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\u003eFantasy Fantasy

\u003eKingdom Blood

\u003eChapter 337 Double? Table of Contents Bookmarking Comments Chapter 337 Double?

Novel: Bloodline of the Kingdom Author: Sword of Masterless Words: 16339

The next second, a terrifying loud noise suddenly came from outside the alleyway!

"boom!"

Thales was taken aback. 35xs

It sounds like someone hit the wall...

There was a disorganized uproar from the other side of the wall.

"No, this bastard..."

"Griveau, are you—"

"Copy guy..."

But it's not over yet.

"boom!"

There was another muffled sound, to Thales's ears, it sounded like a fist-to-fist clash!

There was a crisp bone cracking sound, accompanied by a cry of pain.

"Damn it, let me put him... ah—"

"Shua!" This time it was the sound of a knife piercing into flesh!

"The son of a bitch..."

"Crack!"

This time it sounded like a cracking bone.

"Ahhhh—"

"How the hell did he—"

"Kill him for me—"

The continuous screams of the crowd sounded from outside the alleyway, and Thales, who was listening, became more and more nervous.

What the hell happened?

"What about flying knives? Use flying knives to deal with..."

The chaotic crowd began to look hysterical.

"Ahhh—I swear, we won't, we won't let you go, no! Everyone you cherish, we will..."

"Boom!"

Another dull sound of the body falling to the ground cut off the harsh voice.

"Give the knife to—"

"Hey! Wow..."

Thales' heart skipped a beat: he was both unfamiliar and familiar with this sound—a soldier on the battlefield had his artery cut, and blood gushed out and splattered everywhere.

The voices of the crowd grew panicked.

"No, no, wait a minute, we have something to talk about—"

"Bang! Boom!"

The deadly blunt sounds sounded again one after another.

Thales behind the wall was terrified.

The voices of the crowd grew thinner.

"No no no, I'm just an errand-"

"boom!"

Thales was startled: the wall he was leaning against trembled slightly, as if someone had been knocked over, and a lot of dust fell.

After this, the noise outside, whether it was the cry for help or the sound of fighting, was much less.

The last voice begging for mercy came with a crying voice:

"Don't, don't, whether it's following you or arresting you, this is their idea... I'm really not with them—"

But the next moment, a chilling crisp sound rang out:

"Clack!"

Thales closed his eyes: he also recognized this voice.

It was the sound of a neck being snapped.

After more than a dozen soul-stirring bangs, the low wall finally became quiet.

The chaos outside seemed to subside.

Thales opened his eyes dignifiedly and cautiously, holding his breath.

No way?

In the eerie silence, there were only two breaths left behind the alleyway.

A calm, thick, slightly panting.

A panic, anxious, rapid frequency.

Even with Hellriver's Sin's abilities maxed out, he couldn't hear the breath of other living things.

Only... two people left?

Thales closed his mouth in shock.

After a few seconds.

The rude male voice that hadn't been heard for a long time, accompanied by a muffled groan, came again:

"Hmph, damned supernatural being, he thought he had some tricks, so he played tricks—ah, it really hurts."

There was a snort, as if the blade had been pulled out of flesh and blood.

Clang—the sound of metal falling to the ground.

Following this sound, another sound of breathing behind the wall became more rapid and unstable.

"You, you, you, G, G, Griveau, old, boss, I, I, I, I'm not..."

The voice trembled.

In response, Griveau's faint sneer came: "Hmph, more than a dozen people."

"Not even a cripple in a wheelchair."

"So ashamed of you."

Thales frowned tightly: What are you doing?

A dozen or so, as well as people with supernatural abilities, all of them...

The only cry left was too frightened to even speak.

"Hey."

But Griveau's next words made him breathless:

"Lucky for you, little man, I need a tongue to convey..."

The owner of the trembling voice seemed to have figured out the meaning of this sentence, and suddenly slowed down.

In the next second, he hurriedly uttered, feeling like weeping with joy: "Yes, of course! Boss Griveau, tell me, no matter what you say, I will..."

"Hmph." Griveau snorted coldly, forcing the survivors' flattering and trembling voices back.

In the breathtaking silence, Thales didn't dare to speak out while listening to Thales in the corner.

Obviously, the people behind the wall are dangerous characters.

"Listen up, scumbags."

Griveau's rough and ugly voice sounded slowly: "You think you can force me to give in by threats and violence?"

"You know, Urad has used all means for more than ten years, and finally even pulled the military crossbow from Heisha Ling, but he still failed to kill me..."

There was a rare sense of ferocity in Griveau's voice: "Hmph, let alone the lack of legs and eyes..."

"Even if I can't speak, I can't see, my limbs are rotten, and I am paralyzed from now on," the rude soldier said in a low voice, but his words were like iron: "I can still grit my teeth and jump out of the bed, one by one..."

"Chew it into pieces."

Snapped!

There was a scream from behind the wall.

Thales could feel it: the survivor was picked up by Griveau.

"Do you think it's scary for the meteorites to rampage in the city and go crazy? Ha," the rude man's voice sounded more and more terrifying: "When you piss off Griveau, you'll know..."

"That dead face who only knows how to behead his head is so gentle and gentle."

Thales heard that fearful breathing, accompanied by the chattering of upper and lower teeth.

"Pass the word back," Griveau said coldly:

"I may not be able to protect my turf, my brother."

"But I'm pretty good at holding grudges."

"As of today, anything that happens on my property, and I mean anything, like the little girl across the door from me losing a rag doll, like my neighbor's dog's bowl missing a bone... "

"I will remember it all on your heads."

thump, thump, thump.

It was like the sound of the index finger tapping the forehead heavily.

The shuddering breath had already shaken out of shape.

"You better hope that the shield and hammer zones are safe and prosperous, otherwise..."

"In return... I will tear each of you to death, no matter where he hides, no matter how high his status is."

"Just like you saw."

thump!

There was the sound of a body falling to the ground.

"Get out." Greve said slowly, his voice was frosty.

In the next second, amidst the trembling breathing, there was the rustling sound of panicked footsteps, turning over countless debris along the way, and there was also a lot of rubbing sound of clothes against the ground.

The footsteps gradually faded away.

Behind the wall, Thales let out a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, he only felt his heart beating a little faster: it's over.

Now, just wait for that wheelchair to leave...

"Hello!"

The rude male voice sounded again.

More lazy meaning.

"The one listening to the corner," Griveau's deep voice clearly and unmistakably entered Thales' ears:

"How long are you going to hide?"

Thales felt a slight chill in his heart.

What?

He touched his stiff neck, raised his head with a dull expression, and looked at the low wall that blocked him tightly in front of him.

calm.

Calm down, Thales.

Taking a chance, the prince pursed his lips: Maybe it wasn't me?

"Hmph. Flash Dance Novel Network"

"Stop pretending, that guy behind the wall." Griveau seemed to squeeze his fist, and there was a frightening crisp sound: "Watching the excitement is fun, isn't it?"

"Hey, wait until I get you out, you're out of luck."

The prince closed his eyes, full of helplessness.

Thales took a deep breath.

Think positively, Thales.

It's late at night, and it's the mostly abandoned Shield Zone, and that guy—he couldn't be the one who just happened to be here for a walk.

Moreover, according to what Grevet said just now, he should have traveled alone before being besieged by his opponents in this place.

And coming to this place specially at night means...

Thales adjusted his breathing, used that reason to convince himself over and over again, and then resolutely stepped forward.

Out of the narrow alley.

The cold wind was blowing, and the exaggerated temperature difference between day and night in the north made Thales shiver.

Outside the alleyway, a dilapidated scene of the shield area appeared in front of him.

But what really caught his attention was the mess in front of him.

Thales stared blankly at the scene under the night: more than a dozen corpses lay motionless on the ground or against the wall, in different poses, their expressions frozen at the last moment, either in horror, fear, or anger.

Some of them had deformed hands and feet, some bent their bodies, and some even leaked their internal organs all over the place, which looked particularly ferocious and strange against the backdrop of the dark night and the bright moon.

A few torches fell feebly to the ground, burning tenaciously, barely providing some illumination.

Thales slipped: he accidentally stepped on a pool of blood.

It's like a wild slaughterhouse.

In this scene that made people hold their breath, Thales swallowed desperately, and saw clearly the only person who was still alive: a strong man was sitting on the ground, silently bandaging the wound on his shoulder .

Through the faint firelight and moonlight, Thales saw the biggest feature of the opponent at a glance: he has no legs.

Rolf's legs were still up to his knees, but the thick and strong man in front of him had empty trousers below half of his thighs, and his trousers were tied into two knots, which showed his past misfortune.

Thales frowned slightly.

The man named Griveau snorted coldly. He bit the bandage and tried to raise his head: "Tell me, come here late at night, are you Nicolai, Urad, or someone else? ……Huh?"

There was doubt in Griveau's eyes.

With the help of the light, Thales saw his face as expected: there was nothing in Griveau's left eye socket, leaving only a dark hole.

And under his short hair, there is only a round hole where the left ear should be.

It's like the ear has been cut off by the root.

Thales was stunned.

"A brat?"

The strong man frowned suspiciously.

While talking, Grevet pulled up one corner of the cloth strip with his left hand with only three fingers, and bit the other corner in his mouth. His right hand was propped on the ground, helping the rickety body with only half of it to maintain balance, desperately giving himself Plaque the wound.

There was a touch of sadness in Thales' heart.

this person……

There are only "half" people left.

"Hey! Don't be distracted, brat!"

Thales' complexion changed, he came back to his senses, and scratched his forehead: "Actually, I'm almost fourteen years old..."

"You're really a child," Griveau shook his head and snorted softly, "Why, is child labor popular? Tsk tsk, people nowadays, why are they so cruel?"

cruel?

Looking at Griveau sitting among the corpses on the ground, Thales could only smile helplessly.

Griveaux has a flat face but a high nose, and his face is full of untrimmed stubble, which makes people suspect that he has cut it randomly with a table knife.

I saw him bandaging the wound, grabbing back with his left hand, and there was a rolling sound of rubbing in the darkness.

A wooden wheelchair was pulled to the side by the man.

Grewal gritted his teeth, fixed the wheelchair on the edge of a protruding stone slab, grasped the arm of the chair with his left hand, and firmly supported the ground with his right hand.

He propped up half of his body from the ground, leaned towards the wheelchair tremblingly, and wanted to sit in the wheelchair.

Thales' heart skipped a beat, seeing his strenuous movements, he was about to step forward to help.

But at the next moment, Griveau counterattacked him with his actions: the strong man let out a muffled grunt, his powerful right arm seemed to explode with infinite power, and he pushed hard on the ground!

In the next second, the rude man rose steadily into the air.

Thales stopped abruptly when he stepped out.

With the wheelchair trembling, Griveau fell into it without any mistakes.

Griveau leaned back in the wheelchair, let out a breath of relief, glanced contemptuously at the corpses all over the floor, and showed a cold smile.

At this moment, Thales suddenly realized that although the other party seemed to be disabled, there was only half of his body left.

But no doubt about it.

The man in front of him was one of the strongest and strongest fighters he had ever seen.

at this moment.

A female voice, which he had not heard for a long time, passed by his ears in a trance.

Gentle, light, but with a hint of uncompromising stubbornness.

is her.

is her.

But who is she?

He reached out subconsciously.

But nothing was caught.

Leave a blank.

"Hello!"

"It's all distracting," Grevet pushed the wheelchair in front of him, looked Thales up and down, and nodded his head with doubts on his face: "You...you're not brain-dead, are you?"

Thales was startled, and flashed back the sudden memory back into the depths of his mind.

Grewal squeezed his right fist and made a crisp sound.

This voice made Thales nervous.

He tried his best not to look at the corpses around him, and forced a forced smile.

Concentrate, now...

Thales took a deep breath, trying to look friendly.

Puttilai said—smile, smile, smile when you face your connector.

The prince opened his mouthful of white teeth and looked straight at the man in the wheelchair: "So, you are the one Puttilai said?"

Griveau frowned and replied loudly, "Who?"

Thales was taken aback by the loud and unpleasant voice.

"Puttilai, uh, that's the one..." Thales tried his best to maintain a smile, uttering a common language close to the standard Northland accent:

"Strange uncle smoking a pipe?"

Griveau blinked his remaining eyes and scratched his chin under the moonlight.

He opened his mouth impatiently, and asked loudly but vaguely:

"What did you say?"

Thales' heart trembled.

Nope.

"Or, or there is someone, his name is not necessarily Putilai, maybe he uses a pseudonym, and he doesn't necessarily have to smoke. He probably doesn't have time to smoke these days..." Thales danced and tried to build his own language , while slandering Puttilai's unreliability in his heart:

"He asked you to give someone... you know, at this moment, give someone, give someone..."

Thales waved his arms, shook his head slightly, and looked expectantly at Griveau, who seemed to have not yet entered the situation: "Give him to..."

"At this time? Put someone..." The rude man narrowed his eyes, rolled them around, and thought for a while.

I saw him tentatively asking: "You mean... transported out of the city?"

Thales' eyes lit up, and he snapped his fingers: "Yes! That's it!"

Griveau fell silent.

The man in the wheelchair watched him silently for several seconds.

Thales felt a little nervous.

until……

"Oh oh oh!"

Griveau's expression changed, and he slapped his head violently!

The strong man suddenly realized, and pointed his right hand to Thales: "So it's you!"

God bless.

Thales exhaled!

He just felt a stone in his heart fall to the ground.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes!"

Thales slapped his thigh, feeling that the negotiation just now was so difficult, he smiled with difficulty: "It's me, haha, hello... Hehe, uh, what's your name?"

"Hmm..." Griveau squinted his eyes and continued to look at him, making a low guttural voice.

The hairy feeling in Thales' heart came up again.

"Grivo," the rude man laughed a second later, showing his big yellow teeth, and stretched out his right hand to him:

"Drew Greaver."

Thales breathed a sigh of relief again.

Fortunately, this connector seems to be relatively easy to talk to...

With lingering fear, he stretched out his right hand and grasped Griveau's palm: "Then..."

at this moment.

"boom!"

Thales, who hadn't reacted yet, only felt a weight in his right hand, a pain in his neck, and his vision shook violently!

A majestic force erupted from Griveau's right palm, pulling Thales off balance and falling in Griveau's direction!

"caught you!"

Griveau's happy laugh came from beside his ears.

"Hahahaha, want to leave the city secretly? Hey, are you the little prince of the stars who was taken away?"

Grevell's rough laughter became louder and louder, which made Thales' ears hurt.

what happened?

Thales, who was having difficulty breathing, tried his best to open his eyes, only to find in horror that he had been clasped tightly from behind by Griveau in the wheelchair!

The latter's left arm wrapped around the prince's neck, and the iron-like muscles on the arm were like a cage, and the prince, whose back was turned to the man, was strangled to death in Griveau's arms.

"Whether it's underground or official, the entire Dragon Clouds City is going crazy for you—I was annoyed by these things the most, and I didn't even want to take care of them, but you actually came here by yourself! Hahahaha..."

No.

No!

The crime of Hell River surged up in an instant.

Thales gritted his teeth and wanted to break free, but found that his struggle was futile: Griveau held his arms firmly on his back relying only on his powerful right hand and abdominal muscles.

Useless.

From the moment he was hooped into Griveau's arms, he had already lost the best position for exerting force.

Under the opponent's imprisonment, he couldn't even touch the j dagger.

"Guess what price the Heroic Spirit Palace is willing to pay me?"

Griveau's laughter was rather ferocious and triumphant: "Damn it, how many things was smashed by that dead face in my territory in the afternoon, this time he must pay for shit!"

Griveau's left arm suddenly exerted force!

Thales only felt his head tilted back, and the bright moon and starry sky appeared in front of him.

"Of course, it doesn't necessarily have to be the Heroic Spirit Palace. At this moment, many people want you." Griveau's hands became stronger and stronger, and the laughter from behind his ears was full of excitement: "I Think about it, do you want 1,000 gold coins or 2,000 gold coins? Tsk, isn’t that too much?”

Thales' face gradually turned red, and he felt that his neck was getting more and more uncomfortable: Griveau's left arm hooked his neck, oppressing Thales' trachea irresistibly.

The force was so great that the prince even felt that his back was about to be pressed into Griveau's chest.

This guy……

Why so much effort!

The prince, who was having difficulty breathing, tried his best to lift his right leg, and kicked it down desperately!

But the pain in his feet told him that he could barely reach the floor and hit the hard wood of the wheelchair.

Thales remembered sadly that Griveau had no legs.

"Otherwise, it's okay to ask for something else, this matter needs to be more cautious..."

Thales' vision began to gradually blur as he became short of breath.

Soon, many "golden stars" that only he could see appeared in the starry sky in front of him.

No.

Can't go on like this.

He desperately sucked in a little air, and relying on his rich experience of being strangled many times, he held his breath and stopped moving to consume his energy.

Thales blushed, forced a few voices out of the trachea, and said angrily, "You... are not... the connector..."

"Grivo..."

What greeted him was Grevet's wanton laughter:

"Hahaha, so that's the case! The connectors can make mistakes, it seems that your information is very careless!"

Under the double torment of hypoxia and pain, Thales desperately maintained his final calmness.

He no longer has the time to complain about Putillai.

"etc……"

Thales twisted his face and squeezed out a few words in pain:

"Double!"

"If you want money, I'll give you... double..."

Griveau was slightly taken aback, then snorted coldly.

"Shut up," the rude man seemed unmoved, he chewed his teeth and said coldly, "Don't think I'm a fool..."

But his voice gradually weakened.

In the next moment, Thales only felt the pressure on his neck loosen slightly.

A breath of long-lost air, mixed with pain and friction, was sucked into his lungs.

There was the sound of grinding teeth behind the ear, and Griveau's ugly but slightly emotional voice: "Hey, brat..."

The rude man swallowed slowly and said softly:

"Really... double?"

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Chapter 337 Double? ,Kingdom Bloodline - Flash Dance Novels

The next second, a terrifying loud noise suddenly came from outside the alleyway!

"boom!"

Thales was taken aback. 35xs

It sounds like someone hit the wall...

There was a disorganized uproar from the other side of the wall.

"No, this bastard..."

"Griveau, are you—"

"Copy guy..."

But it's not over yet.

"boom!"

There was another muffled sound, to Thales's ears, it sounded like a fist-to-fist clash!

There was a crisp bone cracking sound, accompanied by a cry of pain.

"Damn it, let me put him... ah—"

"Shua!" This time it was the sound of a knife piercing into flesh!

"The son of a bitch..."

"Crack!"

This time it sounded like a cracking bone.

"Ahhhh—"

"How the hell did he—"

"Kill him for me—"

The continuous screams of the crowd sounded from outside the alleyway, and Thales, who was listening, became more and more nervous.

What the hell happened?

"What about flying knives? Use flying knives to deal with..."

The chaotic crowd began to look hysterical.

"Ahhh—I swear, we won't, we won't let you go, no! Everyone you cherish, we will..."

"Boom!"

Another dull sound of the body falling to the ground cut off the harsh voice.

"Give the knife to—"

"Hey! Wow..."

Thales' heart skipped a beat: he was both unfamiliar and familiar with this sound—a soldier on the battlefield had his artery cut, and blood gushed out and splattered everywhere.

The voices of the crowd grew panicked.

"No, no, wait a minute, we have something to talk about—"

"Bang! Boom!"

The deadly blunt sounds sounded again one after another.

Thales behind the wall was terrified.

The voices of the crowd grew thinner.

"No no no, I'm just an errand-"

"boom!"

Thales was startled: the wall he was leaning against trembled slightly, as if someone had been knocked over, and a lot of dust fell.

After this, the noise outside, whether it was the cry for help or the sound of fighting, was much less.

The last voice begging for mercy came with a crying voice:

"Don't, don't, whether it's following you or arresting you, this is their idea... I'm really not with them—"

But the next moment, a chilling crisp sound rang out:

"Clack!"

Thales closed his eyes: he also recognized this voice.

It was the sound of a neck being snapped.

After more than a dozen soul-stirring bangs, the low wall finally became quiet.

The chaos outside seemed to subside.

Thales opened his eyes dignifiedly and cautiously, holding his breath.

No way?

In the eerie silence, there were only two breaths left behind the alleyway.

A calm, thick, slightly panting.

A panic, anxious, rapid frequency.

Even with Hellriver's Sin's abilities maxed out, he couldn't hear the breath of other living things.

Only... two people left?

Thales closed his mouth in shock.

After a few seconds.

The rude male voice that hadn't been heard for a long time, accompanied by a muffled groan, came again:

"Hmph, damned supernatural being, he thought he had some tricks, so he played tricks—ah, it really hurts."

There was a snort, as if the blade had been pulled out of flesh and blood.

Clang—the sound of metal falling to the ground.

Following this sound, another sound of breathing behind the wall became more rapid and unstable.

"You, you, you, G, G, Griveau, old, boss, I, I, I, I'm not..."

The voice trembled.

In response, Griveau's faint sneer came: "Hmph, more than a dozen people."

"Not even a cripple in a wheelchair."

"So ashamed of you."

Thales frowned tightly: What are you doing?

A dozen or so, as well as people with supernatural abilities, all of them...

The only cry left was too frightened to even speak.

"Hey."

But Griveau's next words made him breathless:

"Lucky for you, little man, I need a tongue to convey..."

The owner of the trembling voice seemed to have figured out the meaning of this sentence, and suddenly slowed down.

In the next second, he hurriedly uttered, feeling like weeping with joy: "Yes, of course! Boss Griveau, tell me, no matter what you say, I will..."

"Hmph." Griveau snorted coldly, forcing the survivors' flattering and trembling voices back.

In the breathtaking silence, Thales didn't dare to speak out while listening to Thales in the corner.

Obviously, the people behind the wall are dangerous characters.

"Listen up, scumbags."

Griveau's rough and ugly voice sounded slowly: "You think you can force me to give in by threats and violence?"

"You know, Urad has used all means for more than ten years, and finally even pulled the military crossbow from Heisha Ling, but he still failed to kill me..."

There was a rare sense of ferocity in Griveau's voice: "Hmph, let alone the lack of legs and eyes..."

"Even if I can't speak, I can't see, my limbs are rotten, and I am paralyzed from now on," the rude soldier said in a low voice, but his words were like iron: "I can still grit my teeth and jump out of the bed, one by one..."

"Chew it into pieces."

Snapped!

There was a scream from behind the wall.

Thales could feel it: the survivor was picked up by Griveau.

"Do you think it's scary for the meteorites to rampage in the city and go crazy? Ha," the rude man's voice sounded more and more terrifying: "When you piss off Griveau, you'll know..."

"That dead face who only knows how to behead his head is so gentle and gentle."

Thales heard that fearful breathing, accompanied by the chattering of upper and lower teeth.

"Pass the word back," Griveau said coldly:

"I may not be able to protect my turf, my brother."

"But I'm pretty good at holding grudges."

"As of today, anything that happens on my property, and I mean anything, like the little girl across the door from me losing a rag doll, like my neighbor's dog's bowl missing a bone... "

"I will remember it all on your heads."

thump, thump, thump.

It was like the sound of the index finger tapping the forehead heavily.

The shuddering breath had already shaken out of shape.

"You better hope that the shield and hammer zones are safe and prosperous, otherwise..."

"In return... I will tear each of you to death, no matter where he hides, no matter how high his status is."

"Just like you saw."

thump!

There was the sound of a body falling to the ground.

"Get out." Greve said slowly, his voice was frosty.

In the next second, amidst the trembling breathing, there was the rustling sound of panicked footsteps, turning over countless debris along the way, and there was also a lot of rubbing sound of clothes against the ground.

The footsteps gradually faded away.

Behind the wall, Thales let out a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, he only felt his heart beating a little faster: it's over.

Now, just wait for that wheelchair to leave...

"Hello!"

The rude male voice sounded again.

More lazy meaning.

"The one listening to the corner," Griveau's deep voice clearly and unmistakably entered Thales' ears:

"How long are you going to hide?"

Thales felt a slight chill in his heart.

What?

He touched his stiff neck, raised his head with a dull expression, and looked at the low wall that blocked him tightly in front of him.

calm.

Calm down, Thales.

Taking a chance, the prince pursed his lips: Maybe it wasn't me?

"Hmph. Flash Dance Novel Network"

"Stop pretending, that guy behind the wall." Griveau seemed to squeeze his fist, and there was a frightening crisp sound: "Watching the excitement is fun, isn't it?"

"Hey, wait until I get you out, you're out of luck."

The prince closed his eyes, full of helplessness.

Thales took a deep breath.

Think positively, Thales.

It's late at night, and it's the mostly abandoned Shield Zone, and that guy—he couldn't be the one who just happened to be here for a walk.

Moreover, according to what Grevet said just now, he should have traveled alone before being besieged by his opponents in this place.

And coming to this place specially at night means...

Thales adjusted his breathing, used that reason to convince himself over and over again, and then resolutely stepped forward.

Out of the narrow alley.

The cold wind was blowing, and the exaggerated temperature difference between day and night in the north made Thales shiver.

Outside the alleyway, a dilapidated scene of the shield area appeared in front of him.

But what really caught his attention was the mess in front of him.

Thales stared blankly at the scene under the night: more than a dozen corpses lay motionless on the ground or against the wall, in different poses, their expressions frozen at the last moment, either in horror, fear, or anger.

Some of them had deformed hands and feet, some bent their bodies, and some even leaked their internal organs all over the place, which looked particularly ferocious and strange against the backdrop of the dark night and the bright moon.

A few torches fell feebly to the ground, burning tenaciously, barely providing some illumination.

Thales slipped: he accidentally stepped on a pool of blood.

It's like a wild slaughterhouse.

In this scene that made people hold their breath, Thales swallowed desperately, and saw clearly the only person who was still alive: a strong man was sitting on the ground, silently bandaging the wound on his shoulder .

Through the faint firelight and moonlight, Thales saw the biggest feature of the opponent at a glance: he has no legs.

Rolf's legs were still up to his knees, but the thick and strong man in front of him had empty trousers below half of his thighs, and his trousers were tied into two knots, which showed his past misfortune.

Thales frowned slightly.

The man named Griveau snorted coldly. He bit the bandage and tried to raise his head: "Tell me, come here late at night, are you Nicolai, Urad, or someone else? ……Huh?"

There was doubt in Griveau's eyes.

With the help of the light, Thales saw his face as expected: there was nothing in Griveau's left eye socket, leaving only a dark hole.

And under his short hair, there is only a round hole where the left ear should be.

It's like the ear has been cut off by the root.

Thales was stunned.

"A brat?"

The strong man frowned suspiciously.

While talking, Grevet pulled up one corner of the cloth strip with his left hand with only three fingers, and bit the other corner in his mouth. His right hand was propped on the ground, helping the rickety body with only half of it to maintain balance, desperately giving himself Plaque the wound.

There was a touch of sadness in Thales' heart.

this person……

There are only "half" people left.

"Hey! Don't be distracted, brat!"

Thales' complexion changed, he came back to his senses, and scratched his forehead: "Actually, I'm almost fourteen years old..."

"You're really a child," Griveau shook his head and snorted softly, "Why, is child labor popular? Tsk tsk, people nowadays, why are they so cruel?"

cruel?

Looking at Griveau sitting among the corpses on the ground, Thales could only smile helplessly.

Griveaux has a flat face but a high nose, and his face is full of untrimmed stubble, which makes people suspect that he has cut it randomly with a table knife.

I saw him bandaging the wound, grabbing back with his left hand, and there was a rolling sound of rubbing in the darkness.

A wooden wheelchair was pulled to the side by the man.

Grewal gritted his teeth, fixed the wheelchair on the edge of a protruding stone slab, grasped the arm of the chair with his left hand, and firmly supported the ground with his right hand.

He propped up half of his body from the ground, leaned towards the wheelchair tremblingly, and wanted to sit in the wheelchair.

Thales' heart skipped a beat, seeing his strenuous movements, he was about to step forward to help.

But at the next moment, Griveau counterattacked him with his actions: the strong man let out a muffled grunt, his powerful right arm seemed to explode with infinite power, and he pushed hard on the ground!

In the next second, the rude man rose steadily into the air.

Thales stopped abruptly when he stepped out.

With the wheelchair trembling, Griveau fell into it without any mistakes.

Griveau leaned back in the wheelchair, let out a breath of relief, glanced contemptuously at the corpses all over the floor, and showed a cold smile.

At this moment, Thales suddenly realized that although the other party seemed to be disabled, there was only half of his body left.

But no doubt about it.

The man in front of him was one of the strongest and strongest fighters he had ever seen.

at this moment.

A female voice, which he had not heard for a long time, passed by his ears in a trance.

Gentle, light, but with a hint of uncompromising stubbornness.

is her.

is her.

But who is she?

He reached out subconsciously.

But nothing was caught.

Leave a blank.

"Hello!"

"It's all distracting," Grevet pushed the wheelchair in front of him, looked Thales up and down, and nodded his head with doubts on his face: "You...you're not brain-dead, are you?"

Thales was startled, and flashed back the sudden memory back into the depths of his mind.

Grewal squeezed his right fist and made a crisp sound.

This voice made Thales nervous.

He tried his best not to look at the corpses around him, and forced a forced smile.

Concentrate, now...

Thales took a deep breath, trying to look friendly.

Puttilai said—smile, smile, smile when you face your connector.

The prince opened his mouthful of white teeth and looked straight at the man in the wheelchair: "So, you are the one Puttilai said?"

Griveau frowned and replied loudly, "Who?"

Thales was taken aback by the loud and unpleasant voice.

"Puttilai, uh, that's the one..." Thales tried his best to maintain a smile, uttering a common language close to the standard Northland accent:

"Strange uncle smoking a pipe?"

Griveau blinked his remaining eyes and scratched his chin under the moonlight.

He opened his mouth impatiently, and asked loudly but vaguely:

"What did you say?"

Thales' heart trembled.

Nope.

"Or, or there is someone, his name is not necessarily Putilai, maybe he uses a pseudonym, and he doesn't necessarily have to smoke. He probably doesn't have time to smoke these days..." Thales danced and tried to build his own language , while slandering Puttilai's unreliability in his heart:

"He asked you to give someone... you know, at this moment, give someone, give someone..."

Thales waved his arms, shook his head slightly, and looked expectantly at Griveau, who seemed to have not yet entered the situation: "Give him to..."

"At this time? Put someone..." The rude man narrowed his eyes, rolled them around, and thought for a while.

I saw him tentatively asking: "You mean... transported out of the city?"

Thales' eyes lit up, and he snapped his fingers: "Yes! That's it!"

Griveau fell silent.

The man in the wheelchair watched him silently for several seconds.

Thales felt a little nervous.

until……

"Oh oh oh!"

Griveau's expression changed, and he slapped his head violently!

The strong man suddenly realized, and pointed his right hand to Thales: "So it's you!"

God bless.

Thales exhaled!

He just felt a stone in his heart fall to the ground.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes!"

Thales slapped his thigh, feeling that the negotiation just now was so difficult, he smiled with difficulty: "It's me, haha, hello... Hehe, uh, what's your name?"

"Hmm..." Griveau squinted his eyes and continued to look at him, making a low guttural voice.

The hairy feeling in Thales' heart came up again.

"Grivo," the rude man laughed a second later, showing his big yellow teeth, and stretched out his right hand to him:

"Drew Greaver."

Thales breathed a sigh of relief again.

Fortunately, this connector seems to be relatively easy to talk to...

With lingering fear, he stretched out his right hand and grasped Griveau's palm: "Then..."

at this moment.

"boom!"

Thales, who hadn't reacted yet, only felt a weight in his right hand, a pain in his neck, and his vision shook violently!

A majestic force erupted from Griveau's right palm, pulling Thales off balance and falling in Griveau's direction!

"caught you!"

Griveau's happy laugh came from beside his ears.

"Hahahaha, want to leave the city secretly? Hey, are you the little prince of the stars who was taken away?"

Grevell's rough laughter became louder and louder, which made Thales' ears hurt.

what happened?

Thales, who was having difficulty breathing, tried his best to open his eyes, only to find in horror that he had been clasped tightly from behind by Griveau in the wheelchair!

The latter's left arm wrapped around the prince's neck, and the iron-like muscles on the arm were like a cage, and the prince, whose back was turned to the man, was strangled to death in Griveau's arms.

"Whether it's underground or official, the entire Dragon Clouds City is going crazy for you—I was annoyed by these things the most, and I didn't even want to take care of them, but you actually came here by yourself! Hahahaha..."

No.

No!

The crime of Hell River surged up in an instant.

Thales gritted his teeth and wanted to break free, but found that his struggle was futile: Griveau held his arms firmly on his back relying only on his powerful right hand and abdominal muscles.

Useless.

From the moment he was hooped into Griveau's arms, he had already lost the best position for exerting force.

Under the opponent's imprisonment, he couldn't even touch the j dagger.

"Guess what price the Heroic Spirit Palace is willing to pay me?"

Griveau's laughter was rather ferocious and triumphant: "Damn it, how many things was smashed by that dead face in my territory in the afternoon, this time he must pay for shit!"

Griveau's left arm suddenly exerted force!

Thales only felt his head tilted back, and the bright moon and starry sky appeared in front of him.

"Of course, it doesn't necessarily have to be the Heroic Spirit Palace. At this moment, many people want you." Griveau's hands became stronger and stronger, and the laughter from behind his ears was full of excitement: "I Think about it, do you want 1,000 gold coins or 2,000 gold coins? Tsk, isn’t that too much?”

Thales' face gradually turned red, and he felt that his neck was getting more and more uncomfortable: Griveau's left arm hooked his neck, oppressing Thales' trachea irresistibly.

The force was so great that the prince even felt that his back was about to be pressed into Griveau's chest.

This guy……

Why so much effort!

The prince, who was having difficulty breathing, tried his best to lift his right leg, and kicked it down desperately!

But the pain in his feet told him that he could barely reach the floor and hit the hard wood of the wheelchair.

Thales remembered sadly that Griveau had no legs.

"Otherwise, it's okay to ask for something else, this matter needs to be more cautious..."

Thales' vision began to gradually blur as he became short of breath.

Soon, many "golden stars" that only he could see appeared in the starry sky in front of him.

No.

Can't go on like this.

He desperately sucked in a little air, and relying on his rich experience of being strangled many times, he held his breath and stopped moving to consume his energy.

Thales blushed, forced a few voices out of the trachea, and said angrily, "You... are not... the connector..."

"Grivo..."

What greeted him was Grevet's wanton laughter:

"Hahaha, so that's the case! The connectors can make mistakes, it seems that your information is very careless!"

Under the double torment of hypoxia and pain, Thales desperately maintained his final calmness.

He no longer has the time to complain about Putillai.

"etc……"

Thales twisted his face and squeezed out a few words in pain:

"Double!"

"If you want money, I'll give you... double..."

Griveau was slightly taken aback, then snorted coldly.

"Shut up," the rude man seemed unmoved, he chewed his teeth and said coldly, "Don't think I'm a fool..."

But his voice gradually weakened.

In the next moment, Thales only felt the pressure on his neck loosen slightly.

A breath of long-lost air, mixed with pain and friction, was sucked into his lungs.

There was the sound of grinding teeth behind the ear, and Griveau's ugly but slightly emotional voice: "Hey, brat..."

The rude man swallowed slowly and said softly:

"Really... double?"