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\u003e Chapter 336 Veterans in Wheelchairs Directory Bookmark Comments on Chapter 336 Veterans in Wheelchairs

Novel: Bloodline of the Kingdom Author: Sword of Masterless Words: 11511

The silver moon hangs high, barely illuminating this remote and dilapidated alleyway. flash dance novel network

Through the only narrow opening leading to the outside, a few wisps of flickering light from torches penetrated.

And outside the alleyway, Thales woke up abruptly from the rude swearing.

Although walking underground made him a little dizzy, and the few corners and trails he passed through according to the instructions after coming to the ground were a bit complicated, Thales knew very well: he had left the cover of the secret department, and was exposed to the eyes of Dragon Clouds City. In sight.

He was in a dangerous situation, and the only hope of getting out of the city at this moment... was the connector Puttilai had mentioned.

Thales concentrated his attention, and the sin of Hell River surged up in due course, enhancing his hearing.

More than a dozen different breathing sounds appeared in his senses from two directions: one came from a crowd, and the other came alone.

"You have been in Dragon Clouds City for so many years." This was the cold voice from before. When he spoke in the crowd, Thales faintly felt his impatience: "You should know how serious this matter is, and you too How serious we are, it’s not a battle of wills.”

The rude voice responded with a disdainful sneer: "Hmph!"

Thales frowned slightly: Who are they? Where am I?

Where is the man I should meet?

Damn Puttilai, he clearly said that he doesn't want to be like the secret department, but there is still only a mystery left for me.

The stand-off over the wall seemed to be continuing: the brusque-voiced response clearly displeased his opponents.

The third voice sounded again, seeming to be still trying to convince the rude man: "This is for our survival - from the closure of the city to the search and now arresting people everywhere, they have never interfered with gangs and underground business so brutally ...Listen, the Heroic Spirit Palace is playing for real this time, I don't think they even care about burning jade and stone together."

Thales shuddered.

Beginning at noon, when Rumba was assassinated, he escaped from the Palace of Heroes, until night fell. Several hours had passed, and the prince could probably imagine what Dragon Clouds City looks like now.

"I don't think so," replied the gruff voice casually, "I'm doing fine."

"boom!"

"Hey," it seemed that someone knocked on a wooden board in resentment: "You old..."

But with another muffled sound, he, who was about to get angry, seemed to be stopped abruptly by his companion.

Thales pushed his body closer to the rough and broken wall in front of him again, pricked up his ears, and tried his best to grab all useful information.

"Is it?"

It was the cautious third person, who seemed to be more inclined to negotiate to solve the problem than his ruthless companion: "From the afternoon onwards, at the market in the Sword District, all the goods we planned to sell this month have been deducted; In Dragon Wing Square, the old gangsters of Comus were directly ransacked; even the nobles in the Spear and Ax districts were imprisoned in batches, and even Kierkegaard’s powerful vassals were greatly implicated; As for us? As long as there are people with criminal records, the patrol team will arrest them and send them to the water prison without asking questions..."

"And you, you think you are special, that because of your relationship with the old man 'Shaking the Earth', the poor people's shield area and hammer area can stay out of the matter, and the patrol team and the Grand Duke's personal guard will always let you go?"

He paused.

A cold voice took over his words: "You are wrong."

"And one day, you'll pay for it."

Thales' heart moved, and he heard a few key words.

The prince looked around subconsciously: This remote alleyway seems to be old,

The irregular masonry wall was severely damaged, as if it would collapse if touched, and the house on the left it connected to had obviously been unoccupied for a long time—this half-remained house was even worse than the abandoned house where Thales stayed It was tragic, as if someone took a giant heavy hammer and smashed one-third of it vertically downward from the roof.

But Thales immediately realized that the ground under his feet was also full of gravel and decayed wood, and there were even deep pits that came from nowhere.

like...

Like a messy battlefield. 35xs

Is there such a place in Longxiao City?

Thinking of this, Thales shuddered slightly!

In the moonlight, he turned his head in disbelief, and looked around through the narrow gaps in the alleyway and the holes in the broken wall: dilapidated beams, collapsed brick walls, dirty paths, and if there were a few holes in his nose. No fishy smell...

Thales was stunned.

He recognized the place.

He still remembered the texture of the rough and uneven dirt road under his feet, the low and scattered old houses, and the labyrinth-like intricate lanes.

Only the bustling voices are missing.

here it is……

Thales touched the broken wall and stared blankly at the house whose roof had been smashed.

This is the shield zone.

It is the shield area of ​​Dragon Clouds City.

It was six years ago, under the frenzied fierce battle between two magicians who had no bottom line, the shield area was completely destroyed.

It was he who fled frantically with his little slippery head, he shed tears across life and death, and it was he who followed the black sword to fight back in the shield zone to the death.

It's here.

An inexplicable melancholy flooded Thales' heart.

So many years.

He came back to this place after all.

However, Thales was puzzled: Why did Putillai come to this place by himself?

"Hahahahahaha..."

The rude voice suddenly burst into laughter, attracting Thales' attention.

"'You will pay the price', hahahaha..."

This laugh was bold and unrestrained, but Thales could hear the displeasure and sullenness inside.

In the heightened senses of the sin of Hell River, Thales vaguely felt that the group of people on the opposite side of the rude voice was breathing more and more heavily.

It seems that the scene is getting uglier and uglier.

The laughter gradually stopped.

"You know," the rude voice paused for a few seconds before opening in a low voice, even lower than before:

"Six years ago, Urad couldn't get along in Dragon Clouds City anymore, so he played tricks and turned the market and black market into a mess. In addition to the disappearance of the man from the Far East, the business in the Bow District has also declined. It was blank, so for a while, all the dregs who were overwhelmed wanted to grab these few bones..."

The rude man paused for a moment, and there was a hint of danger in his voice: "After several years of struggle, those of you who are still left actually think that you are someone, and you even talk like a big boss." ..."

Urad?

It was six years ago... Rumba's men, the one with the eight braids?

Thales frowned, and subconsciously retreated a bit, completely hiding himself in the darkness behind the wall.

"enough."

The cold voice spoke again, as if he was the leader of the group.

"We don't know the past grievances between you and Urad, cripple," his words still didn't have the slightest warmth: "We don't want to get involved, but everyone is living in Dragon Clouds City..."

"Ha!" The rude voice suddenly raised, interrupting him.

"A living?"

Although this guy is alone, he seems to be very kind. In the face of so many people, he is not only happy and fearless, but his tone is even more arrogant:

"It's been a few years, with Urad's example first, no matter by water, land or black road, the more stringent patrols have copied your goods more than a dozen times, and the money lost is enough to buy a Dragon Clouds City, but You are still persevering, as if you can’t lose money... Hey, are you occupying the market place just to make a living?"

Facing the questioning in rude voices, the group of people did not speak, but Thales could feel that their breathing rate was more closely and frequently. flash dance novel network

"Even so, you have never given up giving gifts to the nobles in the inner city over the years, as if you can't run out of money...including the receptionist who was hanged for having an affair with the black sand leader—I know, His benefits are all handed over by you."

The rude voice coughed, spit out a mouthful of phlegm, and continued to speak disdainfully: "Hey, it's not for fame or profit, and you still look worried about the country and the people? Tell me, which gang does this, just Just to 'make a living'?"

The group of people confronting him remained silent, but Thales could already hear the sound of some people clenching their fists.

"Look, I know your details very well," the rude voice snorted again, but inexplicably chilled people's hearts: "I know who you are helping, and I know whether it is for self-protection or not. Follow the backer with purpose..."

"Hey."

"Urad is gone, but his stench is still in this city and hasn't dissipated," the man's tough and rough voice impressed Thales, and he felt more and more that he seemed to have seen this person before :

"If I report to the White Blade Guard, guess what will happen?"

There was a silence longer than ever before, lingering between the two parties.

White Blades.

Really bad.

Thales, who was caught in this confrontation, only felt that the atmosphere was getting more and more bad-he looked around anxiously, but was disappointed to find that there were only two ways to leave this alleyway: or get out through the narrow gap carelessly , came to the front of the two parties, or, from the other side, stepped on the rubble and broken wood on the ground, and ran over the wall in a shocking and high-profile way.

Neither one is a good solution.

After a long time, the cold voice in the crowd on the other side sighed slowly.

"There have been no white-bladed guards for a long time, Griveau," he said lightly, but with malicious intentions: "From the day when the disaster came and the dragon reappeared..."

"The former king is dead, and the times have changed. Whether it is Exeter or Dragon Clouds City, they are different from the past."

Thales was slightly taken aback by the words that sounded in the dark night.

He probably figured out the identities of both parties.

Their status probably won't be very high, but they shouldn't be ignored in Dragon Clouds City. They affect the lives of many people, and they are closely related to the middle-level officials like the patrol team.

Thales has a long-lost sense of familiarity with this kind of person.

Sure enough, in the next second, the rude man named Griveau said coldly:

"So you found a new master?"

He snorted, with strong disdain: "Why, the following words of Charmain Rumba are so delicious, you even rush to queue up to take a sip when passing by?"

"Damn..." One of them seemed to be unable to hold back his temper, and took a step forward, but he was stopped immediately.

"Quiet!" This time it was the third voice, and he seemed to be the one who spoke the most weight besides the cold voice.

His words were obviously much more cautious, and he only listened to his negotiating tone: "I know, Boss Griveau, we usually don't interfere with each other and have a tacit understanding with each other, but this time..."

But Griveau didn't seem to buy it at all, and his rough voice interrupted the other party:

"Then get out."

Griveau's rude voice was both ugly and harsh: "I don't care how important that prince is, I don't care who assassinated that kinslayer, I don't care what shit is going on in the Palace of Heroes, I don't care about you black skins Whose balls are the dogs licking? I don't care whose bones you have collected to get involved, and I don't care whether you want to rebel or want to get promoted. I care about one and only one thing: you dogs Damn-"

Thales clenched his lower lip: Sure enough, his disappearance triggered a series of chaos in Dragon Clouds City, and even affected these...

Griveau thumped his fist violently and roared:

"—Stay away from-my-place-place-far-away!"

This sentence immediately shocked the crowd on the opposite side.

"This old cripple..." There was a sound of a blade piercing into wood.

"We should give him some color..." A few sneers with malicious intentions.

"If you want me to say—" a person said unhappily.

But all the words of these people stopped abruptly.

It seemed to be stopped by his leader.

Just when Thales breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that the conflict was over...

"Grivo, Greevo, Greevo, the famous Greevo."

It was the chief, that grim voice.

"Grevell, who is rumored to be able to compete with the 'Five Generals'," his voice came faintly from outside the fire-lit alleyway, "you lost a pair of legs in the disaster six years ago."

"I can't stand up anymore."

Six years ago, lost a pair of legs?

six years ago.

Thales grasped the word.

Griveau was silent for a few seconds.

"Ha, you said my legs were lame decades ago." The man with a rude tone did not show any weakness, and his laughter was still relaxed and easy: "Six years ago, I thought they were an eyesore, so I just gave them to you." sawed."

"do you have any opinion?"

The breeze blew through the narrow cracks in the alleyway, making a low whistling sound.

Just listen to the cold man continue: "Not only that, you also lost an eye."

"Half my sight lost."

"Eyes?" Griveau's voice suddenly increased:

"Hey, I think it's stuck in the eye socket, and it's too supportive of the head, so I just took it off."

There were a few muffled sounds, as if he had flicked his forehead.

The cold voice laughed.

"Also, you only have three fingers left on your left hand."

"Whether you clenched your fist or held your weapon, there's nothing you can do."

Griveau replied indifferently: "Hey, you haven't picked your nose yet? Don't you think it's more convenient?"

Hearing these words, Thales frowned deeply.

That lonely figure outside the wall...

What kind of man is he?

The cruel man ignored Griveau, but continued: "More than that, in that disaster, your people suffered heavy casualties - count, how many brothers did you personally bury in the shield area six years ago? "

This time, Griveau was silent for a long time.

long time.

It seemed to be silent.

Another gust of wind blew by, and the fire outside the alley trembled slightly.

The man named Griveau took a deep breath, and then let it out slowly.

"My brothers are all made of iron." His slightly low voice came from the air, but he still refused to show weakness.

Griveau's voice trembled a little: "Tch, if we really want to fight, one against ten, it's just commonplace."

Only silence answered him.

Thales listened quietly, drawing the image of this man in his mind: he lost both legs, lost one eye, and his left hand was crippled.

Rude, without manners and manners, full of banditry.

However, he is also bold, stubborn and hard-spoken.

After a while, that cold voice started to giggle: "Hmm, hum..."

"Don't make me laugh, Griveau, look at how crippled you are now—not to mention holding a soul-killing gun, you can't even stand up, and you have to rely on a wheelchair to walk..."

In response, Griveau gave a disdainful pooh.

"Look around again, and look at this place plowed by disasters and monsters: poor, broken, decayed, pitiful, contemptible, the Shield District you live on and take pride in."

The cruel man clicked his tongue and said: "Look at this miserable situation, not only has your shield zone never recovered, but it has also gone from bad to worse - I heard that you don't even have enough manpower to watch the Liuying brothel? Don't say you have to Take care of the orphans of those brothers, maybe you should call your wives and daughters to help, you know, you can earn some 'extra money' while watching the show?"

There were bursts of laughter from the crowd.

This time, Thales didn't hear Grevet's rebuttal.

"Think carefully."

"It's not your time anymore, old cripple," said the cruel man with a hint of threat:

"If you insist on refusing to see the reality clearly, if you continue to mess around, you can only kill yourself, and it will hurt your body."

Footsteps sounded, and it seemed that the ruthless man was slowly pacing forward.

Thales heard Griveau's breathing getting heavier and heavier.

"We didn't go to war with you, not because we were afraid of you—but you seem to look down on us? Why, do you think you are still the famous extreme epee infantry, you think you are still the respected boss of Griveau, or are you in the dragon? Is the light of civilians who are echoing inside and outside Xiaocheng, or the hero who guards Longxiao City with a soul-killing gun?"

"But actually..."

The man's voice was very calm, and it seemed that there was no emotional ups and downs at all, but it was extremely chilling: "Since six years ago, you have been nothing. The only person panting under your incomplete body is a wheelchair Waiting for death to be crippled."

This time, Griveau's panting became heavier and heavier, and he even let out a low hum.

But his rude voice did not come again.

It was as if Griveaux had given up fighting back.

The cold voice caught the pain point of the other party, and he slowly laughed: "For example, now, if we are more than ten steps away and shoot you with a bow and crossbow... what can you do? "

"If we really want to do it, if we really want to do it to you, to the shield area, to the hammer area, to your group of poor men and brothers, to their wives and children, to the employer's livelihood, let them It's a hundred times worse than it is now..."

The other party's words were getting slower and slower, and it made people feel more and more chilling.

"What do you think, a disabled person who can't even walk, can't hold a knife steadily, can't see the road clearly, and can only live in a wheelchair for the rest of his life, what can he do?"

Griveau remained silent.

It seemed that there was a genuine silence.

"See the situation clearly and choose wisely," the man stopped with a sneer and said, "Since you know the people behind us very well, you should know: we are very powerful and we can do it, but you can't do it if you are disabled." Stop it, can't stop it, can't stop it."

"So I'll give you one more chance now, Griveau, to reconsider your answer..."

However, before the man finished speaking, Thales suddenly felt his heart beating!

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Kingdom Blood - Chapter 336 Veteran in a Wheelchair - WuxiaWorld

The silver moon hangs high, barely illuminating this remote and dilapidated alleyway. flash dance novel network

Through the only narrow opening leading to the outside, a few wisps of flickering light from torches penetrated.

And outside the alleyway, Thales woke up abruptly from the rude swearing.

Although walking underground made him a little dizzy, and the few corners and trails he passed through according to the instructions after coming to the ground were a bit complicated, Thales knew very well: he had left the cover of the secret department, and was exposed to the eyes of Dragon Clouds City. In sight.

He was in a dangerous situation, and the only hope of getting out of the city at this moment... was the connector Puttilai had mentioned.

Thales concentrated his attention, and the sin of Hell River surged up in due course, enhancing his hearing.

More than a dozen different breathing sounds appeared in his senses from two directions: one came from a crowd, and the other came alone.

"You have been in Dragon Clouds City for so many years." This was the cold voice from before. When he spoke in the crowd, Thales faintly felt his impatience: "You should know how serious this matter is, and you too How serious we are, it’s not a battle of wills.”

The rude voice responded with a disdainful sneer: "Hmph!"

Thales frowned slightly: Who are they? Where am I?

Where is the man I should meet?

Damn Puttilai, he clearly said that he doesn't want to be like the secret department, but there is still only a mystery left for me.

The stand-off over the wall seemed to be continuing: the brusque-voiced response clearly displeased his opponents.

The third voice sounded again, seeming to be still trying to convince the rude man: "This is for our survival - from the closure of the city to the search and now arresting people everywhere, they have never interfered with gangs and underground business so brutally ...Listen, the Heroic Spirit Palace is playing for real this time, I don't think they even care about burning jade and stone together."

Thales shuddered.

Beginning at noon, when Rumba was assassinated, he escaped from the Palace of Heroes, until night fell. Several hours had passed, and the prince could probably imagine what Dragon Clouds City looks like now.

"I don't think so," replied the gruff voice casually, "I'm doing fine."

"boom!"

"Hey," it seemed that someone knocked on a wooden board in resentment: "You old..."

But with another muffled sound, he, who was about to get angry, seemed to be stopped abruptly by his companion.

Thales pushed his body closer to the rough and broken wall in front of him again, pricked up his ears, and tried his best to grab all useful information.

"Is it?"

It was the cautious third person, who seemed to be more inclined to negotiate to solve the problem than his ruthless companion: "From the afternoon onwards, at the market in the Sword District, all the goods we planned to sell this month have been deducted; In Dragon Wing Square, the old gangsters of Comus were directly ransacked; even the nobles in the Spear and Ax districts were imprisoned in batches, and even Kierkegaard’s powerful vassals were greatly implicated; As for us? As long as there are people with criminal records, the patrol team will arrest them and send them to the water prison without asking questions..."

"And you, you think you are special, that because of your relationship with the old man 'Shaking the Earth', the poor people's shield area and hammer area can stay out of the matter, and the patrol team and the Grand Duke's personal guard will always let you go?"

He paused.

A cold voice took over his words: "You are wrong."

"And one day, you'll pay for it."

Thales' heart moved, and he heard a few key words.

The prince looked around subconsciously: this remote alleyway seemed to be old, and the irregular masonry walls were severely damaged, as if they would collapse if touched. Half of the house was even worse than the abandoned house Thales stayed in, as if someone took a huge hammer and smashed one-third of it down vertically from the roof.

But Thales immediately realized that the ground under his feet was also full of gravel and decayed wood, and there were even deep pits that came from nowhere.

like...

Like a messy battlefield. 35xs

Is there such a place in Longxiao City?

Thinking of this, Thales shuddered slightly!

In the moonlight, he turned his head in disbelief, and looked around through the narrow gaps in the alleyway and the holes in the broken wall: dilapidated beams, collapsed brick walls, dirty paths, and if there were a few holes in his nose. No fishy smell...

Thales was stunned.

He recognized the place.

He still remembered the texture of the rough and uneven dirt road under his feet, the low and scattered old houses, and the labyrinth-like intricate lanes.

Only the bustling voices are missing.

here it is……

Thales touched the broken wall and stared blankly at the house whose roof had been smashed.

This is the shield zone.

It is the shield area of ​​Dragon Clouds City.

It was six years ago, under the frenzied fierce battle between two magicians who had no bottom line, the shield area was completely destroyed.

It was he who fled frantically with his little slippery head, he shed tears across life and death, and it was he who followed the black sword to fight back in the shield zone to the death.

It's here.

An inexplicable melancholy flooded Thales' heart.

So many years.

He came back to this place after all.

However, Thales was puzzled: Why did Putillai come to this place by himself?

"Hahahahahaha..."

The rude voice suddenly burst into laughter, attracting Thales' attention.

"'You will pay the price', hahahaha..."

This laugh was bold and unrestrained, but Thales could hear the displeasure and sullenness inside.

In the heightened senses of the sin of Hell River, Thales vaguely felt that the group of people on the opposite side of the rude voice was breathing more and more heavily.

It seems that the scene is getting uglier and uglier.

The laughter gradually stopped.

"You know," the rude voice paused for a few seconds before opening in a low voice, even lower than before:

"Six years ago, Urad couldn't get along in Dragon Clouds City anymore, so he played tricks and turned the market and black market into a mess. In addition to the disappearance of the man from the Far East, the business in the Bow District has also declined. It was blank, so for a while, all the dregs who were overwhelmed wanted to grab these few bones..."

The rude man paused for a moment, and there was a hint of danger in his voice: "After several years of struggle, those of you who are still left actually think that you are someone, and you even talk like a big boss." ..."

Urad?

It was six years ago... Rumba's men, the one with the eight braids?

Thales frowned, and subconsciously retreated a bit, completely hiding himself in the darkness behind the wall.

"enough."

The cold voice spoke again, as if he was the leader of the group.

"We don't know the past grievances between you and Urad, cripple," his words still didn't have the slightest warmth: "We don't want to get involved, but everyone is living in Dragon Clouds City..."

"Ha!" The rude voice suddenly raised, interrupting him.

"A living?"

Although this guy is alone, he seems to be very kind. In the face of so many people, he is not only happy and fearless, but his tone is even more arrogant:

"It's been a few years, with Urad's example first, no matter by water, land or black road, the more stringent patrols have copied your goods more than a dozen times, and the money lost is enough to buy a Dragon Clouds City, but You are still persevering, as if you can’t lose money... Hey, are you occupying the market place just to make a living?"

Facing the questioning in rude voices, the group of people did not speak, but Thales could feel that their breathing rate was more closely and frequently. flash dance novel network

"Even so, you have never given up giving gifts to the nobles in the inner city over the years, as if you can't run out of money...including the receptionist who was hanged for having an affair with the black sand leader—I know, His benefits are all handed over by you."

The rude voice coughed, spit out a mouthful of phlegm, and continued to speak disdainfully: "Hey, it's not for fame or profit, and you still look worried about the country and the people? Tell me, which gang does this, just Just to 'make a living'?"

The group of people confronting him remained silent, but Thales could already hear the sound of some people clenching their fists.

"Look, I know your details very well," the rude voice snorted again, but inexplicably chilled people's hearts: "I know who you are helping, and I know whether it is for self-protection or not. Follow the backer with purpose..."

"Hey."

"Urad is gone, but his stench is still in this city and hasn't dissipated," the man's tough and rough voice impressed Thales, and he felt more and more that he seemed to have seen this person before :

"If I report to the White Blade Guard, guess what will happen?"

There was a silence longer than ever before, lingering between the two parties.

White Blades.

Really bad.

Thales, who was caught in this confrontation, only felt that the atmosphere was getting more and more bad-he looked around anxiously, but was disappointed to find that there were only two ways to leave this alleyway: or get out through the narrow gap carelessly , came to the front of the two parties, or, from the other side, stepped on the rubble and broken wood on the ground, and ran over the wall in a shocking and high-profile way.

Neither one is a good solution.

After a long time, the cold voice in the crowd on the other side sighed slowly.

"There have been no white-bladed guards for a long time, Griveau," he said lightly, but with malicious intentions: "From the day when the disaster came and the dragon reappeared..."

"The former king is dead, and the times have changed. Whether it is Exeter or Dragon Clouds City, they are different from the past."

Thales was slightly taken aback by the words that sounded in the dark night.

He probably figured out the identities of both parties.

Their status probably won't be very high, but they shouldn't be ignored in Dragon Clouds City. They affect the lives of many people, and they are closely related to the middle-level officials like the patrol team.

Thales has a long-lost sense of familiarity with this kind of person.

Sure enough, in the next second, the rude man named Griveau said coldly:

"So you found a new master?"

He snorted, with strong disdain: "Why, the following words of Charmain Rumba are so delicious, you even rush to queue up to take a sip when passing by?"

"Damn..." One of them seemed to be unable to hold back his temper, and took a step forward, but he was stopped immediately.

"Quiet!" This time it was the third voice, and he seemed to be the one who spoke the most weight besides the cold voice.

His words were obviously much more cautious, and he only listened to his negotiating tone: "I know, Boss Griveau, we usually don't interfere with each other and have a tacit understanding with each other, but this time..."

But Griveau didn't seem to buy it at all, and his rough voice interrupted the other party:

"Then get out."

Griveau's rude voice was both ugly and harsh: "I don't care how important that prince is, I don't care who assassinated that kinslayer, I don't care what shit is going on in the Palace of Heroes, I don't care about you black skins Whose balls are the dogs licking? I don't care whose bones you have collected to get involved, and I don't care whether you want to rebel or want to get promoted. I care about one and only one thing: you dogs Damn-"

Thales clenched his lower lip: Sure enough, his disappearance triggered a series of chaos in Dragon Clouds City, and even affected these...

Griveau thumped his fist violently and roared:

"—Stay away from-my-place-place-far-away!"

This sentence immediately shocked the crowd on the opposite side.

"This old cripple..." There was a sound of a blade piercing into wood.

"We should give him some color..." A few sneers with malicious intentions.

"If you want me to say—" a person said unhappily.

But all the words of these people stopped abruptly.

It seemed to be stopped by his leader.

Just when Thales breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that the conflict was over...

"Grivo, Greevo, Greevo, the famous Greevo."

It was the chief, that grim voice.

"Grevell, who is rumored to be able to compete with the 'Five Generals'," his voice came faintly from outside the fire-lit alleyway, "you lost a pair of legs in the disaster six years ago."

"I can't stand up anymore."

Six years ago, lost a pair of legs?

six years ago.

Thales grasped the word.

Griveau was silent for a few seconds.

"Ha, you said my legs were lame decades ago." The man with a rude tone did not show any weakness, and his laughter was still relaxed and easy: "Six years ago, I thought they were an eyesore, so I just gave them to you." sawed."

"do you have any opinion?"

The breeze blew through the narrow cracks in the alleyway, making a low whistling sound.

Just listen to the cold man continue: "Not only that, you also lost an eye."

"Half my sight lost."

"Eyes?" Griveau's voice suddenly increased:

"Hey, I think it's stuck in the eye socket, and it's too supportive of the head, so I just took it off."

There were a few muffled sounds, as if he had flicked his forehead.

The cold voice laughed.

"Also, you only have three fingers left on your left hand."

"Whether you clenched your fist or held your weapon, there's nothing you can do."

Griveau replied indifferently: "Hey, you haven't picked your nose yet? Don't you think it's more convenient?"

Hearing these words, Thales frowned deeply.

That lonely figure outside the wall...

What kind of man is he?

The cruel man ignored Griveau, but continued: "More than that, in that disaster, your people suffered heavy casualties - count, how many brothers did you personally bury in the shield area six years ago? "

This time, Griveau was silent for a long time.

long time.

It seemed to be silent.

Another gust of wind blew by, and the fire outside the alley trembled slightly.

The man named Griveau took a deep breath, and then let it out slowly.

"My brothers are all made of iron." His slightly low voice came from the air, but he still refused to show weakness.

Griveau's voice trembled a little: "Tch, if we really want to fight, one against ten, it's just commonplace."

Only silence answered him.

Thales listened quietly, drawing the image of this man in his mind: he lost both legs, lost one eye, and his left hand was crippled.

Rude, without manners and manners, full of banditry.

However, he is also bold, stubborn and hard-spoken.

After a while, that cold voice started to giggle: "Hmm, hum..."

"Don't make me laugh, Griveau, look at how crippled you are now—not to mention holding a soul-killing gun, you can't even stand up, and you have to rely on a wheelchair to walk..."

In response, Griveau gave a disdainful pooh.

"Look around again, and look at this place plowed by disasters and monsters: poor, broken, decayed, pitiful, contemptible, the Shield District you live on and take pride in."

The cruel man clicked his tongue and said: "Look at this miserable situation, not only has your shield zone never recovered, but it has also gone from bad to worse - I heard that you don't even have enough manpower to watch the Liuying brothel? Don't say you have to Take care of the orphans of those brothers, maybe you should call your wives and daughters to help, you know, you can earn some 'extra money' while watching the show?"

There were bursts of laughter from the crowd.

This time, Thales didn't hear Grevet's rebuttal.

"Think carefully."

"It's not your time anymore, old cripple," said the cruel man with a hint of threat:

"If you insist on refusing to see the reality clearly, if you continue to mess around, you can only kill yourself, and it will hurt your body."

Footsteps sounded, and it seemed that the ruthless man was slowly pacing forward.

Thales heard Griveau's breathing getting heavier and heavier.

"We didn't go to war with you, not because we were afraid of you—but you seem to look down on us? Why, do you think you are still the famous extreme epee infantry, you think you are still the respected boss of Griveau, and you are still in the dragon? Is the light of civilians who are echoing inside and outside Xiaocheng, or the hero who guards Longxiao City with a soul-killing gun?"

"But actually..."

The man's voice was very calm, and it seemed that there was no emotional ups and downs at all, but it was extremely chilling: "Since six years ago, you have been nothing. The only person panting under your incomplete body is a wheelchair Waiting for death to be crippled."

This time, Griveau's panting became heavier and heavier, and he even let out a low hum.

But his rude voice did not come again.

It was as if Griveaux had given up fighting back.

The cold voice caught the pain point of the other party, and he slowly laughed: "For example, now, if we are more than ten steps away and shoot you with a bow and crossbow... what can you do? "

"If we really want to do it, if we really want to do it to you, to the shield area, to the hammer area, to your group of poor men and brothers, to their wives and children, to the employer's livelihood, let them It's a hundred times worse than it is now..."

The other party's words were getting slower and slower, and it made people feel more and more chilling.

"What do you think, a disabled person who can't even walk, can't hold a knife steadily, can't see the road clearly, and can only live in a wheelchair for the rest of his life, what can he do?"

Griveau remained silent.

It seemed that there was a genuine silence.

"See the situation clearly and choose wisely," the man stopped with a sneer and said, "Since you know the people behind us very well, you should know: we are very powerful and we can do it, but you can't do it if you are disabled." Stop it, can't stop it, can't stop it."

"So I'll give you one more chance now, Griveau, to reconsider your answer..."

However, before the man finished speaking, Thales suddenly felt his heart beating!