Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 187: The Lost River Shrimp
Chapter 683 The Lost River Shrimp
At this moment, Glover and Zimikas squatted together. They carefully hid behind the two wooden boxes so as not to get involved in the fight and become one of the corpses on the ground.
That **** dumb, what the **** is he doing?
Glorver stared angrily at Rolf who was standing in the middle of the field, surrounded by thugs, but still vigorously confronting the Red Viper and the homeless.
Yes, those tricks are very showy, kill a few miscellaneous soldiers, pose a few poses, but...
Can't the dumb man see that this warehouse is full of elite thugs from the Blood Bottle Gang, three floors inside and three floors outside, even if they knock down ten more people, it won't help, there is no chance of winning at all?
What's more, the most difficult threat...
Glorver moved his gaze, and looked fearfully at the black-clothed assassin who was unable to be captured by the Qiongxing Lake guards. The latter was standing in the shadow at the other end of the warehouse, watching the situation on the field motionless.
Damn it.
Glorver punched the box hard.
When will the man in black make his move?
When is the fiercest battle? Is it time for the dumb to be consumed dry by other people? Or when both sides fight to the death, when all the dust settles?
Thinking of this, the zombie is extremely entangled: When the time comes, Karen Glover, whether he can make a move by himself, will he go up or not?
Get on and expose yourself.
If you don't, then the dumb...
Although this dumb man deserves to die, he shouldn't die like this!
Damn it!
He thought it was bad enough, but it turned out to be worse than he thought.
"His eyes, Xiaohong, I understand."
Fogg looked at Rolf's expression and became more serious:
"Next, he's probably going to fight us to death."
Fogg was expressionless, and gently raised his long knife.
Nekla, who was suffering from a headache, was surprised when he heard this.
On the opposite side of them, Rolf sneered, picked up a blood-stained chain sword from the ground, first wiped the blood on the sleeve, and then tightly wrapped the chain on the hilt around his arm, as if default.
This action made all the thugs around stand in awe
"Exactly!"
Gritting its teeth, the red viper simply put aside the gains and losses, and reactivated its ferocity:
"Then let go and fight to the end, whoever lives and who dies, let the setting sun!"
He roared, the secretion of hormones in his body accelerated, and the muscles on his body became more and more tense.
Facing these two formidable enemies, Rolf grinned and tightened the chain sword in his hand, as if to say: It's just what he wants.
The momentum between the three suddenly changed.
What? Desperate? it's here? At this moment?
Golover looked in disbelief at Rolf who was showing off in the middle of the warehouse, and read in horror from the other person's movements and expressions: This might be true.
Rolf... was ready to die here.
Wait!
Glorver shook his head subconsciously:
Is this mute mentally ill? Where can't you think about it?
Emerald City has a pier and a seaside. If you want to commit suicide, where is the best place to go? Do you have to come here to die?
Nostalgia complex, you have to die in the gang you were born in, right?
And the betrayed female boss, is she the mother of his unborn child or something? Is she that important? Is it worth the life of this dumb dumb?
No, depending on the age, it's probably his unborn child's grandmother!
Grass fuck!
The more resentful Glover thought about it, the more angry he became, and the curse had already bloomed in his chest.
Also, is there any point in fighting to the death here?
Glorver observed the members of the Blood Bottle Gang who were gradually restoring order and discipline, and found with a headache that they were standing in formation again, and the only two exits were completely surrounded again.
Would it be possible that the female boss would be spared by the enemy because she earned respect because of her heroic death in battle?
Please, this is an ugly and realistic gang battle, not a noble and ideal knight duel!
Besides, did the latter really exist?
Stupid, selfish, dumb who ignores his comrades!
Fuck him!
Just as Glover kept cursing inwardly, and Rolf's one-vs-two life-and-death duel was unavoidable and imminent, a voice faintly resounded in the crowd:
"The Blood Bottle Gang has such a master. To be honest, I am very pleased."
Glorver was startled, and instantly raised his vigilance to the highest level.
The battle was interrupted, and Rolf, Nekla, and Fogg lost their momentum a bit, and all turned their heads: the black-clothed killer who hadn't moved for a long time stepped forward, swept across the crowd, and walked towards the three people in the field.
Stay, slap, slap...
His steps seem to have the power to capture people's hearts and souls, and every step he takes will tighten everyone's heartbeat.
It makes people feel short of breath, palpitations and chills, and many people's expressions are tense and their breathing speeds up.
"But then I remembered, we actually met, didn't we?"
The man in black looked at Rolf and smiled softly:
"Just outside the wool merchant's mansion."
At that moment, Rolf and Gloria frowned.
Oops.
They were recognized.
One of the things Glover was most worried about happened after all.
"You came to catch me with them... The wind was very strong that day, and it was strangely strong, and your legs and feet were not so agile - a supernatural being."
Stay, slap, slap...
The man in black walked forward slowly, and every step he took gave people tremendous pressure. In addition, his appearance, which was completely wrapped in black from head to toe, made people feel uneasy for no reason.
Nekla and Fogg looked at each other, the former heaved a sigh of relief and smiled again.
Rolf's pressure increased sharply.
He turned his head back stiffly, looking vigilantly at the man in black who was getting closer and closer, the chain sword in his hand clenched tighter and tighter.
As a bystander, Glover sighed and subconsciously grabbed a machete on the ground.
What should he do now?
Go up and kill people with the mute?
However, if you want to deal with that black-clothed killer, should you strike first regardless of everything? Or find the right opportunity to attack from behind? Or simply pull on the mute and run away?
We can't let him try to stop the killer and create a chance for the mute and his old friend to escape, right?
However, the swordsmanship of the man in black, combined with that weird ability, even the traps laid by the Star Lake guards commanded by Lord Mallos, can't do anything to him.
The two of them, one is still injured, and the other just fought a game, it's not enough for someone to bite their teeth!
Damn it, they got in with great difficulty, learned so much information, and all their previous efforts were wasted!
Just for a... dumb old friend?
Grass!
Zimikas was very alert to the dangers around him. He immediately noticed Glover's movements and couldn't help but panic:
"Fatty, what do you want to do? Don't!"
What do you want to do?
Why?
I want to kill someone now!
Looking at Rolf, Glover gave a severe pooh.
"I can feel your killing intent, maybe there is hatred, even death, young man," the man in black's eyes are hidden behind the dark eyepieces, but it makes people feel flustered, "I am also very happy Rely on you to test the quality of your subordinates."
Rolfe's complexion changed, and when he was about to strike violently, he was surprised to find:
Before I knew it, I was already shaking so much that I couldn't even lift my arms.
This, so fast?
Oops!
Glorver, who was paying close attention to the situation, was startled. He looked at the dumb expression and immediately reacted:
It's that kind of ability!
"But unfortunately, my schedule is very full, and I don't have time to play games with you and your master." The man in black shook his head and walked slowly to Rolf, "Today, let's call it a day ?”
The next second, Rolf's expression changed, and his figure shook!
But he's not the only one:
The two thugs who stood closest to the man in black, one with a daze in his eyes, began to mutter to himself, while the other simply fell to the ground with a plop.
Plop! Boom! Snapped!
Starting from the man in black, more and more people fell or fell limp in the warehouse. Some were dreaming, some rubbed their foreheads, and some fell into a deep sleep.
"Ah..."
"No..."
"I want to have a good meal..."
"Hahahahaha..."
Nekla and Fogg both took half a step back, Red Viper looked pained, and Fogg looked in a trance.
It's not good, it's not good, it's not good!
Seeing the abnormal state of the crowd, Glover groaned in his heart, and was about to rush out, desperate to attack the man in black, but immediately felt a weight on his leg.
"Yes mom," Zimikas hugged his feet limply, his eyes blank, "I, I worked hard today and got a lot of rewards, good mom, right mom, no problem mom... ..."
Golovo was about to kick him away, but Zimikas' expression became bitter:
"Don't worry, I won't join the gang like my father, and I won't be hacked to death like him... I didn't become a gangster, I didn't bully the poor, I earned clean money, conscience money, I I still have to save money to hire you the best tuberculosis doctor...the best..."
Glorver's breath was stagnant, he gritted his teeth, retracted his raised foot, and only gently pushed Zimikas away.
This bastard.
This warehouse... is full of **** bastards.
But when he pushed Zimikas away, Glover suddenly found: on the ground in front of Zimikas, there was a pool of blood blown away by the wind, revealing crooked writing:
[Preparation, plan]
Glorver was startled.
A plan?
What plan?
The next second, little Teto appeared in front of him, running towards him bouncing...
No, don't!
Glorver shook his head desperately and turned his attention back to the field, but he could only see Rolf bending down in pain in front of the man in black.
Like kneeling.
Damn it!
Glorver tried hard to resist the supernatural power, anxious in his heart:
He should be more clear!
It can't be this dumb who wants to be the queen and create a chance for me to escape...Huh?
Create, a chance to escape?
Glorver was shocked!
At that moment, he suddenly understood.
He understands, he tmd understands what Rolf is going to do!
In front of the man in black, Rolf breathed in a trance.
The figure in front of him was the man in black for a while, Catherine for a while, the boy who changed his destiny for a while, and a group of ferocious, terrifying and hungry wild dogs for a while.
He couldn't tell the difference.
"Once upon a time, when I was just a grassroots person, people refused to sit down and listen to me carefully."
The voice of the man in black sounded, as if it came from the sky.
Rolf shook his head hard, trying to press his forehead, but found that he touched the ground as soon as he stretched out his hand.
Why... did he kneel down?
"So I practiced my sword hard and swung it vigorously," the masked man in black continued, "Finally, they finally sat down quietly and listened to me."
He patted his sword hilt, his tone became lonely:
"But it took me a long time to understand: what they listened to was not my words, but the words of the sword."
Rolf only saw the other party's lips opening and closing, but he didn't know what he said at all.
He was even a little confused: Why did the other party open and close his mouth?
Is it for dinner?
The air pressure was out of control and released from the alloy cylinder of the prosthesis, but he didn't seem to notice it.
Until a piece of glass shards landed on his knees, just piercing into the gap between metal and flesh.
The special touch and pain make him come to his senses!
Right!
He is still in the warehouse, struggling with his cruel fate...
Rolf woke up with a start, subconsciously reached into his pocket.
That Glover, that big burly guy, that guy who everyone says is not sociable, but in fact he just doesn't want to be with that big guy who disdains socializing and has a distorted mentality, that guy who was forced by the horror blade to make a match with him Zombies...
Can he understand?
Can he do it?
Can he... succeed?
Behind the box, the dizzy Grover was panting heavily, trying to put his hand into his pocket.
Exactly.
Why didn't he think of that?
On the territory of the Blood Bottle Gang, they are surrounded by so many gang members, among whom there are many super-level experts, as long as they are entangled by one of them for a moment...
And Rolf was still carrying the phantom blade that was seriously injured. With such a burden, it was impossible for them to escape no matter what.
It won't work with the two of them alone.
Can't do it anyway.
After all, they are not Wrath of the Kingdom.
So, the only feasible way to break through so many people is...
Glorver opened his eyes with difficulty, looking at the panorama of the warehouse:
From front to back, from left to right, some members of the Blood Bottle Gang groaned, some groaned, some stretched out their hands to sleepwalk, some murmured to themselves, some held their heads in pain, and many more simply passed out.
Nekla leaned against the wall and slowly collapsed, her eyes were closed tightly, and her face was in pain.
Fogg had an ugly expression and a weak body, so he grabbed the handrail so as not to fall.
Dou Luo sat down on the spot, eyes fascinated, tears streaming down his face.
Although the reactions were mixed, at this moment, the entire gang of the warehouse, centered on the man in black, fell from the inside to the outside, and most of them lost their ability to move.
But at least...
Glorver reluctantly looked to the other side in the dizziness:
The road leading to the exit has been clarified, and it is no longer blocked by a large number of people.
Glorver knelt down unsteadily, and finally took out a section of the injection needle with difficulty, and pulled out the needle cover tremblingly.
Their plan.
Tiansha's plan.
It's really you, dumb.
Have you thought about it from the beginning?
Just...
Isn't he too risky?
Glorver exhausted all his strength to open his eyes: in the field of vision, the man in black bent down and looked at Rolf who was in a trance.
"Now, I give them the dreams they want and hope they will actually start listening to me."
The man in black shook his head slightly.
"But I found out that once they start dreaming..."
He looked at Catherine in the corner, and then at the messy crowd in the warehouse, and sighed.
"I can no longer hear what I said."
Since meeting the man in black, the royal guard—to be precise, the star lake guard returned in disgrace, the watchman and captain, Lord Tormund Mallos, began to collect intelligence and formulate countermeasures.
One of them is how to resist the kind of psychic ability that makes people fall into a hallucination inexplicably.
Vision.
Dizzy, Glover bit the tip of his tongue, trying not to look at the brothers and sisters who were running happily in front of them—how happy they were at that time.
The next second, he took a deep breath and stuck the injection into his thigh!
Among the six wings of the imperial guards handed down from generation to generation, the punishment wing has a special role, especially in punishment and torture.
They have many methods and tools, even handed down from the ancient empire era, with a long history, rich experience, and improved from generation to generation, so they are efficient and effective. It is said that even the secret department of the Kingdom often comes to second manpower or equipment... ...
For example...
Gloofer plugged the needle back in, and took out an ordinary one that can be found in every house-a clothespin.
The stupefied zombie trembled, and in the illusory laughter of Little Teto, following the suggestion of the prison officer "Gardener" Patterson, clamped it on the underarm skin under the shoulder socket, and only clamped a thin layer.
I just don't know when the punishment wing's medicine will start to take effect...
But Glover doesn't know anymore.
Closing his eyes comfortably as he was in a trance, he began to think about other things.
For example, Apple.
Apple.
Yes, Apple.
【Fatty, don't cry. 】
He clutched the apple in his pocket tightly, wiped off the blood, and timidly crossed the street, heading home—or, as Tinker used to say, the lair.
The taste of the apple has changed a bit, and there are more than a dozen holes on it, all left by the clown with a throwing knife.
At that time, while counting the throwing knives in his hand, Max laughed wildly and said, as long as he holds the apple, stands against the wall, stands firmly, does not shake, does not shout, does not scream, does not cry, then he will After practicing with a bag of throwing knives, this delicious apple is his.
And he did.
He held the apple, stood firmly, and held it even more steadily.
He didn't shake.
No shouting.
No call.
Even when the last piece of the clown's throwing knife deviated from the apple and pierced his palm.
I didn't even cry.
【Fatty, don't cry. 】
This apple...
It's his.
No, it's theirs.
When he returned to his lair, sister Lilian, silly Tinker, stupid Fern, rotten dysentery, stinky slug, and that annoying little Teto who clings to him every day and catches a cold every day, everyone will be there again. As you can see, he has fresh apples here!
Sister Lilian will praise Fern the same way she praised Fern last time!
Hey, all of them will envy me this time around!
Huh, if you want to eat, then say "Please Brother Fatty"?
Finish? Why don't you say "Thank you, brother fat pier"?
Now, no one dares to laugh at me for being useless, because I am fat and just eat and do nothing!
Fat Duner sniffed his nose and trotted away, feeling proud and happy in his heart, unknowingly touched...
Wounds on the hands.
The next moment, in the warehouse full of murmurs and groans, Glover shuddered and woke up with his eyes open!
Fuck **** fuck **** fuck **** fuck **** fuck **** fuck **** fuck **** fuck **** fuck **** fuck **** **** fuck **** fuck **** fuck **** fuck **** fuck **** fuck **** fuck **** fuck **** fuck **** fuck **** fuck **** it **** fuck **** fuck **** fuck **** fuck **** fuck **** fuck **** fuck **** it **** fuck **** fuck **** fuck **** fuck **** fuck **** fuck **** fuck **** fuck **** it **** fuck **** fuck **** fuck **** fuck **** fuck **** fuck **** fuck **** fuck **** it **** fuck **** fuck **** fuck **** fuck **** fuck **** fuck **** fuck **** it **** fuck **** fuck **** fuck **** fuck **** fuck **** fuck **** fuck **** fuck **** fuck **** fuck it **** it back!
He yelled and exhaled all the air in his lungs!
But he has no more time to think.
The severe pain from the armpit, magnified countless times, caused his back to convulse. Glover clutched the clamp under the armpit in pain, and kept rolling on the ground.
Fuck, fuck, fuck!
At some point in time, Little Teto disappeared from his eyes.
It was replaced by endless tearing pain.
As if someone is holding scissors, starting from his armpits, bit by bit, inch by inch, cutting his skin open!
The edge of the knife is still making a clicking sound!
They abruptly pulled Glover back from the inextricable memory.
Well, Glover knows now: the potion has taken effect.
That’s right, after Lord Mallos collected information, questioned the parties present, and discussed with Banner Wing, he accepted the suggestion and raw materials of Punishment Wing and entrusted Logistics Wing to remake it, which is resistant to mental abilities. Fastest "solution":
A torture potion that amplifies perception, focuses attention, and especially enhances pain perception.
Alias - "Lost River Shrimp".
As for why this name...
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
Screaming in his brain, Glover struggled and writhed on the ground like a river prawn out of water.
Grass!
What a tm—it hurts!
Which **** should kill a thousand knives, tell Mallos that pain can overcome hallucinations!
Let Lao Tzu know that I will definitely tear him apart with my bare hands!
Tear it alive!
Start with every hair!
Amidst the severe pain magnified countless times, Glover tremblingly held the clamp under his arm, letting it loosen a little.
The pain subsides.
It was only then that he realized that within a few seconds, he was already drenched in cold sweat.
Damn "Gardener" Patterson, **** Penalty Wing.
Damn it, Kui Gardener also said that this is a discretionary reduction after he adjusted it. If there is enough "Lost River Shrimp"...
Punishment wing, I tm remember you all!
But Glover didn't dare to think about it, and didn't have time to think about it.
"When I was young and passionate, and I spoke up for justice, the world didn't want to listen."
In the arena, the man in black looked at Rolf who had completely lost consciousness.
"When I rise up with a sword and threaten my voice, the world will not hear it."
He slowly stretched out his hand and covered Rolf's scarred neck:
"When I wake up and do what I like, the world has no heart to hear about it."
The man in black sighed deeply:
"Ability person, do you understand this kind of loneliness?"
However, in the next second, the man in black turned around quickly, and the long sword was unsheathed!
Ding! clang!
Amidst the sharp metallic sound, the man in black blocked a knife that came suddenly with a swing.
Blades meet and wrestle with each other.
"You can still move now," the man in black breathed naturally, "it's really not easy."
In front of him, Glover was panting heavily, all his strength was concentrated on the handle of the knife, but he couldn't break through the block of the man in black.
Damn it!
"Your hand is not stable, is it because you have an injury on your body, and you haven't healed yet?"
Glorver gritted his teeth, his facial features distorted.
It's not the injury that hurts!
It's damn...
Lost river shrimp!
The force of the end spread, numbing Glover's pain.
It also flooded his mind.
At that moment, the zombie's eyes gradually became blank, but his movements were not slow at all, and the blade turned along with the trend!
The man in black seemed to have sensed it, and with a flip of his hand, he flipped away Glover's deadly slash that came along the blade!
"Wait, you, I recognize you too," the man in black saw Glover's appearance, and said with a sneer, "In the wool merchant's house, is there a tough guy who has carried eight rounds?"
"Where is your other companion? The one who hid his strength at the beginning, but actually has exquisite swordsmanship and is familiar with the ten styles of the Legion?"
Fuck!
The power of the end surged, and the zombies ignored it and slashed with their knives!
Clang! clang!
The sound of metal clashing echoed back and forth.
The man in black drew out his sword calmly and unhurriedly, blocking Glover's attacks one after another.
Every swing of his sword, every step, and even every small movement of sinking his shoulders and turning his wrists was just right, there was no redundant move, no wasted move, no posture or effort that was ineffective.
In comparison, regardless of feints, oppression, ultimate moves, defense... Glover's every shot seems to be a little bit short, and the results fall short, which makes him feel miserable and depressed.
Besides swinging his sword, the man in black even had the strength to speak: "Yes, your foundation is solid, but you should use a sword instead of a knife at ordinary times, and it's Emperor Wind—oh, it's the 'Wind Knight' Glover Home swordsmanship?"
Glorver was taken aback.
"It's so strange, the moves are of the wind knight's lineage, but they are not agile and elegant, but fierce and fierce. Is it a half-way monk who practiced miscellaneous, not pure enough?"
Golover was taken aback for a moment, and immediately responded angrily:
"Practice your paralysis!"
The power of termination in his body erupted loudly, and the offensive resumed!
Clang! clang! clang!
But Glover swung his sword three times in a row, but was easily stopped by his opponent, and he was even more frightened when he returned in vain:
Strength, speed, agility, dexterity... nothing this guy surpasses me.
But why...
Why is he always able to defend, block and even dismantle my moves?
I thought it would be enough to survive the supernatural ability, but now it seems that this killer's swordsmanship is more subtle and stronger than he imagined.
And it is too strong.
"I see, the problem comes from your power of end," the man in black sneered, "heavy, closed, restrained, and boundless—not the glory of the stars, not the flawless iron wall, not the death of washing the sword, but Each has some of their characteristics, so it is—"
Golover doesn't want to listen to him talking condescendingly like a teacher pointing out students, his eyes are blank!
"This is for Teto!"
He roared, only attacking but not defending, and threw himself at the man in black!
Too impulsive, so desperate?
The man in black sneered, and the arc formed by the long sword was natural and ingenious, and with just one move, he deftly deflected Glover's head slash.
He was nimble and took a few steps back just right, barely avoiding the remaining offensive from Glover's pounce.
This offensive seems to be fierce and fierce, but it does not leave room for itself.
Once the momentum is over, it's time for this big brainless guy to be beaten...
Huh?
No!
At this moment, the man in black raised his head alertly!
Directly above him, a huge wooden signboard hanging from the roof of the warehouse was hanging precariously by the last rope.
This is—
The pupils of the man in black tightened.
Hey!
The next second, a chain sword whirled past, cutting the rope.
No.
The man in black caught a glimpse from the corner of his eye in surprise: Rolf didn't know when he woke up.
Puffing out of breath, the Wind Ghost stuffed the syringe back into his pocket, and in his other hand, the original chain sword had disappeared.
It's him.
The man in black instantly understood: it was this guy who cut the ropes of the signboard one by one when he was jumping around in the warehouse, leaving only the last one, ready to cut it at the critical moment...
As for the other guy...
The man in black's peripheral vision turned again - Glover was constantly castrating, struggling to roll away from him.
His desperate attack is just to force me to this position?
These steps, including the ability user with great leg skills pretending to fight the red viper, but actually forcing me to use the ability, could it be...
Planned in advance?
The man in black just figured it out in astonishment, when the huge wooden signboard crashed down, driven by the strange wind, it fell straight on top of the man in black!
"Boom!"
Amidst the deafening bang, the entire warehouse was filled with dust.
Rolf waved his hand to Glover, covered his mouth and nose, turned around and hugged Catherine, and jumped up.
On the other side, Glover also didn't stop. He hugged his head and face, knocked away two helpers who had just woken up and were still in doubt, and rushed to the back door of the warehouse with a kick!
Bang!
The back door was kicked open, and the sun and air rushed in.
Bright, fresh, warm.
Freedom.
Most of the people inside and outside the warehouse were either affected by supernatural powers and were intoxicated, or had just woken up and were in a daze.
"Quick!"
Under Glover's anxious urging, Rolf hugged Catherine, jumped out of the dark and dangerous warehouse on the prosthetic leg that was recharged with air pressure!
Successful.
Glorver punched a sentryman who stood up tremblingly, rushed out of the room, caught up with Rolf, and ran wildly.
But there is only one thing he wants to do now. ,
That is roaring to the sky:
Damn it, they broke out and escaped!
Grass **** "Lost River Shrimp"!
Glorver and Rolf looked at each other, and the speed did not slow down. They rushed to the escape route planned before they came here, and disappeared on the pier.
Wow!
In the warehouse, the huge signboard shattered from the middle, splitting into two halves.
The man in black held on to the sword and stood up slowly, just in time to see the two people's backs disappearing around a corner.
He said nothing, just turned around and disappeared into the shadows.
In the entire warehouse, from Nekla to Fogg, everyone just woke up like a dream at this time. They stood up with difficulty and looked at each other, as if they didn't know what happened.
————
————
"Then, that man in black, he didn't, didn't catch up. It's really, really strange, a miracle."
Glorver hid under a bridge pier, the machete touched the ground, and gasped hard.
On the other side, Rolf, who was almost exhausted, put Catherine down with difficulty, and sat down on the ground.
After rushing out of the warehouse, they turned around and ran for an unknown amount of time. They didn't take a break until they ran out of strength.
Rolf struggled to raise his right hand, gesturing:
【Thank you, sorry——】
But he hadn't finished his gesture before he finished his gesture. Golyver, who had just recovered some physical strength, threw away the machete and rushed up. He punch his face with a punch!
Boom!
Rolf fell to the ground, staring at the stars.
"Fuck!"
Glorver roared and patted his blood-stained chest:
"I don't know how many times I suffered from the big scene just now!"
He pointed angrily at the **** machete:
"Killed five or six people, covered in blood, and almost didn't survive - just for you and your old lover! You're a no-fuck!"
Rolf got up, trembling, gesticulating with difficulty.
[Yes, no——]
But Glover didn't even look at it, and punched him in the face again!
"Let me run away first, right? Hahaha, thank you so much, he's even more self-righteous than Brother Big Diao, talking to himself!"
Zombies are so angry that they curse:
"I run away first? Then in front of other people, I become the sinner, traitor, and coward who left my companions, right! I really want to break your leg-hand! I run away first , I run away, where can I run away from such a big warehouse! I run away, I run away—”
Rolfe panted and activated the ability, the wind blew up the fallen leaves, and they fell in front of Glover to form words:
【Sorry. 】
Glorver froze for a moment.
"I'm sorry, Mahler Gobi!"
He gritted his teeth:
"You deserve a cripple!"
Rolfe has been holding back his temper. Hearing this, he couldn't help but stare angrily, and gesture quickly:
[I apologize tm! Sorry! three times! three times! three times! You idiot who can't even find a way out! Do you want to fight again! 】
At this moment, a weak voice sounded.
"You guys, cough cough, who is it?"
Glorver and Rolf were startled.
Phantom Blade Catherine raised her head with difficulty, clutching her severed arm, her face showing pain.
Glorver snorted coldly, and whispered close to Rolf:
"When I go back, I will settle accounts with you!"
Rolf stepped on the prosthesis without showing any weakness, and responded with a metallic sound.
"Where are you, uh, going back?" Catherine closed her eyes, feeling pain again and again.
"It's none of your business, old lady," Glover wiped the dried blood on his face, without saying a word, "Just lie down and pretend to be dead."
Catherine smiled helplessly.
Seeing that Glover is hard to talk, she turned to Rolf:
"I need, I need a doctor, otherwise I can't live...you, you too."
Rolf looked at her silently with complicated eyes.
"Since you saved me—hiss—if I die from serious injuries, wouldn't it be in vain?" Catherine closed her eyes again, "Right."
Big Sister...
Rolf opened his mouth subconsciously, but he could only make a simple guttural sound: "Ah."
"Fine. You, what's your name?"
Rolf clenched his fists and shook his head.
Phantom Blade raised his head and tried to speak:
"Why don't you talk?"
Rolf swallowed, only feeling his chest tight.
The atmosphere under the pier fell silent.
"Don't bother him!"
Golover couldn't help humming:
"Can't you see? He tm doesn't want to talk to you!"
For a moment, Rolf was grateful to Glover.
Catherine turned pale and leaned back again.
"You will die too."
"Okay, we'll find a doctor for you, shut up now." Glover clapped his hands impatiently, and calculated the route to Kongming Palace from here.
"No, you don't understand."
Phantom Blade struggled to speak, and the voice was intermittent: "I have just met the steward of Kongming Palace, but when I turned around...Kevendil, I am afraid that I have made up my mind to get rid of me-hiss-wash, Shuffle the blood bottle to help."
Shuffle the blood bottle gang.
Glorver frowned upon hearing this, and subconsciously exchanged glances with Rolf, but after realizing that it was the other party, the two snorted in disdain, and both turned their heads.
"That is to say, your enemy is Kongming Palace?"
"It's one, the whole Emerald City, they're all enemies," Catherine breathed heavily, and Rolf scooped up some water for her and fed her carefully, "Once you show up, you'll die."
Glorver frowned.
That is to say, they cannot return to Kongming Palace.
It's not safe there anymore.
At least you can't just go back like this, otherwise you will only bring trouble to His Highness.
Damn it.
Thinking of this, Glover had to sigh.
"In Emerald City, is there any other place for you to stay? It's best to have a doctor, otherwise we can hold on, and you won't live long."
"Originally, yes. But since Kevin Dill abandoned me," Catherine closed her eyes and shook her head, gritted her teeth and moaned, "then I can't go—ahh."
"Then where else can you go?"
"Roger and Tarimi did not participate in the mutiny just now, and their territory is safe, for the time being."
"Yes, except for one thing: they are all dead!" Glover shook his head disdainfully.
"Yes."
Catherine rested for a while, then opened her eyes again, revealing a long-lost ferocity:
"In this case, there is only one, one place to go to in the entire Emerald City."
"Where?"
"You won't like it."
Hearing this, Glover and Rolf looked at each other, and immediately hummed again, turning their heads in disdain.
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An hour later.
"Huh? Who are you? Why are you holding a knife—hey, let me go, no, no, no ah ah ah ah!"
Boom!
Glorver impatiently knocked the deformed man with a tumor in front of him and yelling and screaming, kicked open the half-closed iron door, and walked down the stone steps with a knife in his hand.
Behind him, Rolf tried his best to hold Catherine who had passed out again, and walked into the narrow passage step by step.
Damn, who would live in this **** place? Forget it, no matter who it is...
Glorver panted heavily, gritted his teeth, and reminded the people in the passage:
"I just killed five, no, six people before I found this dark place!"
At this moment, his body is covered with wounds, blood and sweat, sticky and unpleasant, and his shoes are full of sewage from the sewer he just stepped on.
Especially when he knocked on the door for a long time but no one answered.
"Just to find a person, a person! To be honest, my patience is almost exhausted!"
Golover was too tired to talk at first, and negotiating with people is not his specialty, but don't forget...
There are two people behind him, one is seriously injured and the other is pure mute.
Fuck!
Thinking of this, Glover cursed in his heart.
He is really unlucky today!
"Stop! This abandoned sewer was given to us by the boss Roger of the Blood Bottle Gang!"
A short, fat man in a long robe who seemed to be the leader came up to him, nervously looking at the machete in his hand, which was obviously used by a gang: "No matter who you are, for the sake of 'dung egg' Roger on..."
"Roger is tm dead!"
Glorver said impatiently:
"Two hours ago, I was stabbed through the stomach with a knife, and the breakfast flowed out!"
The short and fat man was startled when he heard this, and the people around him whispered in panic.
Sure enough, if you don't speak like this, no one will understand you.
Golover snorted coldly and raised his machete:
"So, now you better get to know each other—"
But in just a second, Glover's knife stopped.
Glorver's eyes widened, and the rest of his words were choked in his mouth ~IndoMTL.com~ unable to speak.
Huh?
At this moment, he realized that the tip of his knife was pointing at a poorly dressed young man with an ignorant expression.
Huh?
The other party also stared at him dumbfounded, his lips twitching.
One second later.
"Hall—" Glover said in surprise.
"Brother—" the boy subconsciously said.
Hearing each other's words, the two of them suddenly remembered something, their faces changed, and they stopped talking at the same time!
"Wyah!"
At that moment, Thales Canxing and Jia Lun Glover, facing each other, said in unison:
"My name is Wyah!"