Chapter 231 The Strongest Pieces (Part 2)

Everyone's gaze returned to Tyres again.

Tyres breathed a sigh of relief and smiled.

"What about other people?" Taylor looked at the rest of the people and narrowed his eyes: "The things we have to do are dangerous... maybe we will take life."

The remaining few changed each other's eyes.

"I said it when I first met, Your Highness," Wyatt revealed a helpless and determined smile: "For the rest of my life, this life is for you to drive."

Taylor shrugged.

"I want to say," veteran Gernard raised his eyebrows slightly: "You and John Duke's style are really different - but why not?"

"Don't look at me," Willow nervously said: "Where are you going, I will go there."

Rolf saw Rails's gaze moving toward him, and he couldn't help but frown and stretch out his hands to make two gestures in the air.

【Do not ask. 】

【do it. 】

Taylors will smile.

This tone.

He thought he was still helping in the blood bottle.

"Good, then we reached a consensus," Tyres breathed a sigh of relief and looked at everyone, but he immediately glanced: "Although this decision is likely to kill us."

Do not.

Taylors sighed in his heart.

In this plan, someone has to go to die.

But since the decision was made...

Tyres stared at it.

"But what are you going to do?" A discordant voice came in.

Everyone turned their heads.

"We only have a group of fugitives who have lost their lives, all with injuries, hidden heads, and the White Blade Guards are only a dozen people." Behind Cohen, Miranda Arende looked coldly at the prince: "You are just a seven." Eight-year-old kid, what can I rely on to defeat Lombard and protect the North?"

Miss Aaronde’s eyes are extremely sharp, and the question is extremely sharp: “Even the kingdom?”

"The same problem," Niely sneered ridiculously: "You don't really want us to die, then ‘touch’ the people of Longyan City?”

Taylors bowed his head and silenced for a few seconds.

"What do you think?" asked the Prince of Stars calmly.

Everyone looks at each other.

Putila raised his eyebrows.

"I want to say," Mr. Deputy spurted a smog of smoke, whispering: "In any aspect, we are not the opponents of Lombard."

Cohen picked up his arm and cast a question to Rafael, but the latter ignored him.

I only listened to Putilit’s faint narration: “There are nearly 2,000 people in Lombard, and the black sand collars that are forbidden are standing guards, pretending to be patrols, and occupying the first gates, and even controlling the Palace of the Spirit.”

Nie Lai raised his head and looked at the cold: "Long Yucheng is enough to suppress his army: the patrol and Walton's recruits, the White Blades as a pioneer, I personally led the team, whether it is the gate or the Yingling Palace, I promise that they will not last a quarter of an hour."

"If you are a little Lord, you can call these troops in the right name - it may take a whole day - and let them slam in the city of Longyan without hesitation, follow you to attack the gate, and rush into In the words of the Palace of the Spirit, "Puttier responded in a quiet voice: "Yes."

Niely did not speak, and he hardly put the phrase "this is my original plan" back into the throat.

Myrk patted his back.

Putilai sighed and continued: "His men have a super-level swordsman Kroai, who knows our details, and even has a multitude of extremes: no matter what the land is, the fire knight, a catch-up band. The team can make us stumble in a short time."

When I heard this, Melk’s face was obviously stiff.

"He has alliances like Red Witch, Slyless, and Urad." Everyone listened quietly to Putilai's analysis, and his face became more and more ugly: "The information is pervasive and the connections are all-in-one - I bet we are one Close to the Seal Palace or the first gate, it will be discovered within five minutes."

"Don't forget the Shadow Shield," Taylors sighed. "Maybe there is Sariton."

When Putilai heard this, he glanced at him: "Yes, there is Shadow Shield and Sariton."

"We are also in absolute disadvantage in the situation," said Mr. Deputy, who took another pipe and worried: "Your Highness, including our stars, has been rumored to be the murderer behind the scenes, except for a few white-edged guards and this neutral. The temple, we are isolated, it is difficult to see the light."

Everyone's face is dignified.

It seems that the excitement and blood of the past have been swept away.

"Unless Lombard surrendered directly," Putilla put down his pipe and sighed: "Otherwise, I haven't seen any odds so far."

Tyres did not speak, he just quietly observed the look of everyone.

"That would be better to let Raphael find another disaster to help," Cohen shrugged without a good breath: "This is faster."

Many people raise their eyebrows.

Niely and Melk looked at the young people in the secret department.

"Yeah," Rafael snorted and glanced at Cohen: "Maybe you can pull a dragon to help, then we will win."

Everyone else shook their heads.

The little slippered his face and touched the glasses unconsciously.

Rolf muttered and yelled at the goddess of the moon.

"Ah, this time I understand the meaning of dumb." Wye looked at the ghost of the wind and sighed.

"He said, pray directly to the goddess of the moon, this is more reliable," greeted the eyes of the people, the prince's attendant gave his hands to the gods: "At least you still see her."

Putty took a forehead and sighed: "If we..."

"Are you finished?"

The second prince suddenly made a noise and interrupted Putila.

Taylor looked up and looked at everyone with sorrow.

“There was a special teacher who told me,” he said with a sly and confident smile, remembering the unforgettable battle, remembering the impressive swordsman: “Before the opening...”

Tyres raised his right hand and gently tapped his forehead: "We have to change our minds first."

Everyone is at a glance.

"Change... brain?" Miranda asked questioningly.

Among the doubtful people, Rafael turned his eyes and seemed to have deep thoughts.

Tyres spits out and runs the brain that has been thinking for hours.

"The black sand collar seems to be superior everywhere, and grabs the first hand," he said in front of the scene of last night's scene, extracting a message: "The whole situation is controlled, and we have no power to fight back."

Thinking of this, Tyres smiled.

How to lose the dragon riding face?

But his mood is a little bit stunned: no one knows this stalk in this world.

Thinking of this, Taylors looked up and fought hard.

Snapped!

"But," the second prince looked calm and punched his fist on the other hand: "Really?"

“Do you have any other opinions?” Putile’s eyes showed his brilliance: “His Royal Highness?”

"No," unexpectedly, Tyres shook his head. "You analyzed it right."

"But even if it is as strong as a disaster," the prince raised his head and looked firm: "It is impossible to change the mind and reverse the situation."

"They are so powerful that they can destroy the capital of Exeter, kill the aristocrats of Exeter, and even threaten every Northland with death. They cannot change the tradition of the North, and cannot change the spirit of Exeter. It is impossible to force people to change their minds and not destroy what is really valuable in this land."

Cohen licked his hair and his expression remained the same. He looked at Wyah's eyes but filled with a word—hey?

Wye shrugged at him: I don't understand.

Not just them, Niely also frowned in confusion:

"What do you want to say?"

Tyres's pupils shrank.

"What I want to say is," the second prince said faintly: "Don't limit your eyes to a simple power comparison. The battle we are about to face is neither a gamble of two people's hard-working wrists nor an operator on the board. The counting game is not a fair showdown of the ancient knights."

"The army of one or two thousand people is nothing. They can't change the minds of the dragons and aristocrats, and the soldiers of Longyan City can wash them with a face-to-face," said Teres, calmly, thinking at the same time. Suspected points that have been caught: "Casslan and Tulleha can kill any small **** at will, but even if they are tied together and multiplied by ten, they can't let the big men reluctantly support Lombard as king. The truth that has happened becomes an illusion."

"The red witch seems to be very powerful, but if she leaves the support of the attachment, the darkroom's eyes and ears include the secrets they have, and they can't even count."

"The Shadow Shield and Sariton are very scary, but they can only engage in assassinations and spies in the dark. What really supports them is the power and the conflicts and contradictions generated by power. If they leave power, they are like water. The fish, no value."

"They are all only the pieces of Lombard: Camby, who is full of wisdom, Tulleha, who is brave and warrior, Kaslan, who is highly respected, the red witch who is pervasive, the Marquis of Syracuse, and the black sand army that is prohibited by the order. "When it comes to this, Tyres shakes his head: "But we can't be confused by these chips and chess pieces."

Raphael’s faint smile: “Interesting.”

It’s a familiar argument.

Miranda bowed his head or thought.

Cohen raised his eyes and stunned three times: Where is it interesting?

Tyres took a deep breath, and the look in his eyes was incomparably serious and solemn:

"You know, all these pieces are not the most powerful, scary, powerful, and unique pieces on their boards."

The voice of the prince screamed: "Only that person is the greatest threat,"

"The real strong, the most terrible existence in their camp."

No one is talking, it seems that everyone is thinking - even Cohen.

Raphael swayed his fingers, and Miranda had a hilt, and Niely’s eyes were still as cold as frost, and Melk looked at the little slick.

Puttier seems to have forgotten to smoke, letting the pipe burn in his hand, only to see him tempted: "You mean..."

Taylors raised his eyes and portrayed the horrible opponent in his head.

"Yes," he said slyly: "The ambitious and timid person is not the best."

Tyres cloud nodded lightly, but his eyes were filled with taboos and dignity: "Their strongest pieces."

He whispered out the name:

"Chaman Rumba."

At that moment, everyone was stunned.

"We can't be confused by the appearance of other pieces," the prince whispered. "Just hit the key, everything else will be solved."

Tyres quietly looked at the different eyes and expressions of other people and said nothing.

Until Nilailai looked up in confusion.

"What do you mean," the comet couldn't believe the tunnel: "The dagger?"

"I understand," Cohen took a look at the reaction, and Cohen slammed his head and said: "We do our best to stab Lombard?"

Hearing the words of these two people, Tyres almost spit out an old blood.

He rolled his eyes and suddenly remembered the words of the Holmes.

So the prince tried to put on a cloud-like look and snorted: "You are not listening to me."

Cohen paused and widened his eyes.

Nie Lai looked at the expression of a bowel movement.

Taylors breathed a deep breath.

God.

No wonder...

It turned out that this sentence was spoken, and then looked at others with a look of ignorance and ignorance...

So happy.

After savouring the feeling for a moment, Tyres raised his eyebrows.

"I understand," finally, Miranda sharply grasped the words of Thales: "What you think is not to harden his arm, but to circumvent the corners and directly shake the fundamental goal of Rumba. ”

"Frustrating his intentions?"

Putilai narrowed his eyes.

"Yes, the root of everything is on Rumba," the second prince smiled gratifiedly. He smiled and said: "We determine his intentions and then find out his weaknesses."

Everyone has a face to face.

"Speaking lightly," Niely was dissatisfied: "What is the weakness of Lombard? What is his goal? How do you defeat him?"

Thales blinked: "I have a guess for this - to be verified."

"As for frustrating him..."

"Since they have to deal with their strongest pieces," Taylors took a deep breath, and his eyes flashed like fire: "Nature is the strongest piece of ours, the most unfamiliar and the most inferior and isolated battlefield on both sides. on."

I saw that Tyres was arrogant: "One game will win or lose."

Miranda frowned.

"Wait, you just said," the female swordsman wondered: "The strongest piece on our side?"

"you are right?"

Cohen glanced at the silent Raphael and looked at Nilai.

"Mystery?" The police officer asked tentatively: "Or the legendary anti-magic armed?"

Tyres raised his eyebrows.

"You mean," Putilla looked suspiciously at the little slick, and the latter was quite amazed: "Walton's blood is solitary? The orthodox of Longyan City? But her gender..."

"The strongest piece," Nie Lai put down his arms and looked around. He wondered: "I am in the extreme?"

Taylors ignored the three guys, and he squirted a sigh of relief from his nose, pressing down his heart.

"You are right," he ignored the words of other people. His eyes ignited the flames before the war. As he once faced the blood magician, he eagerly tried: "The strongest pieces in our camp... ”

I saw the second prince smiling and extending his right hand, knocking on the chest and shouting a name:

"Name call - Tyres Comet."

Ok, today's three more 12,000 words, I have finished paying the debts.

Wait, have I had three more before? (Amazing face)

(End of this chapter)