The Throne Under the Starry Sky Chapter 32: The Shadow of the Empire (Part 2)

"Look." Mr. Hachime stood in the middle of the small circle of V-class tenants just now, pointed to an object on the ground, and said briefly.

This is the corpse of a huge beast, to be precise, the corpse of a huge earth travel dragon. The body was severely damaged, and the ugly mounts of the land-travel dragoons, the prestigious ace army of the Zavi Empire, appeared in front of them from a nightmare, causing Jonah to shiver fiercely.

This is a weird guy with a long neck and a short head. Two lower teeth stick out like scimitars. His body is covered with golden scales. His hind legs are extremely sturdy, not in proportion to the front legs curled up on his chest. It has large fleshy wings, with sharp teeth on the edges of the wings, and a long tail with spikes all over.

The cause of its death can be seen at a glance. There is a deep spherical hole in the middle of the brain, like a huge spoon has been dug out. Earth Xinglong's right front leg, right hind leg and part of the torso were cut away, leaving wounds where blood had already condensed.

An exquisite leather saddle was thrown on the ground. The side of the saddle was engraved with the emblem of the Knights of the Earth Traveling Dragon that pierced the iron shield with a gun, and dried blood was condensed on it.

The tenants in room a51 gathered in front of the dragon corpse. Yekong poked not far away, his red hair fluttered slightly in the wind, his slender eyes seemed to look at this side, but he didn't seem to look at anything. "That weird southerner is still not gregarious." Mr. Hachime commented. That's right, - Jonah said in his heart.

"This is the dragon feed." Toba rubbed his hands.

"Yes, not right." Elliott drew out the long sword, bent over from the back of the unicorn and fiddled with the dragon corpse. He returned the sword back to the box, and said solemnly: "This is the Golden Dragon."

Everyone didn't speak, staring at him. The Pitchfork Squad has become accustomed to listening to the all-knowing Rose Knight to give a briefing anytime, anywhere.

"The military strength of the Zawi Empire is composed of about ten legions. The strongest combat force is the three independent formations of the ground dragoon regiments, except for the 1st Central Army, which is a mixture of heavy infantry and French soldiers. The three cavalry regiments are led by three great knights, of which the least number but the strongest is the cavalry regiment "Golden Hammer" under the command of "Storm Rider" Isaacios.

The core force of the Golden Hammer and the Guards of Storm Rider Izakios are among the elites. They are all equipped with this kind of gold with extremely strong golden scale armor and a pair of flightless wings. Although there are only a few hundred people in the land travel dragon, in the history of the Western Continental War in the past 100 years, it has never been defeated in siege of the city. "Elliott's voice is calm, I can't tell whether it is happiness or sadness.

"The golden hammer will chop off the head of the ruler and nail it above the city gate, slaughter the city completely, looting gold and silver and artworks, burn buildings, and build a tall statue of Lacy, the **** of war and blacksmiths, on the ruins. . They are the sharp teeth of the devil of the Zawi Empire, the vanguard of the Hell Legion, and the nightmare of the entire Western Continent."

Jonah shuddered all over. The burning redstone fort appeared in his mind, with a lance nailed to the city gate, and the head of Queen Wenger III was tied to the lance with a golden ribbon.

Long Ji seemed to notice his abnormality, approached him, and patted Jona's arm.

"The Golden Land Traveling Dragon appeared at Cherry Crossing, and it died." Sibi said.

"No wonder the V-rated tenants show up." Long Ji said.

"I didn't understand too much." Toba said.

"It seems that the kingdom of Bazelal, the last resistance force at the southern end of the continent, has been completely destroyed, and the flames of war have already burned to our side." Elliott said.

"...Do you want to escape?" Jonah said with a trembling voice, suddenly like a thunderbolt, Segles’ prophecy appeared in his mind, "On October 29th, the flames fell and the river was defiled. Ayala said to her partner:'I will wait elsewhere'."

The predicted date was calculated by him to be April 26th in the mainland calendar, and today is April 7th.

"I see." Jona murmured to himself. Twenty days later, it must be the army of the Zawi Empire who will trample on the cherry crossing and arson and massacre. Imagine Daddy's head drifting alone on the wooden house, and Jonah felt a weak dizziness.

"What's the matter?" Long Ji asked, reaching out and holding him. Jonah shook his head and looked at Mr. Hachime: "Yes, we will run away, right?"

Mr. Hachime looked at him with an unbelievable expression. Jonah looked around, and the friends in the Pitchfork Team had the same surprised expressions.

After a century of silence, Toba smiled: "Hehehe, Master astrologer, you are joking with us for your enthusiasm. It took me so long to figure it out." Baza Farmer Lar gave Jona a thumbs up and winked his eyes.

"No, I'm serious..." Jonah said anxiously.

"Keep your St. Boren **** jokes and tell the Iz people." Mr. Hachime cut off his excuse, his voice was full of cold, and the volume was gradually raised, "Cherry Du is protected by the father alone. In the town, for so many years, surrounded by the Bazelal nobles, Colombo people, and Warcraft, Cherry Duo did not infringe the interests of a tenant. Although it is not mentioned in the 55 additional clauses, I have eight eyes. I would like to explain here: Any doubts about the old man are not allowed! For the suspicious tenants, I am happy to help you delete your names from the accommodation register and cash it out immediately!"

The hard sound collided and reverberated in the gap between the stone houses, and it took a long time to disperse in the morning light of the cherry crossing, and some secretly watching dark shadows slowly retracted into the corner doorway.

"Mr. Eight Eyes, he is new here and he is still a child." Long Ji helped Jonah and explained in a low voice.

In the distance, Yekong turned his head, as if attracted by the eight-eyed declaration, a pair of long legs in rust-colored trousers walked a bit stiffly and walked straight over.

"Hey, Southerner, don't come here." Sibi yelled at him.

The red-haired southerner turned a deaf ear to his ears and walked straight to Mr. Bamu.

Sibi raised his hand, Yekong slightly opened his slender eyes and glanced at her. As if a crack with icy ballast was cut in the air, Xibi suddenly backflips and exits three and a half steps and kneels on the ground. , With a clank, I don't know where to take out the long bow wrapped in silver light and stretch it across his chest.

"Damn, crazy again, new man, stay away from him!" The woman in green gnashed her teeth and shouted.

Long Ji grabbed Jona's belt and stepped back.

Mr. Hachime raised his beautiful eyebrows coldly: "Yeah? Have you applied for it just after talking?"

"Oh, it's all my fault. Brother Ye didn't sleep well last night. He still has a little sleepwalking today. I'll take him back. I'm sorry, sir." Toba apologized and went wrong. , Horizontally between the two.

Jona heard the bones and muscles of Lord Chamber’s body squeak like a millstone driven by a windmill, and the giant Bazelal took a deep breath, his chest filled with vigor With vigor, hideous blue veins appeared on his arms, and the temperature of the air seemed to be raised by the powerful energy of his body. The small round cap on Toba's head automatically fell to the ground without wind, revealing a huge bald head covered with blue veins. Jonah couldn't help but took two steps back.

"Let's go home, brother?" Toba narrowed his eyes and showed a terrifying smile.

Yekong stopped, looked up in confusion, stretched out his hand to loosen the scarf on his neck, and dropped his slender fingers on the hilt.

"Uncle, don't spare him!" Sibi stomped aside.

Elliott sighed. He took off the armor of his left arm, rolled up his sleeves, drew a sword and drew a line on his arm, and the blood immediately seeped out.

"Hey! Here!" He raised his left hand and called, perhaps because the smell of blood attracted Yekong, the southerner's eyes lit up, he released the hilt of his sword, and walked with his long legs.

"You're going to be disappointed again. We are not what you were looking for." Elliott said calmly, calming the unicorn who was stepping on the ground because of the restlessness.

Yekong stood beside the riding beast, dipped his finger in Elliott’s blood, took a look at it with the sun, leaned to the end of his nose and smelled it, stretched out his tongue and licked it, shook his head, sighed, disappointed Squatted down.

"Cut." Tin Bi put away his longbow and took a sip.

Jonah found himself in a cold sweat, Long Ji patted him comfortingly on the back, motioned him to stand, and pulled out a roll of white gauze from his waist, and went to bandage the rose knight.

Toba exhaled a long breath, his tight muscles slackened, and a farmer’s honest smile appeared: "Look at Mr. Yacht, he just lacks sleep, it’s okay, let’s start discussing the task. Right?"

"You, and you, the two of you come into the house. Toba, take the southerner back, and look after him. Woman, wait outside the house." Hachime reached out his hand and pointed at Jona and Elliott in a bad tone. Turned back to the room.

Jonah and Elliott looked at each other, and the Rose Knight smiled bitterly and took the gauze in Long Ji's hand, wrapped it hastily for a few times, instigated the unicorn, and leaned into the stone house of Mr. Eight Eyes.

This room has the same structure as room a51. The sunlight projected from the only narrow window appears dim. The room is full of documents, bottles and jars, bookcases, wardrobes and unknown strange furnishings. For a single woman's room, it's a little messy.

Mr. Yame sat down on a carved wooden chair with two layers of cushions, and said to the two of them: "You, find a chair to sit on. You, feel free."

"Thank you for your understanding." Elliott said that the roof of the stone house was so high that he was able to sit on the horse and slightly body towards the eighth-eye seat as a gesture of courtesy.

Jonah obediently chose a place to sit down. "I didn't want to offend just now..." He still wanted to explain, and Hachime waved his hand irritably: "Talking business."

She took out a piece of paper full of words, "Look first, this is the m-level task that the old man pointed out to you as compensation for the damage to the wooden house. Of course, it has something to do with the ugly meat outside."

The yellowed paper is full of words. Below the conspicuous capital "m" is a brief description of the task, goals, judgments, exit methods, rewards and punishments, all at a glance.

While the two representatives of Pitchfork were studying the task list, Bachime roughly explained the origin of this half of the golden earth dragon: yesterday afternoon, two hours before sunset, a small team composed of two golden earth dragoons attacked After reaching the gathering place for the powerless outside of Yingtaodu, we destroyed more than a dozen crypts and shack, and escaped calmly from the siege of hundreds of powerless people.

But the good fortune of the powerful dragoons was until the encounter with the father who came back from a walk, and the father has always had only one solution to the unstable factors surrounding the town: eliminate it.

After the fierce but extremely short contact battle, the old man dropped the corpse and went to another direction to patrol. When the team sent by Mr. Hachime found the corpse and escorted it back to the town, the two human corpses were already angry. The power was torn to pieces, and the dragon's corpse was only half of it.

"I heard that dragon meat was cut off and flowed into the black market. Some people think that this sub-dragon meat is the best tonic." Mr. Bamu added.

Elliott read the task description, put the paper on the saddle, and asked: "Do we have the right to refuse this task?"

"No."

"Okay. Sorry." The Rose Knight dexterously picked up the quill pen in the inkwell on the desk with a sheathed sword, caught the pen in the volley with his left hand, signed his name on the task list, and handed it to Jonah, motioned for him to sign. Jonah was confused and signed, and handed it back to Mr. Hachime.

The young red-haired woman took a look and nodded: “According to the additional clause 40-3, the task undertaken by the two is deemed to be the task of the team, which is now effective.” She stood up and walked out with the two young men in room a51. Stone House made a gesture of seeing off the guests: "I hope you will come back intact."

Sibbi stood in the sunshine, and asked curiously: "Received? What is the task?"

"It's a bit of a headache, let's talk about it when we go back. In addition, I need to ask the head of the room about the source of the meat we ate last night." Elliott frowned.