Chapter 483 killed them

"Adults, Felicia and Frank are already in place, and the troops on the **** are on standby!"

In the distance, a cavalry that looks like a commander came to them not far from the horseshoe and shouted to Luoman:

"They are waiting for your order!"

The Wings of Legends did not look back. He still stared at the stalwart of Tyres. The delicate earrings of the left ear contrasted sharply with the ugly skull of the left shoulder:

"Tell them, keep waiting."

In the face of strange orders, the commander hesitated for a moment, but eventually he was killed.

The three still stood face to face.

"So, everything will be clear."

Taylor looked at the cavalry that was far away, and solemnly said to Romance:

"You can't do it yourself, you can't let your men have doubts, you can't let the camp know the truth, you can't let the aristocrats be prepared, so you bought the blood whistle - maybe you are old friends, after all, they are War mercenaries, there are precedents for cooperation with the authorities."

The wing of legend is silent.

Ricky had no choice but to shake his head and made a funny expression to Roman, "Look, I will say it."

Tyres stared at the wings of the legend:

"You ask them to create chaos and conflict in the blade camp that is no longer yours, such as the prisoners who release the white prison, such as the logistics and garrison that disturb the lords, or something else."

Taylors looks at the Guards in the distance:

"And the reward you give them is the key to the mysterious black prison, let the mercenaries who have nowhere to go after the end of the tower, get the information they want most."

Tyres finished speaking and waited for the opposite response.

Romance does not speak, but only looks like a knife.

"remuneration?"

Instead, Ricky sighed and looked at the prince sarcastically:

"You are too arrogant, Your Highness - what kind of intelligence is worth our lives?"

"Come to be born and died for this guy?"

Roman is still silent.

“Maybe it’s not just rewards,” Taylors said quickly:

"Maybe someone has put on the ‘you kill me if you don’t do it.’”

The mercenary leader’s expression was stiff.

Tyres stares at the expressionless Roman, Nunu chin:

"like this."

Ricky turned his head and looked at the indifferent Roman, and smiled.

His laughter lasted for a few seconds:

"If I don't do it, I will kill you? Hahahaha - well, I have to say..."

Until the head of the Romans did not return, he snorted from the nose:

"funny?"

Ricky’s laughter stopped short.

He leaned back slightly, pushed forward with both palms, and made a modest expression of "you talk."

Tyres watched their interaction and could not help but frown.

So, does Roman know Ricky's true identity?

He knows, in fact, his partner is a different kind of death that will not die normally?

"So, that's your story?" Romant dismissed, and Ricky shrugged beside him.

Taylor's gaze back and forth between the two.

One party is the white ruler who represents the official and has the power.

One side is a black mercenary with a knife-smashing blood and a free law.

Protection and destruction, order and chaos.

One white and one black, one positive and one negative, one inside and one outside.

It turned out to be the case.

Two sides of a coin.

Freedom between war and blood, full of chaos and sin, full of scum and criminals' blade camp, has always been this way.

The wing of legend is the way to control his territory.

So, outside the camp?

The teenager suddenly figured out what.

"These stories," Taylor sighed and continued his topic: "All normal people want..."

"But what really surprised me was..."

Tyres hesitated and pointed to the blade camp that was smoking in the distance.

"The orcs, and the beasts."

Hearing the new words, Roman and Ricky frowned and looked at each other.

"The problem is coming: When the entire desert is blocked by the clearing of the desert, the gray hybrids - I mean the warriors of the riprap tribe, including the ridiculous people - how are the prophets, the light and simple, the less, the more Perfectly smashing the double isolation line and patrol whistle of the standing army and the recruiting troops, it is time to invade the camp that is in civil strife..."

Taylors revisited the bladed camp in the distance:

"Forcing the lords of the lords to panic and have to sound the seventh level alarm?"

This problem caused the two people to frown together.

Romane lowered his eyes and his expression was so cold that he couldn't add up.

Taylor looked up and looked at him without fear:

“Everyone is saying that the Wings of Legends is the most terrible nightmare of the orcs, and they are never merciless when slaughtering hybrids.”

Tyres indulges and recalls the horror in the desert:

"But a few days ago, when your fallen Stardust Guard teamed up with the Crowma family's Raven Whisker to chase the Ripper tribe, Kandar Nushan and his small units were in the pursuit of the Stardust Guard. , escaped the hunt."

"For this matter, Duro, who led the army, almost turned to the face of the aristocrats who recruited the soldiers and shot them on the spot."

Hearing the name, Roman looked at Tyre's eyes more and more unfriendly.

Tyres frowned:

"Tell me, Roman, have you really deliberately expelled Douro and let him leave the army because he was dissatisfied with the sale of intelligence?"

This sentence made Ricky frown.

And Roman's fist has been pinched unconsciously.

Just listen to Tyres softly:

"And you know, the orc leader really told me a lot."

At this moment, Tyres has a deep tone and has a precodice:

"A lot."

At this moment, Roman's almost perfect five senses finally showed a crack.

Just like the mask begins to break.

The sun faded and became golden.

The atmosphere at this moment became tense.

"Tell me, Baron."

"In an exotic and dangerous desert, for twenty years, as a glacier orc from the north, isolated," Taylors breathed deeply:

"How did Nu Mountain step by step, power slowly, and eventually become the squad of the split stone tribe, separated by one side?"

He stared at the skull on the left shoulder of the legendary wing:

"That is the same as you who have been stationed in the desert for twenty years, even with the same name on your left shoulder, the handsome and handsome orc bone..."

"does it matter?"

This sentence seems to make the air condense.

Just like the mouth that Roman was holding tightly, in that second, he seemed to really become a sculpture.

The silence lasted for a long time.

Even Ricky looked down and didn't move.

Finally, when Tyres couldn’t help but speak again, the legendary wing squinted at the opening:

"Kandal Wrath."

His tone is filled with unusual anger, not the heat, but the cold:

"That damn, restless ice hybrid."

"What did he tell you?"

No one knows, at that moment, the heart of Taylors jumped a beat.

I am grass.

Actually it is true.

He tried to breathe, thinking back to the brief encounter with the savage orc.

[Tell your father and tell Morat. 】

[I found you first. 】

[And I know who you are. 】

"Wow, the amount," the leader of the Sword of the Sorrow is quite swaying:

"The next part, I will temporarily avoid... you know, the military affairs..."

But Tyres shook his head.

"It doesn't matter, Ricky," although the teenager spoke to Ricky, his eyes never left Rome:

"I will not ask these secrets."

"Look at our friendship, you can continue to listen."

Ricky bent his lips and looked at him with a look. He seemed to be consulting him.

But the wing of the legend is silent. He just stares at Taylors as if he wants to dig out something that doesn't exist from the other's eyes.

The teenager re-cleared his thoughts:

"So the official statement would be like this: When the wings of the legend leave, the blade camp will become a mess, and the orcs and the savage people will even hear the wind and come back."

"The local aristocrats in the Western Wilderness not only could not protect the camp, but also suffered heavy losses and ugly."

Tyres’ eyes were locked in Romans’ body:

"And when the war is burning, all hopes are lost."

"Baron Williams, yes, it is still the most terrible and reliable wing of the legend, with his invincible army trek, returning in the trepidation and infinite fear of the people, the incompetence of the lords of the lords Hold your head and squat, descend from the sky, defeat foreign enemies, calm the civil strife, defend the camp, and save the world."

The prince took a deep breath:

"This is what you want."

"You want the blade camp to rely on your strength again and remember: you, Roman Williams, the Wings of Legends, are their true, unique, eternal masters."

Taylor extended his arm and reached out to the blade camp in the distance.

The wind and sand passed over his palm and it was cool.

The sun can also spill the back of his hand to bring warmth.

Cold and heat are intertwined on both sides of his palm.

Just like the temperature of this desert.

Just like the eyes of the legendary wing at the moment.

"So you are not in a hurry to rescue it - anyway, your manpower has long been withdrawn in the name of the prince, and even the logistics are scattered into the supply whistle."

Tyres felt the wind and sand, and said:

"On the contrary, you can't wait for the shadow of the shadow shield, the orcs and the ridiculous people to mess up, and hope that they will create more trouble for the camp. They will not be able to reinvent the strength of the Western princes, **** their fame and burn them. The supplies for the long-term stationing have left their army, and there is no place in the lost blade camp."

Romane speaks without saying that his handsome face is also subject to the breeze of the sand, but it seems to be unaffected by half.

Tyres whispers softly:

"You want to make their dreams broken, hope to destroy them; you want them to face the face, prestige all lost; you have to let them suffer heavy casualties, retreat; you want them to lose from the chip to the spirit, can not fail ""

"Then you will be able to justifiably take back the blade camp that belongs to you only in the ruins."

Both Roman and Ricky did not speak.

This time the silence was exceptionally long.

In the next second, Tyres’ eyes were condensed and the pupils gradually focused:

"Of course, what you didn't expect is."

He stared coldly at Roman and Ricky:

"I have appeared."

"Yeah, the cause of all this, the hostage prince who killed you in the blade camp, the comet comet that should have merged with the army in the desert, inexplicably entered the sand dune."

"He was involved in the action of Ricky with the Shadow Shield and the Northlanders."

Romans hugged his arms and exhaled slowly.

"Tell you," Ricky extended **** and hooked in the air, helplessly and slyly to Romance:

"'accident'."

Roman did not answer.

Tyres screamed coldly:

"I understand that you don't like me: because of me, you lost the blade camp, and maybe you lost your army and power."

"And you want to take it back."

Taylors stared straight at the wings of the legend:

"I can help you, just promise me a few conditions."

At that moment, Romans slowly looked up.

The handsome knight looks far into the horizon and looks deep.

"What makes you think that you have compiled a few funny stories," his voice as always calm and clear:

“Is it qualified to talk to me about conditions?”

Taylors took a deep breath.

"Because if you don't agree."

Tyres has the courage to try to make his voice sound confident and steady:

"The whole camp, the entire western front, including those who are awesome to you, will know that the beautiful and moving legendary wing is actually a hypocrite who colludes with the orcs and framed the camp, and is their real enemy."

Roman's eyes are moving!

"And the lords of the West, such as the famous Duke of Falkenhaus, will know that you have tried your best to drive them away and to occupy the blade camp."

Tyres gnaws:

"And I assure you that by that step, the blade camp will never be yours."

The wings of the legend slammed down!

Terrified Tyres.

"When you threaten me, do you know that you have no chips in your hand?"

At this moment, Romance is murderous:

"Even if you know this, but what can you do?"

Tyres was in a tight heart.

He gloomyly looked at the wings of the legend.

Romane snorted and showed the royal guards in the distance sideways - the latter, under the care of the cavalry, were nervously waiting for the results.

"Rather, look at my chips - your prisoners are full of food."

The wings of the legend take a step forward, with a faint oppression:

"Listen, prince."

"You threaten me a little more," Romane's original eye-catching appearance seems to be aggressive at this second:

"I will kill one of them."

"Until killing."

Tyres secretly clenched his fists.

Ricky looked at the more unfamiliar atmosphere, frowned, and took a step back subconsciously.

"I can even stun you now and send it back directly to the king."

The legendary wing is like a knife:

"For you and their lives, you better not resort to stupidity."

Romane slowly stumbled until the pair of amber scorpions looked at Tyres.

There was a warning in his eyes:

"Because the weak is like you, in addition to a useless title, what chips, no power."

Tyles swallowed subconsciously, only feeling chest dull and bitter.

Damn it.

This damn...

Luoman looked at the young man who was trembling and angry and couldn't speak. He snorted and straightened up.

"You go back to the king directly with the cavalry. The blade camp is not ready to entertain you."

He turned and was about to leave.

Ricky spread his hand beside him, revealing a look that "you know it now."

Taylors took a deep breath.

This damn...

There is a good skin in the air...

Asshole military.

He is really... fed up.

Taylors took a deep breath for the last time, then blinked!

"Ricky."

The sudden prince made the two men step forward.

This time, Taylor's tone is calm and indifferent:

"If my group of prisoners is in the middle, even if one person has less hair..."

Ricky turned back in confusion.

"Or I will be sent away by this little white face..."

Romanh squinted uncomfortably.

"Then after you left here, you spread the things you have been employed in the Wings of the Legend, including the truth you just heard, to the Blades Camp, to the entire kingdom, especially to the ears of the Westerners." Tell them everything."

Ricky was a glimpse.

The wings of the legend frowned.

"You are really humorous, Your Highness," the mercenary immediately laughed and laughed:

"Why do I want to..."

Tyres suddenly raised his tone and interrupted him:

"Because I promise you in the name of comet, just like the Red King promised to the early generation of Krassu!"

Tyres has a fire in his eyes, and Krassu, who is screaming at the sword of disaster:

"As long as I complete this commission, you will always have the friendship of Tells Comet and a place in the Star Kingdom!"

Ricky made a slight meal.

Roman's expression slowly changed.

But Taylors is still gnashing his teeth and smashing the iron:

"And I will tell you the hiding place of the Black Sword, tell you the bottom of the Black Sword, and tell you the power of the end of the Black Sword..."

"I will even tell you the whereabouts of the dragon and the way to use it - by the way, the name of the weapon is the head of the world, it is indeed a legendary anti-magic arm, once in the city of Longyan six years ago Sealed the disaster!"

The information contained in this passage was too much and too heavy, so that the two did not react at all, and stayed where they were.

Until Ricky was slightly shocked:

"What? Net..."

Taylors looked up!

"This commitment is permanent and you can do it at any time."

Ricky stunned.

But the next sentence of Thales makes the two people in front of them change together:

"Now, Baron, if you want to move me, then you better kill Ricky!"

Thales said:

"Unless you believe that in the future, in the face of interests, this sword will stick to his conscience and loyalty, reject my temptation, and keep a secret for you!"

At that moment, Ricky's expression was innocent and wonderful.

He stared at Tyres.

The expression of the legendary wing has also changed.

From indifference to no waves, into anger!

Buters is still rushing to continue:

"But you can't tell Ricky how many things he has under his gang, so the safest thing is, you have to kill them all..."

At this moment, Taylor's eyes are extremely cold:

"Do not leave alive."

Ricky's face instantly collapsed.

"His Royal Highness... this, this..."

His eyes stalked back and forth between Taylors and Roman, and it seemed that he could not understand how the situation would change so suddenly.

Tyres snorted at Ricky, his eyes not far from the legendary wing of horror:

"Why, do you really think that I called you over and listened because we are in good faith?"

Ricky's eyes changed!

He glanced at Roman, and sinned against Tels:

"Grass you."

Tyres snorted:

"You're welcome."

Ricky sighed and turned to the wing of legend:

"Baron, you know me..."

"I can't... this comet is a scorpion..."

Roman did not look at him, but slowly nodded:

"I know."

Ricky seems to want to say something, but in the end it is still looking back.

They stared at the prince with sorrow and dissatisfaction.

But Taylor can feel that the two people's confrontation is getting less and less.

"you."

Romans stepped forward coldly, slowly raising his arms to Tyres and reaching the white gun body behind him:

"You don't know him."

"And you don't know your situation."

Luoman gently pulled out the shortened gun body.

Looking at each other's actions, Taylor's nerves began to get nervous.

He took a deep breath and shouted:

"Where is he?"

Roman's arm was a slight meal.

"Before you start, my bodyguard... Where did the unknown person you said go?"

Tyres resisted the fear in his heart and turned to Ricky:

"Are you not surprised?"

Ricky apparently remembered something unpleasant.

He turned his head in vigilance and looked at the four wild.

And Tyres squinted his eyebrows:

"Well, this is bad."

Roman frowned and his face was bad.

I saw Tyres sneer:

"Because once I am stunned by you, he will immediately go to the bed of the Duke of Falkenhaus and tell him everything, especially the advice of Prince Teres: no matter how much the legendary wing forces them, no matter the loss More heavy, more ugly face, the Western aristocratic lords must not withdraw troops, can not leave, can not let go!"

Tyres hates teeth:

"They must be rooted in the blade camp like the roots of the site! They can't let anyone intervene in the power affairs there, even if they are famous stars and three marshals!"

The wing of the legend holds the arm of the gun body tighter and tighter.

The prince points to the direction of the blade camp:

"Because that is what King Majesty promised to them, the reward they deserve after saving the prince, is their most orthodox property, no matter what kind of crisis predicament, you can't give up!"

"I will let them know that the blade camp is only for them!"

Tyres gasped and stared at the people in front of him.

The wings of the legend are short of breath and screaming.

He turned his head and stared at the blank sand around him.

But the only answer to him was the rustling wind.

Tyres slowly, one word at a time:

"Now, either do it, then wait for my nameless person, or Ricky around you to inform."

This made the Ricky next to it a bit unhappy.

"Let them bury all the hard work you have done in the past few months, losing your army forever, your status, your power, your reputation, and the blade camp you have fought for for more than a decade,"

"Either put the weapons away and listen to my conditions."

The voice fell.

Roman's gun body trembled in an angry grip.

Ricky looked at the prince incredulously.

"You," the voice of the legendary wing has changed, not the pleasing clearness, but the sharpness of the monks:

"Do you believe it or not, if I am desperate -"

But Tyres interrupted him:

"Do you believe that you killed me now?"

Tyres took a deep breath and looked at the legendary wing that was so handsome but also horrible:

"of course."

He bites his teeth:

"Because in this world, all the waste that only knows power is..."

"I think so."

Roman's eyes have changed.

From disgust and disdain, to anger and hatred.

Also with an ominous light.

"Because they are already poor, there is only worship of power."

Tyres frowned:

"And this idea is doomed: even if they have the power, they can only be waste."

He suddenly remembered the black sword.

I remembered the other side’s rushing to the sea of ​​flesh and blood.

Think of what he said to himself, about the real strong.

Somehow, when the scene emerged in his mind, Tells felt a lot of peace of mind.

As if fear and tension were flattened.

"waste?"

"You dare to say it." Romance's words came out of his teeth and filled with hatred.

Tyres took a deep breath and faintly said:

"You know, Romance, many of my enemies, like you are now, either care only about my status, or just pay attention to my subordinates."

"They think that the little princes other than this have neither chips nor strength, but they are a weak person who can't move the sword. It's worthless."

"But you all made the same mistake."

Romane narrowed his eyes, but the anger did not disappear.

The next moment, "squeaky", the short gun in his hand instantly stretched out, revealing a sharp gunpoint!

Taylors subconsciously shrank his body.

Stabilize, Tyres.

Stabilize.

He just wants to stun me...

And before that...

"The chips and power you said," Tyres squeezed his fist and forced himself to speak:

"Only in the hands of those who know how to use it is really important."

The fear in his heart slowly dissipated, and the trembling of the body disappeared from the senses.

"Because the important thing is not chips and power," the prince whispered:

"It's people who use them."

At that moment, Ricky looked at his eyes differently.

Taylors looked up and his eyes were burning.

The wings of the legend of the thorns and anger.

"Please allow me to introduce myself again, Lord Baron."

Facing the handsome man in front of him, the teenager smiled:

"Tells Comet."

"I don't need to be a king."

"You can also want you to look good."

Time seems to stop at this moment.

The anger in the eyes of the legendary wing cannot be added.

All the sounds disappeared, and only the heartbeat of Tyres became extremely harsh.

One second.

Two seconds.

In the third second, the gun tip of Thales shook!

For a moment, the juvenile hair is upright, and the sin of the dead prison river rises uncontrollably!

He almost thought that the wing of the legendary tale will shoot him.

but……

After a few seconds, the tip of the gun was still slowly, one meal...

Hang down.

In the end, the wing of the legend put down his arm.

He seems to have used his strength for a lifetime to finish this action.

After a few seconds, all the sounds returned to the boy's ears as the blood fell back.

Tyres closed his eyes and exhaled slowly.

It feels like I have escaped.

"you."

I saw that Luo Man’s anger and laughter suppressed the angrily and slowly nodded:

"Really not afraid of death."

Roman slowly pulled the gun back to his back.

Ricky on the side is also relieved.

"No, not afraid of death."

Looking at the tip of the gun that returned to its original position, Tyres loosed his shoulder and smiled:

"just……"

"I believe that in the desert, I have been alone for 20 years. In the face of the threat of desert and the exclusion of the nobility, I can still kill a **** road and throw out a famous wing of legend..."

“It’s much smarter than the waste.”

Romanh raised his brow.

Tyres stared at him closely:

"and so……"

"Transaction complete?"

Roman did not pay attention to him, but stared at Taylors for a long time.

Until his mouth was slightly tilted.

Taylor looked at him doubtfully.

Surprisingly, the wings of the legend turned and scorned Ricky:

"You don't really go to inform you?"

Aside from the side, Ricky sighed and stared at the skull on the other's left shoulder:

"I like my head very much."

"Especially when it's still on my shoulder."

Roman sneered.

Tyres stared at them, not sure.

After a few seconds, the legendary wing turned back:

"Children, you dare to take the ownership of the blade camp to threaten me..."

"But you thought, everything that happened here now..."

“Is it really just my wish?”

Tyres’s expression was slightly stiff.

"The standing army of the permanent blade camp is less than 2,000 and the cavalry is less than five hundred," Roman said with a cold cry:

"But this time, from the West to the Central, the standing army stationed in the field has all been pulled to support. There are even many rotation soldiers who are serving the Broken Dragon Fortress. The Cavalry is more than two thousand."

"Only to match the recruitment power of the Western Wilderness."

"Do you know what it means?"

The legendary wing sneer:

"Do you think that they really just came to pick you up?"

Tyres looks a little.

Really just come...

Pick you up home...

The words of the legendary wing are lingering in my mind.

He couldn't help but take a deep breath and empty his mind.

"I know."

The juvenile seems to have suffered a blow, and it has been difficult to bend the corner of his mouth and swear:

"A mobilization of troops, by welcoming the prince's head, to test the strength of the West..."

Taylors looked up and looked at the burning camp far away.

"And once you find weaknesses, you will beat each other, weaken your strength, fight fame, fight your ambitions, and strengthen your influence and control over Bentham and the desert."

"Showing your own strength, at the same time, the princes who are ready to move back to the original shape of the service."

I know.

Just like... before.

Tyres first thought of the Arunde family in the north, and remembered the dragon blood afterwards, could not help but sigh slowly:

"There is no waste in one fell swoop."

"This is really in line with..."

"His style."

he.

The gust of wind blew, and the earrings of the legendary wing swayed.

The three were silent for a while.

"So you understand, understand how big this is, how much it involves, even the secret is in it."

Ricky pressed his own waist and seemed to have a solution:

"Then why are you still so... Reckless?"

The sun continued to rise, and the desert began to turn from a groggy cool color to an endless golden color.

"You said, Ricky," Teres is quite depressed:

"The power of the end is the soldier himself."

"And the sin of the prison is not just waiting for imitation."

Ricky first glimpsed and smiled.

The wing of the legend smirked, and it seems that anger and killing have faded.

This makes his face look extraordinarily sunny:

"Tells, right?"

Romain stepped forward.

He held the shoulders of Tyres with one hand and looked straight into the eyes of the teenager.

"The conflicts in the desert, of course, come and go, stop and stop."

His scorpion reflects the constant horizon of the sand dunes and the wasteland, and sees that Teres is somewhat distracted.

The baron looked at Teres deeply:

"But you better remember."

The expression of the legendary wing in that second is extremely complicated:

"The war in the revival palace..."

"Eternal world."

Taylors was a glimpse and then silenced.

Fuxing Palace.

Ricky raised his mouth and shook his head toward Roman.

The wing of the legend snorted and let go of the shoulders of Tells.

"Let's say, what do you want."

"...so that you can no longer mischief destroy your father's plan?"

At that moment, the stones in the heart of Taylors really landed.

He took a deep breath and drained the extra thoughts out of his brain.

The teenager looked into the distance and looked at the group of people who looked at them anxiously and expectantly.

Roman and Ricky also turned their eyes.

"The prisoners in the black prison, they are the former royal guards."

Little Barney, Belletti, Tarding, Cannon, Buri.

and also……

Saciel.

At that moment, Tyre’s eyes flashed in hesitation.

"I know, a group of old hard bones that can't die." Roman looked far away from the figure of the penalty knight and frowned.

Tyres gently closed his eyes.

"You want me to be a jailer, turn a blind eye, let them go?" The wing of legend is whispering behind him.

The next second, the prince opened his eyes decisively!

"Do not."

His brows are wrinkled and his eyes are cold:

"I want you……"

Tyres cold channel:

"Kill them."

(Malaysia Golden Knife) I see who else dares to call me a broken dog! Who else? Who?

By a murderous sword

(End of this chapter)