Legend of Valoran

The fog was thick, the moisture was heavy, and the entire Bilgewater was shrouded in a hazy night.

When most of the people in Bilgewater were asleep, the harsh fire alarm at the pier in Mousetown made the family living near the pier panic.

Glancing at the old friend Graves who was chasing behind him, Drizzt's teeth tickled with hatred. Had it not been for Graves to keep following, he would have escaped with card magic.

Before you know it, it's already late at night. Graves completely ignored the pursuit of the Iron Hook gang members behind him, only Drizzt was in his eyes. If it weren't for Drizzt to slip away, it would be difficult for him to try to get this cunning little white face out next time!

Watching Drizzt lead him to and fro around this pier, Graves could not wait to knock Drizzt, an old friend who could run, with a single shot. If he hadn't specifically stepped on it yesterday and was familiar with the terrain, he might have been stunned by Drizzt.

Sometimes the Iron Hook gang behind him chased up, and the grumpy Graves shot the Iron Hook gang member behind him with his best revolving shooting.

With this, he can not only create gunpowder smoke, kill the little brother of the Hook Gang who bothers him to chase Drizzt, but also shorten the distance with Drizzt.

Drizzt was both fortunate and worried after seeing that Graves had solved a few more problems. Fortunately, the idiot, Graves, unintentionally relieved the pressure on him, and the worry was that he was really afraid that Graves’ powerful shotgun would blow his head.

With the gray mist and the dim and weird night sky, Drizzt could vaguely see a stone bridge not far away.

Taking advantage of the mist and night, Drizzt quietly took out a card from his pocket. He ran wildly while staring nervously at Graves not far behind him.

While Graves turned his head to deal with the approaching Hook gang, Drizzt seized this moment of opportunity to perform teleportation magic.

The next moment, he appeared on the stone bridge he had seen before. After the rest of his life, Drizzt waved his hand at Graves who cursed him loudly not far away, and said softly, "There will be some time later, my old friend!"

Although I couldn't hear what Drizzt was talking about, Graves didn't expect anything to be kind. Looking at the stone bridge in the distance, his face that was harder than a tough guy showed unprecedented firmness.

Don't want to run away again, Drizzt!

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Humming to Zuan's vulgar trivia, Drizzt had already figured out how to play when he was paid. Although he felt he was calculated, he was sure that the employer would still pay him a commission as long as he saw the dagger in his hand.

The kind of extremely clever person should disdain to lose faith in his poor card game.

The more I thought, the better, Drizzt walked slowly on the stone bridge.

As he walked, Drizzt's pupils shrank slightly, and the road in front of the stone bridge was cut off! And at the end of the stone bridge, there is a group of people wearing red hats. This group of people Drizzt had the impression that they belonged to the Red Riding Hood, and they were also Planck's men.

"The card player, our captain wants you to go back."

There was something bad in his heart, and Drizzt hurried back. However, what made him feel worse was that under the stone bridge, Graves had already caught up.

Secretly cursing Graves, and Drizzt fell into anxiety like never before.

At this moment, the Iron Hook Gang also walked onto the stone bridge. Looking at the Hook gang chasing behind Graves, Drizzt only felt that the situation was getting worse.

Drizzt forced himself to calm down, and he stood by the fence of the stone bridge, looking down.

Below the railing, there are countless winches and pulley ropes, and further down is the bottomless sea.

Drizzt was dizzy, and his mood fell to the bottom. He staggered back to the heart of the bridge, the sight in the distance made his face even more pale.

In the distance, dawn was approaching, but Drizzt saw no hope. A huge black battleship is looming in the black fog, and densely packed boats are constantly pouring out of its abdomen, struggling towards this side.

Planck's people have already come out.

Drizzt shook his body and smiled bitterly.

Only then did he discover that there was a stele inscribed with Butcher's Bridge beside the bridge.

Looking at the group of people around, Planck's men and Graves who were sharpening their knives. Drizzt couldn't help but muttered in his heart: It's worthy of the Butcher's Bridge.

He could not break through the blockade of the Iron Hook Gang, nor could he persuade the Red Riding Hood to do a good job, nor could he kill the rough-skinned Graves.

Drizzt gritted his teeth and climbed up the bridge rail in fear.

Standing on it, Drizzt's heart palpitated. It was higher than he thought, and the wind blew on his face and slapped his cheek. He couldn't help but vomit in his heart, if he could survive today, he would never want to return to this ghost place. He would rather be taken into the police station by the female policewoman Caitlin in Pi City, or at least be able to eat warm meals during his detention.

"Get off now!"

Graves' almost desperate voice came to Drizzt's ears, he was startled for a while, then relieved. If he died, the confession that Graves had been searching for would be vanished.

Drizzt looked at the sea below and took a deep breath. It would take several seconds to just fall into the water, and he had to hold his breath.

Graves felt softened, and he sighed, "Come down, Drizzt."

Drizzt was stunned, his foot slipped, and he slid down extremely fast.

Graves' roar flew away along with the bridge rail, and Drizzt looked down with wide eyes.

The wind rushed into Drizzt's eyes, and everything around him blurred.

Suddenly, the palm of his hand warmed, Drizzt clenched his fist subconsciously.

Although there was a sharp pain in his palm, Drizzt yelled happily. He looked at his situation, he was on the wire rope under the lifting platform.

Turning his head and looking behind him, he went back and forth, connecting the slaughter wharf and the city of Bilgewater. What made him even more excited was that in front of him there was a huge gondola brought towards him.

With good timing, Drizzt jumped into the smelly hanging basket, which was full of fish-related food: fish gall, fish spleen, fish intestines...

After a while, Drizzt was poured out along with these fishy goods.

Drizzt crawled out of the fish pile, his face was embarrassed, his body was full of stench.

Seeing the crowded boats rushing to the pier not far away, Drizzt's heart was chilled.

As soon as he wanted to run away, Drizzt couldn't help but almost fainted. He staggered to his knees and fell to the ground, fleeing all night without stopping, plus the thrilling escape just now, he needs to slow down.

With a heartbeat, Drizzt raised his head anxiously, and Graves came to him.

Although I don't know how Graves came down, Drizzt still secretly said that this old friend is difficult.

Graves looked up and down Drizzt, and Drizzt's embarrassed look made him relieved. He smiled playfully: "It doesn't seem to be too handsome!"

Drizzt tried to stand up on one leg, dissatisfied: "Do you...do you have a long memory? Every time I think about how to help you, you always..."

Graves fired a shot at the ground in front of Drizzt, and the flying debris hit Drizzt's calf.

Drizzt wanted to finish speaking, he continued: "Can you listen to me..."

"I've heard enough!" Graves interrupted: "The biggest job in our life, you didn't leave a word, it was gone as soon as you turned around!"

Drizzt gritted his teeth: "Nothing left? I didn't tell you..."

With another shot, Graves didn't want to listen to Drizzt's bullshit.

Drizzt was a little dissatisfied and said: "I tried my best to get both of us out. Only I can see that the errand is going to be dirty, but you don't listen to me at all!"

At the same time, Drizzt quietly clenched a card in his hand.

An angry flame flickered in Graves' eyes, and he walked towards Drizzt and said: "I said at the time, as long as you cover up, we can retreat and make a lot of money, but you ran away!"

Drizzt didn't speak any more, he clenched the card tightly in his hand.

The next moment, Drizzt didn't even think about throwing his yellow card directly at Graves. And Graves was not to be outdone, and shot Drizzt.

Bullets and cards staggered past, and both of them could hear each other's heartbeat suddenly stopped at that moment.

However, to their surprise, neither the bullet nor the card hit either of them.

Bullets and cards passed by their ears, and hit the two hooks that had been secretly killed.

Drizzt and Graves looked at each other. The old habits are terrible!

In the next moment, the two of them were back to back, looking at Planck's men who swarmed and surrounded the dock, and they were extremely nervous.

Drizzt was done secretly, and his throwing cards was meaningless, he couldn't send it out at all.

But the reckless Graves sneered and prepared to shoot at the gun.

After the cool blasting action for a long time, the excited Graves realized that his bullets had just been exhausted.

Graves still refused to admit defeat, he plunged into the crowd like a bull and entangled with Planck's men. Although many people fell, he was still subdued.

Tied up with Drizzt who gave up resistance, Graves stared at the group of Planck's men with his murderous eyes.

Suddenly, the noisy ridicule and sarcasm ceased, the crowded sea of ​​people suddenly separated, and a figure in a red cloak strode forward.

Planck! Graves and Drizzt's pupils shrank slightly, and they knew their nightmare was coming.

Planck walked slowly towards the two of them, Drizzt staring nervously at the burly figure that suppressed the atmosphere.

As he got closer, Drizzt almost felt his own heart beating wildly. Looking at Planck who didn't match his imagination, Drizzt felt guilty.

Plank was stronger than he thought, and a little older. And the few chisel-like wrinkles on Planck's face made Drizzt's heart palpitating even more.

Planck stared at the two Drizzt blankly, without saying a word. He held an orange in his hand and a short carving knife in his other hand, unhurriedly peeling it.

Every cut of Planck's cut was clean.

Planck's throat moved, and a low voice followed: "Go ahead, boys, do you like bone carvings?"

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