Chapter 190 The music of the blood spectrum (on)

"Lord Lord!"

Under the morning glow, the order officer Urad looked seriously at Nikola and Grivo in front of his eyes: "What are you waiting for?"

But the comets and veterans are still motionless.

Until Nie Laimer kept his blade of broken souls silently.

"Urad, I just asked you if your Majesty ordered the lifting of martial law." The comet's face was cold and whispered: "Your answer is a bit strange."

Grivo made a faint sneer.

Urad gave a slight glimpse: "But the martial law has not been lifted..."

"That's not the point," the comet directly interrupted the order officer's words. He said coldly: "The point is: Your words don't hesitate, and the words are not bad - "Your Majesty has not ordered the lifting of martial law."

Urad’s face suddenly changed.

Nie Lai's sharp eyes swept over every patrol player behind Urad, watching their flashing eyes, and continued to dignify: "If it is a stern, it will be issued by the Prime Minister of Brisbane, and will be conveyed to the garrison of the king. As far as the Viscount of Dresden, the Orders Office of each district received only the warrants signed by Dresden, and arranged for the settlement of the matter."

He snorted: "The small order officer in a king's urban area only got the specific tasks in the hall, such as clearing roadblocks and restoring traffic. He would never know if his Majesty ordered the martial law."

Urad frowned: "I..."

Niely did not stop, his gaze gave Urad the illusion of being breathless: "You are so anxious to want to **** us, even if you don't hesitate to make excuses along my way, for what?"

Behind Urad, the patrols exchanged their gaze and their expressions varied.

And all this has been taken by the comet.

Also made him feel a little sinking.

Too suspicious.

what happened?

"It’s just a slip of the tongue," Urad sighed. "Moreover, in this case, the initial order must have been issued by His Majesty."

But Niely still did not speak.

Instead, he was helplessly greeted by Grivo.

"I said, Urad, when did you care about the kingdom affairs so much?" The elders of the squatting legs exhaled: "For more than ten years, from the conscription to the Qing Dynasty, once the king has any winds and blows, your first A reaction will only be to avoid the loss, for fear of loss of interest."

Listening to the words of Grivo, Nielai’s expression is getting more and more terrible.

"As for the military king in times of crisis?"

Gryvo raised his eyebrows and his face looked like a flying mouse: "Don't be kidding."

Urad’s face became very ugly.

"Old blind," he bit his teeth: "I don't want to quarrel with you at this time..."

But at this time, a clear male voice came out of the crowd: "Enough."

"They have already seen it."

Urad sighed deeply and let him go to the side to make room for the man who came out of the crowd.

This time, it was the turn of the comet and Grivo's face.

The newcomer is tall and straight, with heavy steps and imposing manners. He has a strong black-and-white taste on his body.

"Oh, boy," Grivo exhaled. "Do you know him?"

Niely did not respond to Grivo, he looked straight at the people.

"It's you," Nie Lai squinted, his face dignified: "Hot Knight."

"Rome Tulleha."

The people stopped and stood in front of them.

"I am very honored to see you again, Lord Nieley."

One of Exeter's ‘five wars’, Tulha’s face was cold and indifferent.

The black sand collar knight has already taken off his gray helmet, but the gray armor is still in his body, coupled with the long knife in his waist, the pressure is full.

"If Black Sand Dagong wants to attend the dinner party," Nie Lai's face snorted poorly: "He can say it in advance, we will send invitations."

Tuleha looked at Niely with no signs of weakness.

"Kambida told me that you were yelling at him on the outskirts of the city yesterday." The fire knight is not moving: "So, at your invitation, we took more than a thousand people to the city of Longyan." '."

Niely looked at the patrol and the pupils slowly narrowed.

"You are looking for a dead end," said the star of the comet. "The light is the army that can be urgently recruited in Longyan City. It is full of seven or eight thousand people, as well as the patrol and the standing guards of the court, not to mention the suburbs. The vassals are..."

But Tuleha interrupted him unconsciously.

"Yeah, Longyan City is very powerful. There are countless recruits and the standing army is amazing." The Fire Knight is faint: "But who has the right to call them?"

Nie Lai’s mood sank, and a bottomless coolness hit her heart.

He remembered the words of Urad at the beginning: Some people are trying to assassinate their majesty.

"What do you mean?" he asked seriously, unconsciously taking a bit of anxiety.

Impossible, the strongest white-bladed guards are guarded by your majesty. Everyone has super-level skills and rich experience, and willing to sacrifice life. Even the wrath of the kingdom is impossible...

With so little force, I dare... What does Lombard want to do?

The eyes of Nilai and Tulha meet in the air, as if to spark.

"The meaning is that you don't have to worry about this."

The knight of the black sand collar is expressionless: "Eckster will soon welcome a new life."

Nilailai forced himself to calm down.

"Ghost, right?" The comet squeezed his knife.

He whispered: "How long have you planned? You can bring 2,000 people into Longyan City... Whether it is the chaos caused by the disaster, or a gangster in the district, you can't do this much - you also bought it. who?"

Chief Guardian Dresden? Even Prime Minister Brisbane?

But Tulleha did not answer his question again.

"Lord Grivo," the fire knight turned to the lame veteran, with a respectful expression: "I have heard your name, and you know that you have always been dissatisfied with the rule of the Walton family..."

Niely slightly frowned.

But Grivo's reaction was faster than he thought.

" Needless to say," Grivo exhaled and said easily: "I do see that Nunn is not pleasing to the eye, and our king is indeed a jerk..."

Tulleha shines: "Then you..."

"But, Chaman Rumba?" Grivo didn't give him a chance to interrupt, the veteran showed his big yellow teeth, and the street scorpion smiled like a smile.

"Although I am poor and bitter, I don't know a few words, but I am a Northlander."

"Even if you are dissatisfied with your own king, you will not bring troops into the kingdom," Grivo's tone is getting colder and colder: "I will not sell my loyalty to the price of a beast and a beggar." traitor."

The fire knight showed a sigh of regret, and sighed with a sigh.

“Few people can understand the pains and persistence of the Grand Duke,” Tulleha looked up, solemnly, as if he did not hear the irony of Grivo: “But believe me, his sacrifice and sacrifice, and even what he did. Everything that is understood by the world is for the future of Exeter, for the future of the people of the North."

Grivo took a sip on the ground and looked disgusted.

"In order to kill the brothers and sisters in the position of the Grand Duke, but also to start the killing of the disaster, when the civilian blood flows into the river, to fight for power and profit?"

The veteran is evil:

"What kind of rule can this kind of ruler bring to the Northland people?"

Tulleha did not speak.

On one side, Urad smashed his scorpion, his expression was cloudy:

"Maybe we shouldn't waste any more time."

The boss of the sword market is screaming and screaming:

"According to the orders of the Grand Duke, if you can't lie to them, you have to implement Plan B."

"This may be a little painful." Urad is gloomy.

As soon as this statement came out, the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

It is like the balance of the balance is broken.

Tulleha nodded slowly: "You know, Lord Lord, I really want to have a trick with you."

"To make up for the regret that I failed to trace the sword."

"Then you have to get what you want today, the two in the snow are really not enough." Nie Lai took a knife and replied faintly.

Nie Lai’s eyes swept over a patrol.

Fortunately, there are not many soldiers in the black sand collar, less than a quarter, and most of them are just the group of Urads.

Relying on the ruins of the terrain, it may be able to handle.

But the quality of the "patrol" is not the same, but it does not make Nie Lai's mood better: where is the main force of the black sand collar?

Or... do they have more important tasks?

Tulleha didn't mean anything to shoot, just watching Urad wave his hand gently.

The patrols’ faces are getting more and more serious.

"Can you play again?" The comet released Grivo and let the veterans stand on their own feet: "Scorpion?"

"Don't be kidding, dead face," Grivo, who had a very bad face, coughed and wiped the blood from his mouth. He gnawed his teeth: "Now?"

"I can still kill a hundred disasters -"

But the veteran’s words came to an abrupt end.

With Ulade's wave, nearly fifty people came to the forefront of the patrol, divided into two rows of semi-circular lines, standing in front of and behind.

I saw fifty soldiers who raised their weapons and stalked the two extremes.

Nie's breath suddenly stagnate, and Grivo's eyes widened.

That is……

A total of fifty cross infantry squats.

Deal with...the two of them?

All the words of Grivo gathered in one word at that moment.

A word that Nie Lai also agrees with:

"Fuck!"

The man of the eight scorpions slightly sideways and retired into the subordinates.

"The two great men who are brave enough to be famous and famous in the kingdom of the earthquake, please let the people introduce themselves."

"Chael Urad."

“Do a little business in Longyan City,” Uradha laughed, as if he was very happy: “From infantry to magic guns...all are business areas.”

Niely and Grivo looked at the dense machine and both sighed.

Urad opened his eyes and smiled into a line of eyes, and his eyes were cold:

"The inventory is enough."

Tulleha turned his head and his face showed a slight disappointment.

The next moment, fifty rounds of arrows, went to the two polar regions without any dead ends.

Black arrow rain whistling in the air.

Bring out countless bright red.

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Lord Lombard dropped his sword.

More than a dozen fighters stretched out the shoulders of the front row of black sand soldiers.

"arrow!"

The scream of the White Blade Guard rang from the ear.

Tyres and the little slicker were left in the ground and blocked behind everyone.

However, the mood of the Prince of Stars at this moment is a mess.

He knows that in such a battle, he can't help himself.

Just like last time under the fortress.

All he can do is... Taylors looks at the Grandpa of Lombard in the crowd.

Thoughts drift away.

No, everything is wrong.

It’s too abnormal.

During the thoughts, more than a dozen white-edged guards faced the opportunity to quickly set up a defensive formation like Tortoiseshell.

They kneel down on one knee, leaning sideways on each other, lifting the arm shield on the arm, leaning it in front of the body, blocking the head and body.

"咻咻-"

The arrow screamed and screamed.

Taylors still can't understand.

After King Nunn died, Rumba appeared.

He even defaulted to being the murderer behind the scenes.

but……

"clang!"

A plurality of smashing arrows hit the arm shield and were bounced, giving them a sharp and sharp sound.

There are also two or three hairpins unfortunately pierced into the human body, and the unique smell of meat is heard.

But the White Blade Guard did not have a single voice, but his face exchanged his eyes coldly.

After the first round of arrows, the White Blade Guards instantly got up.

For the first person, a shocking roar.

"charge!"

A full ten white-guard guards did not hesitate to recoil the soldiers who led the black sand.

Widowed the public.

Tyres breathed, and even himself and the little slicker were escaping from the battlefield by several white-bladed guards.

He is full of doubts.

why?

Why is Rumba coming to Longyan City?

If it is to solve the threat and revenge from Longyan City, then the Grand Duke of Lombard has succeeded.

The king is dead, Exeter will be in chaos, and Walton and Longyan have no chance to unite with the Grand Duke to find the revenge of the Black Sands.

The black sand collar is safe.

Rumba - even if he is the real murderer, why should he appear on this suspected occasion?

In order to destroy the mouth?

No, Lombard does not need to appear at all. Just stay on the territory and wait for the death of the king. The assassination of the king will become another headless murder.

Only Sariton, they will once again be guilty of the sin of the monarch, not to bear the reputation of their assassin's flower and the monarch family.

Everything is so perfect - Lombard can easily solve the biggest and most terrible enemy on this catastrophic night.

The shouting sound of the earthquake shouted.

"The white blade is in the hand, and it is in the north!"

"Right!"

Ten white-guarded squadrons, face-to-face, screaming passwords fiercely, and entered the enemy line in the opposite direction.

The momentum that the black sand collar has accumulated by the number of people and the semi-enveloped situation is suddenly one of them.

Rumba’s grandmother frowned.

Dragon's Guard.

What a pity.

A guard guards the arm shield and opens the enemy's attack on the left side. At the same time, the knives are stabbed in front of the long knife and cooperate with the right robes on the right side to tear open the belly of an enemy.

The other side fell to the ground in pain, holding the intestines out of the screams.

But the White Blade Guard did not mean to end his life, but just continued to move forward.

Kill the next wave of enemies.

The black sand soldiers had to separate their hands and drag their companions back into the lineup.

This can't help but think of the scene of the wrath of the kingdom and the charge of his anger guard.

Blood splashes in the crowd.

The White Blade Guards are in groups of two, one blocking the attack on the left and one tearing the enemy on the right.

The two men marched tacitly, using you to be slower and slower, this time to stop the pace, exchange the body and duties.

Even if you hang on occasionally, you don’t care, it seems that there are only enemies in front.

Under the unexpected counterattack of the White Blade Guard, the black sand collar immediately fell five or six bodies.

The few people, but the fiercely anomalous dragon guards, as the moment of the counter-attack of the temple, even killed the black sand collar to step back.

The white-blade guards madly waved the blade, using rich experience and powerful combat power, coupled with subtle cooperation, to bite and even fight against the enemy.

For the evacuation of their companions.

Tyres was kneeled by a warrior and gasped unconsciously.

He pulled his attention back from the killing, and he thought about the abnormality of Rumba.

Rumba unabashedly took his army into the city and entered the dangerous land.

Even... still kill yourself!

Not only expose yourself, but also ask for trouble, it may also be pointed out by Wan Fu, the crime is difficult to take off.

Everyone in Exeter will not let go of the assassination of the murderer of the king, and the black sand will not be able to earn a breather.

This is not in the interest of Lombard.

Taylors really didn't understand, and didn't understand why Lombard had to make such an unwise choice.

Just like the Broken Dragon Fortress, the attack that was caught off guard.

Compared with the inscrutable nature of King Nunn, the feeling that the Lombard gave him was unpredictable and incomprehensible.

Taylors even had to doubt again: is Lombard crazy?

But he immediately remembered Putil's words: "Lombard is not crazy."

Chaman Rumba...

What do you want?

The White Blade Guard, who withdrew him and his small slick, crossed an abandoned roof and suddenly stopped.

Taylors looked up and suddenly turned upside down!

In front of them, stood the black sand collar vassador he had ever seen, the Viscount of the city of Mundon, and the taller Lhasa Cambida.

And a row of soldiers on his side.

They were all facing Taylors and the little slicker, and the four white-edged guards on the scene – raising their hands.

Tyres sighed.

It’s awkward.

In front of his eyes, the scene of the assassin of the Duke of the North, who was hit by a smashing arrow, emerged from the assassination of the revival palace.

It’s an annoying weapon.

Taylors thought desperately.

He turned his head and looked at the little slick, and the other side was also in fear.

"As the Grand Duke said, His Royal Highness," the murderer of the Grand Duke of Lombard, Viscount Canbida smiled and said: "Please choose your own enemies and friends carefully."

"It is unclear to see things, it is a taboo for the king."

In the next second, the Viscounts waved their arms to them.

The bowstring vibrates.

Take the opportunity to send out.

(End of this chapter)