Chapter 17

No need to look back, just the smell of sulfur in the air told Jason what happened.

explode!

An unprecedented explosion!

An explosion that directly shreds the Taoer 'Dark Guardians'!

The carriage stopped again.

Jason and Peters stood on the top of the carriage and looked at Taoer.

The little half of the tower was turned into ruins!

The explosion point was at the center. The energy released in an instant turned into a huge shock wave, turning Taoer's city center into a ruined wall. From the angle where Jason was standing, Taoer at the moment seemed like a flower. It's like a strange flower, with ugly petals and hideous stamens.

Just looking at it is very uncomfortable.

Jason's face was quite ugly.

Not because of the embarrassment of just speculating wrong.

Rather...

The level of danger of the 'Renaissance Society' made Jason more and more cautious.

A conformist enemy is not to be feared.

The scary thing is that this enemy has learned to change!

Moreover, it has changed in a way that is unimaginable to ordinary people!

Jason can be sure that before this explosion, no one would have thought that the Revival Society would use explosives.

Because of this, they won a perfect victory.

It is difficult for ordinary people to evacuate a city, but under the premise of adequate preparation, it is not difficult for the 'mystery side'.

But it is quite difficult to completely destroy a team of guards on the "mysterious side", and each of them is not weak.

Because these guards are not only familiar with the "mysterious side", but also must cooperate very well. If the situation is not right, they will definitely run away. Even if they kill a few, more will escape.

unless a trap is laid,

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And the number and strength of the attackers have an absolute advantage.

But what kind of trap is more suitable than the explosives just now?

Easy, simple, and direct.

"How, how...how could this be..."

Peters murmured absentmindedly.

His hand involuntarily rubbed the hilt of his short sword, and his whole body was shaking.

Peters' perception of the 'Renaissance Society' is quite complicated.

On the one hand, he disapproved of the radical approach of the 'Renaissance Society'.

On the other hand, he agrees with the idea that the 'Renaissance Society' insists on 'tradition' and insists on cold weapons and bare hands.

But now...

The 'Renaissance Society' also used gunpowder!

The last piece of persistence in Peters' heart also began to collapse.

"Sure enough, 'old guys' like you and I should quit the stage of the times."

Touching the familiar hilt, Peters thought silently in his heart.

However, not now.

Peters hasn't forgotten his commitment to being a 'driver'.

Although it is only used to disguise an identity, a promise is a promise and will not change.

"Mr. Jason, we need to leave as soon as possible."

"The annihilation of Tao'er's 'Dark Guardian' will definitely make the Federation make a big move."

"If you are entangled by them, you will definitely not be able to reach Hans Harbour before the 26th."

Peters reminded.

Jason nodded immediately and returned to the carriage.

He will not refute the fact that is about to happen.

In Jason's mind, he has already thought of what it will be like in the next days.

Not only Taoer, the nearby towns will surely be surrounded by many federal investigators.

After thinking for a while, Jason said directly:

"Peters, bypass the nearby towns..."

Speaking of this, Jason paused slightly, his cautious personality came into play again, making him unconsciously want to expand the scope of this bypass, and immediately, Jason made a decision.

"Bypass Rob as well, let's go further afield for supplies."

"Yes, sir."

Peters agrees with the decision.

If it weren't for the lack of supplies and the carriage was not his, Peters even hoped that Jason would give up the carriage and walk with him to the 'Hans' harbour from a more remote place.

From evening to dawn, and then to the next afternoon.

The carriage galloped all the way, detouring all the towns in the direction of Taoer.

Peters finally slowed as the carriage approached Rob's range.

It wasn't that Peters didn't want to go around Rob directly, but that the two horses pulling the cart were too tired. If they ran further, they would probably die of exhaustion on the spot.

Jumping out of the coachman's seat, Peters raised his hand and stroked the exhausted horses, massaging them with a special technique to relieve fatigue, and at the same time, began to feed the horses with good bean cakes, and then brought two large buckets of clean water to the two. In front of the horses, let them drink it as soon as they bow their heads.

The horse sticks out its tongue and licks the water.

During this process, Peters has been carrying two buckets of water.

There is tenderness in his eyes.

That's an innate love for animals.

When the two horses were fed and rested, Peters knocked on the door of the carriage.

Boom, boom, boom.

Hearing the sound, Jason put down the book, pushed the door and walked down.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Jason."

"I concealed my identity before."

As soon as Jason got off the carriage, Peters couldn't wait to say, Jason didn't speak, and quietly listened to Peters' story.

"I'm from the genre 'Cat Cave', just like Hume said, I inherited the name of 'Black Cat'."

"Humm, it's the young man you met at the Shire garage before."

"He is my junior brother. I don't know when he joined the 'Renaissance Society'."

When it comes to Hume, Peters' tone is full of worry.

He was reluctant to admit in his heart that Hume knew about the final big explosion, because it betrayed Hume's words and deeds, and it was a deception to him.

However, he also wanted Hume to know, because only then would Hume be safe.

Otherwise, with Hume's temper, there will definitely be trouble.

And the 'Renaissance Society' will not show mercy to the troublemakers.

After taking a few breaths, Peters suppressed the worries in his heart and brought the topic back:

"As you know, the establishment of the Federation made all genres a thing of the past."

"Under the range of countless cannons, the splendor of the past is annihilated."

"What's left is just the 'Griffin'."

"Or, 'Griffin' is the winner."

"After all, the current federation is called the 'Griffin Federation'."

Speaking of which, Peters gave a wry smile.

The tone that followed was even more desolate.

"We should have long thought that when the 'Griffin' defeated the only master of the genre era, they had already won a key victory chip, but no one was willing to give up the rights and wealth at that time."

"Eventually, the war broke out."

"The 'Cat Cave', 'Bear Tower', 'Wolf Castle', 'Snake Cave', 'Eagle Cliff', 'Tiger Mountain' and other genres have all perished."

"At least……"

"On the surface it is."

"Most of the people were indeed killed under the artillery, but a small number of people are still alive. Some of them, like me, hid their identities, and some gathered together and formed a 'Renaissance Society'!"

Referring to the establishment of the 'Renaissance Society', Peters entered a brief silence.

When he spoke again, it was no longer about telling, but about asking.

"Can I ask you a question?"