Chapter 142 The Fleeing Poet

Yago followed the man in front, maybe it should be called a girl? "Crow Song"

Southern Arabella urban agglomeration.

While following the other party, he thought about what the overlapping misty figures represented.

He recalled that when he entered the book world for the second time, that is, in the story of "Crow Song", he appeared in the form of consciousness possession.

The overlapping figure in front of him may represent that the other person appeared in this story world through possession.

The gray mist, which is similar to the fog presented by the surrounding people and the fog, should be possessed.

And the fog shadow of the girl inside it, the fog shadow with gray star points on the head with a gradient halo of green and purple, should be the main body.

Just when Yago was thinking, the other party stopped.

"arrive."

Looking at the crowded square and the villain performing a drama in the distance, Yago thought to himself.

However, the other party did not continue to move forward, but turned and walked along the street, bypassing the crowd.

"Do you want to go around?"

Yago followed behind the opponent, thinking in his heart.

However, he guessed wrong.

The other party's destination is a clock tower.

A tall bell tower.

This made Yago feel a little puzzled. After all, he entered the ruined temple for the first time through the bell tower. As long as it was related to the bell tower, he had to think about it.

However, this clock tower did not show anything special in Yago's vision.

Except for the possible involvement of the Black Bell Church, the bell tower is not a special building. The churches of various churches will have a towering bell tower, and many large areas, such as the city hall and the ship port, will also have a towering bell tower. , Some squares and the like will also have a clock tower building in front of the square.

The clock tower in front of you inherits the typical steampunk style of Arabella, as if it is a mix of Victorian and Gothic architecture.

A thick square tower stands on the ground, with rib-shaped flying buttresses on both sides, and a pointed top is specially made on the top to create a towering and thin feeling.

The person who didn't know whether it was a man or a girl looked up at the clock dial hanging on the top of the tower, and then walked into the clock tower with the door open.

Yago followed immediately.

In the hazy fog, this tall and thin man stepped up the spiral staircase.

Yago followed closely behind, stepping up the hazy foggy stairs quickly in the darkness.

Following the other party all the way to the top of the tower, after reaching the top of the huge wall clock, Yago found that the other party was standing there like this.

Holding on to the dark yellow fence beside him, the man kept facing forward, or facing downward, scanning the square.

Yago stood not far from him, experiencing the feeling similar to that of little Betty.

"Are you looking for something?"

Yago thought, and also looked towards the square below.

However, in his line of sight, there was a pool of wriggling mist, and the specific shape could not be distinguished at all.

Vision!

Yago visualized the combination of the eyes and the mist, and activated the spiritual vision familiarly.

In the line of sight, there were only clusters of hazy and foggy scenery, but the lines and corners were outlined.

Only in the vision of black, white and gray, men and women whose bodies are surrounded by mist are walking in the square below.

But that's all.

Other than that it's not clear at all.

He glanced at the person beside him. This man with brown hair and brown eyes was scanning the scenery below seriously.

At this moment, the man suddenly whispered to himself:

"The one with the crow, is that it?"

Looking at the subtitles that appeared in front of him, Yago raised his eyebrows:

"Found it? Can you see clearly? Is your eyesight so good?"

The other party's performance made him envious.

This vision, 5.0 can't do it.

However, immediately, the next sentence appeared in an unintelligible language:

"No, he's going to run away."

Who is going to run? What disaster poet?

When Yago came up with this idea, he saw the other party suddenly turn around and run towards the stairs.

da da da da——

There was the continuous sound of footsteps on the stairs with hard soles.

The figure staring at the other party went down quickly, and Yago followed immediately.

among the crowd.

A man wearing a robe and cloak and a green hat with feathers on his head squeezed away the crowd around him, and quickly fled towards the outside of the square.

"Disaster is coming, disaster is coming."

The man repeated this sentence repeatedly, and the small harp that was originally carried by his waist was used by him as a tool.

With whining and cursing, he pushed through the last group of people and fled into the street.

From just now, the sense of crisis lingering in his mind made his movements seem a little flustered.

Not the danger of others, not of the troupe, but of oneself.

The danger came from behind, from the direction of the clock tower.

That dark premonition made him flee without any hesitation.

The poet turned his head and took a look, suddenly, a blurry image emerged in his mind.

The scene of two men running one after the other seems to be chasing something.

In front was a man with brown hair and brown eyes, wearing a windbreaker.

However, at this moment, in front of him, he felt another stabbing pain.

Danger lies ahead.

is another danger.

The man dressed as a poet paused, a little at a loss:

"I'm surrounded!?"

How can this be?

In his mind, such an idea emerged.

Gritting his teeth, the poet took out a puppet from his bosom, poured his spiritual mist into it, and at the same time, chanted divine words.

At the end of the chanting, he handed the puppet in his hand to the mouth of the crow standing on his shoulder, and hurriedly said:

"Go ahead."

The crow grabbed the puppet in one bite and spread its wings.

The moment the crow flew away from his body, in an instant, the mist swelled, forming a person exactly like him, running towards the direction he was running.

At the same time, the poet turned around and ran into an alley, and was about to escape from the pursuit by taking advantage of the winding alley.

However, at this moment, a figure appeared in front of him.

That is a horse.

No, it is a combination of a horse and a human, the upper body is a man in armor, and the lower body is a horse.

It has a thick body like a statue, and the copper-yellow torso is covered with various gears and transmission structures.

The moment he appeared, the centaur iron knight raised the knight spear in his hand, thinking of stabbing him.

The clockwork-like body made a heavy sound as it moved.

"Towards my chest."

The poet who had this premonition suddenly appeared in his mind, squatted down quickly, and rolled over on the spot.

boom! ! !

Accompanied by the bang, the copper-yellow knight gun left a big hole in the ground.

After tumbling, the poet took out a black bottle, pulled off the lid, and was about to throw it towards the other party.