v2 Chapter 17： Byron Palace

Thurn Island is in a world of white clouds, and today the fog is very heavy, and the whole island is enveloped in it, making it like a fairyland.

Even the early morning sunlight seemed to be unable to penetrate the fog and hit the ground.

A little bit of time has passed, but the fog still has no tendency to spread out, but has a more dense appearance.

In this white misty environment, many pirates are sleeping lazily in the Byron Palace. These humans who hang their heads on their waists and are always ready to meet death can always grasp every minute and second to recuperate and entertain themselves.

No one knows how long they can live in this chaotic era, and they should enjoy every day.

"Call! Call! Call!"

In the house, dull breathing came out smoothly, and the pirates slept soundly.

In such an atmosphere, even the person in charge is sleepy and inattentive.

No one noticed that in the silence, strangers had mixed into the palace and turned into shadows, quietly moving towards the scattered places around the palace, and the cadres' residences moved quickly.

"Move apart, the central hall gathers!"

Half an hour ago, Tang En waved his orders.

Afterwards, he took Waldford all the way to the main hall. On the way, using the ability of the heart net to smoothly avoid the sight of many pirates, no one can find him. Even if it is only two or three meters apart, the misty haze, combined with the strength of its heart net, still makes the pirates blind.

The gods don’t know, the ghosts don’t think that Tang En has gone deep into the hall.

"Byron Palace, the navy doesn't know much about it. Rumors are about animals."

Tang En said in his heart that the next Waldorf was excited but nervous.

Such assassination activities made him feel extremely stimulating and very consistent with the young people's adventurous spirit.

"Unexpectedly, my first mission was to face such a big pirate!"

In Wardford's heart, Byron Palace is definitely a big man among pirates. The guy who can be sandwiched between the white beard and the golden lion, and still safe, will naturally not be the weak. Whether it is courage or strength, it is inevitably powerful.

In the mist of white mist, in front of the cadres' room, a shadow came quietly.

They walked silently during the walk, and the turbulent air flow made the mist swell, but it quickly passed away.

"Hello, there seems to be something coming? Did you see it?"

Some of the pirates on guard suddenly pulled the people next to them by surprise.

"is it?"

The other man also turned his head sharply, his eyes drifting around, but after taking a closer look, he didn't notice any abnormalities.

"I didn't see anything, did you dazzle? After all, I hadn't slept all night. I stood at the whistle last night and did that exciting exercise again."

The pirate shook his head and said with a smile, his eyes showing light that only men could understand.

"Hey, don't say that, Xiaolang's hoofs are really strong enough, and I feel like they are all squeezed out by her."

"Now my waist hurts and my eyes are dry."

With that said, the man revealed a bit of beating again.

"Twelve times, I can't stand it."

"Seeing that you can't stand it, I went to the toilet eight times last night."

Another laughed.

"Alas, people are old."

Speaking of going to the toilet, a trace of frustration surfaced on the pirates. As he grew older, his body became less and less able, which was something he had to admit.

As soon as the voice fell, the fog on his side suddenly surging, and a long knife flashed, and he immediately came to the front, making the pirate's eyes wide, and he would shout.

But it was too late, and the long knife appeared suddenly. Then, with a stroke, he felt the airflow in his throat, ran wildly, and his blood was reflected in his eyes.

Blood is his blood spraying.

"Uh!"

Covering his neck, the pirate looked across, but found his companion, with the knife point on his chest sticking out, and blood surging wildly.

"What's the matter, Lao Tzu is the most annoying group of guys, bragging, and twelve times!"

"I guess he is soft once."

Dorons and others murmured scoldingly.

Afterwards, they kicked open the front door and surged in like a hungry wolf.

Suddenly, there was a thunderous sound in this house, and there was blood blooming.

After about thirty breaths, Dorons and others stepped out.

"The goal has been solved, this task is too simple!"

"That guy sleeps like a pig. After discovering us, he hits us naked. The picture is really unsightly!"

"You should be glad he didn't pee at you."

Laughing and scolding, the team disappeared into the mist.

On the other side, a sudden collision sound suddenly sounded in a room, but it quickly disappeared.

"Target resolved."

Harder looked serious and murmured, and as soon as he stepped out of the room, his figure quickly entered the fog.

Behind him, there was a corpse upside down.

"We are done, don't know what happened to Tang En?"

Pat whispered.

In front of him, the corpses piled up into a hill, placed in the very center of the room.

This was a silent assassination. With their strength, they carried out a sneak attack. The cadres of the Byron Pirates had no time to react and were annihilated. They started cruelly, quickly, and showed no mercy. The purpose is to resolve the battle without causing any waves.

In front of Byron Palace.

Tang En and Waldorf stood in the mist, squinting at the humble palace.

Compared with the real national palace, the pirates have great ambitions, but they are still too poor in detail and mind, and they lack the details.

There is still a gap between the mob and the king.

The Byron Kingdom in front of it is more like a temporary shed, except for the gorgeous, the rest is only empty.

"Byron Palace."

Tang En murmured and stepped forward.

Waldorf followed closely.

After a few steps, Tang En stretched out his hands and pushed open the door.

The interior of the palace was unexpectedly bright, with torches burning at every distance on the surrounding walls, illuminating the room.

In the depths of the palace, there is a soft slump, at the moment a middle-aged man is lying there.

In front of him, there were piles of gold and jewels, under the light, reflecting the ambilight.

"are you asleep?"

Upon seeing the spread of color, he quickly clarified the situation of the middle-aged man, and Tang En narrowed his eyes.

The right hand slowly lifted up, fingertips extended.

"Twenty million volts, discharge."

The blue electric light burst out of his fingers, meandering in the void, and turned into a thin thunder dragon, terrible.

"Prick!"

The electric light was shining, burning the air, and in a blink of an eye, it had reached the front of the collapse.

"boom!"

Then, with a loud explosion, it collapsed under the impact of thunder and lightning, and exploded into pieces, burning a flame.

Tang En stood at the door, watching the deserted, flaming, soft eyes, his eyes narrowing.

"Oh?"