Edge of the Apocalypse Chapter 1351: Bleeding Night (1)

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"Master Xiu Te expressed his position so quickly that he didn't want to get some results as soon as possible to please the emperor. But the president, you have to think about it yourself. Once you start this kind of thing, there is no way back. In the past, our black heart was in the great wasteland. Although our back and the support of Dubia, we are at least neutral on the surface. Some things are easy to talk about as long as you don’t tear your skin. Now once you lose this surface neutrality Position, that means that we can no longer avoid many problems as easily as we used to. This is not only tied to a chariot with Dobia, but also advances and retreats with the current wasteland co-owner."

Meldy stopped the car altogether and looked at his union president solemnly.

The gentle smile on the man’s face remained the same. He glanced out of the window and said: "My dear Merdy, everything is constantly changing, and our position cannot remain the same forever. The Dark King The arrival of the adult itself means that the pattern of the wasteland will have a major change. Believe me, if we do not choose a clear stand. Next, it will be lucky to be driven out of the wasteland by this adult. So in this matter, unless Mr. Shute can leave a retreat for our union in Dobia. Otherwise, even if Shute does not agree, I have to make my own claim."

Meldy glanced at the man in the carriage and hummed: "Since you have already decided, why don't you tell me the answer, then I can just agree to it."

"That won't work either. The promise is too easy, but it seems that we are worthless." The man smiled softly.

Meldy rolled his eyes: "Then you mean, I will postpone it until tomorrow night before giving someone an answer."

"That's even worse, it will leave the impression of hesitation on that adult."

"This is not okay, that is not okay, then when will you reply?"

"Don’t be angry, dear Meldy. Before noon tomorrow, you can bring the answer and the address of the Shadow Army branch. As for our remuneration, don’t rush to make a price, but you can’t give that adult. Our ambitions are too ambitious. So it's up to you to adapt to your circumstances, Meldy." The man smiled like a fox.

Unfortunately, there is no such animal on Agareth, so Merdy just said cruelly: "You are so troublesome!"

At noon the next day, Meldy sent the answers and news Allen wanted. As for Darkheart's failure to make the offer right away, Alan was not in a hurry to have them showdown, and agreed without moving. The calmer he was, the more Meldy felt that Alan was unfathomable.

After Meldy left, Allen called Laura and told the information of the Shadow Army branch, and then said: "Since the Shadow Nation is the first to do it, then we have to pay them back. A big gift, this is called hospitality. The Dark Heart has already obtained the specific address for us. The next question is, who will knock this branch."

"I'm not going." Hubble shook his head: "I'm not interested in assassins or anything. It's not fun to beat up a soft guy."

Belmod is not as picky as he is, smiling and saying: "Count me one."

"I'll go too." Bai continued.

Lola rubbed the boy's head: "You probably wouldn't be relieved without me looking at him." This was actually to Allen. In the end, Tracey was about to make a statement, but Ellen gave her another task: "You go to Zassona and tell him someone, and you are not afraid to tell him clearly. This action is for the Shadow Army."

Trisili nodded and said: "You are trying to force him to express his attitude."

"Does he still want to remain neutral?" Allen said indifferently: "This is not only to tell Zasso, but also to convey the meaning of Kaijiaxi and the others. There is no such thing as neutrality in the wasteland. Very much. Soon we will leave this place. The wasteland will be our rear position in the future. The combat units produced by Mitinas in the future will be assembled here, and then transported to the battlefield designated by me as needed. So if there is anything now It’s better to solve the problem as soon as possible. I don’t want to save it later to worry about the fire in the backyard."

"I see, Master." Trisley left without a word.

"The time for the action is tonight, Belmode, you go to watch them first. The others do not matter, but the head of the branch, I want him to go nowhere."

Belmod looked up at Alan and saw the murderous intent in the opponent's eyes, so he replaced the answer with action, and disappeared directly into the room. Allen glanced out the window and murmured: "It's time to see Gris."

One afternoon passed quickly.

Molo, the leader of the Shadow Army branch in the wasteland, is wiping a gorgeous dagger. This dagger was rewarded by Lamer himself after he had won first-class combat exploits. After taking over the dagger, he became the leader of the Wasteland Division and lived here for twenty years. Twenty years, the original ambitious man became a mediocre equipment shop owner. If it hadn't been for the sudden appearance of the human named Allen this time, Moro might not have been hideous.

But the appearance of this wasteland co-owner made Moro see his military merits. He has been working in the wasteland for so long, and he has long seen the thoughts of the above from the various tasks sent down in the past. Whether it is Lamer or the supreme in the shadow castle, he does not want to see a unified situation in the wasteland. So after the human appeared, he even launched an attack on his own terms. In that operation, the Wasteland Division suffered heavy losses, losing ten A-level assassins in one breath, and even the only double-A-level master was said to have died. But just as Moro predicted, instead of being punished, Lamer praised him greatly.

This made Moro's dusty heart come alive again, and Lamer asked him to closely monitor every move in the wasteland. At the same time, the big boss of the Shadow Army decided to lead a team of elites to the wasteland, and must let that human die on the wasteland. Lamer even promised that after this matter was over, Moro could be transferred from the wasteland.

Just thinking of this, Moro's eyes were full of smiles.

"My lord, it's so bad that you can laugh." The assistant next to me murmured, "Don't we worry about when Lord Lamer will arrive, or we have to move around. We won't be caught by the dark king. , Maybe people are now trying to find us revenge."

The assistant who didn't know what he said said again: "You see all the people we can get on the stage are dead, and it's hard to even get news."

"Do you mean to blame me?" Moro said with a weird yin and yang, and sneered again: "Look at your courage, you are so powerful as the dark king. He just arrived in the wasteland not long ago, so fast Have you dug up our news?"

There was a noise outside the window. Moro rolled his eyes and kicked his assistant: "Go and close the window. Those **** are itchy if they don't fight a day, but they make me uncomfortable. Wait for me someday. I left, I must kill these **** before I leave!"

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