Hearing Forthth's question, Hugh hesitated for a moment and said:

"We've been discovered......"

This sentence, they just said something similar, but now repeating it, the expression is not the same meaning, before it refers to the fact that the matter of recognizing Sherman was discovered by the other party's secret protector or monitor, and now the focus is on their own choices and corresponding actions are expected or arranged by the person behind the scenes, and there is no secret at all.

This means that the opportunity that Hugh longs for may indeed appear, but there is no guessing what lies behind it.

"If we do what the person who 'message' intended, the final outcome will depend entirely on her good intentions, and we have no control over it. Hugh added from a rational point of view.

The reason why she used "she" to represent the person behind the scenes was because she thought of the sweet smell she had smelled the last time she had been with Sherman.

Furth listened quietly and nodded in agreement:

"Yes, we are too passive in this whole thing, the best option is to get out of here......"

As soon as she finished speaking, she glanced at the warehouse, opened her mouth, and added nothing.

She thought about Sherman's current situation, and suspected that "he" was in deep danger, but in the end she deliberately ignored it and did not mention it.

As far as she is concerned, Sherman is just a person who exists in Hugh's description, similar to the character in Hugh, if she has the ability to have a chance to save her, then she is willing, but if she has to take the risk of making her friend reckless and his life in danger, then she will definitely not consider it.

Hugh nodded and said:

"Okay, we'll leave now.

"However, the 'message' certainly doesn't want to see us do this, and there must be some obstruction.

"Well, in this way, we will flee from different directions, leaving that one side to choose. Whoever manages to get out of this area will immediately create a movement and attract the official extraordinary. ”

"Why don't you just make a stir here?" Furth subconsciously asked.

"This will certainly be blocked or destroyed!" Hugh gave his reasons.

Furth nodded thoughtfully:

"Makes sense.

"Alright, don't delay any longer, let's get moving. ”

Hugh didn't say anything more, clutching a triangular thorn that was so transparent that it was almost invisible, and with the cat bent over, he jumped out of hiding and ran out of the docks along the shadowy area.

The three-edged thorn was a magical item she commissioned from the "craftsmen" to make out of the dust and remnants of the ancient spirits through the Tarot Society "Hermit" lady for 500 pounds in cash, called the "Blade of Cold".

Anyone who is hit by this weapon, even if it is just touched, will fall into a frozen stiffness, and even their thoughts will not be controlled by themselves, as if they are possessed by a resentful spirit, and at the same time, once the battle continues, the enemy of the "Cold Blade" will gradually appear to slow down the rotation of thoughts and dull movements, even if they do not have direct contact with this three-edged thorn.

The negative effect of the "Cold Blade" is relatively not so terrifying, and there is only one, that is, it makes the bearer's body lose its temperature little by little, and transform in the direction of necromancy, once the inevitable time limit is exceeded, this process will not be reversed.

So, Hugh has recently become more and more fond of running or riding a fast bike as a way to produce his own calories and combat the loss of temperature.

But even so, she only increased the time interval between having to let the "Cold Blade" leave her body from 3 hours to 4 hours.

After running some distance, Hugh looked back and saw that Furth had gone through the wall, disappearing into the place where he had been hiding.

After staring for two seconds, Hugh bit his lip lightly, turned his body sharply, and changed direction.

She went straight to the warehouse!

Soon, she reached the side of her destination, but she didn't rush to the entrance, looking up and looking up, as if looking for another passage, a more hidden passage that would be less noticeable to the insiders.

At this moment, she instinctively turned her head sideways and saw a figure flash around the corner of the wall.

The figure, dressed in a black dress, with slightly curly brown hair, and light blue eyes, was none other than Furth Wall.

"Aren't you leaving?" Hugh was surprised, but did not forget to lower his voice.

Furth pursed the corners of his mouth and said:

"Aren't you running away from here, too?"

Hugh couldn't find the words to respond for a while, and after a few seconds asked:

"How did you find out?"

"You didn't even mention Sherman, it's not like you at all! I'm ready to persuade you!" Forth replied quickly.

"......" Hugh was stunned for a moment, and said with a complicated expression, "You don't need to come back." ”

Ignoring her words, Firth pressed the wall on the side of the warehouse:

"If we go on, maybe we won't have to embarrass about it, because it's over.

"Oh, I didn't even think of such a good way just now, I should have spoken directly and insisted on going with you to save people, and you will definitely dissuade you, refuse to agree, just want to act on your own, repeat the conversation a few times, and the matter will end by itself. ”

Hugh took a deep look at his friend, no longer hesitated, and stood next to her with the "cold blade" in his hand.

Foirth immediately flipped through "Lemanor's Travel Notes" to bless himself and his friend with some extraordinary effects, then put away the spellbook, grabbed Hugh's arm with one hand, and pressed it back against the wall with the other.

Hugh was waiting for the "door to open" to enter, only to find that Furth had not activated his abilities immediately.

The best-selling author took a sharp breath and said quickly:

"After entering, we first hid and observed to make sure that there was a real chance before we started.

"If we really don't have a chance, or if we don't take advantage of it, then let's get out of here, so that at least we can avenge Sherman, not be buried!

"There are all kinds of possibilities ...... alive"

Hugh nodded immediately and replied solemnly:

"Good. ”

Foirth wanted to say a few more words, but considering that it had been delayed for a while, he could not delay any longer, so he had to "open" the door of illusion, and led Hugh through the wall to behind a row of wooden boxes.

Instinctively, she crouched down and pulled out "Lemanno's Travel Notes" and flipped to one of the pages.

Hugh also rushed into the depths without recklessness, bent his back, and put his eyes into the gap between the wooden boxes, observing the situation in the empty area:

The female-looking Sherman sat on a wooden box without a hint of anger, her brown hair swaying gently as if it had been blown by the wind.

And standing in front of her was the Viscount of Stafford , the chief of the palace guard tightened his neckline, looked around for some reason, and said:

"It's a pity that you're just a witch. ”

"Don't worry, I'll let you die without a little pain, and let you be completely purified. ”

As he spoke, he pulled an item out of the inside pocket of his clothes.

Hugh used the "Interrogator" potion to improve his eyesight, and he could clearly see what the object looked like:

It is a bronze stained cross ornament with several spikes protruding from it, as if it had once penetrated someone.

Its style and characteristics are not found in the countries of the Northern Continent in the Fifth Age, showing an ancient charm.

"Good, you know it's useless to resist. Viscount Sterford said as he pressed one of the fingers holding the patina cross to one of the spikes.

His bright red blood flowed out, and was immediately absorbed by the spikes, seeping into the object.

The mottled patina on the surface of the cross began to disintegrate, rapidly peeling away, revealing the entity condensed by the light below.

In a second or two, the object held by Viscount Stafford became a glorious cross!

It emits a glow that is so pure that there is no blemish, illuminating the surrounding area exceptionally brightly.

Here, the shadows of the wooden crate quickly receded, and the dark spots caused by the walls evaporated like water.

Beside Sherman, countless spider silks that originally belonged to Triss floated up one after another, like struggling in fire, and melted away in a few clicks.

The light became brighter and brighter, but it was not dazzling at all, and black flames and pieces of crystal ice burst out of Xue Man's body.

They fade and become transparent in the light of the light, until they disappear.

Within the confines of that "glorious cross", there is not the slightest evil existence, not a trace of darkness remains!

Seeing Sherman's expression begin to distort, Hugh couldn't help but glance sideways at Firth.

She could clearly feel the horror of the "glorious cross", and she wavered about whether to save people.

Foirth also noticed what was happening over there, pointed to "Lemanor's Travel Notes", raised his left index finger, and said in Hugh's ear in a very low voice:

"There's only one chance.

"I'll try to help you create, and if it doesn't work out, or if you can't grasp it, then we'll give up. ”

Hugh didn't hesitate for a moment, and nodded solemnly.

Furth immediately straightened up and flipped the "Lemanor's Travel Notes" to a page that was browned on the surface.

This page is full of complex, distorted, and indescribable symbols and logos, which intuitively give people the feeling of a howling wind.

"Mariner" path demigod ability, "Tornado"!

After looking around again to make sure there were no other enemies, Forthth looked beyond the gap between the crates and locked onto Viscount Stafford as his fingers slid lightly over the scorched pages.

The whining sound suddenly exploded, and a hurricane visible to the naked eye rose from the feet of Viscount Stafford and rushed into the air.

The chief of the palace guard was suddenly attacked by such a terrifying attack, and he couldn't keep his balance at all, and was directly picked up by the tornado and slammed into the top of the warehouse.

Bang!

The roof of the warehouse was torn apart by the hurricane, and some collapsed down, and some swirled in the wind, getting higher and higher.

Viscount Stafford was knocked unconscious, unable to hold the "Radiant Cross" any longer, allowing it to fly out of his palm.

The spike detached from its finger with a streak of blood, and the mottled patina resurfaced the surface of the cross.

The unblemished glow vanished.

Seeing this, Hugh rushed out of hiding without hesitation, and his eyes first reflected the figure of Viscount Stafford in his eyes, and then two dazzling "lightnings" lit up.

"Psychic piercing"!