There was no need to look back, just the smell of sulfur in the air told Jason what had happened.
explode!
An unprecedented explosion!
An explosion that directly shredded Taoer's 'Dark Guardians'!
The carriage stopped again.
Jason and Peters stood on the roof of the carriage and looked at Tao Er.
The small half of Taoer was turned into ruins!
The explosion point was in the center, and the energy released in an instant turned into a huge shock wave, turning the city center of Taoer into ruins. From the perspective of Jason, Taoer at this moment seemed to be a flower. It looks like a weird flower, with ugly petals and hideous stamens.
Just looking at it is extremely uncomfortable.
Jason's face was quite ugly.
Not because of the embarrassment of just guessing wrong.
but...
The degree of danger of the 'Renaissance Society' made Jason more cautious.
A conformist enemy is not scary.
Terrifyingly, this enemy has learned to change!
Moreover, it has changed in an unimaginable way!
Jason can be sure that before this explosion, no one would have thought that the 'Renaissance Society' would use explosives.
Because of this, they had a perfect victory.
Evacuating ordinary people in a city is difficult, but under the premise of adequate preparation, it is not difficult for the 'mysterious side'.
But it is quite difficult to completely destroy a team of guards on the 'mysterious side', and each of them is not weak.
Because these guards are not only familiar with the 'mysterious side', but also must cooperate very tacitly. If the situation is not right, they will definitely escape. Even if they kill a few, there will be more escape.
Unless a trap is set up, and the number and strength of the attacker has an absolute advantage.
But what kind of trap is more suitable than the explosives just now
Effortless, simple, and direct.
"How, how...how could this be..."
Peters murmured absently.
His hand involuntarily stroked the hilt of his dagger, and his whole body was trembling.
Peters has mixed feelings about the 'Renaissance'.
On the one hand, he does not agree with the radical approach of the 'Renaissance Society'.
On the other hand, he agrees with the "Renaissance Society" insisting on "tradition" and insisting on cold weapons and bare hands.
But now...
The 'Renaissance Society' also used gunpowder!
The last piece of persistence in Peters' heart also began to collapse.
"Sure enough, 'old guys' like you and I should retire from the stage of the times."
Touching the familiar hilt, Peters thought silently in his heart.
However, not now.
Peters has not forgotten his commitment as a 'driver'.
Although it is only used to disguise one's identity, a promise is a promise and will not change.
"Mr. Jason, we need to leave as soon as possible."
"The annihilation of Taoer's 'Dark Guardian' will definitely make the Federation make a big move."
"If you are entangled by them, you will definitely not be able to reach Hans Harbor before the 26th."
Peters reminded.
Jason nodded immediately and returned to the car.
He won't refute the fact that it's about to happen.
In Jason's mind, he had already imagined how turbulent the situation would be in the days to come.
Not only Tower, but nearby towns will definitely be surrounded by many federal investigators.
After thinking for a while, Jason said directly:
"Peters, bypass the nearby towns..."
Speaking of this, Jason paused for a moment, his cautious character came into play again, making him unconsciously want to expand the scope of this bypass, and immediately, Jason made a decision.
"Bypass Rob as well, let's go further to resupply."
"Yes, sir."
Peters is in favor of the decision.
If it wasn't for insufficient supplies and the carriage was not his, Peters even hoped that Jason would give up the carriage and walk with him to the 'Hans' harbor from a more remote place.
From evening to dawn, and then to the next afternoon.
The carriage drove all the way, bypassing all the towns in the direction of Taoer.
Peters finally slowed down as the carriage approached Rob's range.
It wasn't that Peters didn't want to bypass Rob directly, but that the two horses pulling the cart were too tired, and if they ran any further, they might die of exhaustion on the spot.
Jumping off the driver's seat, Peters raised his hand to caress the exhausted horses, and massaged them with special techniques to eliminate fatigue. At the same time, he began to feed the horses with good bean cakes. In front of the horses, let them drink as soon as they bow their heads.
The horse sticks out its tongue to lick the clear water.
During this process, Peters has been carrying two buckets of water.
There is a trace of tenderness in the eyes.
It was a natural love of animals.
After the two horses had eaten and drunk enough to rest, Peters knocked on the door of the carriage.
Boom, boom, boom.
Hearing the sound, Jason put down the book, opened the door and walked down.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Jason."
"I concealed my identity before."
As soon as Jason got out of the carriage, Peters couldn't wait to talk. Jason didn't speak, and listened to Peters' narration quietly.
"I'm from the genre 'Cat Hole', as Hume said, and I've inherited the moniker of 'Black Cat'."
"Hume, it's the young man you saw at the Shire's before."
"He is my younger brother. I don't know when he joined the 'Renaissance Society'."
Mentioning Hume, Peters' tone was full of worry.
He was unwilling to admit in his heart that Hume knew about the final big bang, because it betrayed Hume's words and deeds all along, and it was a deception to him.
However, he wanted Hume to know, because only then was Hume safe.
Otherwise, with Hume's temper, there would definitely be trouble.
And the 'Renaissance Society' will not show mercy to the troublemakers.
After breathing several times, Peters suppressed the worries in his heart and brought the topic back:
"As you know, the establishment of the Federation has made all genres a thing of the past."
"Under the range of countless cannons, the glory of the past is annihilated."
"The only thing left is 'Griffon'."
"Or, 'Griffon' is the winner."
"After all, the current federation is called the 'Griffin Federation'."
Having said that, Peters smiled wryly.
The tone that followed was even more desolate.
"We should have thought a long time ago that when the 'Griffin' defeated the only master of the genre era, they had already obtained a key victory chip. However, no one was willing to give up the rights and wealth at that time."
"In the end, the war broke out."
"'Cat Cave', 'Bear Tower', 'Wolf Fort', 'Snake Cave', 'Eagle Cliff', 'Tiger Mountain' and other genres have all perished."
"At least… "
"On the face of it."
"Most people did die under the artillery, but a small number of people are still alive. Some of them, like me, hid their identities, and some gathered together to form the 'Revival Association'!"
Referring to the founding of the 'Renaissance Council', Peters fell silent.
When he spoke again, it was no longer telling, but asking.
"Can I ask you a question?"