Chapter 1351: 　Bleeding Night (1)

"Master Xiu Te expressed his position so quickly, he didn't want to get some results as soon as possible to please the emperor. `Le`wen`` But President, you have to think about it yourself, as soon as you start this kind of thing. There is no retreat. In the past, our black heart was in the great wasteland. Although we have the support behind us and Dubia, we are at least neutral on the surface. Some things are easy to talk about as long as you don’t tear your face. Now once you lose this The apparent neutrality means that we can no longer evade many problems as easily as we did in the past. This is not only tied to a chariot with Dobia, but also advances and retreats with today’s wasteland co-owner."
Meldy simply stopped the car and looked at his union president solemnly.
The gentle smile on the man’s face remained the same. He glanced out the window and said: "My dear Merdy, everything is constantly changing, and our position cannot never change. The Dark King’s coming By itself, it means that the pattern of the wasteland will have a major change. Believe me, if we don’t choose a clear position. Next, we will be lucky to be driven out of the wasteland by this adult. So here In fact, unless Mr. Shute can leave a retreat for our union in Dobia. Otherwise, even if Shute does not agree, I have to make my own decision."
Meldy glanced at the man in the carriage and hummed: "Since you have decided, why didn't you tell me the answer, then I can just agree to it."
"That doesn't work either. The promise is too easy, but it seems that we are worthless." The man smiled gently.
Meldy rolled his eyes: "Then you mean, I will postpone it until tomorrow night before giving someone an answer."
"That's even worse, it will leave the impression of hesitation on that adult."
"That's not okay, that's not okay, then when will you reply?"
"Don't be angry, dear Meldy. Before noon tomorrow, you can bring the answer and the address of the Shadow Army branch. As for our remuneration, don't rush to make a price, but you can't give that adult our ambitions. Big idea. So it's up to you, Meldy, to react to the situation." The man smiled like a fox.
It's a pity that there is no such animal on Agareth, so Meldi just said cruelly: "You are so troublesome!"
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At noon of the day, Meldy sent the answers and news Allen wanted. As for Darkheart's failure to make the offer immediately, Alan was not in a hurry to have them showdown, and agreed without moving. The calmer he was, the more Meldy felt that Alan was unfathomable.
After Meldy left, Allen called Laura and told the Shadow Army branch information, and then said: "Since the Devil Kingdom is first, then we have to pay them a big gift. This is called hospitality. The Dark Heart has already obtained the specific address for us. The next question is, who is going to knock on this branch."
"I'm not going." Hubble shook his head. "I'm not interested in assassins or anything. It's not fun to beat up a soft guy."
Belmode is not as picky as he is, smiling and saying, "Count me."
"I'll go too." Bai said immediately.
Laura rubbed the boy's head: "You probably wouldn't be relieved without me looking at him." These words were actually addressed to Allen. In the end, Tracey was about to make a statement, but Ellen gave her another task: "You go to Zassona and ask him for someone, and you are not afraid to tell him clearly. This action is for the Shadow Army."
Tracey nodded and said, "You are trying to force him to express his attitude."
"Does he still want to remain neutral?" Allen said indifferently: "This is not only to tell Zasso, but also to convey to the people of Kegasi. There is no such thing as neutrality in the wasteland. Soon we will Will leave this place, the wasteland will be our rear position in the future. The combat units produced by Mitinas in the future will be assembled here, and then transported to the battlefield designated by me as necessary. So if there is any problem now, it is better Solve it as soon as possible. I don't want to save it to worry about the fire in the backyard."
"I see, Master." Trisili left altogether.
"The time for the action is tonight, Belmode, you go and watch them first. The others do not matter, but the head of the branch, I want him to go nowhere."
Belmode raised his head and glanced at Alan, seeing the killing intent in the opponent's eyes, so he replaced the answer with action, and disappeared directly into the room. Allen glanced out the window and murmured: "It's time to see Gris."
One afternoon passed quickly.
Shadow Army is in the wasteland
Moro, the leader of the division, was wiping a gorgeous dagger. This dagger was rewarded by Lamer himself after he had achieved first-class combat exploits. After taking the dagger, he became the leader of the Wasteland Division, and lived here for twenty years. Twenty years ago, the original ambitious man became a mediocre equipment shop owner. If it hadn't been for the sudden appearance of the human named Allen this time, Moro might not have been hideous.
But the appearance of this wasteland co-owner allowed Moro to see his military merits. He has been working in the wasteland for so long~EbookFREE.me~From the various tasks sent down in the past, he has long seen the above thoughts. Whether it is Lamer or the supreme in the shadow castle, he does not want to see a unity in the wasteland. Situation. So after the human appeared, he even launched an attack on his own terms. In that operation, the Wasteland Division suffered heavy losses, losing ten A-level assassins in one breath, and even the only double-A-level master was said to have died. But just as Moro predicted, instead of being punished, Lamer praised him greatly.
This made Moro's dusty heart come alive again, and Lamo asked him to closely monitor every move of the wasteland. At the same time, the big boss of the Shadow Army decided to lead a team of elites to the wasteland, and must let that human die on the wasteland. Lamer even promised that Moro would be able to leave the wasteland after this matter was over.
At the thought of this, Moro's eyes were full of smiles.
"My lord, it's so bad that you can laugh." The assistant next to him murmured, "Don't we worry about when Lord Lamer will arrive, or we have to move around. We won't be caught by the dark king. Good people are now thinking of us for revenge."
The assistant who didn't know what he was saying again said, "You see, all the people we can get on the stage are dead, and it's hard to even get news."
"You mean to blame me?" Moro said with a weird yin and yang, and sneered again: "Look at your courage, you are so powerful as the dark king. He has just arrived in the wasteland so soon, he dug us so quickly News?"
There was a noise outside the window, and Moro rolled his eyes and kicked his assistant: "Go and close the window. Those are itchy if they don't fight for a day, but they make me uncomfortable. When I'm leaving, someday, You must kill these before you leave!"
(End of this chapter)