"Sewers?"

There was a faint evil aura wafting from the city of Jina, which was very obvious in Tang Ze's eyes, and the aura turned several times, and finally disappeared into the sewer entrance on the edge.

Maybe that's how the smell came from, but with such an obvious clue, the priests and soldiers of Jina City should not ignore it. Any resident who is familiar with the taste has the ability to point out this clue. However, the soldiers of Jina City are still scurrying around like flies without a head.

"It's their infighting, it's hard to say whether it's a monster or not."

"Traces of breath have been cleaned up."

The aura of evil is very weak, and it is already the limit if it can be captured, and it is impossible to unravel any additional clues from it.

However, it is easy to guess that there must be a black force in the city of Jina, and they are closely related to this mysterious monster that has mysteriously disappeared, and without their help, the priests and soldiers would have already begun to clean the sewer area.

"Master, this place..."

Lv30's Dark Gold Scarab [Nail Poison] has something to say, and the intention is actually obvious.

The so-called black forces, the so-called monster disasters, can all be handed over to it to solve.

Uncover the rats hidden beneath the city and everything about the city will be clear, and on this premise, its ruler will embark on a brutal conquest that it has hoped for.

"There's no hurry."

Tang Ze waved his hand, and now he was very patient.

In fact, it was easy for him to take down this Jina City, and in his own case, the Demon Wand, the Moon Evil Sanctuary, the Demon True Body, etc., any skill could bring a devastating blow to the humans in the city.

If you don't want to do it yourself, Lv30's [Nail Poison] can also kill Jina City in a few minutes, with rivers of blood and piles of bones.

Again, without absolute confidence in the capture of the entire Aranok region, including Ru Gain, he probably would not have launched a major offensive. At best, they are quietly replacing some human forces, controlling entire cities through their hands.

If the black forces in Jina City can't be supported, or if they have a strong intention to resist, then Tang Ze will consider controlling the city lords of Jina City, the priests of the church, etc., and corrupt their minds.

All in all, he's still looking forward to the guys hiding in the sewers, and it's fun for him too.

"Actually, I'm more interested in their plans."

Tang Ze raised his head slightly, and the azure sky dome came into view, "Such a big city, operating normally, and with perfect public security, what kind of methods will they take to destroy it, or even seize it?" ”

"Their intelligence can't be compared to yours."

[A Poison] wanted to refute, but he was a little weak, and he held back for a long time to say this.

Tang Ze didn't say much, wisdom and strength, like it, can be accumulated and enhanced through continuous learning, and only by maintaining this state of accumulation can he continue to improve, which has become a habit for him.

···

The city of Jina, inside the earthen house.

"The smell of blood is strong, but it's just floating in the air..."

Philon observed the room, there was a lot of dust, there were pitch-black blood scabs in some places, the blood stains on the floor were dark red, and after sweeping away the dust, the shiny of the floor was obvious, as if it had been wiped.

Try to imagine that humans are standing in dirty, dusty mud huts, then brutally murdered by monsters and collapsed on a brand new floor, which is both bizarre and comical.

Maybe it was the soldiers who cleaned up the house while they were disposing of it?

But Philon looked closely, believing that the floor had been wiped before the blood had been spilled.

There was a lot of magic in this world that could make dust and remove a piece of the wall, but he couldn't make things stale over time, and despite the cover-up, he noticed something was wrong.

This apparently abandoned earthen hut may have been visited and the traces were disposed of.

Subsequently, the blood was no longer fresh, and the smell of the fish was also affecting the senses, and the corpse had long since been disposed of and removed, and there was nothing left in the room to investigate except for a few scratches.

He walked out of the earthen house, came down the steps, and stood in front of the white-robed woman, Jeans.

"I think I understand what you want to test, my tolerance for stench and dust, right?"

Philan flicked the dust off his body casually, joking, "With all due respect, Lady Jeans, an inconsequential earthen house doesn't allow me to show my professionalism, I at least need a fresh corpse, a scene where no one disturbs, and an environment where I can think quietly." ”

Jeans narrowed her eyes and smiled, very charming, and she turned away, motioning for Philen to follow her.

"What you're going to see today, right at night, every night people are killed, sometimes civilians, sometimes believers, and soldiers."

"Looks like I've earned your trust?"

"Half of it, if you don't do anything before dawn, your head will be hung at the gates tomorrow."

Speaking of this, Jeans glanced back at Firen and said meaningfully, "Just like those who were killed by monsters, if it really happens, I will sympathize with your plight, Mr. Ranger." ”

She led Philon to a place to stay, a plain wooden hut, from which a few tall soldiers came out and saluted Jeans.

"You rest here first, and I'll come back to you."

As soon as he finished speaking, and before Fei Lun could speak, the tall soldiers forcibly and almost escorted him into the wooden house.

Boom! The door was shut.

It was a cosy private room, but the fly in the ointment was that there were no windows, and his weapons had been taken away by the brutal soldiers.

"What does she want to do, or is it what she wants to tell me?"

Philen was thoughtful, and his intuition told him that Zens had hints at him, and that he began to look for clues in the single room, but as it turned out, he was overthinking.

It's just inexplicable.

If the monster doesn't come out to kill tonight, the blockade of Jina City will continue, and then he himself will probably be hung outside the city walls.

Of course, if the monster appears, he can use it to show off his skills, win Jean's trust, and then get some of the information he wants.

"Waiting is a test of will."

Philon muttered to himself, sat on the spot, and closed his eyes.

Time passed quickly, from the sunset on the Vosar Plains to the pastoral fruit trees in the cold autumn, about half of his career as a ranger, and the sky in reality was approaching dusk, and sparse starlight could be seen at the end of the sky.

Philen opened his eyes, and the green light flashed, he had not yet received the order from Tang Ze, and then he had to act according to his own judgment.

"It feels like it's going to be a bad twilight."

Thinking of the smell of blood in his earthen house, Philon shook his head, having a bad premonition.

At this moment, there was a cacophony of voices outside the door, dense movements, the impact of heavy objects, the shouts of soldiers, the resonance of gold and iron, and the dumping of things.

"I hope the hunch doesn't come true."

Philun's face sank, he took a deep breath, and slammed into the wooden door like a lion, and the strong force slammed the door open, just in time to meet two soldiers with swords.

The two soldiers glanced at Philon in surprise, and quickly turned their heads and rushed downstairs, their boots treading the wooden steps.

"It's fine."

Firen's tense legs relaxed, and it was no easy task to face the two strong soldiers with his bare hands, and he quickly found a room on the second floor based on his mysterious connection to the weapon, slammed the door open, and saw rows of box shelves on which his weapon was placed.

"This is, the pantry."

The smell of food filled the air, and the box contained hydration bags and dry bread, and Philon took the opportunity to stuff a little into his arms.

Rumble! Rumble!

There was a violent tremor downstairs, and the entire storage room shook, and the sound of the explosion seemed to be mixed with the screams of soldiers.

Feeling anxious, Philon flashed out of the storage room, lowered himself, and poked his head out to the first floor.

Eight wooden tables and sixteen chairs were staggered, most of them broken or crushed, blood-stained sawdust littered everywhere, and at least five soldiers lay in pools of blood. The gate on the left was already on fire, bright yellow flames were emitting black smoke, and the stone-gray wall had been blasted out of a large hole, and some soldiers were struggling and rolling around the big hole.

The creepy chewing sound echoed through the cabin.

Following the sound of his gaze, Philon narrowed his eyes, and he noticed a tall black shadow in the flames, revealing half of its charred body, with huge palms and sharp teeth, like a mutated and swollen dog.

Judging by the ease with which it chewed on a soldier's corpse, the flames did little damage to it.

Ho, ho.

The hideous head peeked out of the fire, and the fiery red eyes scanned the rest of the panicked and struggling soldiers, and then, as if sensing something, he suddenly looked up and met Philon's eyes.

Rage, scorching, terrible.

"Damn it!"

Philon's back was cold, and he hurriedly retracted his head, grabbed the weapon beside him and rolled to another staircase.

Knock knock, knock knock, the sound of a heavy object hitting the ground, accompanied by a slight vibration. Don't think about it, Philen must have chased after the behemoth below.

Click! The sound of something breaking.

Philon ran as fast as he could, and the steps down the stairs were close at hand, but the wooden pillars on the second floor were swept away by the monster's claws, and the entire wooden steps on the second floor began to fall towards the burning gate. He lost his balance in an instant, sliding from one end of the wooden hallway to the other, like he was on a slide.

"Damn!"

Philon shouted and drew his sword, the blade of which was inserted into the plank, clutching the hilt of the sword in an attempt to stop the fall.

Click, click, finally stuck.

But this pose is like being on the edge of a cliff.

Some sparks spilled under his crotch, feeling the burning heat in his back, and Philon didn't look back, but he had no doubt that the monster had opened its bloody mouth at this moment, just waiting for him to fall in.

The muscles of his arm squirmed, and with his physical fitness, with just one more second, he could step on the hilt of his sword, draw his weapon, and leap to another seemingly unattainable step to complete this set of smooth maneuvers.

Before he could make a move, there was a sound of wind in his ears, with pitch-black coarse hair, and the enlarged version of the four-fingered giant hand grabbed his lower body and pulled it down from the top of the wooden steps.

It's over, he said it silently in his heart.

The next moment he may have his head bitten off, but it doesn't.

The monster let out a terrible roar like a wild bear, and the rage it blew into sparks that filled the walls, and then it raised its hammer-like hands and smashed several soldiers at its feet into meatloaf, splattering blood with blood.

Knock knock, knock knock.

The soldiers were easily smashed into the ground, and blood flowed into the sinking pits, into the cracks in the ground.

Then, it threw out the usurped Philon in his hand and slammed it into the blood-splattered stone-gray wall opposite, with a bang, the rubble splashed, the smoke and dust kicked up, and Philon felt like his body was falling apart, his vision was blurred, and he kept coughing.

If it weren't for the weak force that Tang Ze left in his body to protect, I am afraid that he would have fallen to death directly.

Rattle, Philon rolled to the ground, trying to keep his eyes open, the tall black shadow standing in the flames seemed to shrink, and in a matter of seconds, it turned into a human silhouette.

It's a pity that because of the impact just now, his vision is still blurry, and he can't see the other party's appearance clearly.

There was only the sound of flames burning and the crackling of sparks, and time seemed to freeze at this moment.

Slowly, slowly, Philon's vision became clearer, and the voices in his ears were not as noisy as before.

"Mr. Ranger."

A soft and pleasant sound, with a familiar feel.

“···”

Philun's eyes widened in disbelief, tilting his head, looking at the red.*** man who slowly walked out of the flames, brown hair hanging from his shawl, brown eyes with a little fiery red, and a bewitching and beautiful face.

It is worth mentioning that Jean's figure is also first-class, and even now, it is difficult for Philen to connect the perfect woman in front of him with the ugly and hideous monster before.

Jeans approached unscrupulously, not minding Philen's constantly moving gaze, and she even leaned down and put her face close to Philen, smiling.

"You seem to be hiding some secret, Mr. Ranger."

Snow-white, slender fingertips ran from the stubble of Philon's chin to the side of his lips, "Can you tell me?" ”

Immediately, Philen realized that Jeans had his sights on him.

At first, he noticed that Gens had a monster aura on his body, and wanted to use it to get Gens's attention and enter Jina City, but in fact, the process was too smooth, and it was a little strange.

The test in that hut was a means for Jeans to let his guard down, and at the same time to observe him more closely.

What a cunning monster!

So what exactly is Gens eyeing him?

It was undoubtedly the power that Tang Ze left in his body, which was originally intended to facilitate the issuance of instructions, but was exhausted in the collision just now.

"I, I don't understand what you're talking about, Miss Jeans."

Fei Lun was so nervous that he didn't even notice that he had changed his title from "lady" to "miss" with some intimacy, he swallowed his saliva and pretended to be stupid: "What was that monster just now, and how did it disappear?" ”

"I like your humor, Mr. Ranger."

Qin Si pursed his red lips, his eyes were charming, and he gently hooked his arm around Philen's neck, exhaling like a lan, "So I'll give you another chance." ”

"One last time."

The next moment, the beautiful brown eyes were filled with a ferocious fiery red, extremely cold, just like the previous monster eyes, terrifying, and hideous.