Chapter 100: Fireworks in the Dark and the Howling of the Gray Wolf (please order first!)
The outer area of the slum.
Compared to the lowest location, the environment in the alleys here is obviously much better.
Scenes of sewage and sewage running around are rare, and the surrounding areas are mostly solid stone houses with gray and white walls.
Pfft!
The long knife was pulled out, and blood sprayed on the wall.
Huo Jixing kicked the members of the Gray Wolf Gang who were losing their breath of life at their feet, looking a little bored.
He looked around the gray room in front of him.
Seven or eight mutilated corpses lay on the solid ground. The eyes that had not been closed were filled with fear and panic, and some flesh and blood remains fell in the corner.
“Weak!”
Huo Jixing put his sword into its sheath and whispered softly.
“It’s too weak, so pitifully weak!”
Compared to the clan warriors of Winter’s Claw, the Gray Wolf gang in front of them in black costumes is really too much. Weak.
With his skills, he slaughtered all the Gray Wolf Gang members in the stronghold.
“The third place!”
Huo Jixing stepped away, and fireworks rose behind him, like fire snakes, quickly engulfing the gray and white stone house in front of him.
Under the firelight.
Huo Jixing jumped up and landed lightly on the wall. Looking at the still silent slum in front of him, a trace of doubt emerged in his heart.
“Are you so slow to respond?”
Huo Jixing thought of what happened to Moore’s widow in the hill camp.
The Gray Wolf Gang and the people behind it shouldn't be so slow to react.
The fact that they were able to take action in the camp shortly after Wilson left showed that they were not afraid of being held accountable by the camp leader.
And with their cruel methods, it is more like a warning -
Don't continue to pursue it, otherwise you will be careful about your life.
But what is going on right now?
With flashing red eyes, Huo Jixing looked into the slums in the cold winter night.
Except for the two Gray Wolf Gang strongholds that he ignited, other areas remained silent, with no movement of clouds at all.
"It's still early, so let's continue!"
Huo Jixing shrugged his shoulders and headed to the next Gray Wolf Gang stronghold.
He somewhat admired the methods of Gray Wolf Franky. The three dead small leaders of the Gray Wolf Gang had no idea of the true location of the Gray Wolf Gang.
They have someone who is responsible for connecting with them every month. They can only roughly know the people they are close to, but they don't know anything about the higher-ups.
So Huo Jixing can only kill them one by one until someone tells him the location of Gray Wolf Franky.
Capital of Noxus.
The bright yellow lights lit up, dispersing the darkness, reflecting the stacked buildings in front of us.
Although this area is still a slum, it is close to the dark gray wall of the Immortal Fortress, and it looks like it is integrated into one, indistinguishable from each other.
At night, the building complex illuminated by lights is a large courtyard with transparency from front to back.
In front of the yard is a spacious and clean open space. The blue-gray stone slabs are neatly laid out, flat and solid, and the surrounding walls are covered with vines and full of greenery.
At the back is a three-story building, surrounded by side yards of different sizes, closely integrated.
The living room on the second floor is brightly lit.
The fireplace on the south wall lit up with orange fire, filling the living room with bursts of warmth.
"The fees for the almshouse will be paid later this month. Do you want to send someone to warn them?"
A shirtless, bare-chested, muscular man with tattoos on his face, bowed and respectfully He looked at the thin old man working at the desk in front of him.
"Warning? Warning for what?"
"The workhouse has some difficulties. It takes in too many poor children and it is normal for it to be unable to pay the fees."
The thin old man raised his old face. His protruding forehead and corners of his eyes were covered with wrinkles, which seemed to hide countless hardships and dangers.
Who would have thought that Frankie, the gray wolf, would be a thin, half-century-old man.
Although his body is thin, he has a big frame. It can be seen that Frankie must have been a fierce and cruel person when he was young.
“Then what should we do?” The strong man with tattoos on his face asked hesitantly.
"Huh?"
Franky looked at the tall man with tattoos with cold eyes, and sighed softly when he saw the face covered with cold sweat.
"No problem can be solved, what a waste!"
"As usual, let them hand over ten children with good physical fitness, and it will be used to offset this month's expenses."
" But they said that the Noxus warband has already selected." The strong man with tattoos lowered his head, not daring to meet Franky's eyes.
Silence reigned.
Frankie stared at the strong man in front of him, his cold eyes like a blade, cutting across the man's skin, making him tremble uncontrollably.
"I will take care of it!"
The sturdy man with tattoos couldn't bear it anymore and replied in a trembling voice, his naked back covered with fine cold sweat.
"Ten children will definitely be brought back to the gang tomorrow!"
Franky withdrew his gaze and continued to deal with the work at hand. As if thinking of something, he frowned and looked Looking out the window at the hazy night.
"Is there any news from Mickey?"
"There is already news." The strong man wiped the sweat from his face and spoke in a low voice.
“It has something to do with the imperial pension. According to Rohr’s information, someone is secretly tracking us.”
“Mickey disappeared after checking the situation.”
Franky put down the letter in his hand with a cold expression: "So, Mickey is dead."
"Who did it?"
"They seem to be Noxian soldiers returning from the North!" the strong man said in a low voice.
“Through the relationship with the military, we can only find so much, too specific information, there is no way.”
Frankie closed his eyes, crossed his left and right hands. In front of him, he seemed to be sleeping, until a few minutes later, he opened his eyes, and a chill appeared in his weathered eyes. "Tomorrow morning, go to the Immortal Fortress, contact Baron Calvin, and tell them that someone is checking the empire pension."
"Okay!" The strong man nodded. He said yes and immediately prepared to leave.
Crunch!
The sturdy man who just opened the study door frowned slightly. He looked towards the somewhat silent courtyard, feeling an inexplicable danger rising deep in his heart.
There is also a faint smell in the air
It is blood!
The strong man changed suddenly, closed the door directly, and quickly came to Franky.
"Someone secretly sneaked into the stronghold. All the brothers on guard outside should be dead."
Frankie frowned, feeling uneasy in his heart. Then he stood up and led the strong man towards the side wall.
“Let’s go, come with me”
Click!
Before he finished speaking, the door of the living room suddenly shattered, and fine wood chips flew into the air, piercing the walls of tables and chairs.
A group of masked soldiers wearing armor quickly walked into the living room, holding crossbows and aiming at Franky and the burly man.
Immediately afterwards, a tall and burly man entered the room. The armor he wore could barely cover his strong body, and the huge sword on his back was extremely eye-catching.
"Franky, you're fine!"
When Frankie saw the burly man in front of him, he seemed not to panic at all and was calm and composed.
"Lord Olsson, long time no see!"
"Has one of my subordinates provoked you? Such a big fight!"
Olsson casually pulled off the black mask, revealing a square face with a beard, and his calm brown eyes could not be seen. No emotion at all.
"The baron ordered that if you hand over all your money, you can choose a descendant to leave the capital safely."
Franky looked cold, looking at the soldiers wearing armor and holding crossbows around him, and pressed Let go of your inner anger.
“I want to meet Baron Calvin!”
"Sorry, the Baron said that he didn't mean to see you!" Olsson took off the giant sword on his back, pointed it at Franky, and stepped forward.
He knows better than anyone else how difficult and ruthless Gray Wolf Franky is.
“You have only one choice!”
“So, do you think I will believe your promise?” Franky held down the burly man’s slightly trembling shoulders and led him Back away slowly.
“Attack!”
Seeing Franky retreating, Olson gave the order directly and strode forward himself.
Chichi! Chichi! Chichi!
The sound of crossbows sounded, and the dark gray crossbow arrows pierced the air like snakes, accurately shooting at Franky and the strong man.
Bang!
Olsson also launched an offensive in an instant, kicking the ground with his left foot, crushing the ground, running towards Franky with a fierce expression, and taking the opponent's head with the giant sword in his hand.
Looking at the deadly offensive in front of him, Franky looked embarrassed.
“Olsson and the others actually dare to take action!”
Seeing that he was in desperate situation, Frankie looked decisive.
The seemingly weakened body burst out with terrifying power, and he directly reached out and pulled the strong man with tattoos on his face, blocking him in front of him.
Poof! puff! puff!
Under the pitiful howl, the sharp barbed crossbow arrow pierced the strong man's body, but stopped tremblingly in front of Franky's strong inner armor and fell to the ground.
The blood sprayed freely, staining the face red.
Frank endured the severe pain from his inner armor, looked at the giant sword that Olsson had chopped off, quickly took out a black scroll from his arms, and unfolded it directly.
Wow!
Black brilliance bloomed, and three shields engraved with exquisite patterns surrounded and protected Franky, blocking all attacks approaching him.
Whether it was the giant sword that Orsson chopped down, or the subsequent crossbow arrows.
Faced with the black shield, all efforts are in vain.
At the same time.
A large amount of dark gray mist instantly spewed out from the dome of the living room, disrupting the vision of the masked soldiers and causing them to quickly leave the living room.
“Continue the attack!”
Outside the dark gray mist, Olsson looked at the gap in the giant sword, and his heart sank.
It’s black magic!
Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!
The sound of crossbows kept ringing, and sharp crossbow arrows could be seen piercing the dark gray fog and shooting into the living room.
Accompanied by Frankie's shrill wail.
"Is there only one rune item?"
Hearing Franky's voice, Orson's frown relaxed.
But when he entered the dilapidated living room again, his expression suddenly changed, and a trace of anger crept onto his face.
Except for the corroded walls, tables and chairs, the crossbows all over the room, and a rotting corpse on the ground, there was no sign of Franky in the living room.
Olsson glanced around and saw subtle marks on the wall.
Then he put his ear to the wall, stretched out his hand to knock, and when he heard that it was hollow, he spoke in a deep voice.
"It's a secret passage, chase it immediately!"
An ordinary person dares to use rune items, especially black magic items.
Frankie must have been eroded and cannot go far.
However, thinking of Baron Calvin's oral instructions, Olsson looked embarrassed and immediately decided to lead his men to hunt him down.
Under the gloomy night, a number of noble private soldiers wearing armor and covering their faces walked out of the courtyard and searched carefully along the surrounding alleys.
After a while.
There are noble private soldiers at the corner of the street, looking for traces of Franky's remaining blood, extending into the depths of darkness.
"The last howl of the gray wolf!"
Olsund carried a giant sword on his shoulder, and with a cold expression, he led his soldiers into the alley and chased them one after another.
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