Chapter 332 Tiger and Fox

The long roar sounded again, just on the next street.

But Hotar still couldn't hear the human commotion, as if an invisible ghost had arrived in the city.

The whistling sound disappeared in a flash, and a certain emotion that had never been seen before climbed into its heart, and quickly occupied its thinking. The intense emotion almost infected the sleeping human being.

Fortunately, it restrained itself.

"Show up."

The ancient language sounded lowly from the surroundings, but it was covered up by the noise of the busy city.

Hotar was almost forced to reveal his true identity, but it only took a moment to think and determined a terrible fact - the reptile was deceiving it, and he actually knew how to use wisdom.

Why did Hotal show up? If the other party really discovered it, they should have given it a head-on blow instead of communicating hypocritically like now.

The unspeakable, suppressed noise continued. It didn't dare to confirm its guesses, nor did it dare to let go of the second sight at this time and use its supernatural ability to confirm certain things.

If it had the opportunity to take action, it would have already started a new tampering, affecting the mortal nations with greater chaos in order to build its new kingdom of God.

Now it can't do anything. Once it shows up, it will attract cold-blooded creatures that linger around.

The cold noise of sharp claws rubbing against metal was drowned out by the crowd. The light footsteps were even weirder than the sound of pedestrians walking on the street. The unbearable torment tortured Hotal's heart all the time. Fortunately, it never lacked patience and patience. will.

The abnormal sound suddenly disappeared. After waiting quietly for a moment, the whistling sound came from further east. Maybe he had gone away.

Hotar didn't make any move, still lying deep in the human mind.

Sure enough, about half an hour later, a slight grinding sound suddenly sounded from near the hotel. It seemed that this was a hunter who was patient, but not very patient.

Perhaps he had determined that Hotar was in the area with only a slight, most inconspicuous trace.

Hotar will not let him get what he wants. The Ever-Changing Demon King has plenty of time. It can just waste it like this, or at worst it will spread its influence hundreds of years later.

It's not going anywhere. Human beings won't always stay in one area anyway. By the day tomorrow, the flow of people will disperse to all parts of the country.

That's its chance.

Only wise and intelligent people can win this invisible battle. Hotar thinks he is the final winner. Is there any wiser devil than him?

The strange noise disappeared again, and it wasn't until dawn that Hotar vaguely noticed the traces left by the other party around him. He didn't leave, he was still waiting for an opportunity.

Hotar continued to maintain an extremely restrained state, fearing that he would accidentally reveal his flaws.

It has time to wait for the other party to lose patience.

At night, Lynch looked up at the sky. The stars did not reveal anything about his upcoming encounter, because there was nothing in Kislev.

The night was uneventful and there was no sign of the demon, but it must be somewhere around the city.

Dawn came again, and the first ray of sunlight woke up Plagg City, just like every day before.

Lynch quickly swept through the corners of the streets and alleys, quickly surveying the entire city.

Still nothing unusual.

He hid in the forest outside the city, found a secluded corner, and waited quietly for the other party to reveal his true identity.

Time is the cheapest resource, and both immortals have time to consume it. At least Lynch can continue to consume it before other changes occur.

If you miss this time, your chances next time will be slim.

The sun seemed like a slow-moving old man, walking slowly from the east to the west, and until sunset, Prager showed no signs of movement.

It was not disturbed by even a ray of magical wind, and was hidden in an unknown corner.

It was another peaceful night, except for a few rapid gasps and a woman's charming screams coming from the wine street in the middle of the night, there was nothing.

The third day was uneventful.

On the fourth day, it was said that the Tsar had changed someone and was about to send a new Boyer to govern Prague, and the whole city was discussing this matter.

Other than that, it was uneventful.

On the fifth day, a dog died in the outer city at dusk. Some hot-blooded people thought that there was a demon at work. Lynch dared to press himself on the gambling table to prove that the dog was deliberately murdered by a greedy man.

In the middle of the night, Lynch's excellent sense of smell smelled the fragrant aroma of meat. The unknown poor cook seemed to have put too little chili, or maybe they couldn't afford the chili at all.

Another boring day.

The sixth day was uneventful.

The Archmage's reply arrived, and he seemed to have no other choice but to wait for the Changing Demon to be exposed on his own initiative.

Maybe we can kill all the hot-blooded people in this city and kill all suspicions from the source.

But this is not a good deal. The devil is immortal. If he has a weapon that can completely destroy it, Lynch would not mind trying it, but doing so now is just calling for the attention of the evil god.

On the seventh day, Lin Qi had not shown up for several days, but the other party seemed to have a lot of patience and refused to come out to confirm the surrounding environment.

Lynch silently recited the holy name of "Ruthless One" Razkoto, adjusted his mentality, and continued to wait for the other party to surrender.

Sometimes Lynch misses enemies like the Bloodthirsty Maniac. The servants of the Great Deceiver are a little too cautious. Maybe he should let it continue to carry out the so-called plan, and wait until it gets carried away and encounters the trick of fate, and then take the opportunity to catch it off guard. ?

Lynch would not rely on this plan unless absolutely necessary. He would not allow a Tzeentch demon to act recklessly.

A bloodthirsty demon can destroy a city and slaughter an army.

A secret keeper can change the atmosphere of the entire society and turn the creatures in an area into puppets who have lost themselves.

The plague of the Great Unclean One will make the entire continent tremble, and the existence of the demon Nurgle will corrupt the world.

Their great power has intuitive expression.

The All-Changing Demon King is different.

They seem to have done nothing, and it seems as if the entire world is being arbitrarily manipulated and distorted by them.

The intricate relationships between the kingdoms are their playful whispers, and the entire world is their sandbox for games.

To them, everything is a pawn.

Sometimes, the big demons are the least dangerous on the battlefield, because they can cause more shocking disasters and achieve everything in a more subtle way.

It was impossible for Lynch to let such a dangerous existence do whatever he wanted.

He swore that he would twist off the bird's head as soon as it showed its head.

Look how eager he is to kill!

Just let him kill enough, the "Great Necromancer" has countless skeletons under his command.

Why did Hotar foolishly go out to fight him to the death? That is a crooked path chosen by idiots on the road to killing.

He always has a reason to leave. Hotar's enemies are all in the Chaos Demon Realm, but the cold-blooded enemy is in the mortal world.

Hotar can afford it, and the devil has endless time.

Can he afford it?