Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 204: Big event

"Oh! This is really cruel! The blood is pouring, it must be very painful... But even if the opponent is severely injured, Brother Ba Li is not in a hurry. Pacing 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 Now, it looks too painful...Ah! Turn around and do it 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, I will not bleed too much... …That’s right, 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, no matter how rich the bonus is, you have to live to enjoy it first!"

The sun was sinking and the sky was full of sunset. There were dozens of one-on-one duels in the arena. They were dizzying and shouted happily, until people lit the lights and lit the torches in the arena, and when the entire arena was illuminated like daylight, the finalists would finally decide the final eight.

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 whole audience, even the lights are shaking! You can see that people love Ba Lige, they call him 'Barren Mountain Torrent', because there must be no fighting without him. It will be boring!"

The messengers specially recruited for the 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, more, bigger and more vague messages came from outside the venue. Cheers (or boos), and farther away in the city, someone even set off fireworks, lighting up the dark night sky.

"Brother Ba Li, there are real things under his hands." 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, slightly nod.

"His habits on the battlefield can't be changed, so he's seen blood," Morgan beside him lowered his head and lit his pipe, agreeing softly, "It's not something until the quarterfinals, but... hmph, with this ability It's not good to do something, I have to come to show."

"Hey, everyone has their own aspirations," D.D lay down on the low rail next to him, rustlingly recording something, "If I were to suffer from a severed head and a bleeding body, I would definitely rather accept it in the arena and in the venue. Flowers and cheers."

Morgan snorted in disdain, turned and walked away.

The host's amplified voice sounded again, overshadowing their whispers:

"There are more than one hundred players who will pass the preliminary test in this election, including many popular players who have been famous for a long time. The unpopular and powerful players who have never been heard of before, became a blockbuster! This is a grand occasion that has not been seen in many years! Finally, they have gone 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 the Terrorblade came back to life... Oh oh Wyah, wait a minute, yes, it's you, True Wyer, take a breath," D.D put away the pen and paper, and held the full Huai Ya, who was sweating profusely and panting, "What did you find? A 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, helped justice with a big sword in one hand, and punished Xiaoxiao with a flying knife in the backhand! His skills came from his career as a mercenary and adventurer It is said that he has traveled thousands of miles and seen hundreds of cities before finally deciding to settle down in our beautiful Emerald City. In the new suburbs, he will fight for justice and be admired by everyone! Within a hundred steps, the villains disappeared, Where the ranger is, the citizens are safe and sound! Everyone, this is one of the eight finalists in this election: the hundred-step ranger!"

Among 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," Wyatt thought of something, took out his portable notebook, and snatched it away. "Lend me my pen, my own is broken, while my memory is still fresh..."

"Wait, I'm still using—"

D.D didn't have time to protest when he heard Huai Ya muttering:

"Slimani, he passed the official public examination and qualification review 20 years ago, and became an official security officer. He has a good reputation in the department and is helpful. His colleagues praised him as a 'vigilant Hall a pen' and 'reporting expert'..."

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 Royal Highness is in need of manpower!"

Glorver 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 sheet calmly, and turned to Wyah: "And then? Continue talking, what happened to Slimani?"

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

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

"Resign? Why?"

Not far from the opposite side, the sergeants of the Emerald Legion have been staring vigilantly at this big man of the Star Lake Guards—until they are stared back by the fierce Glover, refusing to turn an inch.

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

Several people eat together.

"Old Kong!"

Doyle, who was reading his notes on the cat's head, trembled again, he couldn't bear it anymore: "Don't you walk with a sound!"

"You are too focused on writing."

Kongmutuo guard raised his eyebrows, but he was taken aback immediately:

"Hey, Master Ka Suo is writing something serious 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:

"The handsome and nimble swordsman Levan Jabari used to be the main performer of an acrobatic troupe in Tyrann, until an old knight discovered his talent in weapons and switched to swinging swords. Winning championships all over the place, he is out of control! Known as the "Free Sword Dancer", he was light and flexible in the battle before the quarterfinals. Every lady is crazy about it! God, if the election will be a vote to determine the champion, then everyone, 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 welcomed a large number of flowers and coins.

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

"No wonder, I think his odds have fluctuated a little... 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..."

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

Wyah 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. The kind of old fritters who can't find mistakes in doing things, can't be guilty of black and white, even if the entire security hall is taken away, and all the superiors and subordinates squat in, he can get away with nothing..."

Kong Muto 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 have been Sri Lanka. Manny can't get along anymore, can't he just resign?"

Wyah pondered while wondering:

"How do you know?"

Hearing this, Kongmuto’s face collapsed. 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 in unison.

"Mira!"

D.D put away his notes subconsciously, and he breathed a sigh of relief after seeing who came:

"You scared me!"

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

Kong Muto nodded:

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

"'Snow Beast' Denver Boo!"

Host's voice increased inappropriately:

"Look! This is a ferocious beast that you absolutely don't want to see during your travels! It comes from outside the defense line of Quigul Glacier, north of the ancient "last line of defense of mankind", from the brutal and terrifying northern land where a child drank blood, lived in the wind and slept in the open. Human! He eats food for eight people in one meal, and can cut a **** two people tall with one axe! Roaring is his only language, madness is his only character, and cruelty is his greatest belief! His players should 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 thud, pounding his chest and roaring, 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 carry Bring two hundred barrels of eternal oil and five hundred carts of firewood, and burn them 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 for carrying close to your body. ..."

"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 hands on his hips: "Didn't your father teach you not to approach people from behind!"

"No, because it's not necessary," Paul Bozdorf responded calmly, "In Xihuang, 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, "Is that right?"

Wyer's eyes light up:

"Master Bozdorf, have you noticed that too?"

Paul shook his head:

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

Miranda's eyes moved:

"Ten years ago?"

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

Glorver's eyebrows moved:

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

Paul stretched out his thumb and pointed back: "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 Heroes of Soul Castle."

"Moved from the West Wilderness to the South Bank?" Kong Mutuo tutted, "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, bluffing and defrauding the rich."

D.D's eyes lit up: "So?"

"So I patiently listened to him finish counting 'his' family tree, pretending not to know that he had mispronounced my grandfather's name," Paul said indifferently, "then we chatted, he wanted to share the local information he knew Pour it to me like beans, including the police officer Kaguire who was guarding the gate in the Emerald City Prison a long time ago. He eats cards and cheats. Him."

Wyah's eyes moved:

"But Kaguire was 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?"

Wyah couldn't believe it: "The topic? Isn't it——"

"Oh, after that he drank too much and said drunkly that he had an 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 was full of regret and full of regret. He looked at me expectantly, and asked if I had any spare money." Paul was expressionless.

"And then?" D.D looked at Paul expectantly.

"Then I sent him home."

Huiya was startled: "Go home?"

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

Alive?

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, 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 all of them are ironic: his opponent in the first battle had a problem at the shoulder armor connection, and his opponent in the second battle had a problem. The opponent's feet were stunned, and 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 before the battle, and Bischoff had a bye to advance. Unexpectedly reached the final eight! In view of this, the audience has already given him the nickname: 'Sword of Destiny'!"

Following the introduction, the black-armored warrior took two steps forward, clumsily raising his hand and waving his hand, 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 also has problems, to balance the odds..." Kong Mutuo shook his head again and again.

"Someone—someone with money and power—wanted him into the quarterfinals, so he bribed his opponents, including the one who retired." 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' It’s only because of an accident that it’s so obvious.”

"This Bischoff," Miranda said suddenly, "I watched his battles, the rhythm is not simple."

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

Miranda's eyes are clear: "He has two skills, not just because of being funny and good luck."

Everyone has a meal together.

Glorver frowned: "Really?"

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

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

"Oops, it's in the middle of the game! The dealer takes everything!"

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

"Of course, audience! The next one is the biggest favorite in 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 is standing on the stage and roaring:

"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 repeated achievements in battle. With an iron shield in his hand, he was strong and powerful, and thousands of troops took over the enemy's chieftain, a nightmare of a battlefield where mountains of corpses and seas of blood broke through the enemy's camp! It is said that "Tianhui Talal" of the Humble Dynasty once summoned him and personally bestowed his name——' 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! In the previous battle, his opponent There were many casualties, blood flowed all over the ground, it was really 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, **** it, this guy is a beast."

"I don't like the look in his eyes." Morgan stared at the equally vicious 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 to death," Paul frowned, "There is no need for him to fight in close quarters."

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

"Let's get 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, but 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 resumes 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.

Glorver is 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 class, and everyone would not 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 turned into a fur business. Orders and customers kept coming...why are you looking at me? "

"Your Excellency Pioneer Officer, how did you know?" After a few seconds, Wyah asked everyone's doubts.

Glorver subconsciously turned his head to avoid everyone's gaze: "Oh, I just watched for three hours, and nothing happened, so I was thinking about Wyatt's notes during the shift break, so I pulled the dumb and went out to the stall Walking around the Erye Market, 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 stalls?" Paul couldn't believe it.

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

"Be normal!"

Miranda criticized the others harshly, and then turned around, unbelievable: "Glorver, you just said, just met?"

Facing so many strange eyes, Glover was embarrassed:

"Well, 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 be impatient, everyone, the **** battle between the top eight will start immediately after the team competition! That's right, the most chaotic, bloody, and unexpected multiplayer team battle! As far as I know, the final At least five of the top eight 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? Ten battles, ten victories, no one can resist, how about winning the individual and team competitions at the same time?"

In the tsunami of mountains and tsunami, more players came to the field, and many of them were eliminated in single-player duels before.

"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!"

This side, Miranda crossed her arms:

"Want to know something else?"

She beckoned for everyone in the guards to come over, 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 didn't I know?" Hearing the familiar words, Nexi, who was standing guard at the side, immediately pricked up his ears.

Everyone was dissatisfied with his interruption, and turned their heads in displeasure.

"Have you graduated yet?" Glover snorted coldly.

Neixi's expression changed.

"Are you a seed?" Huai Ya asked helplessly.

Neixi's eyelids twitched.

"Are you the chief?" Konmuto sighed.

The corner of Nexi's mouth twitched.

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

Neixi trembled all over!

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

Neshi was taken aback for a moment.

Boom!

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

On the other side, Nexi was unharmed, but she was also out of her mind, staggering and crouching 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 in an instant, opened the book, picked up the pen, and 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 the Emerald City knew his true face." , but he fought a decisive battle with the Black Street Brotherhood, and finally died in the capital—guess, how many years ago?"

Everyone changed color in unison.

"Could it be..."

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

"Damn it, you scared me again, walking silently—" D.D, who was studying the betting slip in his hand, jumped suddenly, and immediately reacted with a smile on his face, "Oh, it's the flag bearer! This subordinate is here I've been waiting for you here for a long time..."

Hugo Fubi stood behind everyone with a gloomy expression.

Everyone knows that when the Terrorblade is not there, the 'ghost' and 'gardener' are the highest level of existence.

"To be exact, it was eleven years ago when Fubi was in charge of 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 someone else?"

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 just listened to some of your discussions, so..."

I saw him take a deep breath:

"During the Bloody Year, the wine merchant Dagory Moss 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 business reaches the capital of the king..."

Hugo glanced at everyone:

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

Miranda was surprised: "It was 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 everyone else one by one, incredible :

"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 Wyatt, who had a face full of reason, and the notes 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 note.

"Eleven or ten years ago," Glover said in a low voice, "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 pondered.

Everyone is 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 rather guess," the flag officer sighed, "but this matter involves..."

Hugo looked around cautiously, but hesitated to speak.

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

Miranda panicked: "But the flag 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 knew, but he refused to tell." Paul pondered.

"What is he worried about?" Wyah asked doubtfully.

"I want to know too." Miranda pursed her lips.

"The great event that happened eleven years ago..."

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

"Hey, it's not easy——"

After speaking, 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 had a big cloth bag on his body. When he heard the words, he stopped, and when he looked up and saw D.D, he immediately smiled:

"You are Mr. Wyatt 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 group of people behind him drop sharply.

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

However...

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

Zabi is excited:

"One more? 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. Huaiya?"

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.

"Alright, let's bet on Bischoff!"

Zabi took the betting slip and coins, smiling 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. Some roared and jumped into the crowd, and after a while, some people were bleeding.

The shouts from the stands around the arena were unprecedented and deafening. The night sky was dotted with fireworks and colorful, making it a bustling and bustling scene.

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

It was cold and desolate.

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

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

"Ahem, brother, let me ask you one more thing: Did something important happen in Emerald City eleven or twelve years ago?"

"Huh? Big event?"

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

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

Doyle hooked the corner of his mouth stiffly.

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

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

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

The air pressure is lower behind you.

"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 on the railing with a deep expression: "10th anniversary? Celebration? What are you commemorating?"

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

"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 chaotic party, 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?"

Wyer asked: "Why are 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 bearer clearly know about it, but keep it secret?"

No one answered.

Kong Mutuo looked pale, looking around carefully.

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

Paul frowned and remained silent.

Glorver'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 had never been so smooth, "Of course there is something wrong with the succession of the Duke of South Bank, and these dead are all People in the know, that's why they got promoted, and some changed careers, until they were liquidated and wiped out—"

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

Isn't it?

Duke succession, succession...

"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 group 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 on! Fight! Fight! Burn! Shine! Warriors! The sunset is with you!"

The host yelled frantically:

"Fight hard to the death, spill blood on the earth, let's choose the general!"

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

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

On the contrary, hundreds of thousands of Emerald Legion soldiers filled every sentry post, guarding every exit, keeping an eye on every stand, and blocking every road around the Star Lake Guards. , watertight.

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

Wyah 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".

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 full of murderous looks and armed, guarding the most noble stand faintly.

On it, the man they are loyal to - the young and vigorous Guardian Duke of the South Bank, Jann Cavendir sits peacefully.

Knowledge... silence...

Wyer's breathing accelerated.

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..."

Wyah spoke with difficulty:

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

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

Everyone shuddered and dared not move.

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

"My God, why do I have to talk too much to ask," 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 it!"

"Does Your Highness know about the Palace of Thales?" Huai Ya raised his head stiffly.

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

Glorver didn't speak, he quietly looked sideways, observing the entrance and exit of the arena, but the more he looked, the heavier his heart became.

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

"That's even more dangerous."

Miranda shook his 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 arouse suspicion."

"Everyone, I want to say something, don't panic after listening..."

"So what?"

"I'm going to send a password..."

"Notify the flag officer first..."

"Everyone..."

"The flag officer must be on the move!"

"Calm down, leave one by one..."

"Um, everyone?"

"What about Your Highness?"

"He brought a weapon, a vigilante, and his usual dagger..."

"What? Do you want him to come out with a sword?"

"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 is wrong."

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

Everyone looked at each other in surprise and fear.

"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 quickly, "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 move called 'lock formation', 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 was not until several seconds later ~IndoMTL.com~ that Miranda looked at the chaotic fighting in the audience and slowly recovered:

"What, what?"

"I know, I told myself many times that he was dead, there was no way out... But, but there was always a voice telling me that it wasn't that easy for him... Oops, I swear, that was absolutely 'forbidden' just now Guard style'!" D.D's voice was distorted.

"D.D..." Glover said with difficulty.

"How is that possible?" Wyah couldn't believe it.

"Yes, it's very unlikely, but I swear that kind of technique, that kind of skill - that's him."

D.D swallowed desperately, he looked at the swords and swords in the arena, his face was ashen:

"Lausanne II, he is still alive."

"Just mix in these melee people."

"Now."