MTL - Kingdom’s Bloodline-Chapter 700 important

"Oh! This is really cruel! The blood is pouring out, it must be very painful... But even if the opponent is severely injured, Brother Ba Li is not in a hurry. He is still very cautious, neither putting down the shield nor putting down the spear, but paces slowly. , Approaching the opponent in a circle... Oh! This defense is beautiful, Brother Ba Li returns without success... Wait! Brother Ba Li just lured the enemy, now it's... Ouch! I don't want to suffer this, It looks so painful... ah! Turn around again! Gentlemen remember to cover the eyes of the female companions, this scene is not suitable for sleeping... Are you still not surrendering, if I do, so as not to bleed too much... That's right , that's right! The opponent dropped the weapon, and he raised his hand to admit defeat! The battle is over! The magistrate, the doctor, and the stretcher team rushed in... Although helpless, perhaps unwilling, and a little desperate, it is definitely worth it, after all, the bonus No matter how rich it is, you have to live to enjoy it first!”

The sun was setting in the west, and the sunset was shining in the sky. There were dozens of one-on-one duels in the arena, and even the loud-sounding hosts on the stage were replaced by two. Excited, until people lit the lights, torches were lit in the field, and the whole arena was lit up like daylight, and the selection team finally decided the final top eight.

  In the field, the warriors illuminated by the inextinguishable lights raised their spears and strong shields and roared up to the sky.

   "Everyone, the winner of this duel, that is, the last person to be selected as the top eight, is the barren mountain warrior from the other side of the sea - Brother Azayi Juyong Ba Li!"

   The host's voice was conveyed to all places in the arena through a specially-made sounding tube and also relying on the circular layout of the arena, arousing enthusiastic cheers from the audience.

"Listen to the cheers from the audience, even the lights are shaking! You can see that people love Brother Ba Li to death, they call him 'Barren Mountain Rapids', because the battle with him will definitely not be boring! "

The messengers specially recruited for the election team hurried back and forth between the stands and even inside and outside the venue, passing on information such as the battle situation, ranking, and matches. After a while, there were more, bigger and more vague cheers from outside the venue ( or boos), and further down the city, someone even set off fireworks, lighting up the dark night sky.

   "Brother Ba Li, there is something real in his hands." D.D stood in the aisle under the Duke's stand, holding a pen and paper, and nodded slightly as he looked at the blood-covered barren hill man roaring with a spear.

"He can't change his habits on the battlefield, so he sees blood," Morgan, who was beside him, lowered his head and lit his pipe, softly agreeing, "When you reach the quarterfinals, it's just something, but... hum, what can you do with this ability? No, you have to come to show off."

"Hey, everyone has their own aspirations," D.D was lying on the low rail next to him, rustling something down, "If I were to be decapitated and shed blood, I would definitely rather receive flowers and cheers in the ring and at the venue. ."

   Morgan hummed dismissively and turned away.

   The host's amplified voice sounded again, overshadowing their whispers:

"There are more than 100 players who will pass the preliminary test this time, including many popular players who have been famous for a long time. Naturally, they are popular. Of course, there are also young and vigorous rookies. The unpopular and powerful players are a blockbuster! This is a grand event that has not been seen in many years! Finally, they have gone through layers of fighting, breaking through obstacles, and deciding the final eight!"

   Following the host's words, the top eight players walked out of the tent one after another, while receiving cheers from the audience, they were wary of each other from left to right.

  D.D squinted his eyes and carefully took notes while looking at these players.

"found it!"

   The sound from behind shocked Doyle, and the pen and paper almost came out of his hand. After seeing who was coming, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Scared me to death and thought the Terror Blade was alive... oh oh, Wyya, wait a minute, yes, it's you, True Wyah, take a breath," D.D put away the pen and paper, holding the sweaty head , Wyah, panting, "What did you find? The betting point of the rake discount?"

  Wyar was taken aback for a moment.

   The next second, the host's voice suddenly sounded, startling them all:

"First of all, the 'Hundred-Step Ranger' Kong Geyou, who was selected by the New Suburban Police Department and the Night Workers Guild, defends justice with a big sword and punishes Xiao Xiao with a backhand flying knife! His skills are trained from his career as a mercenary and an adventurer. Yes! It is said that he has traveled thousands of miles and seen hundreds of cities before finally deciding to settle in our beautiful Emerald City. He is a hero in the new suburbs, and everyone respects it! Within a hundred paces, the gangster disappears, where the ranger is, Citizens are safe! Everyone, this is one of the top eight in this election: the Hundred-Step Ranger!"

   Amid the chaotic cheers and applause around, Wyah had to raise the volume:

   "What bets... No, I mean, I just found a few city hall clerks, and a few chambers of commerce secretaries, using my father's name to coerce and lure..."

   "What? Intimidation? You?" D.D was a little surprised.

"I know, and I don't want to, but now in this situation-in short, I have probably figured out the resume of the defense attorney, and it is worth noting," Wyah thought of something, took out his notebook, and snatched it, "borrowing the pen. Come on, my own is broken, while my memory is still clear..."

   "Wait, I'm still using—"

  D.D didn't have time to protest, he heard Wyya muttering:

"Slimani, he passed the official public service examination and qualification examination 20 years ago and became a formal security officer. He has a good reputation in the department and is helpful. His colleagues praised him as a 'guardian' Pen' and 'Report Expert'..."

  Doyle felt that the name sounded familiar and scratched his ears.

   "Not surprising." A thick and heavy voice came from behind, and Doyle shuddered.

   "Zombie! Scared me! I thought..."

  D.D turned around and said sternly:

   "Where have you been? You know, we are at a very critical moment, and His Highness is in need of manpower!"

   Glover just came back from the sidelines, he hugged his bandaged arm and squinted at the note in D.D's hand:

   "You mean the people who calculate the odds and place the bets?"

   "Cough, now is not the time to talk about this," D.D calmly closed the note and odds sheet and turned to Wya: "Then what? Go on, what happened to Slimani?"

  Wiya didn't pay attention to this little episode. After rushing to finish recording, he returned the pen to D.D. The latter started to scribble on the odds sheet again:

   "Nine years! Nine years ago, at the most critical moment of accumulating seniority and promotion, Slimani suddenly resigned as a vigilante and switched careers as a defense attorney!"

   "Resign? Why?"

   Not far from the opposite side, the sergeants of the Emerald Legion have been vigilantly staring at this big man of the Star Lake Guard here—until the fierce Glover stared back abruptly, not allowing an inch.

   "Because he's in trouble." Another voice came from behind.

   Several people have a meal together.

   "Old Kong!"

   Doyle, who was looking at the notes on the cat's head, shivered again, he couldn't bear it any longer: "Are you walking without making a sound!"

   "You're too focused on your writing."

   Guard Kongmuto raised his eyebrows, but he was stunned for a moment:

   "Hey, Master Caso is writing business with the notebook, but what are you doing with the notebook..."

  D.D swallowed his saliva. Fortunately, the host's words sounded again, overshadowing them:

"The handsome and agile swordsman Levin Jabari was once the main actor of an acrobatic troupe in Tyron, until an old knight discovered his talent in weapons and switched to swinging swords and won championships all over the world. , out of control! Known as the 'Freedom Sword Dancer', he was light and agile in the battle before the quarter-finals, strolling leisurely, his posture fluttering like a fairy, walking between the close victory and defeat, letting everyone Ladies are crazy about it! God, if the election is going to be a vote for the winner, then folks, we can declare it over now!"

  In the field, a light knight with feathers on his helmet elegantly swung two rapiers, bowed to the surrounding stands, and welcomed a large field of flowers and coins.

"Oh, it's this guy dressed like a peacock, he has a problem," D.D was refreshed when he saw this, he looked at his notes, "In at least two battles, his opponents were obviously good, but they always Doing some pompous moves, and then losing out to him in a strange way, just in the last few strokes, creates a situation where this guy perseveres, fights to the end, and finally turns defeat into victory."

   "No wonder, I think his odds have changed a bit... tsk tsk, I guess someone will lose miserably." Kongmuto was stunned.

   "It's okay, my stepmother said that money flows," D.D raised his pen and laughed, "If someone loses, it means that someone must make a profit..."

   "Guardian Kongmuto, why do you say that Slimani resigned because something happened? What happened?"

  Wiya squeezed in front of them with a serious look.

   Seeing everyone looking at him, Kong Muto straightened his collar with a satisfied expression.

"In fact it wasn't Slimani, it was his old boss, and I guess it was also the backstage and the umbrella - Jeff Rene, who was also dead. Rene was originally a police chief, a slippery old fritter. You can't find mistakes in doing things, and you can't be offended by both black and white. Even if the entire police hall is taken over, and all the superiors and subordinates squat in without falling, he can get away with nothing..."

   Conmutto smiled mysteriously:

"It wasn't until ten years ago that Rene was removed from the hat of the canal district police chief and reduced to a first-class police officer. Later, he was found out for corruption and bribery... Hehe, if he fell, then Slimani must also be If I can’t get along anymore, can’t I just resign?”

  Wiya pondered while wondering:

"How did you know?"

  Conmuto's face collapsed when he heard this, he took out his shriveled wallet and sighed in pain:

   "I went to find an acquaintance at the local police station and lent him a lot of money to bet..."

  D.D patted his thigh and regretted it:

   "Oops! Why would you lend him money if you have money!"

   "Ten years ago?" A female voice suddenly sounded.

   Everyone turned around.

   "Mira!"

  D.D subconsciously put away the notes, and only let out a sigh of relief after seeing who was coming:

   "You scared me!"

   But Miranda ignored it and asked, "Guard Conmuter, you said that Rene lost his post ten years ago?"

  Conmutuo nodded:

   "To be precise, uh, it's not exact, it is rumors in the vigilante hall that Rene was sacked by a political enemy..."

   "'Snow Beast' Denver Boo!"

   The host's voice grows untimely:

"Look! This is a beast that you absolutely don't want to see on your journey! From outside the Quegour Glacier line of defense, north of the ancient "human last line of defense", a savage and terrifying savage northerner who drank blood and slept in the wind from a young age! He eats food for eight people in one meal, and an axe can cut through a two-person bastard! Roaring is his only language, madness is his only character, and cruelty is his greatest belief! Meeting his contestants Be careful, and the guests who bet on him will be happy!"

  A giant man with a dirty body appeared in the center of the arena, threw down a double-sided axe with a bang under the light of the lights, slapped his chest and roared loudly, causing exclamations in the audience.

"Another bragging," Miranda couldn't help but chuckle, "except for the Orcs and the Glacier Watches trained by Fort End, no one can survive north of Thirty-Eight Watches--unless you take two with you. Hundred barrels of eternal oil and five hundred trucks of firewood are burned every day for warmth."

   Everyone was stunned for a moment, and the eyes of the giant man became more and more strange.

   "Also," Miranda shook her head, "the further north you go, the smaller the size of the axe, and the size of the weapon is more and more suitable for being carried around the body. When the thirty-eight outposts are covered with snow and dripping into ice..."

   "That's it," D.D's eyes lit up, and he reopened the note-taking, "I see, thanks."

   "It's called hunting." A voice came from behind D.D's shoulder.

   "Fuck - little silly lion!"

  Doyle turned his head and roared on his hips: "Didn't your father teach you not to approach people from behind!"

   "No, because it's unnecessary," Paul Bozdoff responded calmly, "In Xihuang, people who don't even know who is approaching from behind can hardly survive."

  D.D choked.

   "So, ten years ago, Rene resigned, and nine years ago, Slimani resigned," Paul turned to Wyah and the others, "right?"

  Wiya's eyes lit up:

   "Master Bozdorf, have you noticed that too?"

  Paul shook his head:

"Please, I'm not a young master. Also, I just found out a little bit of information about the deceased this morning, and our old friend, the Caqueret-level security officer: Guess, when did he start from the prison guards? The captain was promoted and transferred to become a vigilante?"

  Miranda's eyes moved:

   "Ten years ago?"

   "No, but it's almost the same. It was eleven years ago."

   Glover brows move:

   "Eleven years ago, Caquere was transferred... how did you know?"

  Paul stretched out his thumb for a comparison: "In a certain stand, there is a noble boy whose ancestors are said to be from the branch of the Bozdorf family and who immigrated to the local area from Heroes Castle."

   "Moving from the West Wasteland to the South Bank?" Kong Muto said, "How long does this branch have to be?"

   "It's quite far, so far that I think he's just a liar who wants to take advantage of the election to infiltrate the upper-class circles and swindle the big family."

  D.D's eyes lit up: "So?"

"So I patiently listened to him count his family tree and pretended not to know that he mispronounced my grandfather's name," Paul said nonchalantly. Give it to me, including that Caquere vigilante who was in the Emerald City prison a long time ago, taking cards, cheating and deceiving, all the crooks and robbers who squatted in it hated him."

  Wiya's eyes moved:

   "But Caquere was eleven years ago..."

   But D.D waved his hand to interrupt him: "Hey, don't interrupt, get back to the point, what about the liar who pretended to be your family?"

  Wiya couldn't believe it: "The point? Isn't it—"

"Oh, after that, he drank too much and said drunkenly that he had an inside story and knew who was the default champion, so he was going to bet to make a fortune, but when he touched it, he found that he had lost his wallet. Ask me if I have any spare money." Paul was expressionless.

   "Then what?" D.D looked at Paul expectantly.

   "Then I took him home."

  Wiya was surprised: "Go home?"

   "Don't worry, he's still alive," Paul said calmly, "It's very common in the Western Wilderness."

   alive?

   Everyone looked at each other, only D.D sighed in disappointment.

   "So, Paul," D.D closed the notebook and said sternly, "Do you have any spare money?"

  Paul frowned, and before he could answer, the host's voice sounded again:

"Tate Bischoff! The black-armored foot soldiers from the Maple Point Coast have won many battles, but they are all ironic: his opponent in the first battle had a mistake in the joint of the shoulder armor, and his opponent in the second battle had a broken foot. Garlic, in the third round, it was Bischoff's turn to fall, but he broke his opponent's thigh by mistake! In the knockout round of the fourth round, the master who came back from the end tower retire from the game, Bischoff made a bye to advance, and made an upset kill. Into the final eight! In view of this, the audience has given him the nickname: 'The Sword of Destiny'!"

   Following the introduction, the black armored warrior took two steps forward and waved his hand awkwardly, but there were only a few people in the stands, but there was a lot of laughter.

   "The opponent is about to retire... Well, I'm afraid there is something wrong with this guy, to balance the odds..." Conmutuo shook his head again and again.

   "Someone—someone with money and power—wanted him to be in the quarterfinals, so he bribed his opponents, including the one who retired." Paul said gloomily.

   "Then it's too obvious to manipulate?" Wyah frowned.

"Oh, no, no, you don't understand this... The way here, it should be the only one who retired from the competition who was not bought off," Doyle was very excited, "so he was forced to 'retire', out of It was an accident that it would be so obvious."

   "This Bischoff," Miranda said suddenly, "I watched his fight, and the rhythm was not simple."

  D.D pricked up his ears: "Rhythm? What do you mean?"

  Miranda's eyes are clear: "He has two strokes, and it's not just funny and good luck."

   Everyone sighed together.

   Glover frowned: "Really?"

   "You mean... so many games before, he looked clumsy and funny, and he was pretending?"

  D.D's face changed slightly, he looked around, felt the atmosphere in the stands, and instantly understood:

   "Oops, the plate! The dealer takes it all!"

   In the next second, Doyle grabbed the betting list and tried to change it.

   "Of course, spectators! Next is the biggest favorite in this election! The most terrifying existence in the quarter-finals!" The voice sounded again in the arena.

   One person stepped out of the tent covered in blood, which attracted thousands of cheers.

   "Azayi Juyong Ba Li!"

  In the arena, the host was standing on the stage and roaring:

"As a Barbarian warrior from the Humble Dynasty, he was originally a brave man on the battlefield who stood out against ten and repeatedly made military exploits. It is a battlefield nightmare where thousands of troops and horses take the enemy chiefs, and the **** seas break through the enemy's camp! It is said that the 'Tianhui Talal' of the Humble Dynasty once summoned him and personally gave him the name - 'Juyong' But Brother Ba Li refused the unimaginable reward, because he did not envy the high officials and wealth, but just wanted to fight the battlefield, challenge the strongest opponents, and expand the limits of life! In the previous battle, his opponent appeared different. Few casualties, blood on the ground, real cruelty, but Brother Ba Li is still deeply loved by the audience, this is the charm of 'Barren Mountain Rapids'!"

   "No, there are still people who can fight," Miranda was slightly surprised, "Look at his pace and the coordination of his body, damn, this guy is a beast."

   "I don't like the look in his eyes," Morgan stared at Brother Ba Li, who was also fierce and vicious, clenching his fists, "If I meet him on the street..."

   "If he rushes into the stands and attacks His Highness..." Glover looked at the distance from the arena to the Duke's stand, thoughtfully.

   "Shoot him," Paul frowned. "There's no need for him to get close."

   "Call more people," Kong Mutuo looked at the knotted muscles and staggered scars on Brother Ba Li's body, "There is no need to fight."

   "Everyone back to the point!"

  Wiya waved his hand and closed his fist, trying to draw everyone's attention back from the election: "Although there is nothing to do for a few hours, but don't forget, His Highness said that our situation is critical..."

  D.D yawned heavily.

  Paul said at the right time: "So, whether it's Slimani, Rene, or Caquere, their life trajectories have all undergone a major change. Some people ascended and some descended, just nine to eleven years ago..."

  Wiya was worried: "Unfortunately, I can't find the resumes of the other two deceased, the wine merchant Moss and the wool merchant Diop..."

   "Diop too." Glover spoke suddenly, attracting everyone's attention.

   Glover was not used to being stared at by everyone, he coughed:

   "He turned out to be just an apprentice tanner. Even in the craftsman industry, he was at the bottom of the table. During the Revival holiday, everyone would not call him to drink and celebrate..."

   Everyone was stunned, and they all stared at the zombies.

   "Until ten years ago, Diop suddenly met a nobleman, made a fortune, opened his own processing workshop, and then turned to the fur business. There was an endless stream of orders and customers... Why are you all looking at me?"

   "Your Excellency Pioneer, how did you know?" After a few seconds, Wyah asked everyone's doubts.

Glover turned his head subconsciously, avoiding everyone's eyes: "Oh, I just guarded for three hours, and nothing happened, so I thought about Wyah's notes during my shift break, so I pulled my mute and went out to the stall at the night market. After swaying around, I happened to meet a few blood bottle gang..."

   "Nothing happened?" Morgan couldn't believe it.

   "Thinking about notes?" D.D couldn't believe it.

   "Shift break?" Conmutto couldn't believe it.

   "You and Dumb?" Wyah couldn't believe it.

   "Stall night market?" Paul couldn't believe it.

   "Wandering around?" Nexi, who was fined and returned to the post, was also in disbelief.

   "You guys be normal!"

   Miranda criticized the others harshly, then turned around in disbelief: "Glover, you just said, just happened to meet?"

   Faced with so many strange eyes, Glover was embarrassed:

   "Well, they told us this... wait, shouldn't the point be ten years ago..."

   Fortunately, the host saved the zombies again:

"And don't worry, everyone, the **** battle between the top eight will start immediately after the team competition! That's right, the most chaotic, bloody, and unexpected multiplayer team battle! As far as I know, the final eight At least five people will participate in the team battle. Hehe, this is the ultimate test of physical fitness, patience, intelligence, logistics and even popularity. Can any of them stand out? It is a miracle of the 'Sword of Retrospect', ten battles and ten battles. If you win, don’t hold back, how about winning both the individual and team competitions?”

  In the tsunami, more players came to the court, many of whom were eliminated in the previous single-player duel, and they soon formed groups of threes and twos, each forming a team.

   "Come on! Let me hear more noise! ​​This is the most exciting team battle! The champion may fall, the weak may fight back, the despicable can win, and the recklessness will inevitably miss! Are you ready!"

   On this side, Miranda folded her arms:

   "Want to know something else?"

   She beckoned everyone in the guards to gather around, raising the volume amid the howls of the audience:

   "There is a bodyguard guild in Emerald City, and many of them are swordsmen who graduated from the Tower of End..."

   "I also came out of the terminal tower, why didn't I know?" Neshi, who was standing guard, immediately perked up his ears when he heard the familiar words.

   Everyone was dissatisfied with his interruption, and turned their heads in dissatisfaction.

   "Did you graduate?" Glover snorted coldly.

   Neshi's face changed.

   "Are you a seed?" Huaya said helplessly.

   Neshi's eyelids twitched.

   "Are you the chief?" Conmutto sighed.

   Neshi's mouth twitched.

   "Are you the heir to the North?" Paul said indifferently.

   Neshi trembled!

   "Are you our lovely good Mira?" D.D said seriously.

   Nehideng was stunned for a moment.

  Boom!

With a muffled sound, Miranda retracted her elbows freely, allowing Doyle to bend over while clutching her stomach.

   On the other side, Nexi was not hurt, but he was also out of his mind. He swayed and crouched to the corner.

   "Anyway, in this election, the bodyguard guild also selected a few people to participate, and I chatted with them..." Miranda continued.

   "Tell me," D.D straightened up instantly, opened the notebook, picked up the pen, his eyes lit up, "Who should bet?"

  dong.

   Another muffled sound, and Glover made Doyle grunt with a fist and had to retreat behind everyone.

"A few old guys told me," Miranda said loudly, "'Lausanne II' has a mysterious origin and a strange swordsmanship. At least when he was still the killer of the Blood Bottle Gang, no one in the Emerald City knew his true face, but he In a decisive battle with the Black Street Brotherhood, he ended up dying in the capital—guess, how many years ago?"

   Everyone changed color.

"Could it be that……"

   "Ten years ago?" A voice came from behind D.D.

"Damn Nima scared me again, walking silently——" D.D, who was studying the betting list in his hand, jumped suddenly, and immediately reacted, with a wide-eyed smile, "Ah, it's the flag officer! This subordinate is waiting for you here. It's been a long time..."

  Hugo Forbey stood behind everyone with a gloomy expression, and everyone couldn't help but sighed and looked serious.

  Everyone knows that when the Terrorblade is not around, 'ghosts' and 'gardeners' are the highest level of existence.

   "To be precise, eleven years ago, Forbes was the flag officer," Miranda continued. "Eleven years ago, many people saw with their own eyes that Lausanne II died at the hands of the black sword."

  D.D's eyes changed: "Eh, but I heard from zombies and dumb--maybe only zombies-- said that the female boss confessed that Lausanne II was killed by someone else?"

  Hugo shook his head.

  Miranda pondered: "It's not important, the key to this news is..."

   "Eleven years ago?" Wyya frowned tightly and snatched D.D's pen.

  Hugo snorted softly:

   "I just listened to some of your discussions, so..."

   I saw him take a deep breath:

"Dagory Moss, a wine merchant, in the Scarlet Year, he was so indebted and lost that he had no bottoms left, but his business suddenly started to improve eleven years ago, and he even started to go out to do long-distance business. The capital..."

  Hugo glanced at everyone:

   "Of course, we later learned that he was recruited by the Emerald City at that time."

  Miranda was surprised: "It was eleven years ago again?"

   Everyone fell into contemplation.

  D.D leaned forward and whispered, "Your Excellency Flag Officer, how are you..."

   "The way to hold the flag wing," Hugo refused all the way, "Don't ask."

  D.D showed a helpless expression and shrank back.

   But when he was halfway down, his expression suddenly changed.

   "Wait, you, you, you, and you..."

  Doyle points to everyone else, one after the other, unbelievable:

   "Could it be that in the past few hours, you were all working hard to find out information?"

   "Of course, we are in a critical situation," Wyah replied, thinking hard, "or what?"

  D.D looked at Wyah, who was full of righteousness, and the notes in his hand, and silently put away his notebook.

   "That's the problem." Miranda narrowed her eyes.

   "Moss, Diop, Slimani, Rene, Caquere, even Lausanne II..." Wyah read out the name on the note.

   "Eleven years ago or ten years ago," Glover whispered, "The end of the calendar year 669 or 670."

   "The eighth year after the Scarlet Year, the fourth year after the end of the Desert War," Paul thought seriously, "and two years before the prince's return..."

   "And the sixteenth year after I was born..." D.D nodded solemnly.

   "What happened to the Emerald City at that time?" Conmutto repeated.

   "It must be a big deal to change the lives of so many people, and even lose their lives?" Miranda mused.

   Everyone think hard together, or at least pretend to think hard.

  Miranda rolled her eyes and looked at Hugo:

   "Your Excellency the flag officer? You have a lot of knowledge and you have a special position, so you must know the answer?"

   Hugo was silent for a while.

   "That's right, I know, or guessed it," the flag-bearer sighed, "but this matter involves..."

  Hugo cautiously looked left and right, hesitating to say anything.

   "Forget it, let's go back and talk about it."

  Miranda was in a hurry: "But His Excellency the flag officer..."

   But Hugo shook his head and turned decisively to leave.

   "Don't think too much, just stand on this post."

   Looking at Hugo's back, everyone was stunned.

   "He knows, but won't say it." Paul pondered.

   "What is he worried about?" Wyah wondered.

   "I want to know too." Miranda pursed her lips.

   "The big event that happened eleven years ago..."

   While thinking about it, D.D slapped his thigh!

   "Hey, it's not that easy—"

   After saying that, under the surprised eyes of others, Doyle squatted down, stuck his head under the railing, and waved to a casino messenger who was trotting by under the stands:

   "Hi! Zabi! Wait! Remember me?"

   "Ah! Of course I remember!"

  The young messenger was only a teenager, with a large cloth bag hanging on his body. Hearing this, he stopped, looked up and saw D.D. He immediately smiled:

   "You are Mr. Wyah from Stand 6!"

   At that moment, the surrounding of the railing was quiet.

   Even D.D froze, his hands still in the air.

   He swallowed, clearly feeling the air pressure around one of the group of people behind him dropped sharply.

   Everyone took a step back, tacitly reserved a place in the middle, and held the pen and paper, bowed his head deeply, and trembled slightly, the waiter Wyah Caso—the real one.

   But it happens...

   "So, Mr. Wyah, do you still want to bet?"

   Zabi was excited:

   "One more game? The team competition has been closed, and it's too chaotic to play, but the quarterfinals are hard to say. Maybe we will win this time? Mr. Wyah?"

  D.D felt the cold temperature behind his head, and slowly squeezed out a miserable smile:

   "Hey, yes, yes, then, then, then down..."

   Under everyone's sympathetic eyes, "Mr. Wyya from Stand No. 6" stretched his hand into his arms stiffly, and took out the betting slip tremblingly.

   "Okay, a single bet on Bischoff!"

  Zabi took the betting slip and coins and smiled brightly:

   "The distinguished guest from the sixth stand - Mr. Wyah!"

The drums sounded, and the team competition was just about to begin. Under the instigation of the host, the players who had formed a team roared and rushed towards each other, or formed gangs in unison, or silently retreated to protect themselves, and of course there were also roars. Jump into the crowd, and after a while, someone will see blood.

  The cries from the stands around the arena were unprecedented and deafening. The fireworks in the night sky were dotted and colorful, making it a lively and prosperous scene.

   But D.D shivered for a while, only to feel a dead silence behind him.

   Cold and desolate.

  Everyone looked at each other in dismay, while Huaya's expression was hidden in the shadows, and he couldn't see it.

  D.D felt that something was wrong and quickly changed the subject:

   "Cough, right, brother, let me ask you one more thing: Eleven or twelve years ago in the Emerald City, did anything major happen?"

   "Huh? Big event?"

   Zabi, who was happily betting, was stunned for a moment:

   "Why ask this? What's a big deal?"

  Doyle curled the corners of his mouth stiffly.

"Hey, hey, that's it, you, did you see the big brother behind me with a notebook and a serious face, so we are playing a two-person quiz, and we will get the money if we win - so, when the time comes Give you a share?"

  Zabi was surprised at first, then waved his hand:

   "Hey, no need, you took care of my business today, Mr. Wyah..."

   The air pressure behind him was lower.

   "Cough," D.D interrupted him quickly, "That, Zabi, eleven years ago? Big event?"

   "A big event... a big event... oh, yes! Last year, the Emerald City only opened its tenth anniversary celebration, and our casino has also held special promotions for this. It is definitely a big event..."

   Miranda leaned against the railing when she heard the words, with a deep expression: "Tenth anniversary? Commemorative celebration? Commemorate what?"

   "Of course to commemorate eleven years ago," the young Zabi raised his chest and was very proud, "Lord Zhan returned to the Emerald City, pacified the chaos, and officially succeeded as the new generation - the guardian duke of the South Bank Territory!"

   "There is nothing bigger than this!"

   At this moment, everyone was stunned.

   After the young messenger left, everyone looked at each other in dismay, and even Huaya forgot about the hatred just now.

   "Eleven years ago, the duke succeeded and pacified the chaos, what do you mean?" Wyah murmured.

  He raised his head, looked at everyone, and suddenly found that some people looked solemn, and some people were unbelievable.

"why?"

  Wiya asked: "Why are these deceased people promoted or changed careers after the Duke of South Bank succeeded to the throne? Eleven years later, they were murdered one after another?"

   "Why does Your Excellency the flag officer know clearly, but keep it a secret?"

   No one answered.

  Conmutuo's face was pale, and he looked around carefully.

  Morgan shook his head disdainfully and took a sip.

  Paul frowned and said nothing.

   Glover's face was still as stiff as death, but he clenched his fists.

   And Miranda looked up at the Duke's stand, with an even more ugly expression and sharp eyes.

  Only D.D, in order to make up for his mistake, slapped his thigh and answered happily.

"It's simple, according to your theory, True Wyya," Doyle said the more he went up, only to feel that the logic had never been so smooth, "Of course, there is something strange about the succession of the Duke of South Bank, and these deceased people are all insiders, That's why some of them were promoted, and some of them changed careers, until they were liquidated and silenced—"

   In the next second, Doyle figured out something. He shuddered in shock, biting all the words between his teeth.

   Isn't it?

  The Duke succeeds, succeeds...

   "What did you say, what's wrong?"

  Huiya breathed in a trance and asked tremblingly:

   "Who, who is wrong?"

With a    bang, roars and cheers erupted from several stands again.

   The team battle in the arena has reached the white-hot stage. There are people screaming and falling down, being dragged out by full-time rescuers, and there are people screaming and fighting non-stop.

   "Come! Fight! Fight! Burn! Shine! Warriors! The sun is with you!"

   The host yelled wildly:

   "Fight to the death, shed blood on the ground, let's make a glorious election!"

   But at that moment, Wyya only felt that the arena in front of him had changed:

   It is no longer an arena for contestants and spectators, the arena and stands have become the most inconspicuous parts.

   On the contrary, hundreds of thousands of soldiers of the Emerald Legion in an orderly queue filled every post, guarding every exit, staring at every stage of the stand, blocking every road around the Star Lake Guards for life and water.

  The Duke's succession... is strange...

  Wiya swallowed his throat.

   "Everyone, don't get excited, don't make a statement, we don't know anything, it's business as usual." Miranda said solemnly.

   But apparently no one dared to "get excited" anymore.

   No one can get up “as usual”.

  The armor and shields of the soldiers around are engraved with the bright iris logo, all murderous, fully armed, and guarding the most honorable stands.

   On it, their allegiance - the young and powerful guardian duke of the South Bank, Jenn Calvindil sat calmly.

  Knowing...silence...

   Wya's breathing accelerated.

   And the boy in the nine-pointed star costume was sitting beside Zhan, his brows furrowed.

   seems to be thinking about something.

   "Someone has to inform His Highness and bring him down..."

  Wiya said with difficulty:

   "If the Duke is really in the wrong position, once he is exposed by His Royal Highness..."

   "Shut your beak, True Wyah!" Conmutuo scolded in a low voice, ignoring his usual politeness, "Don't look towards His Highness!"

   Everyone stunned and dared not move.

   On this row of railings, everyone stiffened their necks, staring at the groups fighting in the field.

   "God, why should I ask so much," D.D was annoyed, "the flag officer doesn't say it, he doesn't say it, there must be a reason for him not to say it!"

   "The Hall of Thales, does Your Highness know?" Wyah looked up stiffly.

   "Your Highness is smarter than us..." Miranda gritted her teeth.

   Glover didn't speak, he quietly looked sideways, observing the entrance and exit of the arena, but the more he looked, the heavier his mood became.

   "Wait, if Your Highness knows..." Paul said suddenly.

   "That's more dangerous."

  Miranda shook her head: "Think about it, if Jen knew that His Highness knew...even if it was just suspicion..."

Oops.

   The hearts of everyone sank again.

   "I'm going to assemble everyone—quietly."

   "Don't! It will be suspicious."

   "Everyone, I want to say something, don't panic when you hear it..."

   "What then?"

   "I'm going to send a password..."

   "Notify the flag officer first..."

   "Everyone..."

   "The flag officer must have been in action!"

   "Calm down, leave one by one..."

   "Uh, everyone?"

   "What about His Highness?"

   "He brought the weapon, the alerter, and the dagger he used to use..."

   "What? Do you want him to kill him with a sword?"

   "I'm going to take him down, and I say Terrorblade is critically ill..."

   "Malos is in the Kongming Palace! Is there a better excuse?"

   "Everyone!!!"

   Someone shouted loudly, shocking everyone!

   Everyone turned their heads, only to find that the person who spoke was D.D.

   "Something's wrong."

  I saw Doyle sweating profusely and looking flustered, and he raised his hand tremblingly.

   Everyone looked at each other, surprised and frightened.

   "Doyle, calm down!" Miranda gritted her teeth.

   "Don't panic, D.D, take a deep breath, I'm here," Glover knew that this might be a panic attack on the battlefield, he said quickly, "I'm looking at your back."

   "No!" But D.D interrupted him.

  I saw Doyle pointing to the field and trembling:

   "I saw that in the group melee, someone just used a 'lock formation', orthodox."

  Miranda was startled: "What do you mean?"

   "That's right, that's a move in Legion Ten."

   Everyone was startled.

   It wasn't until a few seconds later that Miranda looked at the chaotic fighting under the stage and slowly recovered:

   "What, what?"

"I know, I told myself many times that he was dead and there was no way to live... But, there was always a voice telling me that it wasn't that easy for him... Oops, I swear, it was definitely 'guardian' just now !" D.D's tone was a little distorted.

   "D.D..." Glover said with difficulty.

   "How is that possible?" Wyja couldn't believe it.

   "Yeah, very unlikely, but I swear that technique, that proficiency—that's him."

  D.D swallowed his saliva desperately. He looked at the swords and swords in the arena with a pale face:

   "Lausanne II, he is still alive."

   "Just among these scuffles."

"Now."