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The encounter between the orc and Aaron was extremely brief, even just a few face-to-face moments, so fast that Alice hadn't even slipped down yet.

Although the orc was knocked away by the giant hand of earth and stone, he was born with rough skin and thick flesh and still stood up shaking his slightly heavy head.

Being aroused by the smell of blood, he had no desire to think at all. He roared and rushed forward again.

Alice frowned and subconsciously rolled up her cuffs to greet him.

Although she had no weapons, it was not a big problem for a sword-type warrior like her.

However, several light blue ice guns condensed from mid-air and shot directly towards the orcs.

The speed of the ice gun was extremely fast, even before the orc could react. The sharp ice gun directly penetrated the orc's body and began to expand in the blink of an eye.

The orcs who were running wildly did not expect it at all. Inertia arbitrarily caused the muscles, bones and ice to have a head-on negotiation.

And the most terrifying thing is that although the still-powerful ice spear is nailed to the ground, its end is still growing!

The orc rushed forward a few steps with the ice spear in his hand, but the wound that almost grew to the size of a human head made it difficult for him to continue fighting.

The blood-colored ice spread and expanded within his body, and finally broke out, growing into a strange blood-colored crystal pillar.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Aaron, for scaring you." Garcia, who had been silent, finally spoke.

A blue rune appeared silently on the back of his hand, spinning around his hand irregularly.

Obviously, this bloody crystal pillar is his masterpiece.

Looking at his childish face, no one would have thought that he was actually a Silver-level transcendent.

"Aaron!" Sartre also noticed Aaron's side and moved closer under the protection of his junior student Siosande.

At this moment, the scene was extremely chaotic.

The fight between Bars, Dagos and others on the second floor was still going on, and from time to time there would be an earth-shattering collision, which even made the entire city lord's mansion tremble.

Facts have proved that Bals definitely retained some strength in the sewer, and it can even be said that he only used a small part of his strength.

On the first floor, the nobles who had been stunned by the orc raid finally came to their senses and cooperated to take action. Various runes flashed and they forcibly restored the situation on the field.

Most of these orcs are just thick-skinned and strong-bodied, and do not possess many extraordinary abilities.

They can easily massacre ordinary people, and can also pose a threat to black iron-level extraordinary beings, but once they face bronze-level or even silver-level extraordinary beings, they seem to be a bit stretched without extraordinary abilities.

With loose cooperation, the surviving extraordinary beings forcibly divided the orcs into several battle groups, gradually reducing the orcs' struggling space.

Several scepter-type extraordinary beings were already mobilizing their extraordinary abilities, using fire, acid, lightning and other spells to throw at the orcs for free.

If they weren't worried about hurting others, their offensive could be several times more violent.

its not right……

Aaron glanced at the situation and frowned.

Although the situation on the field was great, he always felt that something was wrong.

Judging from Bals's performance, I am afraid that he did not inspire his murderous intention, but inadvertently started the original plan in advance.

Regardless of whether he will provoke Bales tonight or not, I am afraid Bales will fall out tonight.

only……

If you want to kill everyone present just by relying on this group of orcs, wouldn't it be a bit too contemptuous of the nobles?

A skinny camel is bigger than a horse. No matter what, the strength of an extraordinary person is the right thing to stabilize this group of orcs who don't have extraordinary abilities.

Bals should take this into consideration, so what is his plan?

Before Aaron could think about it, Siosande had already rushed over from the chaos with Sartre, and even several pieces of equipment in Sartre's hand that could instantly cast protective spells had been consumed.

"Why are you here?"

"We found some clues and came to find Colin." Sartre looked up at the second floor, listened to the deafening noise, and shouted loudly, "Have you seen Colin?"

"Let's rush out first. What's wrong with him?" Aaron said decisively as he looked around, the ominous premonition in his heart getting stronger.

"He may have a problem. The spice accounts of the City Lord's Mansion are somewhat inconsistent."

Aaron wanted to say something more, but the next second, the originally noisy hall fell silent.

He could see Sartre's mouth opening and closing as if he was saying something, and he could also see a burning floor not far away falling from the second floor.

However, he couldn't hear the slightest sound.

What made him feel even more chilled was that subtle changes also occurred on the faces of several people traveling with him.

Aaron looked around subconsciously and saw the doubts on the faces of the noble men not far away.

At this moment, the sound seems to be separated from the entire world.

Then, a melodious sound of music floated into their ears.

In the silent world, the sound of music was so clear that Aaron couldn't help but listen carefully.

What surprised him was that this melodious melody seemed familiar. He seemed to have heard it somewhere, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

A faint black mist steamed up, and Aaron clearly felt the breath of the cultist.

The next moment, the sudden silence was shattered again by the noise that flooded into my mind.

Everything is back to normal, but everyone knows that this is not an illusion.

"Go quickly!" Meng Ji said in a rare and serious tone, "Go quickly, get out of here!"

"What is that?" Siosande subconsciously looked at the musician who was still waving the baton obliviously.

As a silver-level prophet, his intuition told him that the silence just now had an inexplicable connection with this musician.

"Hurry up!" Meng Ji ignored the explanation and urged Siosande, "I don't want to die here!"

"You are a creature from the dream world, how can you still die here?" Siosande sneered.

Siosande knew very well that creatures from the dream world could only come to the material world through projection. In other words, even Meng Ji who signed a contract with him could only end up possessing him through projection.

Although it is said that if the projection is eliminated in the material world, its body will suffer a certain amount of damage, but it is far from death.

This is also the reason for Siosande's disdain. Even if he dies here, for Meng Ji, it is just a new trader.

The little bit of loss caused by the dissipation of the projection is nothing at all to a creature like Meng Ji who is so long that she forgets time. At most, it is nothing more than a long sleep from which she can wake up.

However, Meng Ji's words caused everyone to run wildly in the next second!

"Don't you all know about the 'Natural Disaster·Throat of Death'?!"