Chapter 85 Unknown Fate 11

The three people in the comics shuddered, and their eyes followed the sound outside the window. The only one in the room who did not turn his head to the window was the magician.

"Magician, go! What are you waiting for!?"

At this time, it doesn't matter whether it is an enemy or a friend, because the approaching shouting is definitely from the upper level of Bellit. If you want to avoid a war, you can only rely on the magician. But at this time, although his eyebrows were clearly burning with anger, the magician became unhurried. He stroked the brim of □□'s hat with his slender fingers, and put back the broken hair that had escaped from his ears at some point, revealing a clean earlobe without a single scratch.

"Since you are a guest, of course you have to treat you well. How can you run away?"

The magician's words clearly showed that he was not going to leave directly. There were about 20 to 30 people outside just by the sound, not to mention those hiding in the dark. Since they could send people here, Lima and Tatarina knew that Carl's identity was definitely problematic. This meant that the top leaders of Bellit could no longer sit still, so the number of people coming to arrest him was only more and more, and they were only strong, not weak. It was impossible for the three of them who couldn't even reach the B-level to escape unscathed. If they didn't die,

they would be in tatters. Although the only hope now was the magician, they would not sit and wait for death. Whether it was Lima, who had his hands on the ground and his supernatural power had gradually penetrated through the cracks in the floor, ready to create an illusion at any time, or Carl, who was whispering inaudible words, everyone stared at the shadow approaching outside the window.

But before the people in the house could make any move, the night was broken by the cries and screams outside.

"Who are you...Ah!! No! No! I'm leaving, I'm leaving now!"

"Why are you all here in my inn..."

"Oliver, I advise you to mind your own business. This is what the higher-ups said. For the sake of knowing each other for so long, you should hand the person over. Otherwise, you won't be able to keep your inn."

Although Oliver didn't understand the cause of the incident, he could figure out with a little thought that this group of people were coming for Carl and his group. Apart from anything else, they were also escorting his daughter, Perna, so he had to help them.

Oliver rubbed his cheeks with his mouth hidden behind his thick beard and clenched his fists behind his back.

"You know, I'm a small business here, and you're the one driving the car. It's so dark now, and I have many customers, but they're not from Bellit. Why don't you come back tomorrow? I'll knock on every door for you tomorrow morning."

The leading elf glanced at Oliver with contempt, and mockingly stretched out a finger to touch Oliver's shoulder, with disdain on his pretty face.

"Oliver, I'm giving you face by saying this. Don't be shameless. Don't think I don't know you're stalling for time."

The elf stretched out his other empty arm, casually swept around, and finally put it behind his back, mercilessly pushing Oliver's shoulder away with his hand. Even a big guy like Oliver was pushed to the ground by the thin elf.

"You know better than me how many people can be ambushed around this house. If you can't find the rebels you want within ten minutes, all the life forms in your hotel will not be left behind."

The elf's eyes fell on Oliver's frozen body, and he exhaled with his nose turned upside down, and bumped Oliver's body with his shoulder, and walked towards the second floor of the hotel without looking back.

"Take your men to check the first floor. Anyone who tries to escape will be killed without mercy. Do you understand?"

"Yes!"

The hotel was quiet at this moment. The voice of the elves downstairs was naturally transmitted to Carl and others upstairs without missing a word. If they originally planned to escape to Ferrog without bloodshed, they must fight now. They must not use the lives of other people in the hotel to pave the way for themselves. What is the difference between this and the devil who takes human life lightly?

[If it was that person... I'm afraid he would be impatient to kill everyone in the hotel...]

​​An untimely voice appeared in the comic, floating beside Carl. For a while, the reader was unable to match the task referred to by this voice. After a few seconds, he realized that this "that person" should refer to Lance.

Although in the eyes of readers, Lance has long changed from a villain with a weak character to a loner who is carrying a blood feud and moving forward in pain, and random killings without reason are no longer within their cognition, but for Carl, Lance is still the villain who takes human life lightly, kills without mercy, and has extreme thoughts.

[Fuck, you are really a stupid golden retriever! Lance saved your life! ]

[Although I know rationally that this has nothing to do with Carl, and Carl and others don’t know what Lance did for them, but emotionally I still feel cold. It's really sad that no one knows about this god who is willing to give his heart away for his people...】

【Fuck... don't say anymore. The more you say it, the sadder I get. Sometimes I wish Lance could just flatten Ataco by himself】

【I can only say that none of us is qualified to judge his love for Ataco. I see many people in the forum saying that Lance's love for Ataco is morbid. I think that compared to being morbid, Ataco may be Lance's obsession. He may not love Ataco that much, but as long as Ataco does not stand at the top of the continent, Lance will not be able to overcome the hurdle in his heart. He is not saving Ataco, he is saving himself who was defeated at the beginning.】

The topic has been getting farther and farther away, and the initial tension can no longer be felt. But this does not prevent the elves from stepping on the wooden stairs to the second floor. The slow footsteps are getting closer and closer. Tatarina, who is closest to the door, has clenched her fists, ready to give a fatal blow to the person who opens the door at any time.

The magician's fingers, which had been about to rise, hesitated for a moment and then put them down again. When the three people were highly concentrated and tense, they disappeared silently in the comic frame.

The scene showed the elf outside the door. He had one hand on the doorknob. The obvious heavier breathing inside the house made him raise his eyebrows, and then he showed a smile that looked quite excited, with bloodshot eyes due to the heavy breathing.

"Oh, it seems that the bug was caught?"

The elf pressed down the doorknob without hesitation, and at the same time, a light golden barrier suddenly rose in front of him, blocking the fist that penetrated the air and hit the face fiercely as the door opened.

The fist with full strength failed to break through the light golden barrier, but just caused a faint ripple like touching the water surface, which spread out in circles. But when Tatarina tried to withdraw her hand, she found something wrong. She suddenly raised her head and met the elf's expression without any doubt, and her heart sank.

But the fact that the elves did not launch an attack immediately did not mean that the barrier was safe. The light golden water droplets had already climbed up along Tatalina's wrist against gravity. When it was about to cover her wrist, Tatalina did not hesitate to tighten her waist and abdomen, lift her hips, and rely on her strong core strength to lift her legs and step her feet on the barrier, using the force to pull her hand out of the barrier.

The long pink hair slid through the air in a beautiful trajectory, but unfortunately no one was watching this beautiful scene.

When Tatarina rolled in the air with her excellent air-staying ability and landed on the ground flexibly and lightly, with Lima's palm on the ground as the center, the liquid ground like water surface rolled wildly into waves and spread around the room. Then came countless mirrors rising from the ground, one by one, closely connected, forming a huge mirror maze in a few seconds, covering the entire hotel.

"Oh, you have the nerve to use such a trivial trick?"

The elf stepped into the mirror maze without hesitation, and touched the mirror with his finger. The mirror emitted circles of ripples, blurring his handsome face.

When the elf walked through the three mirrors, there was a strong sound of breaking through the air behind him, and the light golden barrier was constructed out of thin air again, blocking the fist infused with a large amount of supernatural power.

Tatarina, who failed in the sneak attack, had no intention of fighting. She immediately took a step back and stepped on the mirror behind her. The next second, her body merged into the mirror. The mirrors around the elf reflected Tatarina's pink figure, overlapping, but disappeared after a few seconds.

"You can only hide?"

The elf pretended to be sarcastic but failed to attract any reaction from the mirror maze. He seemed to be a little impatient. He wrapped his fist with the light golden barrier power and punched the mirror without hesitation. However, when the light golden power touched the mirror, there was no strong collision and shattering as expected. On the contrary, the fist was softly wrapped by the mirror, just like a punch on cotton.

Until this time, the elf seemed to find that this seemingly harmless mirror maze was not as simple as he thought, and these three young rebels were not as easy to deal with as he thought.

"Very good, you have aroused my interest, I will make you die more ugly."

The elf twitched with anger, and his slightly distorted face appeared in every mirror. The elf was wrapped in a large amount of golden light. With its arms spread out, the light golden energy rushed towards the mirror like a bullet. From a distance, it looked like a large number of fireflies.

This time, the energy was no longer like a pebble submerged in water, but like a stone hitting glass, making a sharp explosion. The light golden energy really embedded in the mirror like a bullet, and the mirror also emitted a trembling and sad cry at the same frequency. Finally, after the elf increased the input of energy, the cracks in the mirror gradually increased.

As the first mirror shattered, the remaining mirrors seemed to finally be unable to bear the weight, one after another, a long crack ran through the entire mirror maze, and with a bang, all the mirrors exploded, and the broken powder and fragments floated in the air.

The comic gave this scene an entire horizontal layout. Some of the falling fragments crossed Lima's black hair, some crossed Carl's blue eyes, some crossed Tatarina's long pink hair, and some inconspicuous pieces revealed hands stroking the little white pigeon.

Large pieces of glass shards flew towards the elf, but were blocked by the light golden screen in front of it. The elf was about to raise his hand to wave away the shards, when a petite figure suddenly rushed out from behind the shards, and his fist, wrapped in a fierce wind, smashed towards the screen, but was blocked by the screen again as expected.

But before the elf could open his mouth to mock, the powerful leg that cut through the air behind him kicked straight at the back of the neck. Although the screen covered the neck in time, it still couldn't control the body from leaning forward.

As the elf's body leaned forward and covered the camera, when the camera moved away, it was the magician's black robe rolling with waves.

"This is not well done."