Chapter 960 Movie Quotes

The Hidden Land has been peaceful for too long, so long that the residents here never thought that war would start here.

The turmoil caused by Blogo also affected the Wasteland City. The shops on the street were open, but there was no one inside. Most of the disabled stayed at home to avoid being involved in the disputes of the Condensers. There were also some scattered pedestrians standing on the street, looking at the billowing smoke rising from the towers from afar.

Some people were cheering with fists, while others were full of worries. Although they were oppressed by the Condensers, the disabled had been accustomed to a peaceful life, and no one wanted a fire to burn up this hard-earned life.

Blogo crossed the street, following the path in his memory, and walked to the original bus terminal. He should be able to get some help there.

Along the way, Blogo met many disabled people. Most of them were dissatisfied with the Condensers. Their anger had been accumulated for too long. Blogo once thought that he could use the disabled to cause a riot.

Unfortunately, there is not much point in doing this. Even if there are many incomplete people, as long as there is a negative person, they can be easily crushed to death.

Absolute power brings absolute class differences.

An alarm sounded again, but unlike the previous alarm that sounded throughout the city, this time the alarm only covered the wasteland city area. Bologo was a little confused, but the incomplete people around him were obviously familiar with this alarm.

Their faces became embarrassed, and they left the street in a hurry, some went home, some went to the store, and even the homeless people on the street found a shadow to hide themselves.

For a while, the whole street was cleared, and several figures passed through the air. Bologo roughly sensed it, and he vaguely sensed the etheric reaction of the defenders and the negative people.

Through the conversation with Osana, Bologo got a lot of useful information. Now, most of the glory people of the Secret Group were sent to deal with Nathanir, and the other part escorted Holt and brought them to the fantasy tree to convert them into fresh nutrients.

For this reason, the Council of Sages currently has not many high-level combat forces that can be mobilized. Bologo guessed that at least no Glory One would come directly to the door... Even if he was caught by the Glory One, there should be only one Glory One on the other side, and Bologo still has room to resist.

"Don't worry about Holt and the others?" Palmer asked.

"No need."

Bologo shook his head, and his words were full of trust in Holt, even though the two had never met a few times.

"Holt is a team leader, I don't think he will surrender so easily," Bologo guessed, "Holt should be planning something."

"Are you so sure?"

"It's not a certainty, but a fact. Isn't this easy to infer?" Bologo asked back, "Do you think that Holt, such a proud person, will be so obediently controlled by the enemy? Even if they are Glory Ones."

Bologo secretly said in his heart, "No, he will definitely fight to the death."

The current situation is very chaotic, but Bologo remains optimistic.

"Come here, stand tight," Blogo put his hand on Palmer's shoulder, "Olivia, help me."

As soon as the voice fell, a creeping shadow covered the two of them. When they stepped into the shadow of the alley, they merged into it completely.

Not long after, a team of fully armed condensers walked through the street. They searched around vigilantly. The fluctuations of ether spread in all directions like ripples, trying to find an echo.

"The other party is also professional." Blogo whispered.

Blogo guessed that the Secret Land should be completely blocked at this time to prevent him from escaping. If necessary, the Sage Council should also interrupt all means of communication to prevent Blogo from conveying what happened here to the Order Bureau headquarters.

After destroying several towers in succession, they also realized that they would not hide between the towers, which would be too easy to be discovered. For this reason, they speculated that they were in the Wasteland City.

They guessed right.

"It's time to go."

Berogo and Palmer moved in the shadows. He believed in Osana, but he would not trust her completely. After all, the two were never on the same side. Osana was for her family and the truth, while Berogo was just for work and a little bit of salvation.

They only had some overlapping interests, and were far from being comrades-in-arms who lived and died together.

Therefore, Berogo did not have much expectation for the help promised by Osana, but when Berogo walked through the streets and alleys cautiously and arrived at the terminal, he saw the two familiar figures again. What he did not expect was that Osana was unexpectedly reliable at this point.

On the empty street, a man and a woman were vigilantly observing the surroundings. They wore the same concealment cloak as Berogo, and the falling cloth highlighted the outline of the gun.

Berogo remembered these two people, Yannis and Yolanda. They were both disabled and Osana's representatives among the disabled.

Blogo didn't think the Council of Sages was a bunch of idiots... maybe they were a little stupid, but they wouldn't be so stupid as to lose control of their own forces.

They probably knew about the connection between Osana and the Incomplete, but due to the special nature of the Fantasy Family, they tolerated Osana's behavior. Osana probably also knew that her every move was under the watchful eyes of the Council of Sages, but she didn't care. On the contrary, the closer she was to the Incomplete, the more it proved that she was a firm believer in the truth.

Sometimes, the unchanging routine can make people let down their guard.

"It looks like someone is here to pick us up."

Berogo muttered, without hesitation, and strode out with Palmer towards the two people.

Palmer looked at the two unfamiliar faces and asked in confusion, "Another acquaintance?"

"Not yet, but soon."

Hearing Berogo's response, Palmer doubted his life for a moment, "Berogo, we have been here for less than 48 hours!"

In less than 48 hours, Berogo's friends were everywhere in the Hidden Land.

Shocked, Palmer couldn't help complaining, "I thought you were not good at socializing."

"It depends on the situation. In normal life, I really hate unnecessary socializing, but if this is work, then I will do it very well," Berogo was full of confidence, and signaled Yolanda with his eyes, "Want to bet? They will soon be our good friends."

Palmer looked at Berogo with contempt. If Serre said these words, he would still believe them, but Berogo? It's impossible. Even if Blogo is good at socializing, he is definitely not good at socializing with women.

"Hello."

Blogo greeted the two. After all, he was a foreigner. No matter what he wanted to do next, it would be best to have locals to help him.

Yolanda smiled at Blogo, and Yannis nodded slightly. After hanging out with Palmer for a long time, Blogo had some bad words in him.

So in this situation, Blogo said to Yolanda, "I am being followed, oh, to be precise, being hunted."

As soon as she heard the first half of the sentence, Yolanda laughed non-stop.

"To get rid of these guys, please help me cover up," Blogo said with an embarrassed look, "Just pretend to be my old friend, act like you have a good chat with me, and better invite me to your house to hide for a while."

Palmer looked desperate. He heard that Blogo was talking about movie lines. He shouldn't believe Blogo's nonsense when he used movie lines to chat up people. But then the plot that shattered his worldview was played out in front of Palmer.

"Okay."

Yolanda readily agreed to Blogo. She turned her head and winked at Yannis. Yannis walked to the corner and pulled open the back door of the store.

"See, it worked." Blogo winked.

"How is it possible!"

Palmer completely forgot that a group of high-level condensers were hunting him, and said as if it was a daily joke, "Is it that simple?"

"Yes, it's that simple. This is what Serre taught me," Bologo pursed his lips, "Do you want to try it later? It works."

"No... No, I have Wosilin."

In this regard, Palmer was unexpectedly on the moral high ground.

"But... Is it that simple?" Palmer asked again.

"Maybe, or it may be that I have outstanding personal charm."

Bologo adjusted his ragged collar. The ether lightning of the Duke of Origin burned his decent shirt into pieces. He hoped that there would be new clothes in the store.

Walking into the room, Yannis closed the back door vigilantly and locked the door. This door, this wall, the whole room, they can't stop the high-level condensers, they will only be completely destroyed in a breath, but for the fragile and disabled, this is a rare means to increase their sense of security.

Arriving at a temporarily safe environment, Blogo's relaxed smile suddenly turned serious.

"We need a batch of supplies, preferably the soul of Mangyin. I consumed a lot of my ether just now to get out of here."

With the amount of ether of the defender, this consumption is not a big impact on Blogo, but out of vigilance, he hopes to always maintain his prime.

"I also need a detailed map of the Secret Land, and the Holy Hub," Blogo accurately put forward his request, "If possible, I hope you can help me plan a route to the Holy Hub, the more hidden the better."

Yolanda was stunned for a moment, and after she came to her senses, she said, "You are much more professional than I thought."

Blogo replied, "Fortunately, I just thought about the next action strategy on the way, and sorted out the list of supplies by the way."

"Ah? What's the connection?"

Palmer still didn't keep up with the rhythm, but he realized that what Blogo just said was all lies. This guy knew these people from the beginning, and it was not a teaching of chatting up at all.

Blog ignored Palmer's words and continued to ask, "I'm in a hurry. Can you provide it as soon as possible?"

"Of course."

Yolanda turned around and led the way.

This is a tailor shop, full of cloth, half-cut clothes, and finished products waiting to be sold. Some are ordinary clothes, and some are fancy and exquisite robes and shawls, which look like the flashy traditional clothes of extraordinary families.

Blog stroked the cloth gently, and from these gorgeous clothes, he saw the shadow of the clothes of the Condensers of the Secret Group.

That's right, how could the noble Condensers become tailors, but they need someone to make clothes, so these jobs naturally fall on the disabled.

In addition to tailors, other jobs are also the same. Someone always needs to take on the job, but it will never be a Condenser.

Yannis walked in the front. This man always looked silent. He opened a secret door and a storage room came into view.

Several rows of shelves were neatly arranged, filled with injections, which contained silver souls that replenished the ether. In addition, there were medical kits, standard alchemical weapons and many other supplies.

"Has Osana anticipated this?"

Berogo was slightly surprised, and then he realized that Osana did not calculate him, she just calculated that this day would come, even if he was not there, someone else would come here at that time.

It was just that the person who happened to appear at this moment was Berogo, that's all.

"Are any of you injured?" Yolanda said as she opened the medical kit.

"No one was injured," Berogo shook his head, and then added, "I am an undead, he is a lucky ghost, we don't need this kind of thing the most."

"To be honest, I don't think I'm very lucky." Palmer rubbed the lucky dice nervously.

After inserting several injections into his neck, Berogo's eyes reflected a faint light, and then he carried a lot of injections with him in case of emergency.

Palmer became interested in those standard alchemical weapons, most of which were consumables that did not require ether injection and could be triggered by machinery.

After stuffing alchemical grenades into his waist, Palmer opened several boxes of alchemical warheads, inserted them into the ammunition belt one by one, and then hung them on his chest.

Seeing him fully armed, Blogo remembered the recruits he had led during the Scorched Earth Rage.

"Do you lack a sense of security?" Blogo asked.

Palmer patted the ammunition belt on his chest, "Now there is no shortage."

"Are you planning to raid the Holy Hub directly?" Yolanda interrupted, "This is not a wise choice."

"It is indeed unwise, but this is the best solution," said Blogo, "I am very good at decapitation operations, and only by paralyzing the decision-making center can the dispute stop."

"This is too reckless. You don't know the hidden power of the Secret Group."

Yolanda continued to persuade. This is a rare opportunity to shake the Sage Council. As a member of the Truth Faction, she can't just watch Blogo die. At least die after achieving the strategic goal.

"I know, I know."

Blogo tore off the shattered clothes on his body and changed into a traditional condenser costume brought from outside. The gray fabric was interspersed with bright silver silk threads, which looked particularly fancy.

Usually, Blogo likes low-key clothes, and it is best to lower his head to hide in the crowd, but this time time is tight, he has no time to waste on changing clothes. After a simple search, only this one fits better.

After putting on his clothes and cloak, Blog continued, "Yeah, I've only been in this hellhole for less than 48 hours. How can I know everything about this place?"

Thinking that Blog had changed his mind, Yolanda breathed a sigh of relief, but then Blog said again.

"So I need you, you locals, to tell me everything you know," Blog said, pulling out the Grievances, "Sorry, this is not a request, but coercion. I don't have time to waste on communicating with you and gaining trust."

Silent Yannis looked at Blog, who was full of murderous intent. It took him less than a few seconds to recognize the situation and silently opened another secret door on the floor of this storage room.

The secret door was bottomless, with only darkness.

Blog raised his eyebrows and put away the Grievances, "Thank you for your cooperation."

Seeing that there was no hope of obstruction, Yolanda's tone was full of pessimism, "This is not a line from that movie."

"I know," Blog walked to the secret door and said, "This is a line from another movie."