accept the consequences of failure.

"Accountability can wait until it is safe to evacuate. The tone of the Blackwing Reaper was not particularly cold, but it made Renchenko involuntarily shudder, swallowing back all the foul language that followed.

"Snakes and birds can't go the same way, woman, take your little birds first. Renchenko made a look of disdain, pouted and said, "When you leave, I will send a signal and create a riot according to the original plan, so that we can ......"

A very special sense of crisis hit his heart, and Renchenko subconsciously turned around and looked in the direction where the sense of crisis came. Before he could turn around, Cana Enlais ripped off the witch's robe that concealed his identity, and the black giant sword slid out of the sheath with a sonorous sound, and the blade pointed straight at the vast night sky.

"What's going on......" Renchenko's shout was interrupted by a fierce metallic clash. Cana Enlais leaped forward, black metal wings spread out behind her, and with the help of the floating power brought by the flying wing armor, the black giant sword swung out a chilling sword light from the bottom to the top. The sword light collided with an invisible barrier in mid-air, and the strong wind that erupted made Gana Enlais sink and almost lose his balance.

"Hmm, what a perceptive little sister. A soft and beautiful voice sounded from overhead, "Sister, I was actually discovered by you." But what is the next thing to do, how is the little sister going to solve it?"

The words fell, followed by a sound like a crystal exploding, and the invisible barrier that had been heavily damaged by the sword light suddenly cracked, and countless fine Xiaoice crystals scattered like sharp needle blades, and a life-grabbing rain of death fell within a range of tens of meters.

Screams erupted, and people who were partying in the streets fell to the ground, ice crystals piercing coats, skin, muscles, and bones, creating horrific and fatal penetrating wounds. The ice crystals seemed to have magical power, and even the sturdy studded leather armor was cut like parchment, and at both ends of the street, several sheriffs lay in pools of blood, their clutched iron-tipped wooden clubs falling to the ground and rolling with a gurgling motion.

The change was so quick that even a few of the Hydra Guardians were slightly injured, with only Gana Enlais and Renchenko unscathed. The former snapped its wings together, its ice crystal blades clanging against the metal feathers, while the latter roared and folded his hands, and a violent storm rose and swirled around his body, forming a tornado that twisted like a gray pillar.

"Tsk, the response is not bad, but it's too late. The soft and beautiful voice commented, and there was no taste of praise in the tone, "Although there is a new batch of guests, there is not much difference, the feast of fire, let's start the prelude!"

A dazzling light burst from the shadows of the streets, setting off an even deadlier riot. More than a dozen canisters wrapped in incendiary cloth strips were thrown from the tops of the buildings on either side and fell to the ground, bursting like ripe fruit.

However, the fruit does not emit a sharp scream like a demon escaped, nor does it bloom with red, orange, and yellow light, accompanied by billowing smoke, and hot flames rise into the air. The people around them fled in panic, and the slightest touch turned into a burning torch, whether it was rolling on the ground or dousing it with cold water, it could not stop the flames from burning.

Hoarse screams came from all directions, and what had been a sea of joy a moment ago had now turned into a living hell on earth. The ruffians who had caused this tragedy were already stunned, exchanging glances of fear and remorse, not noticing the baskets stacked behind them, and the many dots of light emerging from the translucent jars that had not yet been thrown.

"It's disgusting! Our plan has been exploited!" Renchenko shouted at the absolutely correct, but well-known thing, and then gave the absolutely wrong, revealing order, "Hydra, break out separately!"

Gana Enlais begins to wonder which of his stupid teammates or his unexpected betrayal is more destructive. There is only one thing that can be determined, and that is that when the fire started, the plan to hold the Iron Master hostage had completely failed, and the rift between the Thorn Flower family and the Hydra family could no longer be repaired. She will then face rebuke and punishment from Viscount Hydra, only if she succeeds in escaping the angry city-state.

With nearly 100 metres of streets plunged into raging fires, warning bells rang over Coventry. The twelve alchemical towers on the outer city wall responded instantly, and pale blue light shot out from the top of the towers, converging over Coventry, shaped like the umbrella bones of a giant umbrella. Then the umbrella bones resonated with each other, and the translucent pale blue barrier that enveloped the city opened.

This is an important means of protection for the city-state of Coventry to stand tall in the western frontier of the empire, second only to the beacon guard, which is the highest level of alert. The strength of this pale blue barrier is equivalent to the repulsive shield of a mentor-level molten gold warrior, but relying on the magic energy pools of the twelve alchemy towers, the durability is beyond the reach of manpower.

Merlin Avery, who was hurrying out of the city under the escort of a whole team of guardian knights, stopped and looked at the huge barrier in the air, his face involuntarily showing an expression of admiration and surprise.

"Is this the famous blue wall of the city-state of Coventry? It looks so imposing that it can withstand the desert barbarians for hundreds of years. ”

"What is this, if the Thorn Flower Family turns on the beacon fire protection, then it is called a magnificent and inexplicable. The young adventurer, who had just reported to Avery, wiped his nose and shook his head with a grin, "With my dragon von Derrick's sharp-toothed cat nickname as proof, none of the strangers who came to Coventry to make trouble can escape." The Thorn Flower Family's intelligence network is not for rice!"