The decision was made in his heart. Although Lord Rosalin said that there was a secret passage in the castle leading to the port, Brando did not need any secret passage at all. He took the layout map of the port from the knight, glanced at it at random, remembered the topography of the main entrance and exit, and returned the drawing.
After declining Lord Rosalin’s request for coordinated dispatch of troops, he entrusted Huang Huo to the care of former Grand Duke Antobreau, Frank. The little girl was quiet and did not mean anything, but her expressions seemed a little different. Willingly.
"Mr. Targus," he thought for a moment, then turned around and said to the vampire: "Now I need you to do me a favor. You now go to the Pirate Bay to let your ship go to sea, and blockade the area near Rosalin. In the sea, since you usually pretend to be pirates, you probably won’t lack weapons on board, right?"
Targus glanced at Instaron, knowing that he might have to help with this task. He nodded. It is almost impossible to block the port of Rosalin by relying on two clippers. Although this port can be considered remote in the Wagtail Strait, it has the throughput of at least dozens of ships, including fishing boats, on weekdays—but now thanks to Lord Rosalin’s port closure order, it may not be impossible to try it.
What's more, Brando didn't expect Madara's two-masted sailboats to block the ghost wagons, as long as they could drag each other at sea. At this moment, he knew the layout of the port area and kept all the main entrances and exits in mind, but he was still worried that the other party would have escape routes that he didn't know.
After all, even Madara has a back road near here. Will the ghost cars that are more deeply entrenched in this area have no preparations for them
After making all preparations, he came to Instaron. The latter was taken aback by him. Of course he knew what Brando was going to do. The other party asked Targus to leave alone and would definitely leave him behind. hostage.
But what he cares about is not this, but—"Don't, stop! I have flying boots!" Instaron's face changed wildly, and he quickly raised his hand to prevent Brando from approaching.
"That's too slow." Brando shook his head regretfully, and directly picked up the guy's back collar, and said: "Offended, Mr. Instaron."
"No, I don't need this apology, put me down, damn, you can't make a dark nobleman so embarrassed!"
Targus looked up and watched silently as his colleague and Brando disappeared into the air. Then he turned his head back to say goodbye to Frank, Huang Huo and others, and then turned around without saying a word. Leave.
"It turned out to be a big bat." Frank pouted his lips as he watched Targus's movements.
"Why did Mr. Boban say this?" Huang Huo withdrew his gaze from the southeast with some care-there was exactly where the harbor in Rosalin was.
"Only these guys will maintain a polite attitude towards the enemy. They have always been the longest in the history of the dark nobles. This attitude is also due to the sense of superiority." Frank replied, and he looked back. Said to Huang Huo, "Call me Frank, little girl."
"Hello, Mr. Frank."
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This afternoon, many residents of Rosalin heard terrifying screams passing through the air, but Instalong finally closed his mouth when he was in the sky near the port area. It wasn't that he cared about the overall situation, but because he knew that if he didn't shut up, the bastard who was carrying himself around Rosalind would shut up for himself.
This kind of embarrassment is enough once. This Mr. Black Lord never wants his reputation to be'famous' in the history of Madara in this way.
Brando was indeed satisfied with this guy's knowledge and interest. He landed close to the port area and landed between a piece of shed outside the port area. It's not that he doesn't have invisibility spells. There are many similar blindfolds in the elemental low-level spells, but he doesn't think his crappy magic ability can deceive the extreme existence in the ghost car, so he landed ahead of time.
Anyway, with his current ability, traveling on the ground is actually no more troublesome than in the sky, it was just to save trouble before.
He first threw down the Future Star of Madara in his hand, and the latter screamed, expressing great dissatisfaction with his behavior of forcibly unloading guests.
However, Brando ignored this. If the Lord Black of Madara, whose dignified elements manifested his strength, could be smashed to death at a height of less than three meters, then the kingdom of the dead moon is estimated to be over.
The latter saw Brando ignore him, so he got up and patted the gray on his body and complained in a low voice, and then began to complain that his clothes were crumpled, the shape of his head was messed up, and the makeup on his face was too. It was spent—what an intolerable thing this was for a dark nobleman.
Brando was looking at the surroundings of the place where he landed, and found that the shanty area here should be the place where the workers on the dock lived. It was in the evening, and it was the time when the workers went home after a busy day, but There are not many adult men in this shanty area, only some ragged women and children looked at them, these two uninvited guests from the sky with some fear.
A few children who were chasing stopped watching them with some alertness, and immediately some women ran out of the nearby shed and dragged them back.
Instaron watched this scene and stopped: "It doesn't look very good, Lord Lord."
"What do you think?" Brando turned his head. He knew how this guy was, and he had proven his genius more than once in history.
"Well..." Instaron lowered his head and looked at his crumpled shirt with some regret: "This dress was given to me by His Majesty the Emperor. I haven't worn it for long..."
Brando suddenly became angry: "I don't know that your supreme still has this hobby."
"Your Majesty is always sympathetic to your subordinates," he probably also felt that his excuse was a bit unreliable, and added: "Your Excellency, you should understand that the dark nobles have always paid great attention to their appearance."
"Really, why don't I know about this, Roval's liches never seem to wear clothes, so that some scholars think that they are a bit depraved—"
"Ahem, that's an example, my lord, look at Targus..."
"Mr. Targus is a noble vampire."
"Well, in fact, I am also longing for the style of those old nobles..." Instaron's two black holes, the beating soul fire couldn't help feeling a little bitter.
Brando certainly knows that this guy is actually only indirectly expressing his dissatisfaction with his previous behavior. Although his current relationship with Instaron and Targus is a bit subtle, the two sides cannot be called an alliance. It may be more appropriate to say that it is an opponent, but He occupies an absolute dominant position, and the opponent dare not act rashly.
But he also understood that he couldn't push these two guys into a situation where he jumped over the wall-the stubborn and stubborn Targus was better, especially the guy in front of him, who knew what conspiracy was going on in his mind.
He hoped that Mr. Black Lord could save the thoughts in his mind to the realm of eternal death instead of making trouble for him here, so he glanced at the other party and replied: "This time, not as an example. "
"Ha, great, are you serious?"
"If you don't encounter such a situation next time."
"Martha is here, what's the difference between this and not saying?"
"As long as you can keep up with me?"
"I can't keep up."
"Then I won't discuss this with you, next time I will bring Mr. Targus."
"make a deal!"
Instalong decisively betrayed his colleague. Targus, far away in The Pirate Bay, was sneezing several times at this time, but the latter rubbed his nose, raised his head expressionlessly, and took The calculation is not at all concerned.
He was used to it anyway.
Instaron glanced around at the surrounding shed and replied to Brando: "It looks like the people in the ghost car have blocked the port. This shows that they are well prepared, Mr. Earl."
"You think so too?" Brando asked.
"They obviously don't trust the Lord Rosalin as much as they thought. Judging from their cooperation, they are indeed so. Even if they did not expect that Lord Lord will turn to the battle, I am afraid that he and his gang are considered crappy. The knight can't stop you, it's too easy for you to ask something from those people. They are obviously not hard-core heroes—"
Brando thought for a while, and felt that Instarron had no problem with his analysis. He nodded and said, "They expected us to be at the pier?"
"It can only be said that fortunately we didn't follow that secret path. I think Lord Rosalin's so-called'secret path' is only kept secret from his knights, poor fellow." The evaluation shook his head.
"Then they blocked the port area, and even the people inside were not allowed to come out, because we were afraid that we knew what was going on inside?" Brando asked again.
"It's possible, but I think it's a bit too aggressive. They may do this to cover up certain things. There are many people in the port area, but what must be done in an open place?"
"Ritual," Brando understood immediately: "It seems that they are ready for a trap."
"I think so, do you have a way to deal with it?" Instaron asked. He actually wanted to say that if you are not sure about it, you should give Odyssey and the sword of the earth to me to help you keep it. NS. But when this word came to the end, it became: "If we are not sure, let's let Targus drive the ship outside the port and attack from the outer port, right?"
"That's not necessary." Brando shook his head disdainfully: "Just leave this trick to me."
"Um?"
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