Chapter 108 Capture

Somehow, the current situation in Dark City is a bit restless. The actions of thieves and thieves are becoming more and more bold. They steal on the streets and even openly rob. Bloody conflicts are no longer limited to dark alleys. Vendettas are pursued into shops on the street. The whole city has become a city of unabashed crime. .

The same was true of Carlton's hotel. When John walked downstairs, he happened to hear Carlton at the front desk using his high-pitched voice to instruct the stupid goblin cleaner to clean up a pair of people hanging on the ceiling of the hall. Their joints were pierced by the chains of sin, and the chains were tightened around their necks to drain their blood. They still maintained the posture of chasing and escaping when they died. The movement caused Carlton to scream like crazy and watch as the old ancestral ceiling began to eat people and put on a puppet show with the leftovers, before John Kemp came downstairs and acted like an innkeeper who was concerned about his possessions being soiled. of anger. Carlton directed the goblins who were half his height to lift their brooms and slap the chains on the corpses with an imposing manner like a clamoring audience watching a gladiatorial arena. The poor goblin slave could only bear the curse of his crazy boss and raise his bald broom to the magic of the big boss who could easily end his life.

When Carlton saw the warlock, his temper was as dry as a deflated rubber ball. He shrunk his fat body and hid his head behind the counter, lying on the table, as if waiting for a red chain hanging from his head to turn him into a puppet. Supporting role. What Carlton didn't know was that John never expected him to perform security duties at the hotel, and these hidden crimson chains were the reason, so Carlton couldn't wait for the punishment he suspected.

John moved his palms, and two mummies fell next to the goblin. He looked at Carlton who was hesitating, and there was no wave in his heart.

"Don't be nervous, Carlton, just wait for the corpse truck to pass by and throw these two worthless guys on it. You can still do this, right?"

John's habitual tapping made Carlton almost cry.

"There is no corpse truck, master. Those old dogs with a keen sense of smell seem to have caught wind of something. They have stopped transporting 'cargo' for a few days."

John raised his eyebrows. The corpse truck operates with the permission of the three districts of Dark City. They have interests to negotiate with the government and are considered a semi-official organization. Those experienced but weak old men would not stop their carriage easily. Even if they wanted to, Dark City would not allow them to stop. But now, there seems to be some small problem.

"Is there any movement from the town guard?"

"The number of guards has been reduced a lot. Except for the soldiers guarding the city gate and the fortress, the vampire guards have basically disappeared on the streets, Master."

John realized that he needed more information. He finally told Carlton to find a way to dispose of the body and left the hotel without stopping.

John Camp came to the experimental area managed by Adrian. The changes in the blood area seemed to have had an impact here, but the riots were not the people under jurisdiction, but the ogre trolls. Their stupid style became even more rude. They would slap someone they saw when they looked at them on the street, and then laugh at the ugly appearance of the person being attacked and their companions.

John Kemp found out why at Ogre Gambling House.

With khaki skin wrapped in a dirty apron, the ogre sitting on the other side of the gambling table did not play cards, but put his bloody lunch on the table. His little eyes were still looking at John. Bar smacked his lips and communicated with John in a silly and racially characteristic way.

"Baroque made me the new boss! So I am the new boss! Baroque is the boss! I am also the boss! So I am also Baroque!"

John covered his face.

“Where is Baroque?”

"I'm here."

"The Baroque with two heads!"

The one-headed Baroque replied in frustration.

"I don't know, but Baroque is the head of the ogre's gambling house. Baroque should know, so I should know, but why don't I know?" The ogre didn't even eat, and was stroking his slippery potatoes. His mind was thinking about the problems he had set.

John wasn't interested in the ogre's spiral of contradictions, he just wanted information, information about the commotion in Dark City. Now it seems that several urban districts have received some news, and the leaders have gone into hiding.

"Hey, Baroque, are the dark elves in the slave area doing anything?"

The one-headed ogre stopped talking to himself and took a look with his little eyes.

"You have to pay first, three gold coins."

what happened? Doesn't this fool get confused when gold coins are involved?

John was speechless as he counted the gold coins to him, thinking that if the information given by this idiot was not worth it, he would make him spit out everything he had eaten, and also ask the Ogre Gambling House to choose a Baroque again. .

"I know, the scouts reported that many tall, dark-skinned men retreated underground. The slave area was empty. Except for some people who were locked in cages, there was no one left."

In this way, many assumptions can be eliminated, leaving only a few possibilities, John thought to himself, I also need to make some arrangements.

The warlock, who was prepared, walked towards the door. At this moment, the ogre finished his lunch and called him.

"Hey, Red Mage, the boss mentioned you to me... The business of Ogre Gambling House is intelligence trading. We not only sell intelligence, but also buy intelligence. You know that most of the management of Dark City fled the city within a few days. The reason? Tell me, I will give you a reward, twenty... How about stones? I made them by hand, and they are as useful as gold coins!"

"Not very good." Many sarcastic and insulting words poured out of John Kemp's stomach, but he was worried that this simple-minded ogre would not be able to understand his malice at all, so he answered directly. "I only accept gold coins, why do you think I will agree to your stone."

The ogre touched his head sheepishly.

"I just want to give it a try, what if you agree?"

John squinted his eyes, and he saw the gap between different baroques.

The new boss of the ogre gambling house is even stupider and even more shameless.

A loud and long voice resounded above John's head. He turned his head and saw the ogre showing the same surprised expression as him. Then came the loud ringing of the bell from the guard tower of Dark City. This bell had witnessed the aborigines of Dark City being massacred by the dark elves coming up from the ground. Now it rang again, giving John strong uneasiness.

John rushed onto the street. The collective commotion of the ogres spread the chaos in the distance to the experimental area. John stared in that direction, which was the blood area.

Disaster seemed to fall from the sky, a filthy cloud slowly descended from the blood area, darkness shrouded, screams, and the sound of gravel collapse.

"It came so fast." The shrinking of the dark elves, ogres and vampires pointed to the same answer, invasion of foreign enemies. Dark City is a city full of bastards, and the villainous leadership has no regard for these degenerate citizens. Such a decisive retreat attitude made the warlock think more. This seemed to be just a short attack. The retreating managers were extremely sure that their enemies would not stay, so they gave up their territory without any hesitation. Because they know they can easily come back.

You must rush back, return to the Carlton Hotel, and return to your own mage tower, which is the safest place. John thought to himself that no matter who the intruder fell from the sky, his Crimson Hotel would definitely leave something behind from him.

Hostility and threats instantly activated the Carlton Hotel. The magician was still on the way, but the activated mage tower had already been attacked by the sky invaders and had harvested something from the enemy. The Crimson Spell serves as John Camp's external sensory organ, and the Activation Hotel transfers the enemy's information to John through the connection with the caster.

The warlock had his answer.

What fell from the sky was a shell ship, the mind flayer's shell ship.

The mind flayers attacked Dark City? These evil creatures come here to pick their slaves?

The uneasiness in his heart became stronger and stronger, and John Kemp remembered their respective parts of the blasphemous plan planned by Mariana and others. Each one will face a crisis, and obviously, the arrival of the mind flayer heralds some ominous signs. Mariana Dahl was infected with the Crimson Power in Juancrit. This corruption allowed Mariana to escape the control of the Mastermind and gain freedom after transforming into a mind flayer.

John had thought her connection with the dark creatures had ended long ago.

The warlock crossed over the rubble and changed his target and rushed towards Mariana's divination cabin. He desperately hoped that all this was just his unfounded worries, but the cold intuition still pulled his heart slowly down. He opened the door with a pattern of stars and moons and looked inside.

A mind flayer stood in the room. The cracked hole in the wall allowed rubble to shatter the divination table, and a curtain was draped over the rubble.

It turned back and stared at the warlock with its evil amber eyes. The powerful spiritual oppression made John's body tense and his heart hit rock bottom.