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Novel: Bloodline of the Kingdom Author: Sword of No Master Word Count: 9412

Thales had never heard of Crassus' name, and he couldn't understand why the man named Qianzi suddenly changed his color. flash dance novel network

But he knew who the brat was.

On the night of dragon blood six years ago, it was this man who stood in front of the Grand Duke Heisha with a happy face, negotiating back and forth with the notorious Charman Rumba, demanding the ownership of the Star Prince.

He and the taboo organization behind him played an indispensable role in that unprecedented and earth-shaking coup: whether it was the thrilling assassination of Thales under the fortress, or the desperation of Grand Duke Perfit before his death Confession, and even the terrifying moment when the Born King's head fell to the ground, their figures shuttled through it in a trance.

They are full of ghosts, ubiquitous, but mysterious, and there is no trace to be found. Every time they appear, they will bring blood and death, which shocks the viewers and regrets the recipients.

And when this group of people reappeared...

Thales took a deep breath, held back his uneasiness and uneasiness, and stared at the man intently, not even caring about the wink that the fast rope gave him.

In the arena, Qianzi carefully observed the surrounding mercenaries.

The man found solemnly that although the smell of killing and fighting on them became stronger, from top to bottom, no one had any intention to refute, or showed any strange expressions.

He wasn't lying.

Qianzi's heart sank: he is indeed "Crassus".

Things are a little beyond imagination.

but……

"So you are the Crassus of this generation."

"I have to say, I'm a little surprised," Qianzi turned to Ricky, his tone became cautious and inexplicably cautious, as if a thief outside the window glanced at the property in the window:

"People in high positions seldom risk their lives."

High-ranking person?

Thales turned his attention to Ricky, but he could only see a rough, dusty face, the light leather armor common to desert mercenaries, and a rough and casual sitting posture.

No matter which angle you look at, he is just an ordinary mercenary leader.

The prince couldn't help but wondered: Why is he a high-ranking person?

"Or……"

Qianzi's eyes were fixed on Ricky, he changed the subject, and tentatively said, "What you guys are going to do tonight is really too important. You are as tall as you, so you have to do it yourself?"

The mercenaries around were silent, but many of them looked at each other subconsciously.

There was silence for a few seconds.

Ricky had a smile on his face, and then quickly disappeared.

"Indeed, an excellent leader doesn't have to take risks personally, he has to do everything by himself," he nodded, and said lightly, "but he will never lack the courage and responsibility to do so."

Qianzi raised his eyebrows, as if in a daze.

"I admire you so much."

The man smiled shyly: "But this makes me quite worried. You all have such an important action, but you lack the necessary..."

But Ricky didn't let him go on.

"...Otherwise," although Ricky's eyes were fixed on Qianzi, he continued to speak on his own, not caring whether the other party spoke or not:

"As a leader, he will one day be reduced to a waste behind the curtain, protecting himself in bubble-like lies, just to conceal his cowardice and incompetence. He can only rely on hypocritical pretentiousness and despicable means , to win the trust of peers, and use empty threats and false incentives to maintain the obedience of subordinates."

Ricky's tone was very light, but suddenly changed at the end:

"Tell me, how is Teng doing?"

If there is something to point to, Qianzi can't help frowning.

Thales, who was listening, was taken aback.

What... what's going on?

He didn't understand the one-syllable word.

But Qianzi's reaction made him quickly understand: it was a name.

Teng.

The moment he heard this name, facing Ricky's scorching eyes, Qianzi's expression froze for a moment.

But he quickly adjusted himself and smiled back.

"The movie master is fine," Qianzi bowed again, looking at the surrounding mercenaries from the corner of his eye, with a humble expression:

"As good as you."

film master.

Thales frowned.

If he is not the only one who gets something.

"Damn it, Thales, I think..." Kuaisheng turned pale, poked him under the table, and whispered in disbelief, "I think I know who these people are..."

Thales nodded calmly.

"As good as me?"

"I don't think so." Ricky chuckled and shook his head. He raised a finger and pointed at the braze on the opposite side.

"If he is as good as me... Then Teng will not send you, an idea of ​​permanent residence in Dragon Clouds City, into the Great Desert, into the Saber Camp of the Star People, and into a site that is very dangerous for you."

"I don't remember King Kessel V pardoning you."

Compared with his previous good words and persuasion, Ricky became fierce when facing the brat.

The tavern owner sitting opposite him, Campa couldn't help but sweat.

The brazener frowned.

wrong.

It shouldn't be like this.

This adventurous and special meeting should have been initiated by him, proposed by him, and presented by him.

but……

At this moment, Jianzi found out that the initiative of this conversation was being firmly grasped by the other party.

"If he's as good as me," Ricky's face turned cold, and his tone slowly tightened like a rope around his neck:

"Then he wouldn't have sent you, like some stupid, pompous blackmailer who knowingly smugly delivered you at a moment we value so much, blah, veiled, cryptic, 'I'm Know what you're going to do'."

Ricky said disgustedly: "It's as if you really got us."

Qianzi's pupils slowly tightened: "What do you mean..."

"Remember, brat."

Next to Ricky, the middle-aged swordsman Clay stared at the brazener, as if his face was stained, and his voice was hoarse: "We have an account, and we haven't finished it yet."

The brazener showed a puzzled look.

"Dragon Clouds City six years ago, you used our name to make troubles in the most dangerous place in Exeter, and do whatever you want," said the middle-aged swordsman in Beidi like a leopard staring at its prey:

"Thanks to you, we lost a lot of manpower including my students—disasters, giant dragons, rebellion, chaos, and even the liquidation of Dragon Clouds City afterwards."

"It was a rough time."

"You think we'll let it go lightly?"

The brazener's eyes froze.

The mercenaries became agitated, and all cast dissatisfied and disgusted gazes at Qianzi.

Dragon Clouds City six years ago...

Thales could feel that the fast rope beside him was breathing faster and faster, and he even clenched his fists.

For some reason, Marina behind her also gritted her teeth, staring at the bitch pointed at by Qianfu.

The brazener sighed.

"I am deeply guilty of this, please accept my apology."

Clay sarcastically said, "Sorry?"

There was a disdainful pooh sound from the mercenaries.

But Qianzi was not affected at all, as if the hypocrites who had nothing to do with themselves, after hearing a tragedy in the distance, pretended to be sad, proved their humanity, and gained understanding from others.

"We were also very surprised by what happened back then... But I am here today, absolutely sincerely, and want to propose a win-win proposal..."

But Ricky looked up slightly.

"We have no 'win-win' to speak of."

He flatly rejected Qianzi's words, which made the latter stunned.

"When you entered the door, we hated your face with upturned nostrils, the timing of your appearance here, your self-righteous tongue, and the blood debt you left behind."

Ricky said coldly: "And we are not interested in your so-called suggestions or secrets that you pretend to be mysterious."

The brazener's expression suddenly stiffened.

"Bastards who live in darkness and decay, chasing flies that stink of chaos and corpses," Ricky said without any positive emotion, looking at the frozen son:

"Now, do you understand our attitude?"

Qianzi clenched his fists, his face full of disbelief.

"Why are you still wasting time here?" On the same table, the masked man sighed and knocked on the table: "Our schedule is very full today."

Northland swordsman Clay snorted coldly.

Following his snort, almost all the mercenaries in the tavern held their weapons with cold expressions, and many of them even took a step forward.

Facing the aggressive mercenaries, Qianzi was stunned, and he looked around subconsciously.

Clay said coldly: "Don't look at other places, brat, I assure you: if something happens, before your head falls to the ground, your group of companions squatting outside will not be able to do anything."

As a bystander, Thales silently retracted his head a little, while Quick Rope was still staring at the drill.

The tavern was completely quiet, but no one would feel how comfortable the atmosphere was at the moment.

Qianzi looked around and frowned.

Damn.

These brainless muscular guys.

But he can't turn his back.

cannot.

He still needs them.

These goddamn...

"If you kill me here, then the people of the stars will immediately know about your plot here..."

Qianzi lowered his head with a serious expression: "Your plan will not succeed."

Ricky sighed.

"It seems he didn't understand."

In the next second, a sword light suddenly flashed!

At a speed beyond what Thales could see with the naked eye, it flew out of Clay's hand in an instant.

Thales, who was paying attention to the conversation, was taken by surprise!

But fortunately, Jian Feng didn't come for him.

The flashing sword light stopped in front of Qianzi's neck.

A second later, Qianzi, who had reacted, couldn't help taking a step back, his face pale!

"Whoosh!"

The sword wind had just blown by at this moment.

I saw Clay holding a blood trough, a strange long sword with a hollow blade, and the blade stopped quietly in front of the brazier.

And the mercenaries seemed to be used to it, they didn't care, and they all laughed.

Qianzi's breathing fluctuated, but he forced himself to be calm and said: "Do you really want to do this?"

Clay held up the strange long sword and shook his head lightly: "This is 'Dark Light', when it tears your blood vessels..."

During the speech, his long sword moved forward slightly, reaching the opponent's neck.

Qianzi's pupils shrank instantly.

Damn it!

"alright, I got it!"

He raised his hands in an instant, breathed softly, and finally made Clay stop his long sword: "Dear Crassus, and everyone."

"Whether you want to listen to my advice or not is your choice..."

"And I am willing...I am willing to answer all your doubts."

The attitude is humble and the tone is respectful.

The three leading mercenaries looked at each other.

"Very good," Ricky raised the corner of his mouth:

"Compared to the nonsense at the beginning... you've finally started talking human."

Jianzi let out a breath, and re-examined the "Krasu" in front of him in unwillingness and anxiety.

Only then did Clay snort coldly, and put away his long sword that was too fast to see clearly.

Ricky said lightly: "Tell me, how did you follow us?"

A few seconds later, Qianzi sighed as if accepting his fate:

"Tower of the End."

At this moment, Thales saw: Many mercenaries could not help but clenched their fists or weapons, and their breathing became short of breath.

Clay and the masked swordsman frowned and looked at each other.

Only their leader, Ricky, remained unchanged.

"Yes, I know," Qianzi touched his neck, gritted his teeth and said, "We have eyes and ears there."

Ricky continued to ask, "What did you hear?"

"Not long ago, the Tower of the End was raided in one night."

Jianzi cautiously looked around at the mercenaries around him, observing their expressions.

"The opponent's origin is unknown, powerful, and numerous. The defense line and security have been breached layer by layer. The intruders did not attack the House of Inheritance until they attacked the House of Inheritance," Qianzi said in a story-telling tone: "they were barely repelled." .”

"According to our people, some 'supernatural' and unusual forces also appeared during the invasion."

Thales frowned.

etc.

not long ago.

Tower of the End.

was raided...

supernatural...

Star Prince blinked, recalling a "lesson" a long time ago in horror.

At that time, what the guy who was about to travel said to him was...

No way?

Is that what I think?

"This is a rare vicious event in the history of the Tower of the End. Even if the Gray Sword Guards kept it strictly secret internally, it would be difficult for them to cover it all up—the eight major sects all suffered heavy casualties, and even the 'Red King' army of the stars two hundred years ago It's not that exaggerated to besiege the Edge Valley."

Qianzi sneered and looked at dozens of mercenaries: "You did it, right? At least you participated in it? You have cooperated with the Blood Bottle Gang, and they have many supernatural fighters absorbed from Xihuang..."

There was a commotion among the mercenaries around.

Blood bottle gang.

Thales covered his head secretly in his heart, feeling that his guess was getting closer and closer to the truth.

Clay shook his head: "It has nothing to do with you."

"You then fled into the desert, retreated back to the Saber Camp, and hid in the whistle of blood—one of our spies in the desert recognized you."

The brazener continued:

"But the Saber Camp is going to send troops to the desert. After the blockade order was issued, there is obviously no business, but your mercenary group has not dispersed, but continues to recruit people from all over the world, so I think: No matter what you encounter in the Tower of the End , you are not going to give up just yet."

"That's why I sent someone to leave a message for you: Call tonight."

The masked man snorted disdainfully.

Ricky and Clay were silent.

"Listen, I don't care about the grievances between you and the Tower of Terminator, anyway, the two of you have been fighting for more than a hundred years." Seeing this, Qianzi rolled his eyes and continued: "I don't care what you are fighting for. Raid there: want to vent your anger, stage a coup, or want to dig for treasure..."

Fighting back and forth with the Tower of the End for more than a hundred years...

Thales' heart skipped a beat.

"But I know that you are having a hard time now: if the famous Tower of Terminus, which stands between the two great powers, is damaged to such an extent, the price for the invaders must be even heavier."

Qianzi's eyes lit up, he raised his hand, and his tone was high-pitched, as if he had forgotten the embarrassment and humiliation just now: "Now, no matter what you want to do, there must be a shortage of manpower—especially, you still want to be in the Blade Fang Camp in the Star Kingdom Here, break the famous prison of bones and rob the prison like never before..."

What?

Thales didn't react for a moment.

But others are different.

At this moment, no matter Ricky, Clay or the masked man, they all raised their heads suddenly!

They stared at the brazener in front of them.

As if can't believe it.

The mercenaries also became agitated one after another, and there was a slight uproar.

"What are you doing?"

The unbelievable Fast Rope whispered to Thales: "These people... want to rob the Prison of Bones, that damn place? Something is wrong with their brains!"

In the field, Qianzi continued to speak: "This will not be an easy task..."

However, the next moment, the familiar sword light flickered!

Clay's long sword was pressed against Qianzi's throat again.

"Who told you that!" the middle-aged swordsman from the Northland asked coldly.

"Damn cockroach." This is the masked man.

Ricky frowned: "How do you know?"

Qianzi, who fell into bad luck again, gasped for breath, but this time, he retorted neither humble nor humble.

"A few days ago, you deliberately sent some people to the prison of bones, as an internal response at that time," Qianzi snorted coldly: "Tonight, you decided to gather here again, and you drove away and kidnapped the guys early, Including this tavern owner..."

"Isn't this obvious!"

boom!

On the other side, Tampa, who had been silent for a long time, was stunned and slapped the table.

"Hold!"

"Is that why you kidnapped me?"

The owner of the tavern suppressed his anger and was uncertain: "You have long known that 'my house' is the place to provide supplies for the prison of bones..."

"You guys want to wait until dawn and then use our supply convoy..."

Sonny the mercenary slapped him hard on the back of the head, and suppressed Tampa's words:

"Shut up."

Why?

Thales was extremely puzzled: Why did they want to rob the prison?

What do you want to rob?

Most importantly, if this group of mysterious mercenaries really wanted to do it.

What does that do with Tampa and the two of them?

The chaotic scene lasted for several seconds at one point, before being quiet under Ricky's raised arms again.

"We underestimated you, brat," Ricky said thoughtfully, his eyes bright:

"To be Teng's arm and deputy, you really have two skills."

At his signal, Clay withdrew his sword.

Teng.

Hearing this name again, Qianzi frowned imperceptibly.

"Look, I'm right," Qianzi exhaled, carefully observing Ricky's reaction: "Your plans are too hasty, and your manpower is too tight... But, what if we can help you?"

Ricky didn't speak.

Neither did the mercenaries.

"I know why you chose this moment in particular and not others, my dear Crassus."

Qianzi walked forward slowly, his face returned to the confidence and calmness he had when he first came:

"Now, the Stardust Guard, Skull Guard, Raven Whistle Light Cavalry, Black Lion Infantry, including a few related professional mercenaries—the most elite, fastest, and most loyal troops in these camps all follow for some reason. Williams is at the forefront of the desert and will not be able to return for help for a while."

"The ones left behind are either the second-class garrison soldiers, light infantry who lack mounts, or temporary conscripts scattered throughout the Western Wilderness, or even auxiliary soldiers and servants who don't go to the battlefield very much—the baron is not here, There are not enough officials to suppress them, and they belong to the royal family and local nobles. They are full of contradictions and conflicts. It seems that there are more troops than usual, but in fact the management is chaotic, the command is disordered, and the dispatching is inefficient."

"This is a rare opportunity for you to rob the prison. Compared with facing the strict military appearance of the Legendary Wing, is there a better time than this?"

Qianzi looked around and waved to the surrounding mercenaries, ignoring their displeased eyes.

"That's why you can gather so many people so easily and take down this tavern - I heard from the local people that in normal times, Williams would have thrown any group of suspicious fighters who gathered for no reason into prison. If you don’t pay everyone twenty gold coins, you won’t be able to get out.”

The exuberant explanation came to an end, and he turned his head back confidently, looking at Ricky who was meditating.

"Take advantage of the chaos to rob the prison, you are right," Qianzi raised a finger:

"But it's still too difficult."

"For you, there are less than a hundred people, even if you are all professional mercenaries who have fought in old battles, even if you just face these old, weak, sick and disabled, it is not easy - once there is a loss, casualties are inevitable, Safety is difficult to guarantee, and I really don't want you to experience another tragic raid on the Tower of Termination."

At this point, the expressions of the mercenaries were shaken.

In the next second, Qianzi changed the subject, and a bewitching color appeared in his eyes:

"But with us here, it's different."

Ricky still muttered to himself, while Clay looked at him coldly and remained silent. The masked man was even more exaggerated, and he never had any emotions other than hatred and disgust in his eyes staring at the brat.

"You know what we can do..."

Qianzi tried his best to make his words sound more attractive: "With us here, you don't need this crappy plan, let alone this crap boss."

Tampa stared at him viciously.

Brazen's eyes lit up: "We can provide you with the most accurate information and news, get the best conditions and timing for your actions, and even transfer or even paralyze the defense of the Prison of Bones for you in a short period of time, so that you are equipped with security The means of escape, you don’t need to pretend to be a transport team to sneak into the destination, or draw your sword to break through those damn prison doors with great cost.”

He clenched his fist lightly:

"You'll get what you want -- whatever that is -- faster, better, and easier."

Qianzi's words paused slightly, as if he wanted to observe everyone's reaction.

"Dear Crassus, and all the mighty fighters."

The braze opened again.

"Your sword edge is the greatest support we can find at this moment in a land full of strangeness and hostility." He was extremely humble at this moment, folding his hands together with a respectful and submissive expression: "And we are yours. The best eyes and ears and help you can find in a place full of powerful enemies."

Qianzi carefully looked at each pair of eyes that passed his line of sight:

"But no matter which side we are here, we are alone and helpless here - you are a mercenary group that has been squeezed out, and we are wanted criminals that everyone shouts and beats. No one can face Williams alone, and face the Blade Camp. , facing Xihuang, facing the behemoth and powerful backup behind them: Star Kingdom."

Qianzi widened his eyes and opened his hands: "So I suggest that we cooperate sincerely and get what we need: we will help you open the door of the prison of bones with ease."

"The sword of disaster, and the shield of phantom shadow, is there a better combination than this?"

The tavern was completely silent, only the breathing of the soldiers remained, one after another, with an irregular rhythm.

Qianzi watched the expressions of other people calmly, his eyes rolling back and forth.

It seems like a year has passed.

In the end, Ricky took a deep breath and slowly exhaled: "The shadow..."

"What do you want?"

As soon as these words came out, Clay and the masked man suddenly turned their heads and stared at Ricky.

But Ricky ignored them.

"What are you going to do in the camp with our strength?"

Here, the brazener smiled.

He rubbed his hands together and slowly raised his head.

"We have extremely reliable information," Qianzi said cautiously, constantly observing even the slightest expression on the face of the person in front of him:

"A goal that is priceless and involves all parties has just crossed the desert today and arrived at the Saber Camp."

A priceless... target?

What?

At this moment, Marina could notice as long as she lowered her head: the bodies of the red-haired youth and the black-haired youth sitting in front of her stiffened.

"That's our job."

Ricky narrowed his eyes.

"The target may receive unimaginable support at any time-groups of troops and countless masters, continuous support and strict and thoughtful guards, which are far from being solved by sneaking or blindly attacking. "

Qianzi smacked his mouth, nodded with a sneer.

Under the watchful eyes of countless mercenaries, Thales and Kuaisheng sat motionless, their eyes frozen.

In the juvenile's senses of hell, Tampa's unsatisfactory breathing rose and fell, Marina's cold snort was vividly heard, and the mercenaries whispered endlessly.

And the heartbeats of him and Kuaisheng.

Only faster and faster.

Getting heavier and heavier.

"And we, esteemed Crassus, and you all."

I saw Qianzi lowering his head, as if he was trying to treasure some secret:

"What we have to do is to work together to win this difficult but rewarding goal in the camp..."

Thales and Kuaisheng pressed their eyes on Qianzi to death.

With apprehension and panic, but did not dare to show half a bad mood.

Under the doubtful and hesitant eyes of many people, Jianzi seemed to be the one who solved the mystery at the last moment, with a malicious smile, he said softly: "The second prince of the Star Kingdom, the sole heir of the Supreme King .”

"Thals..."

"Bright star."

At that second, Prince Xingchen's expression froze.

Together with his breathing, it stagnated at this moment.

Beside him, Kuaisheng showed a gratified smile, relieved...

I breathed a sigh of relief.

The broken chapter failed, and the grief was inexplicable.

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Kingdom Blood - Chapter 122 Shadow and Sword - WuxiaWorld

Thales had never heard of Crassus' name, and he couldn't understand why the man named Qianzi suddenly changed his color. flash dance novel network

But he knew who the brat was.

On the night of dragon blood six years ago, it was this man who stood in front of the Grand Duke Heisha with a happy face, negotiating back and forth with the notorious Charman Rumba, demanding the ownership of the Star Prince.

He and the taboo organization behind him played an indispensable role in that unprecedented and earth-shaking coup: whether it was the thrilling assassination of Thales under the fortress, or the desperation of Grand Duke Perfit before his death Confession, and even the terrifying moment when the Born King's head fell to the ground, their figures shuttled through it in a trance.

They are full of ghosts, ubiquitous, but mysterious, and there is no trace to be found. Every time they appear, they will bring blood and death, which shocks the viewers and regrets the recipients.

And when this group of people reappeared...

Thales took a deep breath, held back his uneasiness and uneasiness, and stared at the man intently, not even caring about the wink that the fast rope gave him.

In the arena, Qianzi carefully observed the surrounding mercenaries.

The man found solemnly that although the smell of killing and fighting on them became stronger, from top to bottom, no one had any intention to refute, or showed any strange expressions.

He wasn't lying.

Qianzi's heart sank: he is indeed "Crassus".

Things are a little beyond imagination.

but……

"So you are the Crassus of this generation."

"I have to say, I'm a little surprised," Qianzi turned to Ricky, his tone became cautious and inexplicably cautious, as if a thief outside the window glanced at the property in the window:

"People in high positions seldom risk their lives."

High-ranking person?

Thales turned his attention to Ricky, but he could only see a rough, dusty face, the light leather armor common to desert mercenaries, and a rough and casual sitting posture.

No matter which angle you look at, he is just an ordinary mercenary leader.

The prince couldn't help but wondered: Why is he a high-ranking person?

"Or……"

Qianzi's eyes were fixed on Ricky, he changed the subject, and tentatively said, "What you guys are going to do tonight is really too important. You are as tall as you, so you have to do it yourself?"

The mercenaries around were silent, but many of them looked at each other subconsciously.

There was silence for a few seconds.

Ricky had a smile on his face, and then quickly disappeared.

"Indeed, an excellent leader doesn't have to take risks personally, he has to do everything by himself," he nodded, and said lightly, "but he will never lack the courage and responsibility to do so."

Qianzi raised his eyebrows, as if in a daze.

"I admire you so much."

The man smiled shyly: "But this makes me quite worried. You all have such an important action, but you lack the necessary..."

But Ricky didn't let him go on.

"...Otherwise," although Ricky's eyes were fixed on Qianzi, he continued to speak on his own, not caring whether the other party spoke or not:

"As a leader, he will one day be reduced to a waste behind the curtain, protecting himself in bubble-like lies, just to conceal his cowardice and incompetence. He can only rely on hypocritical pretentiousness and despicable means , to win the trust of peers, and use empty threats and false incentives to maintain the obedience of subordinates."

Ricky's tone was very light, but suddenly changed at the end:

"Tell me, how is Teng doing?"

If there is something to point to, Qianzi can't help frowning.

Thales, who was listening, was taken aback.

What... what's going on?

He didn't understand the one-syllable word.

But Qianzi's reaction made him quickly understand: it was a name.

Teng.

The moment he heard this name, facing Ricky's scorching eyes, Qianzi's expression froze for a moment.

But he quickly adjusted himself and smiled back.

"The movie master is fine," Qianzi bowed again, looking at the surrounding mercenaries from the corner of his eye, with a humble expression:

"As good as you."

film master.

Thales frowned.

If he is not the only one who gets something.

"Damn it, Thales, I think..." Kuaisheng turned pale, poked him under the table, and whispered in disbelief, "I think I know who these people are..."

Thales nodded calmly.

"As good as me?"

"I don't think so." Ricky chuckled and shook his head. He raised a finger and pointed at the braze on the opposite side.

"If he is as good as me... Then Teng will not send you, an idea of ​​permanent residence in Dragon Clouds City, into the Great Desert, into the Saber Camp of the Star People, and into a site that is very dangerous for you."

"I don't remember King Kessel V pardoning you."

Compared with his previous good words and persuasion, Ricky became fierce when facing the brat.

The tavern owner sitting opposite him, Campa couldn't help but sweat.

The brazener frowned.

wrong.

It shouldn't be like this.

This adventurous and special meeting should have been initiated by him, proposed by him, and presented by him.

but……

At this moment, Jianzi found out that the initiative of this conversation was being firmly grasped by the other party.

"If he's as good as me," Ricky's face turned cold, and his tone slowly tightened like a rope around his neck:

"Then he wouldn't have sent you, like some stupid, pompous blackmailer who knowingly smugly delivered you at a moment we value so much, blah, veiled, cryptic, 'I'm Know what you're going to do'."

Ricky said disgustedly: "It's as if you really got us."

Qianzi's pupils slowly tightened: "What do you mean..."

"Remember, brat."

Next to Ricky, the middle-aged swordsman Clay stared at the brazener, as if his face was stained, and his voice was hoarse: "We have an account, and we haven't finished it yet."

The brazener showed a puzzled look.

"Dragon Clouds City six years ago, you used our name to make troubles in the most dangerous place in Exeter, and do whatever you want," said the middle-aged swordsman in Beidi like a leopard staring at its prey:

"Thanks to you, we lost a lot of manpower including my students—disasters, giant dragons, rebellion, chaos, and even the liquidation of Dragon Clouds City afterwards."

"It was a rough time."

"You think we'll let it go lightly?"

The brazener's eyes froze.

The mercenaries became agitated, and all cast dissatisfied and disgusted gazes at Qianzi.

Dragon Clouds City six years ago...

Thales could feel that the fast rope beside him was breathing faster and faster, and he even clenched his fists.

For some reason, Marina behind her also gritted her teeth, staring at the bitch pointed at by Qianfu.

The brazener sighed.

"I am deeply guilty of this, please accept my apology."

Clay sarcastically said, "Sorry?"

There was a disdainful pooh sound from the mercenaries.

But Qianzi was not affected at all, as if the hypocrites who had nothing to do with themselves, after hearing a tragedy in the distance, pretended to be sad, proved their humanity, and gained understanding from others.

"We were also very surprised by what happened back then... But I am here today, absolutely sincerely, and want to propose a win-win proposal..."

But Ricky looked up slightly.

"We have no 'win-win' to speak of."

He flatly rejected Qianzi's words, which made the latter stunned.

"When you entered the door, we hated your face with upturned nostrils, the timing of your appearance here, your self-righteous tongue, and the blood debt you left behind."

Ricky said coldly: "And we are not interested in your so-called suggestions or secrets that you pretend to be mysterious."

The brazener's expression suddenly stiffened.

"Bastards who live in darkness and decay, chasing flies that stink of chaos and corpses," Ricky said without any positive emotion, looking at the frozen son:

"Now, do you understand our attitude?"

Qianzi clenched his fists, his face full of disbelief.

"Why are you still wasting time here?" On the same table, the masked man sighed and knocked on the table: "Our schedule is very full today."

Northland swordsman Clay snorted coldly.

Following his snort, almost all the mercenaries in the tavern held their weapons with cold expressions, and many of them even took a step forward.

Facing the aggressive mercenaries, Qianzi was stunned, and he looked around subconsciously.

Clay said coldly: "Don't look at other places, brat, I assure you: if something happens, before your head falls to the ground, your group of companions squatting outside will not be able to do anything."

As a bystander, Thales silently retracted his head a little, while Quick Rope was still staring at the drill.

The tavern was completely quiet, but no one would feel how comfortable the atmosphere was at the moment.

Qianzi looked around and frowned.

Damn.

These brainless muscular guys.

But he can't turn his back.

cannot.

He still needs them.

These goddamn...

"If you kill me here, then the people of the stars will immediately know about your plot here..."

Qianzi lowered his head with a serious expression: "Your plan will not succeed."

Ricky sighed.

"It seems he didn't understand."

In the next second, a sword light suddenly flashed!

At a speed beyond what Thales could see with the naked eye, it flew out of Clay's hand in an instant.

Thales, who was paying attention to the conversation, was taken by surprise!

But fortunately, Jian Feng didn't come for him.

The flashing sword light stopped in front of Qianzi's neck.

A second later, Qianzi, who had reacted, couldn't help taking a step back, his face pale!

"Whoosh!"

The sword wind had just blown by at this moment.

I saw Clay holding a blood trough, a strange long sword with a hollow blade, and the blade stopped quietly in front of the brazier.

And the mercenaries seemed to be used to it, they didn't care, and they all laughed.

Qianzi's breathing fluctuated, but he forced himself to be calm and said: "Do you really want to do this?"

Clay held up the strange long sword and shook his head lightly: "This is 'Dark Light', when it tears your blood vessels..."

During the speech, his long sword moved forward slightly, reaching the opponent's neck.

Qianzi's pupils shrank instantly.

Damn it!

"alright, I got it!"

He raised his hands in an instant, breathed softly, and finally made Clay stop his long sword: "Dear Crassus, and everyone."

"Whether you want to listen to my advice or not is your choice..."

"And I am willing...I am willing to answer all your doubts."

The attitude is humble and the tone is respectful.

The three leading mercenaries looked at each other.

"Very good," Ricky raised the corner of his mouth:

"Compared to the nonsense at the beginning... you've finally started talking human."

Jianzi let out a breath, and re-examined the "Krasu" in front of him in unwillingness and anxiety.

Only then did Clay snort coldly, and put away his long sword that was too fast to see clearly.

Ricky said lightly: "Tell me, how did you follow us?"

A few seconds later, Qianzi sighed as if accepting his fate:

"Tower of the End."

At this moment, Thales saw: Many mercenaries could not help but clenched their fists or weapons, and their breathing became short of breath.

Clay and the masked swordsman frowned and looked at each other.

Only their leader, Ricky, remained unchanged.

"Yes, I know," Qianzi touched his neck, gritted his teeth and said, "We have eyes and ears there."

Ricky continued to ask, "What did you hear?"

"Not long ago, the Tower of the End was raided in one night."

Jianzi cautiously looked around at the mercenaries around him, observing their expressions.

"The opponent's origin is unknown, powerful, and numerous. The defense line and security have been breached layer by layer. The intruders did not attack the House of Inheritance until they attacked the House of Inheritance," Qianzi said in a story-telling tone: "they were barely repelled." .”

"According to our people, some 'supernatural' and unusual forces also appeared during the invasion."

Thales frowned.

etc.

not long ago.

Tower of the End.

was raided...

supernatural...

Star Prince blinked, recalling a "lesson" a long time ago in horror.

At that time, what the guy who was about to travel said to him was...

No way?

Is that what I think?

"This is a rare vicious event in the history of the Tower of the End. Even if the Gray Sword Guards kept it strictly secret internally, it would be difficult for them to cover it all up—the eight major sects all suffered heavy casualties, and even the 'Red King' army of the stars two hundred years ago It's not that exaggerated to besiege the Edge Valley."

Qianzi sneered and looked at dozens of mercenaries: "You did it, right? At least you participated in it? You have cooperated with the Blood Bottle Gang, and they have many supernatural fighters absorbed from Xihuang..."

There was a commotion among the mercenaries around.

Blood bottle gang.

Thales covered his head secretly in his heart, feeling that his guess was getting closer and closer to the truth.

Clay shook his head: "It has nothing to do with you."

"You then fled into the desert, retreated back to the Saber Camp, and hid in the whistle of blood—one of our spies in the desert recognized you."

The brazener continued:

"But the Saber Camp is going to send troops to the desert. After the blockade order was issued, there is obviously no business, but your mercenary group has not dispersed, but continues to recruit people from all over the world, so I think: No matter what you encounter in the Tower of the End , you are not going to give up just yet."

"That's why I sent someone to leave a message for you: Call tonight."

The masked man snorted disdainfully.

Ricky and Clay were silent.

"Listen, I don't care about the grievances between you and the Tower of Terminator, anyway, the two of you have been fighting for more than a hundred years." Seeing this, Qianzi rolled his eyes and continued: "I don't care what you are fighting for. Raid there: want to vent your anger, stage a coup, or want to dig for treasure..."

Fighting back and forth with the Tower of the End for more than a hundred years...

Thales' heart skipped a beat.

"But I know that you are having a hard time now: if the famous Tower of Terminus, which stands between the two great powers, is damaged to such an extent, the price for the invaders must be even heavier."

Qianzi's eyes lit up, he raised his hand, and his tone was high-pitched, as if he had forgotten the embarrassment and humiliation just now: "Now, no matter what you want to do, there must be a shortage of manpower—especially, you still want to be in the Blade Fang Camp in the Star Kingdom Here, break the famous prison of bones and rob the prison like never before..."

What?

Thales didn't react for a moment.

But others are different.

At this moment, no matter Ricky, Clay or the masked man, they all raised their heads suddenly!

They stared at the brazener in front of them.

As if can't believe it.

The mercenaries also became agitated one after another, and there was a slight uproar.

"What are you doing?"

The unbelievable Fast Rope whispered to Thales: "These people... want to rob the Prison of Bones, that damn place? Something is wrong with their brains!"

In the field, Qianzi continued to speak: "This will not be an easy task..."

However, the next moment, the familiar sword light flickered!

Clay's long sword was pressed against Qianzi's throat again.

"Who told you that!" the middle-aged swordsman from the Northland asked coldly.

"Damn cockroach." This is the masked man.

Ricky frowned: "How do you know?"

Qianzi, who fell into bad luck again, gasped for breath, but this time, he retorted neither humble nor humble.

"A few days ago, you deliberately sent some people to the prison of bones, as an internal response at that time," Qianzi snorted coldly: "Tonight, you decided to gather here again, and you drove away and kidnapped the guys early, Including this tavern owner..."

"Isn't this obvious!"

boom!

On the other side, Tampa, who had been silent for a long time, was stunned and slapped the table.

"Hold!"

"Is that why you kidnapped me?"

The owner of the tavern suppressed his anger and was uncertain: "You have long known that 'my house' is the place to provide supplies for the prison of bones..."

"You guys want to wait until dawn and then use our supply convoy..."

Sonny the mercenary slapped him hard on the back of the head, and suppressed Tampa's words:

"Shut up."

Why?

Thales was extremely puzzled: Why did they want to rob the prison?

What do you want to rob?

Most importantly, if this group of mysterious mercenaries really wanted to do it.

What does that do with Tampa and the two of them?

The chaotic scene lasted for several seconds at one point, before being quiet under Ricky's raised arms again.

"We underestimated you, brat," Ricky said thoughtfully, his eyes bright:

"To be Teng's arm and deputy, you really have two skills."

At his signal, Clay withdrew his sword.

Teng.

Hearing this name again, Qianzi frowned imperceptibly.

"Look, I'm right," Qianzi exhaled, carefully observing Ricky's reaction: "Your plans are too hasty, and your manpower is too tight... But, what if we can help you?"

Ricky didn't speak.

Neither did the mercenaries.

"I know why you chose this moment in particular and not others, my dear Crassus."

Qianzi walked forward slowly, his face returned to the confidence and calmness he had when he first came:

"Now, the Stardust Guard, Skull Guard, Raven Whistle Light Cavalry, Black Lion Infantry, including a few related professional mercenaries—the most elite, fastest, and most loyal troops in these camps all follow for some reason. Williams is at the forefront of the desert and will not be able to return for help for a while."

"The ones left behind are either the second-class garrison soldiers, light infantry who lack mounts, or temporary conscripts scattered throughout the Western Wilderness, or even auxiliary soldiers and servants who don't go to the battlefield very much—the baron is not here, There are not enough officials to suppress them, and they belong to the royal family and local nobles. They are full of contradictions and conflicts. It seems that there are more troops than usual, but in fact the management is chaotic, the command is disordered, and the dispatching is inefficient."

"This is a rare opportunity for you to rob the prison. Compared with facing the strict military appearance of the Legendary Wing, is there a better time than this?"

Qianzi looked around and waved to the surrounding mercenaries, ignoring their displeased eyes.

"That's why you can gather so many people so easily and take down this tavern - I heard from the local people that in normal times, Williams would have thrown any group of suspicious fighters who gathered for no reason into prison. If you don’t pay everyone twenty gold coins, you won’t be able to get out.”

The exuberant explanation came to an end, and he turned his head back confidently, looking at Ricky who was meditating.

"Take advantage of the chaos to rob the prison, you are right," Qianzi raised a finger:

"But it's still too difficult."

"For you, there are less than a hundred people, even if you are all professional mercenaries who have fought in old battles, even if you just face these old, weak, sick and disabled, it is not easy - once there is a loss, casualties are inevitable, Safety is difficult to guarantee, and I really don't want you to experience another tragic raid on the Tower of Termination."

At this point, the expressions of the mercenaries were shaken.

In the next second, Qianzi changed the subject, and a bewitching color appeared in his eyes:

"But with us here, it's different."

Ricky still muttered to himself, while Clay looked at him coldly and remained silent. The masked man was even more exaggerated, and he never had any emotions other than hatred and disgust in his eyes staring at the brat.

"You know what we can do..."

Qianzi tried his best to make his words sound more attractive: "With us here, you don't need this crappy plan, let alone this crap boss."

Tampa stared at him viciously.

Brazen's eyes lit up: "We can provide you with the most accurate information and news, get the best conditions and timing for your actions, and even transfer or even paralyze the defense of the Prison of Bones for you in a short period of time, so that you are equipped with security The means of escape, you don’t need to pretend to be a transport team to sneak into the destination, or draw your sword to break through those damn prison doors with great cost.”

He clenched his fist lightly:

"You'll get what you want -- whatever that is -- faster, better, and easier."

Qianzi's words paused slightly, as if he wanted to observe everyone's reaction.

"Dear Crassus, and all the mighty warriors."

The braze opened again.

"Your sword edge is the greatest support we can find at this moment in a land full of strangeness and hostility." He was extremely humble at this moment, folding his hands together with a respectful and submissive expression: "And we are yours. The best eyes and ears and help you can find in a place full of powerful enemies."

Qianzi carefully looked at each pair of eyes that passed his line of sight:

"But no matter which side we are here, we are alone and helpless here - you are a mercenary group that has been squeezed out, and we are wanted criminals that everyone shouts and beats. No one can face Williams alone, and face the Blade Camp. , facing Xihuang, facing the behemoth and powerful backup behind them: Star Kingdom."

Qianzi widened his eyes and opened his hands: "So I suggest that we cooperate sincerely and get what we need: we will help you open the door of the prison of bones with ease."

"The sword of disaster, and the shield of phantom shadow, is there a better combination than this?"

The tavern was completely silent, only the breathing of the soldiers remained, one after another, with an irregular rhythm.

Qianzi watched the expressions of other people calmly, his eyes rolling back and forth.

It seems like a year has passed.

In the end, Ricky took a deep breath and slowly exhaled: "The shadow..."

"What do you want?"

As soon as these words came out, Clay and the masked man suddenly turned their heads and stared at Ricky.

But Ricky ignored them.

"What are you going to do in the camp with our strength?"

Here, the brazener smiled.

He rubbed his hands together and slowly raised his head.

"We have extremely reliable information," Qianzi said cautiously, constantly observing even the slightest expression on the face of the person in front of him:

"A goal that is priceless and involves all parties has just crossed the desert today and arrived at the Saber Camp."

A priceless... target?

What?

At this moment, Marina could notice as long as she lowered her head: the red-haired youth and the black-haired youth sitting in front of her both stiffened.

"That's our job."

Ricky narrowed his eyes.

"The target may receive unimaginable support at any time-groups of troops and countless masters, continuous support and strict and thoughtful guards, which are far from being solved by sneaking or blindly attacking. "

Qianzi smacked his mouth, nodded with a sneer.

Under the watchful eyes of countless mercenaries, Thales and Kuaisheng sat motionless, their eyes frozen.

In the juvenile's senses of hell, Tampa's unsatisfactory breathing rose and fell, Marina's cold snort was vividly heard, and the mercenaries whispered endlessly.

And the heartbeats of him and Kuaisheng.

Only faster and faster.

Getting heavier and heavier.

"And we, esteemed Crassus, and you all."

I saw Qianzi lowering his head, as if he was trying to treasure some secret:

"What we have to do is to work together to win this difficult but rewarding goal in the camp..."

Thales and Kuaisheng pressed their eyes on Qianzi to death.

With apprehension and panic, but did not dare to show half a bad mood.

Under the doubtful and hesitant eyes of many people, Jianzi seemed to be the one who solved the mystery at the last moment, with a malicious smile, he said softly: "The second prince of the Star Kingdom, the sole heir of the Supreme King .”

"Thals..."

"Bright star."

At that second, Prince Xingchen's expression froze.

Together with his breathing, it stagnated at this moment.

Beside him, Kuaisheng showed a gratified smile, relieved...

I breathed a sigh of relief.

The broken chapter failed, and the grief was inexplicable.