Chapter 332 Tiger and Fox
The long whistle sounded again, from the next street.
But Hotar still could not hear the human commotion, as if an invisible ghost had arrived in the city.
The whistling sound was fleeting, and a certain emotion that it had never experienced before climbed into its heart and quickly occupied its mind. The intense emotion almost infected the sleeping human.
Fortunately, it restrained itself.
"Show yourself."
The ancient language sounded low from the surroundings, but was drowned out by the noise of the downtown.
Hotar almost revealed his true identity in response to the pressure, but after a brief thought, he determined a terrible fact - the reptile was deceiving it, and it actually knew how to use its wisdom.
Why did Hotar show up? If the other party really discovered it, they should have hit it head-on instead of communicating hypocritically like now.
The unspeakable, suppressed noise continued. It did not dare to make a sure guess, nor did it dare to let go of its second glance at this time and use its supernatural ability to confirm certain things.
If it had the opportunity to act, it would have already started a new rebellion, using greater chaos to influence the mortal countries in order to build its new kingdom of God.
Now it can't do anything, and once it shows up, it will attract lingering cold-blooded creatures.
The cold noise of sharp claws rubbing against metal was drowned out by the bustling crowd. The light footsteps seemed even more eerie than the sound of pedestrians walking on the street. The unbearable torment tortured Hotar's heart at all times, but fortunately, he never lacked patience and perseverance.
The abnormal sound suddenly disappeared. After waiting quietly for a moment, a whistling sound came from the east. Perhaps he had gone far away.
Hotar did not make any movement and still lay deep in the human mind.
Sure enough, about half an hour later, a slight grinding sound suddenly came from near the hotel. It seemed that this was a patient hunter, but not very patient.
Perhaps he had determined that Hotar was in the area, missing only a slight, most inconspicuous trace.
Hotar will not let him get his wish. The Lord of Change has plenty of time. He can just keep wasting time like this. At most, the impact will spread a few hundred years later.
It's not going anywhere. Anyway, humans will not always stay in one area. By tomorrow daytime, the flow of people will always 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 demon wiser than him?
The strange noise disappeared again, and it was not until dawn that Hotar vaguely discovered the traces left by the other party around him. He did not leave, he was still waiting for an opportunity.
Hotar continued to remain extremely restrained, fearing that he would accidentally reveal his true colors.
It has time to wait for the other party to lose patience.
At night, Lynch looked up at the sky, but the stars did not reveal what would happen next, because there was nothing in Kislev.
The night passed without incident, and there was no sign of the demon, but it must be near the city.
Dawn came again, and the first ray of sunlight awakened the city of Prager, 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 show his true colors.
Time is the cheapest resource, and both immortals have time to waste. At least Lynch can keep wasting it before other changes occur.
If you miss this opportunity, the next chance will be slim.
The sun was like an old man walking slowly from the east to the west. Until sunset, there was no unusual movement in Prager.
It didn't even stir a wisp of magical wind, hiding in a corner somewhere unknown.
It was another quiet night. Apart from a few rapid gasps and women's moans coming from the wine street in the middle of the night, there was nothing else.
The third day was uneventful.
On the fourth day, it was said that the Tsar had been replaced and a new boyar would be sent to govern Prague. The whole city was discussing this matter.
Other than that, everything was uneventful.
On the fifth day, a dog died in the outer city at dusk. Some hot-blooded people believed that it was the work of a demon. Lynch dared to put himself on the gambling table to prove that the dog was deliberately murdered by a greedy ghost.
In the middle of the night, Lynch's excellent sense of smell detected the fragrant aroma of meat. It seemed that the unknown lousy chef had put too little chili pepper, or maybe they simply couldn't afford chili pepper.
Another boring day.
The sixth day was uneventful.
The reply from the great wizard arrived, and it seemed that he had no good solution and could only wait for the Lord of Change to reveal himself.
Maybe we can kill all the hot-blooded people in this city and eliminate all suspicions at the root.
But this is not a good deal. The devil is immortal. If Lynch had a weapon that could completely destroy it, he wouldn't mind making an attempt, but doing so now would only attract the attention of the evil god.
On the seventh day, Lynch had not shown up for several days, but he seemed to have great patience and refused to come out to check the surrounding environment.
Lynch silently chanted the holy name of "the Ruthless" Razkoto, adjusted his mentality, and continued to wait for the other party to fall into his trap.
Sometimes Lynch missed enemies like the Bloodthirsty Demon. The servant of the Great Deceiver was a little too cautious. Perhaps he should let it continue to carry out the so-called plan, and wait until it gets carried away and encounters the tricks of fate, and then take the opportunity to catch it off guard? Lynch would not count on this plan unless it was absolutely necessary. He could not let a Tzeentchian Demon do whatever he wanted.
A single bloodthirsty demon can destroy a city and massacre an army.
A secret keeper can change the morale of an entire society and turn all the creatures in an area into puppets who have lost their self-identity.
The plague of the Unclean Ones can make entire continents tremble, and the presence of Nurgle's daemons can corrupt the world.
Their power is intuitively demonstrated.
The Lord of Change is different.
They seemed to be doing nothing, yet it seemed as if the whole world was being manipulated and distorted by them at will.
The intricate relationships between nations are their playful whispers, and the entire mortal world is their sandbox for games.
To them, everything is a chess piece.
Sometimes, the great demons are the least dangerous on the battlefield, because they could have created more shocking disasters and achieved everything in a more subtle way.
Lynch couldn't allow such a dangerous existence to do whatever it wanted.
He swore that he would twist off the bird's head the first time the other party showed its head.
Look how eager he is to kill!
Just let him kill as much as he wants. The “Great Necromancer” has countless skeletons under his command.
Why would Hotar be so foolish as to go out and fight him to the death? That is the crooked way that only an idiot on the killing path would choose.
He always had a reason to leave. Hotar's enemies were all in the Chaos Realm, while the enemy of that cold-blooded species was in the mortal world.
Hotar can afford it, the devil has endless time.
Can he afford it?
(End of this chapter)
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