Vol 6 Chapter 130

My mind was set. Although Lord Rosalind said that there was a secret passage in the castle leading to the port, Brando didn't need any secret passage at all. : He took the layout of the port from the knight, glanced at will, remembered the topography of the main entrance, and returned the drawing back.

After declining Lord Rosalind's request for coordinated troop dispatch, he entrusted the Phoenix to the former Prince Antobro, Brank. Be willing.

"Mr. Targus," he thought for a moment, then turned back to the vampire, "Now I need you to do me a favor, you now head to Pirate Bay to let your ship sail to the sea, and block off near Rosalin In the waters, since you are usually disguised as pirates, presumably there should be no lack of armed on board? "

Targus glanced at Instalon, knowing that he was in a hurry to help himself, and he nodded, relying on two clippers to block Rosalinn's harbor was an almost impossible task on weekdays. Although the port in the Luan Strait is considered remote, it usually has at least dozens of ships including fishing vessels, but it is not necessarily a try due to the closure order of Lord Rosalin.

Besides, Brando didn't expect Madara's two two-masted sailboats to stop the ghost car, as long as he could tow each other at sea. At this moment, the layout of the port area is clear to him, and the main entrances and exits are in his mind, but he is still worried that the other party will have an escape route that he does not know.

After all, even Madara has a back road in this neighborhood. Wouldn't the ghost cars that are more entrenched in this area not be prepared?

After everything was done, he came to Instaron, who was taken aback by him. Of course, he knew what Brando was going to do. The other party asked Targus to leave alone and would definitely leave him as hostage.

But he didn't care about this, but "Don't stop! I have flying boots!" Instaron's face turned wild, and he quickly raised his hand to stop Brando from approaching.

"That's too slow." Brando shook his head with regret. Picking up the guy's collar directly, he said, "Offended, Mr. Instaron."

"No, I don't need this apology. Put me down, **** it, you can't make a dark noble so shameful!"

Targus raised his head, silently watching his colleagues and Brando suddenly disappear into the air together before he turned around and said goodbye to Blanc and Phoenix. Then he turned away without a word.

"It turned out to be a big bat." Blanc said with a quizzical look at Targus' movement.

"Why did Mr. Boban make this statement?" Phoenix Fire took some care to take its eyes from the southeast, where the port in Rosalin was located.

"Only these guys will maintain a courteous attitude towards the enemy. They have been the longest in history among the dark nobility. This attitude is also a sense of superiority." Blank replied, and he turned back. He said to Phoenix: "Call me Blank, little girl."

"Hello, Mr. Blank."

...

This afternoon, many Rosalind residents heard the screams of terror passing through the air, but Instaron finally closed his mouth when he was over the adjacent port area. It's not that he cares about the big picture, but because he knows that if he doesn't shut up again, the **** who is holding himself in Rosalind's midair circle will shut himself up.

Shame. One time is enough. The Lord Lord would never want his reputation to be 'prestigious' in Madara's history in this way.

Brando was indeed quite satisfied with this guy's knowledge and interest. He fell near the port area and fell between a shed outside the port area. He is not without stealth spells. There are a lot of similar blind-eyes in low-ring spells made by elements, but he doesn't feel that his lame magic ability can deceive the polar existence in the ghost car, so he falls in advance.

Anyway, in terms of his current ability, traveling on the ground is not much more trouble than in the sky, it was just to save trouble before.

He first dropped the future star of Madara in his hands, and the latter screamed, expressing great dissatisfaction with his forced unloading.

But Brando ignored it. If Lord Lord Black of Madara who can manifest his mighty power can be killed at a height of less than three meters, the country of this dead moon is estimated to be almost over.

The latter saw Brando ignore him, and then he got up and patted the gray, whispered, and complained that his clothes were wrinkled. The head shape was also messed up, and the makeup on the face was spent. What an intolerable thing for a dark nobleman.

Brando was looking at the environment around where he landed, and found that the shed here should be where the workers on the dock live. Right now, it is the evening and the time when the workers go home after a busy day, but Not many adult men can be seen in this shed. Only some ragged women and children looked at the two uninvited guests from the sky with fear.

The chasing children watched them stop with some vigilance, and immediately women ran out of the nearby shed and dragged them back.

Instaron watched the scene and stopped. "It doesn't look good, Lord."

"What do you think?" Brando looked back. He knew how this guy was thinking, and he had proven the other's genius more than once in history.

"Well ..." Instaron bowed his head and looked at his crumpled shirt with regret: "This dress was given to me by the emperor. I haven't worn it for a long time ..."

Brando suddenly became impatient: "I don't know yet that your Most High still has this hobby."

"His Majesty is always sympathetic to his subordinates," he probably felt that his excuse was somewhat unreliable, adding: "Lord Lord, you should understand that the dark aristocracy has always attached great importance to its appearance."

"Really, why don't I know about this, Rorvol's Liches never seem to wear clothes, so that some scholars think they are a bit shabby."

"Cough, that's a case, sir, look at Targus ..."

"Mr. Targus is a vampire aristocracy."

"Well, in fact, I also yearn for those old nobles ..." Instaron's two black holes in the eyes, the beating fire of the soul couldn't help but feel a bit resentful.

Brando certainly knows that this guy is actually indirectly expressing dissatisfaction with his previous behavior. Although his relationship with Instaron and Tagus is a bit subtle at present, the two sides are not an alliance, and it may be more appropriate to say that the opponent may be He occupies an absolute dominant position, and the other party dares not act lightly.

But he also knew that he couldn't push these two guys into a stubborn situation. The stubborn Targus was better, especially the guy in front of himself, who knew what intrigue and tricks were turning in his mind.

He hoped that the Lord Lord could leave his thoughts in the realm of eternity to calculate him instead of asking him trouble here, so he glanced at the other party and replied, "This time, let me give you an example. "

"Ha, great, are you serious?"

"If it doesn't happen next time."

"Martha is on, what's the difference from not saying?"

"As long as you can keep up with me?"

"I can't keep up."

"Then I won't discuss this with you, next time I will bring Mr. Targus."

"Closing!"

Instaron betrayed his colleagues decisively. Targus, who was far away from Pirate Bay, was sneezing again and again, but the latter rubbed his nose, raised his head expressionlessly, and raised someone's The calculations are completely out of mind.

He was used to it anyway.

Instaron then glanced around the shack area and replied to Brando: "It seems that the ghost cars have blocked the port, which shows that they are well prepared, Mr. Earl."

"You think so too?" Brando asked.

"They obviously didn't trust the Lord Rosalinn as much as they thought. From their cooperation, they did. Even if they didn't expect that Lord Lord would be defeated, I am afraid that he and his group of lameness were counted. The Cavaliers ca n’t stop you. It ’s too easy for you to ask something from those populations. They ’re obviously not hard-core men. ”

Brando thought about it, and felt that Instaron's analysis was OK. He nodded. "They expected us to be at the dock?"

"Fortunately, we didn't take that secret path. I think Lord Rosalin's so-called 'secret path' will only keep secret from his knights, poor fellow." Instaron side Shake his head while evaluating.

"Then they blocked the port area, and even the people inside were not allowed to come out. Are they afraid that we understand the situation inside?" Brando asked again.

"It's possible, but I think it's a bit too turbulent. They may be doing this to cover up certain things. There are many people in the port area, but what must be done in an open area?"

"Ceremony," Brando immediately understood. "It looks like they are ready for a trap."

"I think so, do you have a way to deal with it?" Instaron asked, and he really wanted to say that if you are not completely sure, give me Odysseus and the Sword of the Earth to help you keep it safe Already. However, when this word came to an end, it became: "If we are not sure, we will let Targus launch the ship outside the port and launch an attack from the outer port?"

"That's not necessary." Brando shook his head very disdainfully. "Just leave this to me."

"Ok?"

…… (To be continued.)