Kingdom’s Bloodline

Oh! This is really cruel! The blood is pouring out, it must be very painful... But even if the opponent is severely injured, Brother Ba Li is not in a hurry, he is still very cautious, neither puts down the shield nor puts down the spear, but walks slowly , approaching the opponent in a circle... Oh! This time the defense was beautiful, Brother Ba Li returned in vain... Wait! Brother Ba Li just lured the enemy, and now it is... Aw! I don’t want to suffer this, It looks so painful...Ah! Turn around and go again! Gentlemen remember to cover the eyes of the female companions, this scene is not suitable for sleep aids...Don't you surrender, if I do, lest you bleed too much...Yes , That's right! The opponent threw down his weapon, and he raised his hands to admit defeat! The battle is over! The magistrate, the doctor, and the stretcher team rushed in... Although helpless, perhaps unwilling, and a little desperate, it was definitely worth it, after all, the bonus No matter how rich it is, you have to live to enjoy it first!

The sun was setting, and the sky was full of sunset. There were dozens of one-on-one duels in the arena. Even the host with a loud voice on the host stage had changed two. It was fun until people lit up the lights and lit the torches in the arena, illuminating the entire arena like daylight, and the election will finally determine the final eight winners.

In the arena, the warriors illuminated by the immortal lights raised their spears and shields and roared to the sky.

Everyone, the winner of this duel, that is, the last person selected for the quarter-finals, is the barren mountain warrior from the other side of the sea—Azai Juyong Ba Lige!

The host's voice was conveyed to all parts of the arena through a special sounding tube and relying on the circular layout of the arena, arousing warm cheers from the audience.

Listen to the cheers of the audience, even the lights are shaking! You can tell that people love Brother Ba Li, they call him 'Barren Mountain Torrent', because fighting with him will never be boring!

The messengers specially recruited for the general election hurried back and forth between the stands and even inside and outside the venue, delivering information such as the battle situation, ranking, match, etc. After a while, there were more louder and more vague cheers outside the venue ( or hiss), and in the farther part of the city, someone even set off fireworks, lighting up the dark night sky.

Brother Ba Li, there are real things under his hand. D.D stood in the aisle below the Duke's stand, holding a pen and paper, looking at the barren mountain man covered in blood and roaring with a spear, and nodded slightly.

His habits on the battlefield can't be changed, so he's seen blood, Morgan beside him bowed his head and lit his pipe, agreeing softly, It's only a little something in the quarterfinals, but... hmph, what can I do if I have this ability? Not good, I have to come to sell art.

Hey, everyone has their own aspirations, D.D lay on the low rail next to him, rustlingly recording something, If I were to receive flowers and cheers in the arena and the venue, I would rather be decapitated and bleeding. .”

Morgan snorted in disdain, turned and walked away.

The host's amplified voice sounded again,

over their whispers:

There are more than 100 players who will pass the preliminary test in this election, including many popular players who have been famous for a long time. Unpopular and powerful players, a blockbuster! This is a grand event that hasn't happened in many years! Finally, they went through layers of fighting, broke through obstacles, and decided the final eight!

Following the host's words, the top eight contestants walked out of the tent one after another, receiving the cheers from the audience, while keeping a close eye on each other.

D.D squinted his eyes, looked at these players intently, and took notes seriously.

found it!

The voice behind him startled Doyle, and he almost dropped the pen and paper. He was relieved only after he saw who was coming.

I was scared to death and thought that Terrorblade came back to life... Oh oh Wyah, wait a minute, yes, it's you, real Wyah, take a breath, D.D put away the pen and paper, and held the sweaty head , out of breath Huai Ya, What did you find? The betting point for the rake discount?

Wyatt was taken aback for a moment.

The next second, the host's voice suddenly sounded, startling them all:

First of all, the 'Hundred Step Ranger' Kong Geyou, who was selected by the New Suburban Police Department and the Night Workers Guild, supported justice with a big sword in one hand, and punished Xiao Xiao with a throwing knife in the backhand! His skills were honed from his career as a mercenary and an adventurer Yes! It is said that he has traveled thousands of miles and seen hundreds of cities before he finally decided to settle down in our beautiful Emerald City. In the new suburbs, he is a hero and righteous man, and everyone admires him! Within a hundred steps, the villains disappeared. Citizens are safe and sound! Ladies and gentlemen, this is one of the eight finalists in this election: Hundred Step Ranger!

In the chaotic cheers and applause around, Wyah had to raise the volume:

What bet... No, I mean, I just found a few city hall clerks, and a few chamber of commerce secretaries, using my father's name to threaten and lure...

What? Threats and temptations? You? D.D was a little surprised.

I know, and I don't want to, but the current situation—in short, I have probably figured out the defender's resume, and there is one thing worth noting, Wyah thought of something, took out his notebook, and snatched it, The pen borrows Let me know, my own is broken, while my memory is still clear...

Wait, I'm still using—

Before D.D could protest, he heard Huai Ya muttering:

Slimani, he passed the official public examination and qualification examination 20 years ago, and became an official security officer. He has a good reputation in the department and is helpful. His colleagues all praised him as 'a leader of the security department. pens' and 'reporting specialists'...

Doyle felt that the name sounded familiar, so he couldn't help scratching his ears.

It's not surprising. A thick and heavy voice came from behind, making Doyle tremble.

Zombie! I was shocked! I thought...

D.D turned around and said sternly:

Where have you been? You know, we are in an emergency now, and His Highness is in need of manpower!

Glover just came back from the sidelines. He hugged his bandaged arm, squinted his eyes and looked at the note in D.D's hand:

You mean the staff who calculate odds and place bets?

Ahem, now is not the time to talk about this, D.D closed the notes and the odds list calmly, and turned to Wyah: And then? Continue talking, what happened to Slimani?

Huai Ya didn't pay attention to this little episode, and hurriedly finished recording, he returned the pen to D.D, and the latter began to scribble and change the odds sheet again:

Nine years! Nine years ago, at the most critical moment of accumulating seniority and promotion, Slimani suddenly resigned from the post of police officer and became a defense officer!

Resign? Why?

Not far from the opposite side, the sergeants of the Emerald Legion had been staring vigilantly at the big man of the Star Lake Guard—until they were stared back by the vicious Glover, refusing to budge.

Because something happened to him. Another voice came from behind.

Several people eat together.

Old Kong!

Doyle, who was looking at the notes on the cat's head, trembled again, he couldn't bear it anymore: Don't you walk without making a sound!

It's because you're too focused on writing.

Guard officer Kong Mutuo raised his eyebrows, but he was taken aback immediately:

Hey, Master Ka Suo is writing about business with the notebook, but what are you doing with the notebook...

D.D swallowed his saliva, fortunately, the host's words sounded again, overshadowing them:

Levin Jabari, a handsome and agile swordsman, used to be the main performer of an acrobatic troupe in Tyrann, until an old knight discovered his talent in weapons, and since then he switched to swinging a sword and won many championships. , out of control! Known as the 'Freedom Sword Dancer', he was light and nimble in the battle before the quarterfinals, strolling in the garden, with a posture like a fairy, wandering between the close victory and defeat, making everyone Ladies are crazy about it! God, if the election is going to be a vote to determine the champion, then guys, we can call it over now!

In the arena, a light knight with feathers on his helmet swung two rapiers elegantly, bowed to the surrounding stands, and greeted a large field of flowers and coins.

Oh, it's this guy dressed like a peacock, he has a problem, D.D cheered up, and looked at his notes, In at least two battles, his opponents were obviously strong, but they always Do some flashy moves, then lose to him strangely, and just lose the last few blows, and create a situation where this guy persists, fights to the end, and finally turns defeat into victory.

No wonder, I think his odds have fluctuated a bit... Tsk tsk, someone is going to lose. Kong Mutuo was stunned.

It's okay, my stepmother said that money is liquid, D.D raised his pen and laughed, If someone loses money, it means someone must make money...

Guardian Kongmuto, why do you say that Slimani resigned because something happened? What happened?

Huai Ya squeezed in front of them with a serious look on his face.

Seeing everyone looking at him, Kong Mutuo straightened his collar with a satisfied expression.

In fact, it wasn't Slimani, but his old boss. I guess it was also the backstage and the umbrella-Jeff Rene, who also died. Rene was originally the chief of security, a slippery old fritter , can’t find mistakes in doing things, can’t be blamed for black and white, even if the entire security hall is taken away, and all the bosses and subordinates squat in, he can get away with nothing...

Kongmuto smiled mysteriously:

Until ten years ago, Rene was stripped of his title as chief of the Canal District Police Department and downgraded to a first-class police officer. Later, he was found out for corruption and bribery... Hehe, once he fell, it must be Slimani If you can't get along anymore, don't you have to resign?

Wyah pondered while wondering:

How did you know?

Kong Mutuo's face collapsed when he heard this, he took out his shriveled wallet, and sighed in pain:

I went to find an acquaintance in the local security department, and borrowed a lot of money from him to place a bet...

D.D slapped his thigh, regretful:

Oh! Why do you lend him money when you have money!

Ten years ago? A female voice suddenly sounded.

Everyone turned around.

Mira!

D.D put away the notes subconsciously, and he breathed a sigh of relief after seeing who was coming:

You startled me!

But Miranda ignored it and asked, Guardian Kong Muto, you said that Rene lost his position ten years ago?

Kongmuto nodded:

To be exact, uh, it's not exactly, but the rumor in the security hall is that Rene was sacked by his political opponents...

'Snow Beast' Denver Boo!

The moderator's voice grows inappropriately:

Look! This is a ferocious beast that you absolutely don't want to see on your travels! It came from beyond the defense line of the Quigul Glacier, north of the ancient last line of defense of mankind, a ferocious and terrifying barbaric northerner who drank blood, lived in the wind and lived in the open since childhood! He One meal needs to eat eight people's food, and one ax can cut a bastard two people tall! Roaring is his only language, madness is his only character, and cruelty is his greatest belief! Meet his contestants You have to be careful, and the guests who bet on him should be happy!

A filthy giant appeared in the center of the arena. Under the light, he threw down a double-sided ax with a bang, pounded his chest and roared, causing exclamations among the stands.

Another braggart, Miranda couldn't help chuckling, No one can survive north of Thirty-eight Watch, except for the orcs and Glacier Watch trained by the Last Castle—unless you bring two One hundred barrels of eternal oil and five hundred carts of firewood are burned in rotation every day to keep warm.

Everyone was stunned for a moment, looking at the giant man with even more strange eyes.

Also, Miranda shook her head, the further north you go, the smaller the ax becomes, and the size of the weapon becomes more and more suitable to be carried close to your body. When it comes to the thirty-eight outposts where the snow is covered and dripping into ice...

So that's it, D.D's eyes lit up, and he reopened the notes, I see, thank you.

It's called novelty hunting. A voice came from behind D.D's shoulder.

Damn it—little silly lion!

Doyle turned his head and yelled with his arms akimbo: Didn't your father teach you not to approach people from behind!

No, because it's not necessary, Paul Bozdorf responded calmly. In the Western Wilderness, people who don't even know that someone is approaching behind them can't survive.

D.D choked.

So, ten years ago, Rene lost his position, and nine years ago, Slimani resigned. Paul turned to Wyatt and the others, Right?

Huai Ya's eyes brightened:

Master Bozdorf, have you noticed that too?

Paul shook his head:

Please, I'm not a young master. Besides, I just found out a bit of information about the deceased this morning and our old friend, Special Security Officer Kaguire: Guess when he started from prison guards The captain was promoted and transferred to become a police officer?

Miranda's eyes moved:

Ten years ago?

No, but it's almost the same. It was eleven years ago.

Glover raised his eyebrows:

Eleven years ago, Kaguire was transferred...how did you know?

Paul stretched out his thumb and pointed backwards: In a certain stand, there is a noble son who is said to have come from a branch of the Bozdov family, and his family immigrated from Heroeshun Castle.

From West Wilderness to South Bank? Kong Mutuo clicked his tongue, Then how long is this branch?

It's quite far away, so far away that I think he's just a liar who wants to take advantage of the election to sneak into the upper-class circles and bluff and bludgeon the rich.

D.D's eyes lit up: So?

So I listened patiently to him counting 'his' family tree, pretending not to know that he mispronounced my grandfather's name, Paul said indifferently, then we chatted, and he wished he could pour out the local information he knew. Give me the same, including that Sergeant Kaguire who was guarding the gate in the Emerald City Prison a long time ago, and the crooks and robbers who have squatted in it all hate him.

Huai Ya's eyes moved:

But Kaguire eleven years ago...

But D.D interrupted him with a wave of his hand: Hey, don't interrupt, get back to the topic, where is the liar pretending to be your family?

Wyatt couldn't believe it: The topic? Isn't it—

Oh, after that he drank too much and said drunkly that he had the inside story and knew who the default champion was, so he was going to make a bet to make a fortune, but when he found out that he had lost his wallet, he regretted and looked at it with expectation Ask me if I have spare money. Paul was expressionless.

And then? D.D looked at Paul expectantly.

Then I took him home.

Huai Ya was surprised: Go home?

Don't worry, he's still alive, Paul said calmly, It's very common in Xihuang.

alive?

Everyone looked at each other, only D.D sighed in disappointment.

So, Paul, D.D closed his notebook and said seriously, Do you have any spare money?

Paul frowned, and before he could reply, the host's voice sounded again:

Tate Bischoff! The black-armored foot warrior from the Maple Point coast has won many battles, but they are all ironic: his opponent in the first battle has a problem with the joint of the shoulder armor, and his opponent in the second battle has a foot. Suan, in the third round, it was Bischoff's turn to fall, but he crushed his opponent's thigh by mistake! In the fourth round of the knockout round, the master who returned from the final tower retired, and Bischoff got a bye to advance, an upset kill Into the final eight! In view of this, the audience has given him the nickname: 'Sword of Destiny'!

Following the introduction, the black-armored warrior took two steps forward, clumsily raising his hand and waving, but there were only a few people in the stands who responded, but there was a lot of laughter.

The opponent withdrew before the battle...Well, I'm afraid this guy has problems too, to balance the odds... Kongmutuo shook his head repeatedly.

Someone—someone with money and power—wanted him into the quarterfinals, so he bribed his opponents, including the one who withdrew. Paul said sullenly.

Then it's too obvious to manipulate? Wyatt frowned.

Oh, no, no, no, you don't understand this... The way here, it should be that only the one who retired was not bribed, Doyle beamed, So he was forced to 'retire', out It’s only by accident that it’s so obvious.”

This Bischoff, Miranda said suddenly, I watched his fights, and the rhythm is not simple.

D.D pricked up his ears: Rhythm? What do you mean?

Miranda's eyes were clear: He has two talents, not just by being funny and good luck.

Everyone has a meal together.

Glover frowned: Really?

You mean...he looked clumsy and funny in so many scenes before, but he was also pretending?

D.D's face changed slightly, he looked around, felt the atmosphere in the stands, and instantly understood:

Oops, in the middle of the game! The dealer takes all before and after!

In the next second, Doyle grabbed the betting slip and frantically altered it.

Of course, audience! The next one is the biggest favorite of this election! The most terrifying existence in the quarterfinals! The voice sounded again in the arena.

One person stepped out of the tent covered in blood, attracting cheers from the crowd.

Azai Juyong Ba Lige!

In the arena, the host simply stood on the stage and yelled:

As a barren mountain warrior who came to participate in the meeting from the Hamble Dynasty, he was a brave soldier who made one out of ten on the battlefield and made many achievements. To be strong and strong, thousands of troops will take the enemy's chieftain, and the nightmare of the enemy's camp will be broken by the mountain of blood and the sea of ​​corpses! It is said that the Tianhui Talar of the Hanbul Dynasty once summoned him and personally bestowed on him the name of Juyong But Brother Ba Li refused the unimaginable reward, just because he didn't envy high officials and generous salary, he just wanted to fight fiercely on the battlefield, challenge the strongest opponent, and expand the limit of life! There were few casualties, the blood flowed all over the ground, it was real and cruel, but Brother Ba Li was still deeply loved by the audience, this is the charm of 'The Torrent of Barren Hills'!

No, there are still people who can fight. Miranda was a little surprised, Look at his pace and body coordination, damn it, this guy is a beast.

I don't like the look in his eyes. Morgan stared at the equally ferocious Brother Ba Li and clenched his fists. If I meet him on the street...

If he rushes up to the stands and attacks His Highness... Glover looked thoughtfully at the distance from the arena to the Duke's stands.

Shoot him, Paul frowned. There's no need for him to fight me close.

Call for more people, Kong Mutuo looked at the gnarled muscles and intertwined scars on Brother Ba Li's body, there's no need to fight.

Everyone back to the topic!

Huai Ya waved his hand and closed his fist, trying to draw everyone's attention away from the general election: Although nothing happened for several hours, don't forget, His Highness said that our situation is critical...

D.D let out a big yawn.

Paul spoke at the right time: So, whether it is Slimani, Rene, or Kaguire, their life trajectories have undergone a major change. Some were promoted and some were demoted. It was exactly nine to eleven years ago...

Wyah was worried: It's a pity that I can't find the biographies of the other two deceased, the wine merchant Moss and the wool merchant Diop...

Diop is the same. Glover said suddenly, attracting everyone's attention.

Glover was not used to being stared at by everyone, he coughed:

He was just an apprentice tanner. Even in the artisan industry, he was at the bottom of the ranks. People wouldn't call him to go to that kind of place when they had a drink to celebrate the revival holiday...

Everyone was stunned, and everyone stared at the zombie intently.

Until ten years ago, Diop suddenly met a nobleman, made a fortune, opened a processing factory, and then switched to fur business. Orders and customers kept coming...why are you looking at me?

Your Excellency Pioneer, how do you know? A few seconds later, Wyatt asked everyone's doubts.

Glover subconsciously turned his head to avoid everyone's gaze: Oh, I just watched for three hours, and nothing happened, so I was thinking about Huai Ya's notes during the shift break, so I pulled the dumb and went out to the night market to sell After wandering around, I happened to meet some members of the Blood Bottle Gang...

Nothing happened? Morgan couldn't believe it.

Thinking about notes? D.D couldn't believe it.

Shift break? Kong Muto couldn't believe it.

You and the mute? Wyatt couldn't believe it.

Night market stall? Paul couldn't believe it.

Walk around? Nexi, who was fined and sent back, was equally unbelievable.

Be normal!

Miranda criticized the others harshly, and then she turned her head in disbelief: Glorver, you just said, just happened to meet?

Faced with so many strange eyes, Glover was embarrassed:

Yeah, that's what they told us... Wait, shouldn't the point be ten years ago...

Fortunately, the host saved the zombie again:

And don't worry everyone, the bloody battle between the quarterfinals will begin immediately after the team competition! That's right, the most chaotic, bloodiest, and unexpected multiplayer team battle! As far as I know, the final eight At least five people will participate in the team battle, hehe, this is the ultimate test of physical fitness, patience, intelligence, logistics and even popularity. Can any of them stand out and show the miracle of the Sword of Tracing Light back then? How about winning the individual and team competitions at the same time?

During the roaring tsunami, more players came to the field, many of them were eliminated in the previous single-player duels, and they soon formed groups of threes and twos, each forming a team.

Here we come! Let me hear more noise! ​​This is the most passionate team battle! The champion may fall, the weak may fight back, the mean can win, and the reckless will definitely miss it! Are you ready!

On this side, Miranda folded her arms:

Want to know something else?

She beckoned everyone in the guards to gather around, and raised the volume amidst the roar of the audience:

There is a bodyguard guild in Emerald City, and many of them are swordsmen who graduated from the Tower of the End...

I also came from the Tower of Terminator, why don't you know? Hearing the familiar words, Nexi, who was standing guard by the side, immediately pricked up his ears.

Everyone was dissatisfied with his interruption, and they all turned their heads angrily.

Have you graduated yet? Glover snorted coldly.

Nexi's expression changed.

Are you a seed? Huai Ya asked helplessly.

Nexi's eyelids twitched.

Are you the chief? Konmuto sighed.

Nexi's mouth twitched.

Are you the heir to the North? Paul asked indifferently.

Nexi trembled all over!

Are you our lovely Mira? D.D asked seriously.

Nexi was stunned for a moment.

Boom!

With a muffled sound, Miranda retracted her elbow freely, allowing Doyle to bend over in pain while clutching his abdomen.

On the other side, Nexi was not hurt, but she was also out of her mind, staggering and squatting in a corner.

In short, for this election, the bodyguard guild also selected a few people to participate, and I chatted with them... Miranda continued.

Let's talk, D.D straightened up instantly, opened the notebook, picked up the pen, his eyes lit up, Who should I bet on?

Boom.

There was another muffled sound, Glover punched Doyle until he hummed, and had to retreat behind everyone.

Several old guys told me, Miranda said loudly, 'Lausanne II' has a mysterious origin and strange sword skills. At least when he was the killer of the Blood Bottle Gang, no one in Emerald City knew his true face, but he A decisive battle with the Black Street Brotherhood, and finally died in the capital—guess, how many years ago?

Everyone changed color.

Could it be that……

Ten years ago? A voice came from behind D.D.

Fuck, you scared me again, walking silently— D.D, who was studying the betting slip in his hand, jumped suddenly, and immediately reacted, smiling, Ah, it's the flag bearer! This subordinate is waiting for you here It's been a long time...

Hugo Fubi stood behind everyone with a gloomy expression, everyone couldn't help but shuddered, and all looked serious.

Everyone knows that when the Terror Blade is not around, the 'ghost' and 'gardener' are the highest level of existence.

To be precise, it was eleven years ago when Fubi held the banner, Miranda continued. Eleven years ago, many people saw with their own eyes that Lausanne II died at the hands of the black sword.

D.D's eyes changed: Hey, but the zombie and the mute—maybe only the zombie—say that the female boss confessed that Lausanne II was killed by other people?

Hugo shook his head.

Miranda pondered: It's not important, the key to this news is...

Eleven years ago? Huai Ya frowned tightly, and grabbed D.D's pen.

Hugo snorted softly:

I also listened to some of your discussions just now, so...

I saw him take a deep breath:

Dagoli Moss, a wine merchant, during the bloody year, he was so indebted that he lost all his underwear, but his business suddenly started to improve eleven years ago, and he even started to go out to do long-distance business. The royal capital...

Hugo glanced at everyone:

Of course, we later learned that he was recruited by the Emerald City at that time.

Miranda was surprised: Eleven years ago again?

Everyone was lost in thought.

D.D poked his head forward and whispered, Your Excellency the Flag Officer, what are you doing...

The way to hold the flag wing, Hugo refused all the way, don't ask.

D.D showed a helpless expression and shrank back.

But when he shrunk halfway, his expression suddenly changed.

Wait, you, you, you, and you...

Doyle pointed at each of the others, one by one, in disbelief:

Could it be that, just a few hours ago, you were all working hard to check for information?

Of course, our situation is critical, Wyatt replied while thinking hard, what else?

D.D looked at Wyah, who had a face full of reason, and the note in his hand, and silently put away his notebook.

That's the problem. Miranda narrowed her eyes.

Moss, Diop, Slimani, Rene, Kaguire, and even Lausanne II... Wyatt read out the names on the notes.

Eleven or ten years ago, Glover whispered, End Calendar 669 or 670.

The eighth year after the Bloody Year, the fourth year after the end of the Desert War, Paul thought seriously, and two years before the return of the prince...

And the sixteenth year after I was born... D.D nodded solemnly.

At that time, what happened in the Emerald City? Kong Muto repeated.

It must be a big event to change the lives of so many people, and even lose their lives? Miranda mused.

Everyone was thinking hard, or at least pretending to be thinking hard.

Miranda rolled her eyes and looked at Hugo:

Your Excellency, Banner Officer? You are well-informed and perform special duties. You must know the answer to the mystery?

Hugo was silent for a while.

That's right, I know, or I guessed it, the flag bearer sighed, but this matter involves...

Hugo carefully looked around, hesitated to speak.

Forget it, let's go back and talk about it.

Miranda panicked: But Your Excellency the Banner Bearer...

But Hugo shook his head, turned and left decisively.

Don't think too much, just stand on this post.

Seeing Hugo's leaving back, everyone was stunned.

He knows, but he won't tell. Paul mused.

What is he worried about? Wyatt asked doubtfully.

I want to know too. Miranda pursed her lips.

The big event that happened eleven years ago...

While thinking about it, D.D slapped his thigh!

Hey, it's not that simple—

After all, under the surprised eyes of others, Doyle squatted down, poked his head under the railing, and waved to stop a casino courier who was trotting past under the stands:

Hi! Zabi! Wait! Remember me?

Ah! Of course I remember!

The young messenger was only in his teens, and he was wearing a big cloth bag. When he heard the words, he stopped and saw D.D. He immediately smiled:

You are Mr. Wyer from the sixth stand!

At that moment, there was silence around the railing.

Even D.D froze, his hand still in mid-air.

He swallowed his throat, and clearly felt the air pressure around one of the people behind him drop sharply.

Everyone took a step back in unison, tacitly leaving a place in the middle, holding a pen and paper, bowing his head deeply, and slightly trembling aide Wyah Castle - the real one.

But unluckily...

So, Mr. Wyer, do you still want to bet?

Zabi is excited:

Let's do it again? The team competition has been closed, and it's too chaotic to play, but it's hard to say in the quarter-finals. Maybe we will win this time? Mr. Wyatt?

D.D felt the cold temperature at the back of his head, and slowly squeezed out a miserable smile:

Hey, yes, yes, let's go again...

Under everyone's sympathetic gazes, Mr. Wyatt from Stand No. 6 stretched his hands into his arms stiffly, and tremblingly took out the betting slip.

Okay, one bet on the Bischoff player!

Zabi took the betting slip and coins and smiled broadly:

The distinguished guest from the sixth stand——Mr. Wyer!

The drums sounded, and the team competition was just beginning. Under the instigation of the host, the contestants who had already formed a team roared and rushed towards each other, or formed gangs to fight against each other, or retreated silently to protect themselves. Of course, there were also roars Jumping into the crowd, not long after, some people were dying of blood.

The shouts from the stands around the arena were unprecedented and deafening, and the fireworks on the night sky were speckled and colorful, making it a lively and prosperous scene.

But D.D trembled for a while, only feeling the dead silence behind him.

Cold and desolate.

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, but Huai Ya's expression was hidden under the shadows, and he couldn't see it.

D.D felt something was wrong, so he quickly changed the subject:

Ahem, by the way, brother, let me ask you one more thing: did any major events happen in Emerald City eleven or twelve years ago?

Huh? Big deal?

Zabi, who was happily collecting bets, was taken aback for a moment:

Why do you ask this? What kind of thing is a big deal?

Doyle curled his lips stiffly.

Hey, hey, that's it, you, have you seen the big brother behind me with a notebook and a serious face, so we are playing a two-person quiz, and if you win, you will get money—so, when the time comes share with you?

Zabi was pleasantly surprised at first, and then waved his hand:

Hey, no need, you have taken care of so much of my business today, Mr. Wyer...

The air pressure behind him is even lower.

Ahem, D.D quickly interrupted him, Well, Zabi, eleven years ago? Big event?

A big event... a big event... Oh, yes! Last year, Emerald City just opened its 10th anniversary celebration, and our casino also held a promotion for this, it is definitely a big event...

Miranda leaned against the railing with a deep expression: 10th anniversary? Celebration? What do you commemorate?

Of course it is to commemorate eleven years ago, the young Zabi puffed out his chest proudly, Master Zhan En has returned to the Emerald City, quelled the rebellion, and officially succeeded him as the new generation - the Guardian Duke of the South Coast!

There is nothing bigger than this!

At this moment, everyone was stunned.

After the young messenger left, everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, even Huai Ya forgot the grudge just now.

Eleven years ago, the Duke took over and put down the rebellion. What do you mean? Huai Ya murmured.

He raised his head and looked at everyone, and suddenly found that some people looked dignified, while others were in disbelief.

Why?

Wyatt asked: Why were all these dead people promoted or changed careers after the Duke of South Bank succeeded? Eleven years later, they were brutally murdered one after another?

Why does Your Excellency the Flag Officer know this clearly, but keep it secret?

No one answered.

Kong Mutuo looked pale and carefully looked around.

Morgan shook his head in disdain, and took a sip.

Paul frowned and remained silent.

Glover's face was still as stiff as death, but he clenched his fists.

And Miranda looked up at the Duke's stand, with an even more ugly expression and sharp eyes.

Only D.D, in order to make up for the mistake just now, slapped his thigh and answered happily.

It's simple, according to your theory, True Wyah, Doyle said more and more, only to feel that the logic has never been so smooth, Of course there is something wrong with the succession of the Duke of South Bank, and these dead people are all insiders. That's why some were promoted, some changed careers, until they were liquidated and wiped out—

The next second, Doyle figured out something, he shivered in shock, and bit all the words between his teeth.

no?

The duke succeeds, succeeds...

What are you talking about, what's so strange?

Huai Ya breathed in a trance, tremblingly asked:

Who, who is strange?

With a bang, roars and cheers broke out again from several stands.

The team battle in the arena has reached a fever pitch. People kept screaming and falling down, being dragged out by professional rescuers. There were also people screaming and fighting non-stop.

Come! Fight! Fight! Burn! Shine! Warriors! The setting sun is with you!

The host yelled frantically:

Fight hard to the death, spill the blood on the earth, let the glory choose the general!

But at that moment, Wyatt only felt that the arena in front of him had changed:

It is no longer an arena for contestants and spectators, and the arena and stands have become the most inconspicuous parts.

On the contrary, hundreds of soldiers of the Jade Legion in an orderly formation filled every sentry post, guarded every exit, stared at every stage, and blocked every road around the Star Lake Guards.

The succession of the Duke... there is something strange...

Wyatt swallowed.

Everyone, don't get excited, don't say anything, we don't know anything, everything is business as usual. Miranda said in a deep voice.

But obviously no one dared to get excited anymore.

No one can get up as usual.

The armor and shields of the surrounding soldiers were engraved with the bright iris logo, all of them were murderous and fully armed, guarding the most noble stand faintly.

On it, the man they were loyal to—the young and vigorous Guardian Duke of the South Bank, Jann Cavendir sat peacefully.

Informed... Silent...

Wyatt's breathing quickened.

And the boy in nine-pointed star costume was sitting beside Zhan En, his brows were tightly furrowed.

It seems to be thinking about something.

Someone has to inform His Highness to bring him down...

Huai Ya spoke with difficulty:

If the Duke's position is really wrong, once His Royal Highness exposes...

Shut your beak, Zhenhuaiya! Kong Mutuo angrily reprimanded in a low voice, even ignoring his usual politeness, Don't look at Your Highness either!

Everyone was stunned, and they didn't dare to move again.

On this row of railings, everyone stiffened their necks, staring at the group fighting in the field.

Oh my god, why do I have to talk so much? D.D was annoyed, The flag officer didn't say anything, he didn't say anything, there must be a reason for him not to say anything!

The Hall of Thales, does His Highness know? Wyatt raised his head stiffly.

Your Highness is smarter than us... Miranda gritted her teeth.

Glover didn't speak. He quietly looked sideways and observed the entrance and exit of the arena, but the more he looked, the more he felt heavy.

Wait, if Your Highness knows... Paul suddenly said.

That's even more dangerous.

Miranda shook her head: Think about it, if Jann knows that His Highness knows...even if it's just a suspicion...

Oops.

Everyone's heart sank again.

I'm going to gather everyone—quietly.

Don't! It will be suspicious.

Everyone, I have one thing to say, don't panic after you hear it...

Then what to do?

I'll send a code...

Notify the flag bearer first...

Everyone...

The flag bearer must be on the move!

Calm down, leave one by one...

Uh, everyone?

Then what should your Highness do?

He brought a weapon, the Vigilante, and his usual dagger...

What? Do you want him to raise his sword and fight out?

I'll take him down, and I'll tell you that Terrorblade is critically ill...

Mallos is in Kongming Palace! Is there a better excuse?

Everyone!!!

Someone shouted loudly, shocking everyone!

Everyone turned their heads, only to find that the person who spoke was D.D.

Something's wrong.

Doyle was sweating profusely and looked flustered. He raised his hand tremblingly.

Everyone looked at each other, surprised and terrified.

Doyle, calm down! Miranda gritted her teeth.

Don't panic, D.D, take a deep breath, I'm here, Glover knew that this might be a panic attack on the battlefield, he said hastily, I'm watching your back.

No! But D.D cut him off.

I saw Doyle pointing at the field and tremblingly said:

I saw that in the group melee, someone just used a 'lock formation' move, which is orthodox.

Miranda was startled: What do you mean?

That's, that's one of the ten moves of the Legion.

Everyone was taken aback.

It wasn't until several seconds later that Miranda looked at the chaotic fighting in the audience, and slowly came back to her senses:

What, what?

I know, I have told myself many times that he is dead, there is no way out... But, but there is always a voice telling me that it is not so easy for him... Oops, I swear, it was definitely a 'Guardian style' just now ! D.D's voice was distorted.

D.D... Glover said with difficulty.

How is that possible? Wyatt couldn't believe it.

Yeah, very unlikely, but I swear that way, that skill—that's him.

D.D swallowed desperately, he looked at the shadows of swords and swords in the arena, his face pale:

Lausanne II, he is still alive.

Just mix among these melee people.

Now.