The closer you get to the central square, the more you can feel the riots coming from ahead, and the people walking towards you also showed some panic on their faces.

They all subconsciously accelerated their pace and hurriedly wanted to leave the direction they came. Even if they looked back at their homes, they didn't have time to look back at their homes. An old man who was walking too hurriedly didn't pay attention to the gravel under his feet, and then tripped there and fell to the ground.

"Are you okay?"

Seeing the old man fall to the ground all of a sudden, Curt hurriedly walked up and helped him up: "Old man, what happened to the Central Plaza? Why are so many people evacuating outside? I seem to hear that the people in the city hall are asking residents to evacuate nearby blocks."

The old man had no family or companions around him, and only one person was carrying some simple luggage. The passers-by around him didn't care about the experience of the people around him. Even if he had seen the old man lying on the ground, they just glanced casually, and then accelerated their pace to continue moving forward - they no longer had the extra time to care about the passers-by whom they had never met before.

Among the crowds that left a few blocks nearby, only Curt and Hermia were doing the opposite, which made them more or less attract the attention of the crowd. On weekdays, some strange moves may be the topic of conversation for people after dinner, but now they don’t care.

"←It's okay, it's okay." The old man gasped in a low voice, revealing a little fatigue in his unenergized eyes. "I don't know what's going on. I was sleeping well in the studio. The guards knocked on the door from door to door and asked me to leave the nearby city."

Seeing the weak old man still gasping, Curt had to help him up and take him to the handrail next to the building next to rest. The old man was trembling when he walked around. His body didn't look good, and his cold sweat was as big as beans had already covered his forehead.

Hermia followed Curt without saying a word, silently observing the people passing by. Beside her, the people who were blindly entering made a circle of clearings, and saw the red snake body slowly swim through the uneven stone road, and everyone subconsciously made way.

But this undoubtedly makes it easier for Curt to lend money to the elderly to rest away from the crowd, and to avoid asking him what happened in the Central Plaza.

"I can't explain clearly what's going on. I heard from those guards that there seemed to be terrorists installing explosives in nearby sewers. You know. They were the ones who caused the commotion some time ago." The old man breathed a sigh of relief and began to recall what happened tonight.

He is a carpenter working near the Central Square, and he usually occasionally accepts work from several nearby shops. Years of hard work have also allowed him to own a studio on the back street of Nanfeng Tavern. Although his family is in the old town, he stays in the studio from time to time due to work reasons - the same is true tonight. After he finished processing a batch of wooden cups, he went to bed in the house.

This was part of many daily life for him, but he never thought that today would become so strange. He was forcibly woken up from his dream, and then he was told that the nearby streets had become unsafe, so he asked him to leave immediately and return to his home in the old city.

The old man still remembered that it was almost midnight before it was, and he could vaguely hear a group of drunkards quarreling in the distant tavern. The members of the guard team came to each family seriously to ensure that everyone could leave the potentially dangerous areas safely.

Curt couldn't remember when this was, because the speed of time passing in the spiritual world seemed to be very different from that of the material world. But since the guards allowed the residents to leave the area affected by the spell, it was probably certain that it was after the spell arrived at the dangerous area.

"I'm pretty good now. Now I just need to stay home and wait for the notification. Although the studio may not be safe, the home has not been classified into the blockade area, unlike some residents who live near the central area." He shrugged with an exaggeration and said with distress. "You know, some people have their belongings left in the blockade area. If the 'explosive' is real, then their losses will be great."

Although he said this, it was obvious that he did not believe the guards' words, especially the reason for asking them to evacuate the central area urgently, which seemed too perfunctory. Although the so-called "explosives" were dangerous, they were not as dangerous as the so-called "explosives" were to be set up large-scale protective walls.

Whether Curt believed it or not, the old man did not believe the police slander's words anyway - the situation was probably much more dangerous than what they told the citizens. Although the members of the police slander did not say it explicitly, there must be something more dangerous than "explosives" hidden near the Central Square.

It seemed as if he had remembered something, the old man paused for a while and continued, "Originally, everyone didn't care much, but they just packed up their things and left slowly. But after the light wall, there was a sudden explosion sound, which made everyone nervous."

This was probably the biggest spell he saw in his life - he was slow and as if Curt had said what happened, the old man pointed to the light wall in the distance and sighed. Small spells were widely used in life, but this huge light wall is really a powerful technique that ordinary people rarely see.

I really don't know what he would feel if he saw that the place he usually lives had been controlled by Seindemocra with spells. Curt still remembers that when the spells used light walls to isolate the area covered by the dark cocoon, everyone's face still had a look of amazement.

Now the towering light wall has isolated most of the central area, and the color that is still deep is still intensifying. The magic power that surges up makes the space full of strange brilliance. Through the light wall, you can see a scene swaying in the heat.

The two blocks, including the Central Square, were directly surrounded by barriers to form a crooked geometric body, and the living areas of several nearby citizens were also cleaned up and left as buffers. The situation of guards and magicians waiting for the troops spread the anxiety to the hearts of the people.

This is not a good phenomenon, but it is indeed inevitable - a large number of residents will be dismissed in a short period of time, and riots will be triggered regardless of the throat. The members of the guard team may have tried their best to avoid this result, but it has to be said that the "reason" they mentioned is too powerless.

Of course, the residents of the Dominion will not be uneasy because of some accidental riots, but those lurking forces with bad intentions will not miss this opportunity. Now there is a large-scale population movement in the city, and it will be troublesome if someone wants to take the opportunity to launch an attack on the residents who are unable to resist.

In order to prevent such chaos, the spells and guards stationed in the city disguised themselves as civilians and were secretly observing potentially dangerous places. The three of Curt, who were sitting next to him, undoubtedly attracted the attention of many people. During the old man's narration of the incident, several spells wanted to get close to snoop.

It has to be said that the disguise technology of these people is really too failed. Even if they are mixed in the crowd, they will be able to see the difference between them and ordinary people at once. When they found that they were approaching, Hermia shook her tail in a bad mood, but Curt just smiled and didn't care.

"Thank you for your help. At this time, there are not many young people who can take the initiative to help an old man like me." The things that can be said were finished. The tired old man stood up and bowed to Curt casually, and prepared to leave this dangerous street.

During the chat with the old man, fewer and fewer residents left from the Central Square, and in the end, only those garrison groups disguised as civilians stayed at the end to observe the situation behind. Perhaps someone recognized Curt's face, they no longer cared about the people around him.

Just as he was about to leave, he said to Curt: "I don't know why you are interested in these things, but it is definitely an extremely dangerous situation. My intuition tells me that things that can make these guys in the city fight are definitely not good."

Curt sighed one day that he wanted to live a stable life, but he repeatedly jumped into the rapids and put himself in a dangerous vortex. Although he also knew that if he wanted to live for a long time, he should not actively intervene in the possible dangerous things and try to avoid all situations that are unfavorable to him.

But even so, you cannot avoid the trouble you come to your own initiative - there are some things that you come to your own initiative, and you cannot do even if you want to avoid them. Causing trouble may be a problem rooted in "physical constitution", and you can encounter danger wherever you go.

The same is true for the difficulties I encountered now. At first I thought it was just a simple task, but I couldn't help myself as if I was in a vortex.

"Citizens of the Dominic, dangerous explosives were set up by a group of thugs in the block near the Central Square. At this time, they have entered a state of full martial law. Please do not stay in the neighborhoods and move to a safe area in an orderly manner under the guidance of nearby guards."

The loud sound comes from the spell that expands the sound. Curt looked at the sound and saw a team of magicians carrying several people slowly coming. A man in a simple work uniform stood on the platform behind the motor vehicle and used spells to expand his voice several times.

Like thunder, his speech reached all around, allowing Curt, who was nearly a hundred meters away, to feel his chest shaking slightly with his shouting. It was probably the last group of evacuated residents. They appeared here and could almost think that the residents in the nearby block had been emptied. (To be continued, please search for Astronomy, novels are better, updated and faster!

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