Chapter 480 is lighter

The deep red of the east began to weaken, and the sky became brighter and brighter.

But the atmosphere on the sand is getting more and more different.

Under the gaze of countless pairs of eyes, the beautiful and beautiful Romane looked cold and looked cold and covered with blood, but there was no trauma to Ricky.

Tyres took a deep breath and turned to look around - the cavalry, the nervous mercenaries, the complex royal guards, and the ultra-fine, delicate, smoked blade camp.

He is thoughtful.

Finally, the wing of the legend turned his head to the solder that was held by Cray.

"诡影...... Shield?"

Roman looked at the eyes of the brazed unwillingness and pain, and whispered.

The brazier looked back at the handsome man in front of him and realized what it was.

He is no longer struggling, but frowning.

"More."

Ricky raised his arms and smiled:

"He has a lot to do with the people present."

"Besides being the mastermind of most chaotic sources tonight..."

The head of the Sword of Disaster points to the far-end blade camp, mysterious:

"He was 18 years ago, that is, in the **** year, he colluded with foreign enemies, sneaked into the sand dunes, and assassinated the Heyman comet, causing the main criminal to fall into the camp."

Tyres sighed.

The solder closes the eyes without breaking.

At that moment, the sand was quiet, and I could only hear the wind and the wind whistling.

Even the eyes of the legendary wing have solidified.

In the next second, the cavalry officers in the first row on the sand dunes suddenly disappeared!

"what?"

Frank frowned, unbelievable:

"You mean...the ghost prince tower? And...the fall of the camp?"

"this person?"

For a time, countless eyes were shot at the solder.

Ricky nodded and looked at him with satisfaction:

"A surprise gift, right?"

Sitting on the ground, Sakuel, who has apparently exhausted his strength, looks at the brazier and looks deep.

"Go to you, Semir, that guy..." Little Barney pushed Semir, but maybe he looked at the arrows around him, and he didn't continue to do it:

"Do you always know?"

Semir only pouted and didn't speak.

In the slightly chaotic scene, Tells looked at the man with the greatest voice.

The wing of the legend did not speak, nor did he restrain his subordinates.

The White Knight is only staring at the eye-catching solder, his attitude is unclear and motionless.

"That's impossible!"

The female knight, Felicia, riding on the horse bites her teeth, apparently remembering something bad:

"I saw the execution scene when I was a child. The king had already given the assassins that night..."

But at this time, Roman, who did not say a word, finally raised his right hand!

The arrogant arguments and whispers in the army are all closed.

It seems that the one hand has the supreme majesty.

Soon, the crowd of mercenaries and the Royal Guard was quiet.

Everyone looked serious but nervously watching Roman's move.

But the wing of the legend just turned his head slightly and looked at Ricky:

"evidence?"

Ricky pulled his mouth.

He touched his arms in his own chest.

"I have a..."

But halfway through, Ricky remembered something. He let go and looked at the prince in the distance with a strange look:

"Cough, I mean... Our prince has a letter from Prince Hayman, with the date and date of his death, which is the spoils that the assassin’s head rolled away in the past."

The drill opened his eyes and stared at Ricky incredulously.

Roman's gaze immediately came from the electric, and surprised Taylors.

Yodel’s words rang from the air and sneaked into Tyre’s ear:

"give him."

Tyres frowned at the perfect face of the legendary wing, but he obediently took out the letter and twitched it.

Luoman looked at the expensive stationery and was silent for two seconds. Then he took it and started reading.

The expression of the solder is more gray.

Ricky just kept silent and waited quietly.

Finally, under the watchful eyes of hundreds of eyes, Roman put down the letter.

Ricky exhaled:

"Look, I didn't lie to you."

"and so……"

The wings of the legend did not speak, only a pair of amber scorpions flickered, reflecting the vastness of the desert.

"Clarseau... Do you think that you will take the prince and me to make chips, will he let you go?"

At this point, the gray-faced solder gave off a nearly desperate smirk.

"He is the wing of the legend, it is ruthless, cold and ruthless."

In the eyes of everyone's disgust, the brazier looked cold and sold his Ricky, viciously:

"I don't mention whether he likes your threat or not... Obviously, it is more in his interest to eat them together."

The expressions of the mercenaries suddenly became ugly.

At this time, a less harmonious sound sounded:

"Cough, that..."

The crowd frowned and turned to the neglected teenager.

"Can I get it back?"

Tyres ignored Jodh's anxious reminder behind him, and while he touched his head, he smirked and reached out to Roman:

"Do you know the uncle who belongs to me..."

Everyone looked at him slyly.

Just as someone poked a balloon, the nervous atmosphere suddenly vented.

Romane frowned for a few seconds, as if to re-examine the boy who dared to interrupt him again.

And Taylor can only bear the hard scalp, the smile is rigid.

Fortunately, perhaps confirming his identity, the legendary wing did not move "kill you", but abnormally reached out and handed the letter back to Taylors.

"Hey, hey."

On one side, Ricky blinked and mimicked the sound of the clock:

"Time is passing, adults."

He pointed to the blade camp that smoked in the distance.

Roman did not answer his words, but turned to the third dune:

"Duro?"

On the third dune, a sturdy knight rides out in a cavalry that looks particularly casual and comes to the wings of the legend.

Both Tyres and the fast rope are moving.

They recognized it.

It is Douro.

It is the power warrior they met on their way home, the "big boss" in the "freak squad" of the Stardust Guard.

"The boys are all ready, adults," Duro said with a thicker left arm than the right arm.

"at any time."

Romane stared at the camp in the distance and nodded.

"Of course, if you want, we can get back to the prince now," Doro looked at Tyres - apparently not recognizing the teenager who was more embarrassed than the previous desert trip - and scorned a scorn Soldiers:

"Then only need a charge, even Carl's troops can't use it, we can crush them all."

Douro's gaze - like the eyes of other cavalry, is hostile and murderous.

This made the mercenaries, including the Royal Guards, nervous.

Only Ricky sighed without hesitation.

"Another message, adult."

The current Krassu of the Sword of Disaster is squinting:

"One of your deputies, it seems to be...Duro?"

The next second, Ricky pointed to Duro, and then pointed to the bra:

"He has been selling intelligence to Shadow Shield for a long time."

Tyres frowned, first remembering the Doro's money-raising, and then remembered the three-way dialogue in the pub.

The named Douro was a glimpse, and his face changed.

He rushed to Ricky and was furious:

"I am grassing your mother -"

At that moment, Cray and Josh subconsciously leaned over and wanted to protect Ricky, who was still smiling. The first few rows of cavalry also bowed and previewed, and the sword was unsheathed!

Even Taylors was caught in the dark by Jodel.

The scene suddenly became confused!

Just at this time.

"Hey!"

A flash of white light!

The white pike appeared in the hands of the legendary wing and was tied into the sand with one hand!

At that moment, Taylors only felt that the surrounding air was replaced by water, and all the noisy sounds were a stagnation!

Romane whispered, but it seemed to be whispering in everyone's ear:

"quiet."

Taylors gave birth to a spirit.

This sentence seems to have some kind of power, and the people who forced the chaos to close their hands and consciously converge on the movement.

One second, two seconds.

Everyone stopped talking and stopped moving.

The scene was instantly restored to silence, only the wind was rustling.

The wing of the legend pulled out his rifle and took back his back.

The people present were as awake as the big dreams, and it seemed to remember how to breathe.

"Adults..." Douro's mount was hoisted, and the people stood up and stopped.

Douro pointed at Ricky angrily, his lips trembled and incoherent:

"He, he, this bitch... good or bad, good or bad..."

But the wings of the legend are just a glance:

"his words."

"is that true?"

Looking at the boss's face, Douro's words were a stagnation.

But he immediately reacted:

"How is it possible, I don't know this so-called assassin..."

However, Ricky gently pushed open Josh, who was behind him, and chuckled:

"But he told me that your wife and daughter were seriously ill, right?"

A short trip to Douro.

"Maybe for them, would you do something unusual?"

Douro licked his teeth and he glanced at the cavalry around him, angering:

"You **** don't filthy me..."

At this point, the wing of the legend was lightly spoken.

"I, hate, argue."

The short three words, like the religious shrine, let Doro and Ricky live in their mouths.

Luoman gently raised his head, his eyes were like electricity, and he shot Duro directly:

"You just have to say yes or no."

Douro is anxious:

"Of course not! I am your hand, always loyal to you..."

But he was interrupted again by his boss:

"But you don't sound so convinced."

The voice of the legendary wing is still smooth and empty, and it sounds like it is floating from the sky.

Douro was a stagnation.

He looked at the boss's eyes and subconsciously lowered his head.

It seems to start hesitating.

"They... my wife and daughter are really bad, adults."

Douro's tone was softened, his hand was smashed and stunned on the stables, and the words were difficult:

"My money can't be used... Sometimes I will find a way... with some businessmen... to make some money."

The wings of the legend frowned.

On one side, Felicia looked at Doro's embarrassment and couldn't help it anymore:

"Adults, these things we should deal with in the future, but the camp..."

But when she didn't finish it, she was pushed to the side by Frank and held her shoulder.

The middle-aged knight shook his head at the doubtful Felicia.

As a bystander, Tyres slightly frowned.

"Make money? Use intelligence?"

Ricky squinted at the braze:

"Your wife and daughter are not sick, they are only being poisoned by these assassins on a regular basis."

At this moment, Duro finally changed his face, and he turned to a solder that seemed to have been dead:

"what?"

Ricky sarcastically said:

"No thanks, but this is the cause."

On the other side, the subdued solderman smiled and bent down.

The wing of legends looks at Douro quietly:

"So, are you really selling intelligence?"

Duro’s face was iron, and he looked around at his peers, panicking:

"It's just that it doesn't matter. You know, there is no warning room in the blade camp. Merchants are always worried about law and order and want to get inside..."

His colleague, Frank sighed softly.

But Roman interrupted Douro:

"For example, this time, all the troops gathered in the blade camp, and the main force is standing by the so-called 'intelligence'?

Douro’s words are a glimpse.

"I……"

He was terrified, and the repeated blows made him react a little:

"But I don't know, adults, those ‘businessmen,’ I really don’t know them...”

The wings of the legend are still indifferent.

Felicia on one side can no longer see:

"Adult," she tentatively said:

"We still, still rescue camp first..."

Rohman interrupted her without hesitation:

"The camp is always solid."

He stared at Duro, who was sweating, and the cold in the tone even infected the air:

"But my deputies may not always be the same."

This said that Frank and Felicia around him were excited and screamed.

Douro trembled:

"grown ups!"

Roman took a step and slowly approached Douro's mount:

"Your family is seriously ill... Why don't you come to me?"

Duro Mingming, who was riding on the horse, was taller than Luoman, but at this time he looked like a trembling mouse and saw the mousetrap:

"I……"

In the next second, Tyres only felt a flash of white light, followed by Duro’s screams:

"what!"

The cavalry in the first few rows made a burst of exclamation!

When the shocked Taylors came back, Doro had already landed on the ground.

The boss of the freak didn't die. He lay on the sand, panting in shock, looking at the white gun body on his chest.

The tip of the gun is only a few inches from his throat.

"Also, because you know," Romans said coldly:

"I do not care."

The wing of the legend turned back and the white pike returned to his back.

This time, Duro exhaled a sigh of relief.

Just like the other cavalry.

"Snake." Romance channel.

On the third dune, a knight was pushed a bit, and then he rushed to Ma Chi, and it seemed a bit flustered.

"grown ups!"

Thales recognized it. He was another abilities under Doro's hand and once had a relationship with him in the desert.

The Wings of Legends raises their heads:

"Now, you are the new boss of the 'freak'."

The nickname of the snakeman’s knight, he looked at the ‘big boss’ Duro on the ground:

"Ah? But me-"

Frank on one side grabbed his arm and kept the panicked snake hand from talking.

"As for you."

"After today, retired," Roman looked at Duro lying on the ground with a dull face:

"Go to Nikola to solve the money."

"From stupid to blind, you have too much in common."

He turned cold and turned, letting Duro on the ground be raised by the snakeman and Felicia.

But in the next moment, the wing of the legend went to the brazier.

This suddenly attracted the attention of many people.

Cray, under Ricky's instructions, gently released the arm that pressed the solder.

"So, it is you."

Roman looked at the solder coldly:

"I reached out to the camp 18 years ago, but now I reach out to my army."

The sound of the legendary wing is light and empty, but it contains a chill:

"you."

The solder was slightly stagnation, as if it was scared by the other party's momentum.

He immediately sighed.

"Just just work."

The brazed bowed his head and coughed a few times, which looked like a wolf:

"As you, Baron, I just obey...higher orders."

What Taylors thought of was a little frown.

"I don't obey orders, assassins," the legendary wing replied coldly:

"I only protect my property."

Romans stepped forward, and with his tone, the handsome five senses seemed to be a sharp steel blade, and everyone who looked at him was:

"And the blade camp is my property."

"No one can move it."

Romane glared at the brazier:

"no one."

The brazer looked at him slyly, and it seemed that he was scared by the baron at this moment.

"You don't need this, adults, I have already admit defeat, and I will cooperate with you," I felt the meaning of the other party's words, the solder seems to be a little out of order, but he still tried to save himself:

"All this, including all the assassinations in the entire Scarlet Year, comes from our master's handwriting. His name is ‘Teng’—the Secrets must know him.

"And I can help you, help the secret department, help the Star Kingdom to find him."

The brazer was not willing to look at Tells:

"He has a terrible secret in his hand, including the mastermind of the Scarlet Year."

"Related to the fate of the entire star kingdom."

Frank and Felicia looked at each other, and even Sackel tightened his lips.

But this time, the brazier is miscalculated.

"But the blade camp belongs to me."

I saw the owner of the Blades Camp, the wing of legend, and Roman Williams stared at the solder intently, gently:

"Only belongs to me."

Taylors looked at the scene quietly.

The iron is anxious:

"Of course, and you protect it very well."

"Listen, I know who is involved in this incident, the northern people, the darkroom, and even other forces... I can take you to them..."

"My men still have a lot of resources to use, you can treat me as..."

However, the next moment, the wings of the legend will move!

The strange white light flashes instantly, grows into a gun, and goes straight to the heart of the solder!

"laugh!"

The sound of flesh and blood tears.

Tyre nerves are tight.

In the next second, the solder stayed low and looked at the endless blood flowing from the chest.

Do not.

He doesn't understand.

The words of the legendary wing are still going on, indifference, no feelings, just like not hearing the words at all:

"That'smine."

He looked at the brazier as if he was looking at a bug that was struggling.

The solder seems to finally understand his end.

He lifted his gaze from the fatality of his chest and tried to squeeze out a final smirk, and then he developed it:

"Hey, the shadow is not extinguished, forever..."

The white light flashed again and crossed the neck of the solder!

The latter’s last words were abruptly stopped.

"Those who want to move it from my hands..."

Romane facelessly carrying the head of the man who had been cut, letting the blood of the gun on his right hand bleed:

"...all pays the price."

The headless body of the drill fell softly on the ground.

Taylors stared at this scene with his eyes wide open:

The Shield of the Shadow Shield, who once manipulated the clouds in the night of Longyan City and the Blades Camp, died quietly in a corner of the desert.

Even the last words are not complete.

But in the next moment, the gun body in Romance's hand was taken into a short spear and pierced into the mouth of the human head!

His next move made the fast rope cover his mouth in horror:

"I have one -"

Taylor looked at Roman's movements slyly: I saw him leisurely and skillfully using a short spear to tear the flesh and blood on the head, in-

Cutting?

Everyone is changing!

In the terrible slight friction, the flesh and blood splashed and the blood dripped.

Romance is very skilled and his expression is light.

It's like cutting vegetables.

Seeing people around me chilling.

Fortunately, Roman did not like much, or Taylors even guessed: he must have a little song at the moment.

Soon, after a few seconds, the brazier’s eyes were left with only two blood holes, and his jawbone was already separated from the skull.

The more the head is stunned, the blood is dripping.

Seeing Thales creeps.

And Roman took up the gun body and turned his hand to the half-head in his hand. The expression...

Just like watching one...

Crafts.

This idea made Taylors a bit cold.

Everyone's face is not very good-looking, only Frank coughed:

"grown ups?"

The wing of the legend came back and threw the semi-human head of the drill to Frank, who endured the great disgust and caught it, turning the **** eye hole on the other side.

Romance was indifferent and quiet, but Tyres always felt that the other person was in a good mood at the moment.

He grabbed a handful of sand and licked the blood on his hand:

“Handle it first, and then burn it after the war.”

Burning?

Tyres frowned.

“The quality of the Chirusa Cracked Chief is not bad.”

In the face of his strange eyes, Roman shook his shoulders and knocked on the ugly half of the orc skull on his left shoulder.

"It’s been more than ten years, I’m tired of wearing it, I want to change it...”

The legendary wing pointed to the skull that was being tied to the horse by Frank, whispering:

"Lighter."

(End of this chapter)