Lord of the Silver Crow

Chapter 142: The Fleeing Poet

Yago followed the man in front,...maybe it should be called a girl? "Song of the Crow"

The southern city cluster of Arabella.

As he followed the opponent, he thought about what the overlapping misty figure represented.

He recalled that when he entered the book world for the second time, that is, in the story of "Song of the Crow," he appeared in the form of consciousness possession.

The overlapping figure in front of you may represent the person who appeared in this story world through possession.

The gray mist, which is almost the same as the mist presented by the surrounding people and fog, should be possessed.

And the haze of the girl in it, the haze with the gray star on the head and the gradual halo of green and purple, should be the main body.

Just as Yagos thought about it, the opponent stopped.

"Arrived."

Looking at the crowded square and the villain performing a drama in the distance, Yago thought.

However, the other party did not move on, but turned, walked along the street, bypassing the crowd.

"Do you want to go around?"

Yago followed behind him, thinking in his heart.

However, he guessed wrong.

The other party's destination is a clock tower.

A tall bell tower.

This made Yago feel a little puzzled. After all, he had entered the ruined temple for the first time through the bell tower before. As long as it was related to the bell tower, he had to think more.

However, this clock tower did not show anything special in Yago's vision.

Except for the possible involvement of the Black Bell Church, the bell tower is not a special building. The churches of various churches have a towering bell tower, and many large areas, such as city halls and boat harbors. In some places like squares, there will be a clock tower in front of the square.

The clock tower in front of you inherits the typical steampunk style of Arabella, as if the mix of Victorian and Gothic architecture.

A thick square tower stands on the ground, with rib-shaped flying buttresses on both sides, and a pointed top is deliberately made at the top to create a tall and thin feeling.

The person who didn't know whether it was a man or a girl looked up at the clock dial hanging on the top of the tower, and walked into the clock tower with the open door.

Yago followed immediately.

In the hazy fog, the tall and thin man stepped up the spiral staircase.

Yago followed closely behind him, stepping up the hazy misty stairs in the dark.

Following the opponent all the way to the top of the tower, and after reaching the top of the huge wall clock, Yago found that the opponent was standing there like this.

Holding the dark yellow fence beside him, the man has been facing forward, or facing down, scanning the square.

Yago stood not far from him, feeling the feeling similar to that of Betty.

"Are you looking for something?"

Yago thought, and looked at the square below.

However, in his line of sight, there was a squirming haze on that side, and it was impossible to distinguish the specific form.

Lingshi!

Yago visualized the combination of his eyes with the mist, and familiarly turned on his spiritual vision.

In the line of sight, there was only a hazy and misty scene, which outlines the edges and corners of the lines.

Only in the black, white and gray horizons, men and women with misty bodies walked in the square below.

But that's all.

Other than that, I can't see clearly.

He glanced at the man next to him. The brown-haired and brown-eyed man was looking at the scenery below seriously.

At this moment, the man suddenly whispered to himself:

"Is that the one with the crow?"

Looking at the subtitles that appeared before him, Yago raised his eyebrows:

"Found it? Can you see clearly? Is your eyesight so good?"

The performance of the other party made him envious.

This vision, 5.0 can't do it.

However, immediately, the next sentence appeared with unintelligible language:

"No, he's going to run."

Who is going to run? What disaster poet?

When Yago realized this idea, he saw him suddenly turn around and ran towards the stairs.

Da da da da-

The sound of continuous footsteps on the stairs came from the hard soles.

Staring down at the opponent's figure, Yago immediately followed.

......

Among the crowd.

A man wearing a robe and cloak, with a feathered green hat on his head, squeezed the crowd around him, and started to flee outside the square quickly.

"Disaster is coming, disaster is coming."

The man chanted this sentence repeatedly, and the small harp that he had hugged his waist was used as a tool by him.

Amidst complaints and curses, he squeezed the last group of people away and fled into the street.

From just now, the sense of crisis lingering in his mind made his movements seem a little flustered.

It is not the danger of others, not the danger of the theater, but the danger of oneself.

After the danger came to itself, it came from the direction of the bell tower.

The premonition in the dark made him start to flee without any hesitation.

The poet turned his head and glanced, suddenly, a vague image appeared in his mind.

The sight of two men running in tandem seems to be chasing something.

In the front is a man with brown hair and brown eyes in a trench coat.

However, at this moment, in front of him, he felt a tingling pain again.

The danger comes from the front.

It is another danger.

The man dressed as the poet paused, feeling a little at a loss:

"I'm surrounded!?"

how can that be?

This thought came to him in his mind.

After gritting his teeth, the poet took out a puppet from his arms and poured his spiritual mist into it, and at the same time, he recited the divine text.

At the end of the chanting, he handed the puppet in his hand to the mouth of the crow standing on his shoulder, and said hurriedly:

"Go ahead."

The crow grabbed the puppet in one bite, spreading its wings and flying.

The moment the crow flew away from his body, the mist swelled and formed a person exactly like him, running towards the direction he was running.

At the same time, the poet turned around and dashed into an alley, trying to escape from the hunt through the alley.

However, at this moment, a figure appeared in front of him.

That is a horse.

No, it is a combination of a horse and a person. The upper body is a person wearing armor, and the lower body is a horse.

The heavy body, like a statue, is covered with various gears and transmission structures on the copper-yellow torso.

At the moment when he appeared, the centaur Iron Knight raised the knight's gun in his hand, thinking of him stabbing.

The clockwork-like body made a heavy noise along with the movement.

"Towards my chest."

The poet with this premonition suddenly appeared in his mind, and he squatted down and rolled on the spot.

boom! ! !

Accompanied by the roar, the bronze knight's gun left a large pit on the ground.

After the tumbling, the poet took out a black bottle, pulled off the lid, and was about to throw it out towards the other party.

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