Chapter 67 Doomsday Circus! Opening Ceremony
Old Town.
A man in a gray robe entered the small alley of the old city from the corner alley of the market area. His figure seemed like a light feather, jumping directly from a height of more than ten meters and landing slowly. After landing, he frowned and looked around, and quickly took off his gray robe. With a wisp of flame emerging from his fingertips, the robe quickly burned into a ball of ashes.
"Is the matter done?"
A young man who looked like a swinger was waiting for him in the shadows not far away. This was a handsome man in his mid-twenties, He has a mustache, three-dimensional facial features, a white shirt, a black vest, black leather shoes, and a suit and leather shoes. He looks like a young man who lives in the upper class.
This kind of dress is also very rare in Dorne. The outfit is expensive and looks more fashionable than a wealthy boy from the upper class.
His smile is slightly frivolous, with a hint of vicissitudes in his cynicism.
If some lonely wealthy women saw him, they would be easily attracted by his appearance and temperament.
“Don’t show me that disgusting look on your face.”
The figure of the man who walked into the alley began to shrink, from a tall man of about 1.8 meters to 1 meter. He reached out and wiped a few dwarfs on his face. With his miraculous disguise, he soon turned into a little boy who looked about ten years old. Even his The voice also became like a child's voice.
Not far away, the promiscuous young man shrugged and said, "Okay."
The dwarf, now disguised as a little boy, looked at his companions beside him, frowned and said, "Where's the clown?"
The young master raised his eyebrows and said, "I don't know."
"Maybe he went to have some fun."
"There is only one [gravekeeper with a lantern] in Dorne right now. 】Qualified to be his opponent.”
After hearing what the other party said, the dwarf disguised as a little boy had a serious expression and frowned: "Is he going to cause trouble again?"
The young master looked a little teasing and said: "What?"
< br>"Are you going to teach him a lesson?"
The dwarf was speechless for a moment after hearing this, and looked a little afraid. He turned his head and changed the subject: "Where is the animal tamer? Where is the dancer? Why are you alone? Here?”
The young master spread his hands and said, “The trainer doesn’t know, maybe he’s looking for a new pet.”
"The dancer said she wanted to test out Diana's strength."
"I'm here to help you deal with the aftermath."
"You don't think that your little tricks can do anything. Can you hide it from those hound-like night watchmen?"
"I heard that they recently recruited an investigator with amazing inspiration."
The dwarf seemed to have a hint of anger when he heard what the other party said. Said: "Poet! Are you provoking me?"
Young Master said in an exaggerated tone: "No."
"Absolutely not."
"Let's go. Leave it to me to deal with the aftermath. The president's messenger is still waiting for you."< br>
Hearing the other party mentioning the president, the dwarf's anger quickly disappeared. He said slowly: "I didn't expect that the mistress actually succeeded! I smell the fear hovering over this city."< br>
“The president sent us here to bring the [Moth Mother] to Dorne City?”
The mistress tore a hole in Dorne with her life.
The poet shook his head and said: "I don't know."
"But the moth mother is about to wake up. It doesn't matter if she comes one day early or one day late."
"President I’m still playing hide-and-seek with those old guys outside!”
Speaking of the outside, the poet couldn’t help but point to the sky.
There was a trace of worry on the dwarf's expression. Even though the president was not here, his voice became a little flattering, and he said cautiously: "Although the president is unparalleled in wisdom and prowess, he can't deal with so many old guys alone outside." What happened?"
The poet's eyes narrowed slightly, and his pupils turned into strange blood-colored vertical pupils in an instant. He stared at the dwarf in front of him and said softly: "Of course not."
“Do you really think those demigods can do anything to the president?”
“The president allows us to work with peace of mind.”
“The bigger things get, the better, because Only with enough chaos can the flames of chaos rise outside and attract the awakened moth mother to come.”
"The more than one million people in Dorne City are the bargaining chip in the hands of the president."
"He is going to force those old guys to [open the door]!"
A burst of amusement came from the shadows. chuckle.
A funny and grotesque smiling face appeared on the wall, like a crooked clown. He sneered and said in a high-pitched tone: "You guys are chatting here."
"The hounds are almost catching up!"
A funny clown steps out of the shadows. His presence can only be felt when you look at him. Once you take your eyes off him, he seems to not exist at all.
The clown steps out of the shadows.
His pale skin seemed to be smeared with a layer of oil paint. The clothes on his body and the heavy makeup on his face were all like black and white oil paintings. There was no trace of blood. He had no shadow, and he stood so abruptly. There, looking at the two people next to him, he tilted his head and said, "Stop talking nonsense."
"The president is the Lord of the Abyss who masters the three monster paths of demons, demons, and demons at the same time."
"Those demigods have nothing to do with him."
After speaking, the clown gestured towards the poet: "[The door] has been locked. The president has obtained half of the keys."
"No need to worry about those necromancers entering the real world."< br>
“It’s time to start our performance!”
The clown looked around and frowned: “Where is the dancer? Where is the trainer?”
“What’s going on here? Are you the only one who holds the funeral ceremony?”
The clown ignored the dwarf beside him. The dwarf seemed to be very afraid of him and said cautiously: "The dancer goes to test Diana's strength."
"The animal trainer is unknown."
Little Scandal Yan directly glared at the dwarf and said in a cold tone: "So, in this grand dark celebration, you are the only one performing tricks, a dwarf?"
This humiliating tone made The dwarf's face turned red. He looked at the clown angrily, and then became scared again.
“Don’t do this.”
The poet said in a joking tone: "He is a promoted nightmare weaver after all. Without him, he would exaggerate the terrifying atmosphere at the opening ceremony."
"This dark festival would not be lively enough."
The dwarf glanced at the poet with a sinister look. He didn't dare to hate the clown, but he dared to hate the poet.
——Poet, wait!
The clown took out a beating white cocoon from a strange dark red bag. The bag looked like the stomach of some kind of creature. The surface was covered with wrinkles. When opened, an obscure light and shadow appeared. , as if leading to another space. He threw the white, slightly beating cocoon to the poet and said seriously: "The offspring of a moth mother."
“Don’t lose it.”
“Once the [door] is closed, we can’t get out.”
“Without it, this dark festival is not enough It’s wonderful.”
The clown said seriously: “There is no way we, the Doomsday Circus, can lose to Dele’s Disaster Messengers.”
"Their performance is very exciting."
"A great druid has fallen into a wither!..."
The poet's expression was panicked for a moment.
The white cocoon thrown by the clown casually made him feel like he was facing a formidable enemy. The moment the cocoon touched his skin, slender white silk threads appeared like silk. Drilling into his skin, the silk instantly turned blood red, and the living things in the cocoon were also beating, and the outline of a weird creature vaguely emerged.
The poet gritted his teeth and pulled it out. White silk threads were flying in the air, stained with wisps of blood.
After losing the blood supply, the creatures inside the cocoon also became restless. Fortunately, the poet quickly cast a spell, and an obscure aura made the creatures inside calm down again.
When the dwarf saw this scene, he suddenly felt a little gloating.
The poet's retribution came so quickly, and he was very happy.
"Continue your performance. Nightmare Weaver." The clown looked at the dwarf aside. His cold gaze made the dwarf shrink his head. There was a trace of madness in his eyes and he said: "I Let the whole city of Dorne become fearful!”
“The current atmosphere is not enough”
"The delusions of Candlekeep have not been attracted by fear and despair."
After saying that, the clown looked at the poet who carefully put away the 'Moth Mother's Children', raised his eyebrows and said: "The last mission of the Heart Eater After the failure, he was still lurking in Dorne."
"I heard that he turned into a woman?"
"Go and find him."
Heard. After the clown's words, the poet's expression suddenly became meaningful. He said "Oh" enthusiastically, and smiled a little inexplicably: "He turned into a woman? Interesting!"
The clown waved his hand and said: "Go."
"Go and do your business, and find out where the animal trainer is."
"This guy is running around all day."< br>
"Didn't he bring Dagon's heirs? What new pets are he looking for?"
The clown's words stopped abruptly.
He frowned and looked in the direction of the market area, tutting:
"The night watchman is already here!"
"There is also a Death Patroller. It's interesting that we were discovered so quickly." ”
A strange halo appeared in the shadows.
The clown made a gorgeous turn, as if it were an opening ceremony in the shadows, bowing and saluting towards the deserted alley, like a clown about to perform on stage, using a weird aria, serious and He said excitedly: "Audiences! The city of Dorne is now a gladiatorial arena."
"Come on."
"Let us perform a wonderful death battle for the superior demigods!"
"The nameless ones from the shadows."
"Reflections of the heroes of mankind throughout the ages."
"Next."
"We invite the Doomsday Circus and the Night Watch!...The fate of mankind will be decided at this moment!..."
In the creeping shadows.
A strange sound like applause came.
The other members of the Doomsday Circus looked at each other and stood behind the clown in a tacit understanding. At the same time, they bowed and saluted towards the flowing shadows. In the shadows, it seemed as if there was a mist parting, and each one was magnificent black. The giant sat in the auditorium filled with bones.
A moment later.
The black giant's reflection gradually disappeared.
The figures of the poet and the dwarf soon left in the aura of the spell.
In the dark.
The clown stood alone and slowly made a shadow.
The shadow was like mud in his hand, and he quickly pinched out the figure of a man in a robe. It looked like a black clay doll. He looked around and threw it casually. On the ground, accompanied by the squirming black sludge, a living person with an expressionless face appeared on the spot.
"You play with them."
"Stir up the atmosphere!"
The clown chuckled and disappeared in the shadows.
The man in gray robe who appeared on the spot looked around and immediately ran away in the direction of the alley.
A few minutes later.
A vigorous figure flew across the roof. He landed quickly, frowned and looked around, murmuring: "Something's wrong!"
"Why are there so many traces here."
"Also An accomplice? "
This is a night watchman passing by a ranger. After tracking here, he found that there were more traces left behind.
Soon, he locked onto one of the traces and quickly pursued it.
Not far away.
Benjamin, Daisy, William and others appeared, while Xiao En was suspended in mid-air thirty meters away from them. His figure was completely invisible. He took off his confusion and searched for traces of the enemy.
The high-level hunter promoted by the ranger has tracked the enemy.
But for some reason, Xiao En's spirituality was flickering and he felt a little uneasy.
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(End of this chapter)