The leopard man crouched down in a corner of the gloomy lumber mill. On one side of him is a warehouse, and on the other side is the former busiest cooperage of the slaughterhouse. The ground in between was littered with broken hoops, slats, and plates.

He had just had a good meal, regained some strength, and even got a pot of brandy in a warehouse guard's hut. The general took out the flask, moistened his lips, and took two sips. The last time he woke up was twelve years ago, and it was because he was in a hurry to carry out a mission, so he didn't have a good drink and get drunk.

Today he would have killed a lot of people, but killing did not occupy his consciousness. The desire to live took over his body and mind more deeply than brutality. His brutality came quickly and violently, but the feeling of thirst that would occur like that of a rescued drowning man was now deep in the depths of his psyche, and there was no end in sight.

"We must escape from King's Landing," the leopard man thought to himself. In addition to his unmatched speed, this raider has some other abilities. By drinking blood, he can not only replenish his physical strength, but also obtain some memories of the blood owner.

So, after drinking the blood of the stevedores, the trade winds, the guards, and a few Usang merchants, he had an idea of his current situation. Although he didn't want to believe it at all, the memories of those people told him without exception that the emperor had died more than ten years ago. And this city, which the Ramsay people call "King's Landing", is the end of the emperor's hegemony.

"The emperor is not dead, otherwise I would not have been resurrected," the leopard man thought firmly, "but now I must escape." ”

Sitting on top of a discarded barrel of blubber, he rested and scrutinized his place. From the memories he had acquired, he had to sort out the various paths and the information about the walls he was going to climb next.

When he heard the man's voice, he stood up and slowly took a step forward. A few people walked into the warehouse next to him, and through the gaps in the corners of the walls, the leopard man squinted his eyes and looked in.

A few dark shadows, uncharacteristically devoid of them—what appeared to be five men engaged in a slightly heated conversation with three gnome cargo keepers.

However, it was not long before the verbal exchange between the two sides was terminated, and they began to engage in a conversation with weapons. The five men in the dark brown burqa, without warning, lifted their burqas almost simultaneously.

They pulled out five well-wound crossbows and shot the three dwarf custodians in front of them. The three dwarf dwarfs fell in response, silently on top of the layer of cinders that lay on the floor.

The leopard man felt a thirst stir in his body. He gasped, then exhaled a large breath that smelled of brandy. The general couldn't help but admonish himself, "This is the last time." After thinking about it, his leopard-like cheeks bloomed into a hideous smile, "Five prey, five times the fun." ”

The breeze blows with the smell of salty seawater, and there is no one at the corner of this warehouse and the factory. A sturdy figure quickly climbed the wall and crept silently on the iron ceiling of the warehouse.

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Outside the slaughterhouse, three teams belonging to the King's Landing Public Security Department have been assembled. Their commanders are a Goliath Warmaniac, an Orc Wolf Rider, and a Grey Dwarf Overseer. The core strength of these three teams is made up of elite warriors of the same race as their captains. They had assembled here to block any traffic between this private dock and the entire city of King's Landing.

Because this area is under the jurisdiction of Fezak, when formulating the plan of action, the orc wolf rider and more than 200 Du Fall warriors under his command will be the main force to fight against the robber generals. The other two vigilantes were merely their supporters, tasked with suppressing disobedient trade winds, as well as demolishing buildings that stood in the way of fighting.

"Little cubs, sweep this place with me!" Fezak roared in orc language, and all members of his family roared along with him, and the dire wolf under their crotch let out a cruel howl.

Immediately afterward, more than a hundred orc wolves poured into the entrance. They formed groups of three and rode dire wolves down the trails, and pounced on the entire slaughterhouse as if they were fishing with a net.

Looking at the high-spirited old partner, as a Goliath war maniac, Broken Bear Head couldn't help laughing.

He is the captain of the First Operational Team of the Public Security Bureau, and in addition to his own warriors, he has dozens of camel warriors and polar bears under his command. In the past, the polar bears had long been unhappy with this commercial area where whales were slaughtered. He was now in good shape to make good on the promise he had made to his men - "Tear down all those whale product processing factories for me!"

With Goliath's command, each had to have two ordinary Ramsey human stacked on top of each other, and the warriors were instantly excited. Armed with heavy hammers or tomahawks and wearing thick armor, they marched in orderly steps to the "illegal buildings" that had long been demarcated.

The last to act was the Grey Dwarf Overseer named Hasker. He was originally one of Bartow's xenomercenaries under Quest's command. After the Abyss participated in the establishment of Traction City, some of the Grey Dwarves, including Hasker, were chosen by the desert elf Brach to become law enforcement officers like Fezak and Shattered Bears.

Originally, Hasker was not the chief of the Grey Dwarves. It's just that in a certain operation to capture spies in the traction city, the Hasker and their chieftain were unfortunately killed, so the Hasker, who was originally an overseer, was promoted to the position and became the new leader of the Gray Dwarf forces.

In light of his predecessor's lessons, his style of action has become very cautious, and the perimeter under his command is full of spies from all races. Prior to the operation, he had been told by two U-sang spies lurking in the Yayoi Chamber of Commerce that the Trade Winds Chamber of Commerce had a secret passage that led to the outside of the slaughterhouse, and that the starting point of that secret passage was an emergency command center of the Chamber of Commerce.

After the operation began, none of his gray dwarves rushed into the docks. They all took out the tools they had with them: a short staff of enchanted steel twisted with a chain and a dented barb at one end.

The gray dwarves spliced together the steel staff to form a long stick that was more than a dozen feet long, activating the magic on it and then squeezing it deep into the ground. By spinning around and inspecting the soil underground, they can tell if there's any soil that doesn't belong in the dock area, which is close to the sea and has too much moisture to dig tunnels. So for that tunnel to be excavated, it must have been padded with some waterproof material.

They are now going to find that "rat hole" of the Trade Winds Chamber of Commerce!