In the afternoon of autumn, the attic corridor.

There is no such thing as autumn tiger in the north, but the weather has been good these days, basically without clouds and sunshine. Although there is not much warmth, watching the charming light pour down, it will make people feel a little bit smoky and lazy.

This attic is not built in a remote place, but it is a distance from the busiest city center. It is good to have a sense of quietness. In this way, the wind and rain outside will naturally not blow here.

The price of houses in such a location is naturally not cheap, and of course, it will not be bad in design. Take the corridor in front of you to say that its ceiling is not simply covered with bricks and tiles, but has some rectangular wooden blocks on it, and then some plants similar to ivy are moved on the wood. It is less craftsmanship and more elegant. It looks green and very pleasing to the eye.

Tang En is walking downstairs now. The corridor is not long and there are no pavilions and water pavilions next to it, but it always makes people feel much more comfortable when walking.

Now, a week has passed since he was able to get up, and his injuries are recovering rapidly. In addition to the slightest pain in some internal injuries, his injuries have actually healed. However, according to Joshia's request, he still cannot go out, and now he can only go around the attic for a few laps.

Tang En did not refuse this seemingly unreasonable request. On the contrary, he enjoyed the tranquility here and just took the opportunity to sort out his experience of the recent battles.

Samp eventually died at Tang En's hands. After entering the crack of the space, he was rolled to somewhere. Perhaps he was still floating in the dark space. Enjoy his permanent loneliness, or perhaps he encountered something unknown. He was swallowed and smashed... Who knows, no one cares.

The most intuitive gain from Samp's death was that nearly 15,000 blood energy, which did not meet the upgrade requirements, but made great contributions. As for some invisible microscopic aspects, Tang En gained experience in fighting with the magician. Although Samp is an atypical magician, it is still somewhat similar in some characteristics. For example, not being good at approaching. In that hut made of sealed stone, Tang En had an absolute advantage, that is, Samp. If it were an ordinary great magician, if he didn't support the shield, he might have been killed by him first...

Furthermore, even if you support the shield, as long as Tang En burst out, you can increase the holding of the six times in the blood and energy special effects, and you can also break it in a short period of time. If you think about it, the chance of killing Sethman will be even higher! Of course, if there is Xia Wei'an...

Huh... He let out a long sigh, Tang En shook his head. It was obvious that he could not resist the attack of the humanoid female beast.

Although her strength is also high-level earth level. It looks the same as Olyph. But when she really fights, of course, it is not just about comparing the fighting spirit level. Just like in the previous team of the Temple of Light, there was also a big magician. As a result, Lian and several other high-level magicians were beaten to death and injury by Samp. For this pervert, challenged above level is common, and fighting at the same level is even more difficult.

You still have to work hard! If someone like Samp is killed by me every day, how great it would be! Tsk tsk, the number one in the world is not a dream... The lazy afternoon sun did not catch Tang En's sleepworm, but it made him start dreaming during the day.

The great magician is not a piglet waiting in line to slaughter. If that is true, let alone the blood and energy have been upgraded, Tang En will wait to go to hell to meet Samp.

Shaking his head and hummed a few small songs. Tang En knew that this idea was unrealistic, so he immediately put aside his thoughts and continued to walk forward.

"Huh?" Looking at the mottled light and shadows on the floor, Tang En's lips curled up slightly, revealing the smile of a child seeing the toy.

Bang! After snapping his fingers, Tang En's figure suddenly seemed to shrink in the shadow, and then gradually faded until it disappeared.

Stepping, rustling...the mottled light and shadow, the light is dark and bright. Tang En's figure constantly changes between light and shadow, sometimes appearing, sometimes hiding his shape...

From a distance, Tang En seemed to be moving forward in a way that shrank the ground into an inch.

Shadow hides, masters. Shadows disappear, and wanders around shadows. The skill lasts for three minutes, cools for five minutes, and consumes 800 blood and gas.

This is Yingniu, Tang En's skill of enlightenment in the cracks in the space. At that time, he moved out of the parallel space directly, but now he can't go in again. The principle is also very simple, just like a room. If there is no key, it is always easier to come out than to go in.

What Tang En can do now is relying on shadows to hide invisibly. However, the old butler said that as long as you practice this skill to the level of great success, you can come and go to the space freely. Tang En naturally expects this. Think about it, when the target object walks in his impregnable castle without knowing anything, the space suddenly ripples, and a dagger stretches out and passes silently through his throat, and then disappears...

I am really looking forward to it! Tang En felt a little dreaming during the day. Then he suddenly looked up and his body appeared from the shadow.

At the arch dozens of meters away in front, a young man with a pale face and a crooked face opened his mouth wide and looked here. His expression was obviously scared.

Tang En's thinking was a little dispersed just now, and the other party happened to turn from the arch outside, so he didn't realize it at the first time that the young man must have seen the scene that he had just appeared.

"Ahem!" He woke up the other party with two coughs. Tang En bowed a little and saluted, "Brother Karuk, good afternoon."

"Uh, okay, okay..." After a moment, the young man closed his mouth and walked over, as if he had not seen the scene just now, as if he had paid a formal salute: "Yeah, Captain Tang is good at noon." His tone was a bit hoarse and weird, but it looked like a young man, but the sound made had the sense of a middle-aged man's sense of stability.

"Haha, how about it? Is Brother Carruk still used to wearing this little thing?" Tang En looked at the other party's sallow face and said with a smile.

The young man subconsciously touched his face, and then smiled and said, "I'm used to it, so used to it. A few days ago, I was shocked by a few brothers who were close to me, haha..."

"Ha, that's good."

Tang En had been recuperating here for a while and was naturally familiar with Karuk, the leader of this secret institution. Later, he occasionally learned that the other party seemed to be targeted and had nothing to do. So he made a disguise prop according to his face shape.

Tang En's craft was nothing to say. After getting it, Karuk felt like he had a treasure. Then he took advantage of it and caught two guards who were following and stalking. After a little inquiry, he realized that the security halls in various cities recently wanted to capture propaganda personnel from the gray-clothed army. Karuk was targeted because he had always gone to the treatment hall to buy medicine for Tang En a few days ago.

The first battle was won because I don’t know if anyone else knew his face. Karuk now goes out with the disguised prop all day long. It seems like he has an extra identity, which naturally makes other personnel in the secret agency jealous. However, despite being entrusted many times, Karuk declined them all. In his opinion, this thing must be a treasure that is hard to buy, and Tang En would not have too many.

"Is there anything wrong in such a hurry?" Tang En asked casually as he looked at the sweat on the other person's nose.

After hesitating, Carruk said: "It's nothing to Captain Tang's story... Well, I just got the news that the night before yesterday, a well-equipped army of more than 80,000 people and well-equipped troops entered the 100,000 mountains and was heading towards Shuguang City."

"Oh." Tang En raised his eyebrows and then felt relieved. Calculate the day. It has been more than ten days since the last defeat. Now there are still rumors outside. The Northern Military Office is naturally anxious, so in such a short time, they gathered people and rushed in again.

But 80,000 people... Haha, you still haven't learned the lesson.

"I understand. Brother Karuk will do it first, I won't disturb you."

"Yeah. Then I'm not polite."

After all, it was an attack on the base area, and it was a size of more than 80,000 people. Although there was nothing here, Karuk was still extremely anxious. He said hello and hurried across the corridor.

Tang En also lost the intention of continuing to walk at this time and turned to walk into his house.

Karuk is naturally going to report the news to Joshia now. Although Riva City is very close to the 100,000 mountains, it is not the nearest border city after all. It can be seen from the time of the news that the army had entered the 100,000 mountains nearly two days ago, but they have only received the news now.

Therefore, in order to obtain first-hand information, Joshia, as the leader of the secret agency, must switch to the nearest Linbian city.

In fact, it is easy to transfer. Joshia and Tangen only need to pack up their things and set off. When Diff and his team knew that the regular Bran soldiers were defeated in the second battle, they had already left here. Some returned to the headquarters of Shanxi City, while others returned to their respective cities.

Now the wind and rain in various cities in the north actually have more or less their shadows behind them.

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In the next few days, cities in the north became more and more lively.

It seemed that I was very confident in this encirclement and suppression, but it seemed that I wanted to divert the public's attention. After the army penetrated into the 100,000 mountains, the official newspaper began to impatiently convey every movement of the army.

Soon, all kinds of news appeared in the newspapers.

"Eighty thousand bandit suppression troops officially entered the 100,000 mountain boundaries..."

"The sneak attack plan of the gray-clothed rioters was discovered, and the Bran army won a small victory and wiped out more than a thousand enemies..."

"Pushing a hundred kilometers away from the gathering place of rioters, you can break into the ground soon."

...

Newspapers in various cities were collectively thrilling, and there were constant newspapers published. It gave people the feeling that these more than 80,000 regular soldiers were pushing forward with this unstoppable power, and the gray-clothed army was crushed like a native chicken and a dog.

Of course, if there is a discerning person, it can naturally be seen that these so-called good news are not mentioned at all. It seems that during the past, regular soldiers all had the protection of the God of Light and were invulnerable to swords and guns.

Those who compiled newspapers can naturally think of these things. However, there was no such data coming back in front of them, and they were not easy to polish. In addition, this was indeed the best start among several bandit suppressions. You must know that they wrote that they didn’t even know what the gathering place of the Gray-Clothed Army looked like. In the past, they used to be uniformly used as a copycat, but after the two wars, it was clear that the number of people on the other side was large, so naturally it was not something that a bandit village could let go. Now the Bran army was about to be at the city, and they were crying. Damn, they could finally know where the other party lived and what its name was...
Chapter completed!