With such doubts, he found his contact person in the resistance and replenished a batch of storm domain charms made by Bai Xi.
At 11 o’clock at night, Alger quietly left the hotel and walked out of the city along the shadows of the street.
He is not worried that the sailors will find that he is not there when they come back, because he also has physiological needs, and he may have slept on the bed of a girl in the “Red Theater” and is reluctant to come back. There are many similar brothels in Bayam, and there are dozens of them. Many street girls don’t mean to know that there is something wrong with the “Red Theater” just by confirming that there is no one there.
After leaving Bayam, Alger walked on a narrow road that could not pass carriages, heading halfway up the seaside mountains.
Suddenly, his eyes froze and he discovered something was wrong.
Under the crimson moonlight, a mountain peak that should have existed disappeared.
Correspondingly, below, rocks piled up, vegetation disappeared, and the terrain was almost completely changed.
Alger came from the Resistance Private Port before and had no chance to pay attention to the mountains here, so he didn’t notice anything unusual until now.
The mountain collapsed. It actually collapsed. Yes, newspapers did mention it before. Bayam suffered a shallow earthquake, and its power was concentrated in the mountains outside the city. The deacon of the church said that Gehrman Sparrow was almost destroyed. Byam, and there were demigods involved in that incident, the time of the two was very close. Could it be that this was caused by Gehrman Sparrow? He triggered a demigod-level battle, but he managed to escape. And conveniently killed “Admiral Blood” Alger’s pupils dilated, his steps slowed down, and he paused.
He suddenly understood why the Church of Storms valued Gehrman Sparrow so much and why it issued a reward of up to 50,000 pounds.
In the undamaged cemetery ahead, the cold wind blew out and rushed towards Alger in the silent night, making him tremble involuntarily.
At this moment, Alger’s heart moved. He turned his head sideways and looked behind him.
In the dark environment under a giant tree, a figure quickly sketched out.
This figure pressed the hat on his head and slowly raised his head, revealing a thin face, deep outlines, and dark brown eyes that did not contain any emotion. He was none other than Gehrman Sparrow.
Sure enough, it was “teleported”. What a luxury. Alger tensed up and relaxed immediately, but his inner vigilance and vigilance we