Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 204: Events

"Oh! It's 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. Pacing slowly, approaching the opponent in a circle... Oh! This defense is beautiful, Brother Ba Li returns without success... Wait! Brother Ba Li just lured the enemy, now it's... Ouch! I don't want to suffer This time, it looks too painful... ah! Turn around again! Gentlemen remember to cover the eyes of the female companions, this scene is not suitable for sleeping... Still not surrender, if I do, so as not to bleed too much... ...that's right, that's right! The opponent dropped the weapon, and he raised his hand to admit defeat! The battle is over! The magistrate, the doctor, and the stretcher team rushed in... Helpless, perhaps unwilling, slightly desperate, but 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 sunset was shining. There were dozens of one-on-one single-player duels in the arena. Even the loud-sounding hosts on the stage were replaced. The eyes are dizzying, and people are addicted to it, until people light up the lights, and the torches are lit in the field, and the whole arena is illuminated as bright as day, and the selection will finally decide the final top eight.

In the field, the soldiers illuminated by the inextinguishable lights raised their spears and shields, and roared in the sky.

"Everyone, the winner of this duel, that is, the last person in the top eight, is the barren mountain warrior Azai Yin Juyongba Li brother from the other side of the sea!"

The host's voice was conveyed to all places in the arena through a special sounding tube and also relying on the ring layout of the arena, arousing enthusiastic cheers from the audience.

"Listen to the cheers of the audience, even the lights are shaking! You can see that people love Brother Ba Li to death, they call him Barren Mountain Rapids, because the battle with him will definitely not be boring !”

The messengers specially recruited for the election will rush back and forth between the stands and even inside and outside the venue, passing on information such as the battle situation, ranking, and matches. There were cheers or boos, and some people even set off fireworks farther in the city, lighting up the dark night sky.

"Brother Ba Li, there is something real in his hands." Standing in the aisle below the Duke's stand, holding a pen and paper, he looked at the blood-soaked barren mountain man holding a spear and roaring filial piety. nod.

"He couldn't change his habits on the battlefield, so he saw blood," Morgan, who was beside him, lowered his head and lit his pipe, softly agreeing, "When you reach the quarterfinals, it's something, but... hum, I have the ability. It's not good to do something, you have to come to show off."

"Hey, everyone has their own aspirations." Lying on the low rail next to him, he rustled and recorded something, "If I were to be decapitated and shed blood without being wrapped in bodies, I would definitely rather receive flowers in the ring and at the venue. and cheers."

Morgan hummed in disdain and turned away.

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

"There are more than 100 players who will pass the preliminary test in this selection, including many popular players who have been famous for a long time. Naturally, they are popular. Of course, young and vigorous rookies are also indispensable. The unknown and unpopular strong players have made a blockbuster! This is a grand event that has not been seen in many years! Finally, they have gone through layers of fighting, breaking through obstacles, and deciding the final eight!"

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

Squinting, watching the players intently and taking notes.

"Found it!"

The voice behind him startled Doyin, and he almost dropped the pen and paper, and he was relieved when he saw who was coming.

"Scared me to death and thought the Terrorblade was alive... oh oh wyah, wait a minute, yes, it's you, real Wyah, take a breath," put away the pen and paper, holding his head Sweaty, breathless Wyah, "What did you find? A betting point for a rake offer?"

Wyar was taken aback.

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

"First of all, Kong Geyou, a hundred-step ranger who was selected by the New Suburban Police Department and the Night Workers' Guild, upholds justice with a big sword and punishes Xiao Xiao with a backhand flying knife! His skills are trained from his career as a mercenary and an 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. , the citizens are safe! Ladies and gentlemen, this is one of the top eight in this election: the Hundred-Step Ranger!"

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

"What bets... No, I mean, I just found a few city hall clerks, and a few chambers of commerce secretaries, using my father's name to coerce and lure..."

"What? Coercion? You?" Somewhat surprised.

"I know, and I don't want to, but in this situation, I have probably figured out the resume of the defense attorney. One thing is worth noting," Wyah remembered something, took out his notebook, and grabbed it with a hand. " Lend me the pen, my own is broken, while my memory is still clear..."

"Wait, I'm still using it"

Before protesting, I heard Wyya muttering:

"Slimani, he passed the official public service examination and qualification examination 20 years ago and became a formal security officer. He has a good reputation in the department and is helpful. His colleagues praised him as a security officer. A pen and report specialist..."

Doyle felt that the name sounded familiar and scratched his ears.

"Not surprising." A deep and heavy voice came from behind, and Doyle shuddered in fright.

"Zombie! Scared me! I thought..."

Turn around and say righteously:

"Where have you been? You know, we are at a very critical moment, and His Royal Highness is in need of manpower!"

Glover had just returned from the sidelines, holding his bandaged arm and squinting at the note in his hand:

"You mean the people who calculate the odds and place the bets?"

"Ahem, this is not the time to talk about this," calmly closed the note and odds sheet, turning to Wyah: "And then? Go on, what happened to Slimani?"

Wiya didn't pay attention to this little episode, and he returned the pen after recording it in a hurry, and the latter started to scribble on the odds sheet again:

"Nine years! Nine years ago, at the most critical moment in the accumulation of seniority and promotion, Slimani suddenly resigned as a security officer and changed his career as a defense attorney!"

"Resign? Why?"

Not far from the opposite side, the sergeants of the Emerald Legion have been vigilantly staring at the big man of the Star Lake Guard here until they are stared back by the fierce Glover, who can't let go.

"Because he's in trouble." Another voice came from behind.

Several people eat together.

"Old Kong!"

Doyle, who was looking at the notes on the cat's head, shivered again. He couldn't bear it any longer: "Do you all walk without making a sound!"

"You're too focused on your writing."

Guardian Kongmuto raised his eyebrows, but he was taken aback for a moment:

"Hey, Master Caso is writing business with the notebook, but what are you doing with the notebook..."

Swallowed, fortunately, the host's words sounded again, overshadowing them:

"Leven Jabari, a handsome and agile swordsman, used to be the main performer of an acrobatic troupe in Tyron until an old knight discovered his talent in weapons and switched to wielding swords. Winning the championship is out of control! Known as the free sword dancer, he was light and agile in the battle before the quarter-finals, walking in the courtyard, his posture fluttering like a fairy, walking between the close victory and defeat, letting everyone Ladies are crazy! God, if the election is going to be a vote for the winner, then we can call it over now, folks!"

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

"Oh, it's this guy dressed like a peacock. He has a problem." Seeing this, he looked at his notes. "In at least two battles, his opponents were obviously good. But he always does some pompous and pretentious actions, and then loses to him in a strange way, and just loses in the last few strokes, creating a situation where this guy perseveres, fights to the end, and finally turns defeat into victory."

"No wonder, I think his odds have changed a bit... tsk tsk, I guess some people will lose miserably." Conmutuo was stunned.

"It doesn't matter, my stepmother said that money flows," raised the pen and laughed, "If someone loses, it means that someone must make a profit..."

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

Wiya squeezed in front of them with a serious face.

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

"In fact, it's not Slimani, but his old boss, and I'm guessing it's Jeff Rene who died in the backstage as well as the umbrella. Rene was originally a vigilante chief, an old fritter who couldn't slip You can't find faults in doing things, you can't be offended by both black and white, even if the entire security hall is taken over, and the boss and subordinates all squat in without falling, he can get away with nothing..."

Conmutto smiled mysteriously:

"Until ten years ago, Rene was removed from the hat of the canal district police chief and reduced to a first-class police officer. Later, he was found out for corruption and bribery... Hey, if he fell, it must be Sri Manny can't get along anymore, doesn't he have to resign?"

Wiya pondered and wondered:

"How did you know?"

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

"I went to find an acquaintance at the local police station and lent him a lot of money to bet..."

A pat on the thigh, regretful:

"Oops! Why would you lend him money if you have money!"

"Ten years ago?" A female voice suddenly sounded.

Everyone turned around.

"Mira!"

Subconsciously put away the notes and let out a sigh of relief after seeing who is coming:

"You scared me!"

But Miranda ignored it and asked, "Guard Conmuter, you said that Rene lost his post ten years ago?"

Conmutto nodded:

"Precisely, um, it's not exact, it is rumors in the vigilante hall that Rene was sacked by a political enemy..."

"Snow Beast Denver Cloth!"

The host's voice rises untimely:

"Look! This is a beast that you absolutely don't want to see on your journey! It comes from outside the Quegour Glacier defense line, north of the ancient "human last line of defense". Local man! He has to eat eight people's food in one meal, and with one ax, he can cut through a **** as tall as two people! Roaring is his only language, madness is his only character, and cruelty is his greatest belief! Players on him have to be careful, and guests who bet on him will be happy!"

A giant man with a dirty body appeared in the center of the arena, threw a double-sided axe with a thud under the illumination of the lights, beating his chest and yelling, causing exclamations in the audience.

"Another bragging," Miranda couldn't help chuckling, "except for the Orcs and the Glacier Watch trained by Fort End, no one can survive north of Thirty-Eight Watches unless you bring them with you. Two hundred barrels of eternal oil and five hundred trucks of firewood are burned every day for warmth.”

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and the eyes of the giant man became more and more strange.

"Also," Miranda shook her head, "the further north you go, the smaller the size of the axe becomes, and the size of the weapon is more and more suitable for being carried around the body. When the thirty-eight outposts are covered with snow and dripping into ice... …”

"That's it," his eyes lit up and he reopened the note taking, "I see, thanks."

"It's called hunting." A voice came from behind his shoulders.

"What a fool!"

Doyle turned his head and roared on his hips: "Didn't your father teach you not to approach people from behind!"

"No, because it's not necessary," Paul Bozdoff replied, "In the Western Wilderness, people who don't even know who is approaching behind them can't survive."

Choke.

"So, ten years ago, Rene resigned, and nine years ago, Slimani resigned," Paul turned to Wyah and the others, "right?"

Wyah's eyes lit up:

"Master Bozdorf, have you noticed that too?"

Paul shook his head:

"Please, I'm not a young master. Also, I just found out a little bit of information about this morning's deceased, and our old friend, the Caqueret-level vigilante: Guess, when did he start? 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, eleven years ago."

Glover brows:

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

Paul stretched his thumb and looked back: "In a certain stand, there is a noble boy whose ancestors are said to be from the branch of the Bozdorf family and who immigrated to the local area from Soul Castle."

"From the west to the south bank?" Kong Mutuo said, "How long does this branch have to be?"

"It's so far, so far that I think he's just a liar who wants to sneak into the upper class while the election is going to make a big buck."

Bright eyes: "So?"

"So I patiently listened to him count his family tree, pretending he didn't know he mispronounced my grandfather's name," Paul said indifferently, "and then we chatted, he wanted to put all the local information he knew into Give it to me like beans, including that Caquere police officer who was guarding the gate of the Emerald City prison a long time ago, taking cards and cheating, and all the liars and robbers who squatted in it hated him. "

Wya's eyes moved:

"But Caquere was eleven years ago..."

Can wave his hand to interrupt him: "Hey, don't interrupt, get back to the point, what about the liar who pretended to be your family?"

Wya couldn't believe it: "On the topic? Isn't it"

"Oh, after that, he drank too much, and said drunkenly that he had an inside story and knew who was the default champion, so he was going to bet to make a fortune, but when he touched it, he found that he had lost his wallet. Looking at me expectantly and asking if I have any spare money." Paul's face was expressionless.

"And then?" Looking at Paul expectantly.

"Then I took him home."

Wiya was surprised: "Go home?"

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

Alive?

Everyone looked at each other in dismay, but sighed in disappointment.

"So, Paul," closed the notebook and said solemnly, "Do you have any spare money?"

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

"Tatebisov! The black-armored foot soldier from the Maple Point Coast has won many battles, but it's all ironic: his opponent in the first battle had a problem in the joint of the shoulder armor, and his opponent in the second battle was victorious. In the third round, it was Bischoff's turn to fall, but he broke his opponent's thigh by mistake! In the fourth round of the knockout round, the master who returned from the end tower was about to retire, and Bischoff advanced through a bye. Cold into the final eight! In view of this, the audience has given him the nickname: The Sword of Destiny!"

Following the introduction, the black armored soldier took two steps forward and waved his hand awkwardly, but there were only a few people in the stands, but there was a lot of laughter.

"The opponent is about to retire from the game... Well, I'm afraid there is something wrong with this guy, to balance the odds..." Conmutuo shook his head again and again.

"Someone with money and power wanted him to enter the quarterfinals, so he bought off his opponents, including the one who retired." Paul said gloomily.

"Isn't that manipulation too obvious?" Wyah frowned.

"Oh, no, no, you don't understand this... The way of the door here, it should be the only one who quit the competition who didn't get paid," Doyin frowned, "so he was forced to retire, It's so obvious when something goes wrong."

"This Bischoff," Miranda said suddenly, "I saw his fight, and the rhythm was very difficult."

Pricked ears: "Rhythm? What do you mean?"

Miranda's eyes are clear: "He has two strokes, and it's not just funny and good luck."

Everyone has a meal.

Glover frowned: "Really?"

"You mean... so many previous games, he looked clumsy and funny, and he was pretending?"

His face changed slightly, he looked around, felt the atmosphere in the stands, and instantly understood:

"Oops, it's on the plate! The dealer takes it all!"

The next second, Doyle grabbed the betting slip and tried to change it.

"Of course, everyone! Next is the biggest favorite in this election! The most terrifying existence in the quarterfinals!" The voice resounded again in the arena.

A man walked out of the tent covered in blood, to the cheers of the crowd.

"Azai Yin Juyong Ba Li!"

In the arena, the host was standing on the stage and roaring:

"As a barren warrior from the Humble Dynasty who came to the meeting, he was originally a valiant warrior who was one to ten and made many achievements on the battlefield. , the one-handed iron shield is strong and strong, the battlefield nightmare of thousands of troops taking the enemy chiefs, and the dead mountains and blood seas breaking the enemy camp! It is said that Tianhui Talar of the Humble Dynasty once summoned him and personally gave him the name of Juyong! But Brother Ba Li refused the unimaginable reward, because he did not envy the high officials and wealth, and just wanted to fight the battlefield, challenge the strongest opponent, and expand the limits of life! In the previous battle, his opponent suffered a lot of casualties , blood on the ground, it's real and cruel, but Brother Ba Li is still deeply loved by the audience, this is the charm of the barren mountain torrent!"

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

"I don't like the look in his eyes," Morgan stared at Brother Ba Li, who was also fierce and vicious, clenching his fists, "If I meet him on the street..."

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

"Shoot him," Paul frowned. "There's no need for him to get close."

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

"Back to the point everyone!"

Wiya waved his hand and closed his fist, trying to draw everyone's attention back from the election: "Although there is nothing to do for several hours, but don't forget, His Highness said, we are in a critical situation..."

Yawned heavily.

Paul said at the right time: "So, whether it's Slimani, Rene, or Cacquere, their life trajectories have all gone through a big change, some people are rising, some people are falling, just nine to eleven years ago. ..."

Wya is worried: "Unfortunately I can't find the resumes of the other two dead, the wine merchant Moss and the wool merchant Diop..."

"So does Diop," Glover said suddenly, attracting everyone's attention.

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

"He turned out to be just an apprentice tanner. Even in the artisan industry, he was at the bottom of the table. During the Renaissance Festival, everyone would not call him to drink and celebrate..."

Everyone was stunned, all staring at the zombies.

"Until ten years ago, Diop suddenly met a nobleman, made a fortune, opened a processing workshop by himself, and then switched to the fur business. There was an endless stream of orders and customers...Why are you all looking at me? "

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

Glover turned his head subconsciously, avoiding everyone's eyes: "Oh, I just watched for three hours, nothing happened, so I was thinking about Wyah's notes during my shift break, so I pulled my mute and went out to the stall outside. I wandered around the night market, and happened to meet a few blood bottle gang..."

"What happened?" Morgan couldn't believe it.

"Thinking about notes?" Incredible.

"Shift off?" Conmutto couldn't believe it.

"You and Dumb?" Wya couldn't believe it.

"Stall night market?" Paul couldn't believe it.

"Walking in a circle?" Nexi, who was fined and returned to the post, was also in disbelief.

"Be normal!"

Miranda criticized the others harshly, and then turned around in disbelief: "Glover, you Buddha, you just said, just happened to meet?"

Facing so many strange eyes, Glover was embarrassed:

"Well, they told us this... wait, shouldn't the point be ten years ago..."

Fortunately, the host saved the zombies again:

"And don't worry, 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 people in 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? Ten wins, no one can resist, how about winning both the individual and team competitions?"

Amid the tsunami, more players came to the court, many of whom were eliminated in the previous single-player duel, and they soon formed groups of three and two, each forming a team.

"Come on! Let me hear more noise! ​​This is the most exciting team battle! The champion may fall, the weak may fight back, the vile can win, and the reckless will inevitably miss! Are you ready!"

On this side, Miranda folds her arms:

"Want to know something else?"

She beckons the guards to come around, raising the volume to 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 out of the terminal tower, why didn't I know?" Neshi, who was standing guard, hurriedly pricked up his ears when he heard the familiar words.

Everyone turned their heads in dissatisfaction when they were dissatisfied with his interruption.

"Have you graduated yet?" Glover snorted coldly.

Nexi's face changed.

"Are you a seed?" Wyja said helplessly.

Nexi's eyelids twitched.

"Are you the chief?" Conmutto sighed.

Nexi's mouth twitched.

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

Nexi trembled!

"Are you our lovely good Mira?" said solemnly.

Nexideng was stunned for a moment.

Winter!

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

On the other side, Nexi was not hurt, but he was also out of his mind.

"Anyway, in this election, the bodyguard guild also selected a few people to participate, and I chatted with them..." Miranda continued.

"Speak," instantly straightened up, opened the notebook, picked up the pen, his eyes lit up, "Who should bet?"

Winter.

With another muffled sound, Glover made Doyle grunt with a fist and had to retreat behind everyone.

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

Everyone changes color.

"Don't tell me..."

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

"Shit Nima scared me again, walking silently" The one who was studying the betting slip in his hand jumped, and he immediately reacted with a wide-eyed smile, "Ah, it's the flag officer! This subordinate is waiting for you here. It's been a long time..."

Hugo Forbey stood behind everyone with a gloomy expression, and everyone couldn't help but sighed and looked serious.

As we all know, ghosts and gardeners are the highest order of beings when the Terrorblade isn't around.

"To be exact, eleven years ago, Forbes was the flag officer," Miranda continued. "Eleven years ago, many people saw with their own eyes that Lausanne II died at the hands of the Black Sword."

The eyes changed: "Hey, but maybe only the zombies said that the female boss confessed that Lausanne II was killed by others?"

Hugo shook his head.

Miranda pondered: "It doesn't matter, the key to this news is..."

"Eleven years ago?" Wyah frowned tightly, grabbing a pen.

Hugo snorted softly:

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

He took a deep breath:

“Dagorimos, the wine merchant, in the Scarlet Year, he was so indebted that he had no bottoms left, but his business suddenly started to improve eleven years ago, and he even started to go out for long-distance business. To be the capital..."

Hugo glanced at everyone:

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

Miranda was surprised: "It was eleven years ago again?"

Everyone is lost in thought.

Look forward and whispered: "Your Excellency the flag officer, how are you..."

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

With a helpless expression, she shrank back.

But when he shrunk in half, his expression suddenly changed.

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

Doyle points to everyone else one after the other, unbelievable:

"Could it be that in the past few hours, you are all working hard to find information?"

"Of course, we're in a critical situation," Wyah replied, thinking hard, "or what?"

Looking at the well-deserved Wyah and the notes in his hand, he silently put away his notebook.

"That's the problem." Miranda narrowed her eyes.

"Moss, Diop, Slimani, Rene, Caquere, even Lausanne II..." Wyah read out the name on the note.

"Eleven or ten years ago," Glover whispered, "the end of the calendar year 669 or 670."

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

"And the sixteenth year after I was born..." Nodding solemnly.

"What happened to the Emerald City at that time?" Conmutuo retells.

"It must be a big deal to change so many people's lives, and even lose them?" Miranda mused.

Everyone think hard, or at least pretend to think hard.

Miranda rolled her eyes and looked at Hugo:

"Your Excellency the flag officer? You are well-informed and have special duties, so you must know the answer?"

Hugo was silent for a moment.

"Yes, I know, or guessed it," sighed the flag-bearer, "but this matter involves..."

Hugo looked cautiously to the left and right, hesitating.

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

Miranda in a hurry: "But His Excellency the flag officer..."

But Hugo shook his head and turned decisively to leave.

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

Seeing the back of Hugo leaving, everyone was stunned.

"He knew, but wouldn't say it." Paul mused.

"What is he worried about?" Wyah wondered.

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

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

While thinking about it, I slapped my thigh!

"It's not easy"

After speaking, under the surprised eyes of others, Doyle squatted down, stuck his head under the railing, and waved to stop a casino messenger trotting by under the stands:

"Hi! Zabi! Wait! Remember me?"

"Ah! Of course I do!"

The young messenger was only a teenager, with a large cloth bag hanging on his body. He stopped when he heard the words, looked up and saw it, and immediately smiled:

"You are Mr. Wyre from Stand Six!"

At that moment, there was silence around the railing.

Even froze, his hands still in the air.

He swallowed, visibly feeling the air pressure around one of the group of people behind him drop sharply.

Everyone took a step back, tacitly reserved a space in the middle, and held the pen and paper, bowed his head deeply, and trembled slightly. The real one.

But...

"So, Mr. Wyah, do you still want to bet?"

Zabi was excited:

"One more game? The team competition has been closed, and it's too chaotic to play, but it's hard to say the quarterfinals. Maybe this time I won? Mr. Wyer?"

Feeling the cold temperature behind my head, I slowly squeezed out a miserable smile:

"Hey, yes, yes, then again, then down..."

Under everyone's sympathetic eyes, "Mr. Wyya from Stand No. 6" stretched his hand into his arms stiffly and took out the betting slip tremblingly.

"Okay, a single bet on Bischoff!"

Zabi took the bet slip and coins and smiled brightly:

"VIP Mr. Wyya from the Sixth Stand!"

The drums sounded, and the team competition was about to begin. Under the fanning of the host, the players who had formed a team roared and rushed to each other, or formed a gang to join the public, or silently retreated to protect themselves, of course Some roared and plunged into the crowd, and after a while, some people saw blood.

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

But for a while, I felt a dead silence behind me.

Cold and desolate.

Everyone looked at each other, and Wyah's expression was hidden in the shadows.

I felt that something was wrong, so I quickly changed the subject:

"Cough, right, brother, let me ask you one more thing: Eleven or twelve years ago in the Emerald City, did anything major happen?"

"Huh? Big event?"

Zabi, who was happily betting, was stunned for a moment:

"Why ask this? What's a big deal?"

Doyle purses the corners of his mouth stiffly.

"Hey, hey, that's it, you, did you see that big brother behind me with a notebook and a serious face, so we are playing a two-person quiz, and if we win, we will get money like this. Time to share with you?"

Zabi was surprised at first, then waved his hand:

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

The air pressure behind him is lower.

"Cough," interrupted him quickly, "That, Zabi, eleven years ago? Big event?"

"A big event... a big event... Oh, yes! Last year, the Emerald City only opened its tenth anniversary celebration, and our casino has also held special promotions for this. It is definitely a big event..."

Miranda leaned against the railing when she heard the words, with a deep expression: "10th anniversary? Commemorative celebration? Commemorative what?"

"Of course to commemorate eleven years ago," the young Zabi raised his chest and was proud, "Master Zhan has returned to the Emerald City, pacified the chaos, and officially succeeded as the new generation of the guardian duke of the South Bank! "

"There is nothing bigger than this!"

At this moment, everyone was stunned.

After the young messenger left, everyone looked at each other, and even Wyah temporarily forgot about the grudge.

"Eleven years ago, the duke succeeded and pacified the chaos, what do you mean?" Wyja murmured.

He raised his head, looked at everyone, and suddenly saw that some people looked solemn, and some people were unbelievable.

"Why?"

Wya asked: "Why are these deceased people promoted or changed careers after the Duke of South Bank succeeded to the throne? Eleven years later, they were murdered one after another?"

"Why is it that your Excellency the flag officer knows this, but keeps it a secret?"

No one answered.

Conmutuo looked pale and looked around carefully.

Morgan shook his head disdainfully and pouted.

Paul frowned and said nothing.

Glover's face was still deadly, but he clenched his fists.

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

Only to make up for the mistake just now, I slapped my thigh and answered happily.

"It's simple, according to your theory, True Wyya," Doyle said, the more he said, 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 people are all Those in the know, so some are promoted, and some change careers, until they are liquidated and silenced.”

The next second, Doyle figured out something. He shuddered in shock, biting all the words between his teeth.

Isn't it?

Duke succeeds, succeeds...

"What did you say, what's wrong?"

Wiya breathed suddenly, and asked tremblingly:

"Who, who is wrong?"

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

The team battle in the arena has reached the white-hot stage. There are people screaming and falling down, being dragged out by the full-time ambulance, and there are people screaming and fighting non-stop.

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

The host yelled wildly:

"Fight to the death, spill blood on the ground, and choose a glorious leader!"

But at that moment, Wyya 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 Emerald Legion soldiers in an orderly queue filled every post, guarding every exit, staring at every stand, and blocking every road around the Star Lake Guard. , watertight.

The succession of the duke... is strange...

Wya swallowed her throat.

"Everyone, don't get excited, don't make a sound, we don't know anything, it's business as usual." Miranda said solemnly.

But apparently no one dared to "get excited" anymore.

No one can get up "as usual".

The armor and shields of the surrounding soldiers are engraved with the bright iris logo, all murderous, fully armed, and guarding the most honorable stands.

Up there, their allegiance, the youthful Guardian Duke of the South Bank, sits calmly with Jenn Kevin Deere.

Knowing...silence...

Wya's breathing accelerates.

And the boy in the nine-pointed star costume was sitting beside Zhan with his brows furrowed.

Seems to be thinking about something.

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

Wya spoke with difficulty:

"If the Duke is really in the wrong position, once it is exposed by His Royal Highness..."

"Shut your beak, True Wyah!" Conmutuo scolded in a low voice, ignoring his usual politeness, "Don't look towards His Highness!"

Everyone sighed and dared not move.

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

"Oh my God, why should I ask so much," annoyed, "the flag officer doesn't say it, he doesn't say it, there must be a reason why he doesn't say it!"

"The Hall of Thales, does Your Highness know?" Wyah looked up stiffly.

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

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

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

"That's more dangerous."

Miranda shook her head: "Think about it, if Jen knew that His Royal Highness knew...even if it was just suspicion..."

Oops.

Everyone's heart sank again.

"I'm going to assemble everyone quietly."

"Don't! It will be suspicious."

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

"What about that?"

"I'll send a password..."

"Inform the flag officer first..."

"Everyone..."

"The flag officer must be on the move!"

"Calm down and leave one by one..."

"Um, everyone?"

"What about His Highness?"

"He brought the weapon, the warning man, and the dagger he used to use..."

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

"I'll take him down~IndoMTL.com~ said Terrorblade is critically ill..."

"Malos is in the empty palace! Is there a better excuse?"

"Everyone!

! "

Someone shouted loudly, shocking everyone!

Everyone turned their heads, only to find that it was the voice.

"Something's wrong."

I saw Doyle sweating profusely and looking flustered, and he raised his hand tremblingly.

Everyone looked at each other, surprised and frightened.

"Doyle, calm down!" Miranda gritted her teeth.

"Don't panic, take a deep breath, I'm here," Glover knew that it might be a panic attack on the battlefield, he said quickly, "I'm looking at your back."

"No!" but interrupted him.

I saw Doyle pointing to the field and trembling:

"I saw that in the group melee, someone just used a lock formation, orthodox."

Miranda was taken aback: "What do you mean?"

"That's right, that's a move in Legion Ten."

Everyone was startled.

It wasn't until a few seconds later that Miranda looked at the chaotic fighting under the stage and slowly recovered:

"What, what?"

"I know, I've told myself many times that he's dead and there's no way to live... But, there's always a voice telling me that he's not that easy... Oops, I swear, it was definitely a guard just now Form!" The tone of the voice was a little distorted.

"..." Glover said with difficulty.

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

"Yeah, very unlikely, but I swear that kind of technique, that kind of proficiency is him."

Desperately swallowed, he looked at the swords and swords in the arena, his face pale:

"Lausanne II, he is still alive."

"Just among these scuffles."

"Now."