Amidst the sea of fire and chaos, someone in the team discovered that the guard who should be the core of the team had disappeared.
The situation is really chaotic at this time, and it is not easy to find someone. However, this guard is a mainstay. He always charges forward and never delays in issuing orders. He is the backbone of everyone. When encountering difficulties, look for him and see him. How come the kind of person who feels at ease suddenly disappears?
And because the leader disappeared, the turtle bandits lost order and the scene became increasingly chaotic.
From all directions, there are not only the sounds of fire, but also the roars of ferocious beasts, and the screams of phantoms like ghosts crying. When these sounds gather together, they are a huge torture to human ears.
As the voices came and went, more and more people found something wrong.
Except for Shi Chunqing, who has been missing for a long time, the voices of these ferocious beasts and phantoms should not be so harsh.
However, those voices were never far away, and seemed to be always floating around him and others. The shadows of those ferocious beasts were still vaguely visible even through the dark night.
Not only is it not far away, but... it's getting closer? !
Instead of causing harm to others, the evil spirits that had just dispersed gathered around themselves instead?
No, not only is the beast getting closer and closer, but it seems like the sky is getting darker too?
Although it was dark before and there was still a little light reflected on the water, why now the light seems to have been swallowed up by a monster, leaving only the blinding night and the scarlet hole of the beast in the distance?
The space is getting more and more cramped...
Unknowingly, everyone felt invisible walls approaching them all around, and they all felt as if they were suffocated by being locked in a deep cage. Immediately afterwards, the ferocious beasts and phantoms that hit the south wall had already come back, biting at themselves. Mixed with the burning sensation of fire, it felt like I was in purgatory.
At this time, in addition to the voices of ferocious beasts and phantoms, there was another voice——
That's the scream!
"ah--"
A thin old man put the jar in his hand to his ear and vaguely heard a few screams, but the sound was too low to be clear.
There is nothing you can do about it. If you put it in such a big space in a jar, a person would be as small as an ant. How can a person hear the sound that an ant makes?
He listened for a few times and found it boring. He shrunk the jar and put it aside. He stood alone on the boat on the water, turned to look at the other person in the same boat and said, "Thanks to you, I got clean so quickly tonight. "
Sitting next to him on the boat, there was a young man standing on the side of the boat. His cloak was blown gently by the night wind, revealing the attire that had been evaporated by the internal force. This is the leader of the turtle bandits coming from the water tonight. At the last moment, they found the long-lost Lord Protector. At this time, he did not have the majesty of the leader's orders and prohibitions. He just stood quietly. He looked like a girl of eighteen or nineteen years old, so calm and dull.
"It's nothing, it's what Tang Zhao and I agreed on."
The thin old man nodded and said: "I heard that, if you hadn't happened to occupy an important position among the turtle bandits and sent him precious news, he would not have been able to arrange it calmly despite his great ability. The battlefield has been moved outside Zhuoyu Villa. Tang Zhao is so lucky. Even though he doesn't have much experience, he can make so many good friends, and all of them are willing to help him in times of crisis. Do you know? In three years, maybe Four years ago, I met you.”…
The originally indifferent girl was startled for a moment and said, "Really? When?"
The thin old man said: "That's when you and Tang Zhao met. When you fought side by side to defeat the white-haired swordsman, I was also there."
The girl recalled it carefully, but she was still confused and asked: "Is there any?"
The thin old man said: "Yes, I still remember your appearance. It's 80% similar to what you looked like back then, but it's just longer and more outstanding. It's just that I was hiding in a jar at that time, so I recognize you, but you don't recognize me." . But even if you saw me at that time, you probably wouldn’t recognize me. Of course I was quite fat, but now I am much thinner. This is all because of hard work. I was suffocating in a jar at that time, but now I want to go back and live the leisurely life. Can not go back."
The girl suddenly realized that she still couldn't remember the jar, but the old man's words were accurate and correct. She asked: "Since you were there at the time, why didn't you come out to deal with the white-haired devil? You are so powerful. , it should be easy to deal with him, right?"
The old man laughed and said: "I did it to train that boy Tang Zhao, so I deliberately didn't interfere. If I hadn't given him a chance, how could he have had the chance to fight against the swordsman at such an age? Not only did he , you also benefited a lot, right?"
The girl raised her head slightly and said, "That was indeed an unforgettable experience. If I hadn't been thrown hundreds of miles away this time, how could I have gotten lost all the way north, and was finally dragged into the turtle bandits by the Zhu Kingdom?" She paused. After a pause, he said, "Will you take me out?"
The old man asked curiously: "Now?"
The girl said: "Yes. Only you can send people out here, right?"
The old man said: "It's okay to send you out. But are you sure you want to leave now? If you stay here one night, you can go directly to the sword-making conference tomorrow. When Tang Zhao breaks through the barrier, won't you be able to meet again? Now? Don’t you want to see him? "
The girl sighed: "I want to meet him, but tomorrow is not good. Tomorrow Shangzhu Kingdom should take action himself. I don't want to confront him. I don't like turtle bandits, and I don't want to be a rebel, but Shangzhu Kingdom treats me well."
The old man suddenly understood and said: "Okay, this is also a dilemma - but you said there will be another battle tomorrow? I thought it would all end tonight."
The girl said: "Well, there must be some. Remind Tang Zhao for me that they attach great importance to this operation, and we are just the vanguard. If it can succeed, it would be the best. If we fail, Shangzhu Kingdom will definitely take action himself. He is very strong Yes, you are a powerful swordsman. But you are also very strong. I think you can beat me."
The old man laughed loudly and said: "The little girl has good eyesight. She can tell at a glance that I am very strong. But I am so strong, but I will not take action easily. That would be too disrespectful. I will sit here. No matter what comes Strong enemies have to be dealt with by others, but I am not as active as some people. It was agreed at that time that I would be invited to host the guest house for Tang Zhao for a few days to hold them back. Tomorrow it will be over. .Come on, I’ll take you out.”
As he laughed, the boat rippled gently on the water.
"When it comes to the sword-making conference, I think of... a traitor!" A voice shouted as if it had discovered a new world.
“Hey, I’ve already written this.” …
"What the hell? Have you ever written about the relationship between the sword-making convention and the traitor?"
"No, it's already now, and I've written down everything that has anything to do with it. What's more, are the traitors and the sword-making conference far away? Anyone with a brain in Chincheng can think of it. You can think of it in a long time. , It seems that this guy has a very average mind."
"Damn it, just wait...I'll think about it again."
The audience was in chaos, and from time to time someone would pat their thighs and pop out a word. Maybe they could successfully write it down on the white paper at the top, but more often than not, they would find that seniors were already there, and they could only sit down in disappointment. rack your brains and think again.
I have been playing this word association game for more than half an hour. At first, everyone just tried to speak because of the rewards, but they didn't expect that this game was quite good. It is especially competitive, requires some brains, but does not use much. It is very suitable for these uneducated martial arts high rollers. You and I compete with each other for every word, and they can't stop playing. At this time, not only did everyone forget about the rewards, they almost forgot that this was just a warm-up game for the auction.
At this time, the white paper was already densely filled with vocabulary. I'm afraid there are less than a hundred words written on it, and there was no room to write more. Fortunately, the charlatans in the audience have limited imagination and haven't come up with new words for a long time.
Finally, the scar-faced man who had been sitting on the side with great interest stood up, and the tall, almost anxious woman sitting next to him suddenly stood up too.
"Okay, I think it's almost done, let's end the game here." The scar-faced man said to everyone with a smile, "Writing any more will not be good for your health."
Everyone's interest was interrupted, and they were all a little unfinished. They couldn't help but be stunned when they heard his words again: What does it mean that it is not good for the body?
You knights are all martial arts masters, and you are not afraid of fighting for days and nights. How come you are hurting your body just by sitting here and playing games for a while? Even if you rack your brains, that's just an adjective, okay? Can it really hurt your brain?
However, when it’s over, it’s over. When you play with some things, you will notice that once you stop and calm down for a while, you will find that they are just like that. Even if you think about it carefully, the heated scene just now is quite ridiculous. Everyone felt a little regretful, feeling that they had added black history out of thin air. If there weren't too many people here, they should have killed and silenced them.
So, the game is over, it’s time to sort out the rankings and give out rewards, right? Isn’t this what everyone came here for in the first place? That was Tianzihao information that had been fudged by ghosts, and it was worth at least a thousand pieces of gold. For people like them, the value of a piece of information might be better than the harvest from a trip to Zhuoyu Villa. After all, the risk was much smaller.
The scar-faced man did not announce the ranking, but looked at the white paper, shook his head and said: "I didn't expect that you all have such rich imaginations. It's really unexpected. The most common words associated with the Sword Making Conference are wealth and opportunity. , meteoric rise... what is this? Can a treasure of the level of a sword be described by mere wealth? I am short-sighted enough, and I don’t know who was deceived. No wonder this grand event that originally only related to swordsmiths and swordsmen ended up It has attracted so many unreasonable people. Although the rumors were deliberately spread, you are too stupid and easy to be fooled..."
The more he spoke, the more arrogant he became. Everyone heard something wrong, and their anger grew. At that time, some people jumped up and had a fit.
At this time, the scar-faced man took out a sword from his sleeve. The sword was about a foot long and almost transparent, with only a vague reflection flowing around.
Everyone turned their attention unconsciously and saw the scar-faced man raising his sword and stabbing it into the white paper.
"Swordsmanship - disappear."
When the sword fell, everyone's minds went blank and their expressions became confused.
