Warlord

Chapter 495: Red Grand Duke (4)

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A few people stopped in front of a hotel. The hotel still used the buildings of the old era, but it was simply remodeled. Among them, the most conspicuous thing is the creeper that almost covers the entire hotel's outer wall, becoming a rare greenery in the Mobystone Market. A sign hangs vertically on the outer wall of the hotel entrance, with a big green tree painted on it, and a line of strange symbols underneath.

That might be writing, but it's definitely not human writing. At least with zero knowledge, it is not known which period or region used such a symbol. These symbols are very beautiful, with pictographic patterns such as "leaves" on many structures, making them look more like a picture. It is not difficult to imagine that the person who created these symbols must be a master of art.

"Green Forest. This is the name of the hotel, and at the same time, it is also our property in Georgia." Ademili briefly introduced to everyone, and gently pushed open the hotel's elm door carved with a lush ancient tree.

As soon as the door was opened, a scent mixed with flowers and grasses wafted from the lobby of the hotel. When one smelled it, one almost thought they were in a primeval forest, not a hotel in a certain market. The lobby is brightly lit, the wooden floor is waxed and smooth like a mirror, the ceiling of the lobby is covered with green vines, they naturally form some abstract pattern, and extend to the edge of the corridor leading to the depths of the hotel Hang down naturally and become a natural curtain.

The lobby was very quiet, only a few guests seemed to be inquiring about the room rate. Zero noticed that the waiter who answered patiently at the counter was a murloc humanoid like Ademili. When Ademili entered the lobby and pulled down her hood, the waiter who was rudely answering the guests' questions suddenly had his eyes lit up, and with a smile on his face, he pushed the two guests out of the hotel.

After closing the door and putting up a sign like "Closed Business", the waiter carefully locked the door, and then came to Ademili and bowed deeply: "Welcome, beautiful Miss Ademili. "

"You're welcome, please prepare a clean room for the distinguished guests behind me."

"No problem. There are still many vacant rooms in the hotel. I will prepare for a few of you right away. But before that, Miss Ademily, should I notify Balmore's chief guard of your arrival?"

Ademili said happily after hearing this, "Is Balmore here too?"

"Yes, the chief guard just arrived two days ago. He firmly believed that you would come and asked us to pay close attention. Sure enough, you are here."

"Then tell him quickly."

"Yes, miss."

After a short chat, the waiter quickly left. Ademili asked everyone to take off their cloaks and rest on the sofa in the lobby. As for the purchase of supplies, it can be left to her to take care of. After a while, the waiter brought the murloc bodyguard chief Balmo. This humanoid being, who was far taller and stronger than other murloc warriors, couldn't hide the excitement in his eyes when he saw Ademili. And when he saw Zero and other people, he showed a surprised expression.

Next, the waiter used human language to invite a few people to follow him, naturally the rooms that had been arranged for everyone. So a few people left first, leaving only Ademili and the others in the hall.

"Miss Ademily, who are those humans?" Balmer asked in a deep voice.

"Did you see that human man with black hair and golden right eye? He is the son of the planet, and because of him, I am very honored to see the will of the planet." Even though it had been several days since the excitement when he met Agladis at World Time, he was still trembling with excitement when he mentioned it at this moment.

"Planet Will? What about its position..."

"Don't worry, the will of the planet agrees with our approach very much, and let Zero agree to my invitation. Oh, yes. Zero is the child of the planet." Ademili explained simply.

Balmore also showed a smile on his face: "I didn't expect the planet's will to appear, and it would be a great thing to get its approval. In this way, everything will be much easier."

"Yeah, this way we can end this chaotic era early."

"I hope so." Balmer suddenly seemed to have thought of something, and said with a solemn expression: "By the way, we just received a message from Georgia today."

Seeing the seriousness of the chief guard, Ademili hurriedly asked, "What happened?"

"It's about Merlin, the Red Grand Duke." Balmo said in a deep voice, "It is said that Merlin left Georgia for no reason not long ago, and his whereabouts are unknown. No one knows the reason for his private departure. More importantly, he The action was not approved by Hamemis."

"How did this happen?" Ademili showed an incredulous expression: "The Red Grand Duke Merlin is the head of the altar guards. He left suddenly. Who will guard the altar?"

"That's not the point. The point is what Merlin wants to do? No matter what, Lord Hammeris wants us to pay attention to Merlin. Your Excellency seems to have some bad premonitions."

"Bad premonition? Is it aimed at Merlin? Is he going to betray us Georgia?" Ademili sighed softly, "If this is the case, then Merlin will be our most terrible enemy. Because he We know it like the back of our hands.”

Balmore can understand Ademili's worries. In Green City, Merlin is only inferior to Hamemis in terms of power and prestige. If such a character insisted on betraying Ludu, the damage would be unimaginable. And the Red Grand Duke disappeared at the critical moment when Ademili secretly traveled to invite the children of the planet, which makes people speculate about his motives.

It's no wonder why Hamemis had a bad premonition, because all this happened by coincidence.

Too much coincidence!

Just when Ademily and Balmore were worried about the Red Duke, Betsy also frowned.

The cowboy presses his hat tight so the wind won't blow away his beloved hat. Especially when he was standing on the top of the mountain at the moment, the night wind seemed so wild and strong that it made his long windbreaker flutter. Betsy looked across the mountains and landed on a valley in the distance. It was brightly lit, and there was a seductive warmth in such a cold and awe-inspiring night.

"Beauty and wine..." Betsy couldn't help but licked her lips that were chapped by the cold wind, and gently expressed her desire to be hooked by the warmth.

But he knew that there might be wine in the Mobystone market, but there might not be beautiful women. How could there be beauties who conform to the aesthetics of cowboys in that market that is entrenched by alien life.

Then again, cowboys are not without beautiful women. The red makeup not far away is like a monster, but unfortunately, for Pedefani, a pervert and a slut, Betsy really can't think of having fun with her. In the words of the cowboy, it is better to have sex with the snow beast than to think of him [sleeping] with Pedafini.

Putting away distracting thoughts in his heart, the cowboy turned his head and said to a darkness squatting on the ground like a monkey: "Are you sure your target has entered the market?"

"Of course, don't you doubt my judgment?" The clown painted with ridiculous oil paint screamed, his voice full of questioning. Jenny's self-esteem is very strong, but at the same time he is also very inferior, and he can't stand any doubt. Just like now, the rhetorical tone of Betsy's words made Jenny feel hurt, and the clown has even clasped several poisoned throwing knives.

Betsy was well aware of the temper of this colleague, and said with a headache: "Relax Jenny, I don't doubt what you mean, but we need to be more cautious."

"Well, Jenny forgives you." The clown grimaced, but finally let go of the hand holding the throwing knife, and moved to the side of the magician. It's just that Bane has become zero now, which makes Jenny feel very uncomfortable, so the clown quietly moved away a little. The person that Bane has changed now gives the clown an uncomfortable feeling.

The clown's intuition has always been accurate.

And everything that made him uncomfortable, people or otherwise, usually tore him to shreds.

"So what are we going to do?" The magician was obviously excited now: "For God's sake, whatever you want to do. Come on, Betsy, I can't help but want to try that delicious Blood. Do you know? It's delicious, like I sucked the blood pooled from my mother's neck when I slit her throat with my own hands many years ago. It's so sweet, like milk, and like poison .Whatever it is, I'm hooked."

At the end, Bane was already dancing, and his triangular eyes like a cobra king were filled with red light, which could not be concealed even by the sky and night.

"Be quiet, Ben, it's not that simple." Betsy said, looking at the flames on the other side of the mountain: "Morbystone is surrounded by mountains, and there is only one tunnel connecting them, so we can't get in. Besides, the clown said Yes, Zero and they left their own guards in the tunnel. Unless we become ghosts, we need to be surrounded by a group of soldiers and a few advanced ability users. By the way, there is also a high-level person among them. In such a situation, quietly It is basically impossible to go through the tunnel, even if we do it, we will be found as soon as we enter the market, and then Zero and they will get the news... "

"Don't you think you worry too much?" Pedafini stood up at this time, and the mountain wind blew her red dress tightly around her body, outlining a moving curve: "Since there is no way to get in, Then kill them directly. With the strength of the five of us, what kind of bullshit market is hard to defeat us?"

"Dear Fanny, it would be great if your brain was half as developed as your chest." Betsy sighed, "Leaving aside the few high-ranking people around Zero, we have no advantage in numbers. What's more, you think Is Mobystone as easy to pinch as a soft persimmon? There are dragons and snakes mixed there, and it is not surprising that there are unknown strongmen hidden. If we really stepped in like you said, can we come out alive? It's still an unknown."

"This doesn't work and that doesn't work, so what's your idea, the great ash scatterer?" Pedafini asked in a bitter tone.

Just as Betsy was about to say something, she suddenly frowned. Then a voice with a strange tone sounded from behind the five people: "I have an idea, I wonder if you are interested in hearing it?"

The wind blew, and the scarlet cloak danced. Stepping through the night, the warrior whose body was covered in the same bright red armor came with heavy steps. On the warrior's back was a heavy giant ax of the same height. One side of the ax was polished into a sharp crescent shape, and the other side was covered with bright red sawtooth. It has a very rough handle with spiral patterns carved on it.

The spiral pattern is connected to a blood groove in the middle of the axe. It is not difficult to imagine that when this evil ax hits the target, the blood of the enemy will be drawn down to the handle of the ax through the blood groove. But there is a guard on the handshake of the ax handle, which will prevent the blood of the enemy from staining the master's hand.

The whole battle ax exudes a bloody smell, especially the jagged side is so bright red that it almost makes people think that it is stained red by blood.

The warrior's body is covered with complicated armor, and the jewels inlaid on it exude a halo of energy. The halo flows from time to time through the ivy-like decorative lines between the armor. I believe it is not as simple as decoration. As he approached, all but Betsy showed hostility. And the Destroyer King Denton roared even more, and planned to pounce on it with his dark red giant sword.

"Wait, Denton." Betsy drank it, and then smiled at the soldier: "Before we make a move, why don't we hear what good ideas the red grand duke of Georgia has?"

The warrior stopped and held up his full-face helmet shaped like a tiger shark, revealing the head of a murloc. At this time, the night wind stopped for a while, and the scarlet cloak fell down. On the cloak, the altar-like pattern seemed to speak silently.