Vol 2 Chapter 345: Black trail

Chapter 345 Black Trail
In the next second, Grivo pushed away Tyres and looked away, short of breath.
Kezi coughed cough gently.
"I saw Kevin." Kezi shook his head to the left, where a young man sneaked into the back of the wall and waved to the side - Tells recognized, it was last night. The old crow came to the young coachman in the shield area.
Maybe it was just over the topic about him. After seeing Kevin, the three people didn't look good.
It’s like being stuck in the back and being caught by someone.
"I will do the final confirmation, wait for my signal." Kezi spit out the grass in his mouth, patted the dust in his hand and stood up. The original ridiculous temperament instantly became neat.
Gryvo nodded and watched her leave.
Only veterans and princes remain.
The atmosphere is a bit heavy.
Tyres looked at the back of the seamstress and suddenly said:
"To tell the truth, I have been in the North for six years, and such a Northland girl is really rare."
Grivo made a slight sigh and snorted.
"Kez's father used to be a military doctor. She grew up in a military camp. Her childhood was full of blood and misery."
Tyres looked at him.
The veteran's fingers bounced in the wheelchair, seemingly recalling the past:
"Until her father died unexpectedly, the teenage Kezze faced the old guys - you can't imagine what a girl would experience in that hell, and I can't imagine what she would look like."
Tyres was in a tight heart.
He looked at the corner where Kez disappeared, and recalled the tough impression that the seamstress had given him.
Grivo is ecstatic: "At least until I fished her out."
"Unfortunately, the famous Longyan City is not much better, especially in the shield area and the hammer area."
At this moment, the hard-working veterans are particularly tired and seem to have just experienced a big battle.
Tyres took a slow breath: "No wonder."
Grivo shook his head scornfully: "You are born noble, everything goes smoothly - I am afraid it is hard to imagine, but you think she was born with a lot of swear words, hey, the temper is violent, and there is no sense of tenderness?"
"You thought she didn't want to wear the gorgeous dress, the expensive makeup, the smeared dress sitting in the warm and gorgeous palace, and enjoying the hearty dinner and the man's favor. What?"
"When life is tough on you," Grivo squeezed the wheelchair, and the only three fingers left on his left hand trembled:
"You have to be tougher than it."
Tyres has not said a long time.
But he then looked up.
"But I think she is very good now," the prince with some inexplicable feelings, sharp eyes:

It’s the woman’s strongest, most beautiful, and most fascinating look.

Boom!
Tyres screamed.
He hugged his forehead in his hands and looked at Grivo without hesitation.
The veteran’s face is recklessly retrieved from the right hand of the cauldron:
Small age, don’t learn to pick up a girl.

Tyres replied to his aggrieved look.
"But, that's right."
"She's great," Grivor smiled slightly, with a slight flash of wrinkles in his eyes:
"For more than a decade, Kezi has been our brother."
Tyres slammed his head and didn't feel good: "Just a brother?"
"She will be very disappointed."
Gryvo looked at him intentionally or unintentionally, but did not speak.
After a few seconds, the veteran spoke openly.
"Your father, what kind of person is he?"
Tyre nerves are tight.
"My father?"
Gryvo turned his face to the other side, shaking his head and shaking his head, seemingly shrugged without hesitation: "Yes."
The prince blinked.
It was a memory that was too long ago.
Tyres frowned and replied quite a bit: "He, he is a king."
Boom!
For the second time, Tyres held his head in tears with tears and looked at Gryvo in resentment to take back his right hand.
why?
I saw that Grivo was quite angry:
"Fuck, who the mother doesn't know that your father is a king... Say something else, useful, okay?"
Tyres gnashed his teeth: "Don't move your hands again!"
"Other? He..." The prince was about to speak, but his eyes turned: "Wait, why do you want to know this?"
Grivo coughed and looked like a normal turn around his head.
"Oh, this, you know, the two kings of Exeter are mean and shameless bastards," the veteran shrugged for the second time without hesitation, and his back was rubbed in a wheelchair:
"I just wondered if the king of the stars is the same."
Tyres showed suspicious eyes.
"The old crow said, you don't care about high-level politics."
Grivo’s face changed:
Yes... I suddenly changed my mind... It’s not a bad thing to know more. Next time I meet, I can sneer at him.

The veteran shrugged for the third time.
Tyres looked at Grivo thoughtfully.
Until Gryvo coughed coughingly, turned his face.
Tyres tempted to ask:
"But don't you say you don't want to see him again? Hicks?"
Grivo's face is red: "What is your business!"
"Of course, of course, but..." Taylor looked at Grivo's side face and narrowed his eyes:
"Why is it my father?"
Grivo's face was a stiff face.
"Oh, got it," he waved his hand and interrupted Taylors: "You know... forget it, forget about it."
Grivo is cold and cold, obviously very unhappy.
"Who is the mother who cares about your king's father."
The veteran picked up his arms and turned his body. While shrugging for the fourth time, he whispered to himself: "An genius is early, young, young, handsome, and evil-minded."
Taylor looked at him quietly, smiling.
"What about Natherland?"
Grivo trembled a little: "Ah?"
"You heard what I said," Taylors sighed. "My mother? What kind of person is she?"
The waiting time for this issue is particularly long.
For a long while, Grivo licked his mouth and shook his head disdainfully.
"Your mother? Ha!"
"The nasty little girl," the veteran in the wheelchair showed a complex and incomprehensible look, saying the words of indifference: "The best thing is to blame the next mess and provoke everyone."
"Cheat everyone to wipe her ass."
Tyres nodded: "Do you include you?"
"You can spare me," Grivo shook his head and sneered:
"I hate her the most."
Taylor smiled slightly.
"You and Hicks... used to be slaves in the desert, right?"
This problem seems to have poked the pain point of Grivo.
"Hey!"
He was a few inches in the wheelchair and was very upset:
"I don't care what the old crow said to you..."
Grivo looked at Tyres in a bad manner: "I agree to help you a little, but that doesn't mean we are very familiar!"
"Stop the lyric trick of 'I am a good friend.'"
Tyres blinked helplessly and expressed understanding.
The two returned to their original position and waited for the signal from Kezi.
Until Gryvo reopened.
"Hey, the old crow doesn't talk much to me, but from the direction you want to go..." Grivo seems to be unable to naturally switch from the "furious" mood, he is very blunt:
"You have to go to the desert, right?"
Tyres was in a tight heart.
He spread his hands and just smiled.
But Gryvo seems to have seen through his mind and scorned:
"Listen, if you want to go into the desert, then you better have a skilled guide, otherwise..."
Grivo shook his head in disapproval.
In the heart of Tyres: "Is there so terrible in the desert? Orcs are still ridiculous?"
"Yes," Gryvo pulled his mouth and his eyes sharp: "The orcs, they smashed your skull like we licked eggs, and the people who are ridiculous... they are hard to say, those guys are evil. Very good."
"Evil door?"
"But your biggest threat is far from them," Grivo said with solemnity:
"It's the desert itself, the sun and the yellow sand, and the demon who whispers in your ear at all times - 'Let's lie down, sleep, dream, never stand up.'"
The expression of the veteran began to drift into the distance again.
Tyres looked at his side and remembered something: "You have entered the desert, right?"
Gryvo nodded, absent-minded:
"When you are a soldier, go inside and fight."
Tyres slightly frowned: "And then?"
Grivo looked up.
"Then," the veteran in the wheelchair looked at Tyres strictly:
"There's no after that."
Just at this time.
In the distant streets, there was a sudden commotion.
It seems that two men are arguing.
"get ready!"
Grivo policely held the ends of the wheelchair: "The signal is coming - that is ours."
Taylor stood up nervously and lowered his body to cover the hedge.

Can this be successful?

Taylors looked worriedly at the two men who started to fight in disagreement, watching their fights become more and more intense.
More and more people are joining in, turning the fight into a group, turning the group into a riot.
The patrol of the sentry post began to frown at them and seemed to have doubts.
In his heart, Tyres said: "The comet may be suspicious - I have seen the actions of the former White Blade Guards in Longyan City. I have seen how they have locked in a chaotic situation and locked a Commas's whereabouts in half an hour. The Comet and the Whiteblade Guard know the Longyan City very well, this is their home."
The riots in the distance are getting bigger and bigger, and many people come from the street to hear the news and join the fight.
Until a persuaded patrol soldier was also knocked over.
Grivor laughed sarcastically.
"The comet? Hey, the dog's head, the little brothers with his dog legs?"
The veteran in the wheelchair turned his face and looked serious:
"you are wrong."

The person who is most qualified to call this city a 'home’...

Grivo patted his chest silently.
"Never is them."
In the next second, Grivo turned to a wheelchair. In the midst of increasing turmoil, he decisively stepped out of the cover and hurried on the side of countless crowds, heading toward the cliff of the sky: "We set off."
Tyres sighed deeply, trotting, keeping up with the veterans.
The process of avoiding the sentry post is simpler than imagined. The poor people in the shield area are so powerful that the poor patrols of the dozens of people are surrounded by water, and even the self-protection is enough, not to mention the sneaking into the cliff of the sky. They are gone.
In the words of Grivo, that is, "Dragon City is really a generation is not as good as a generation."
In the chaos, before the patrol sent the brigade, they sneaked into the rocky, bumpy cliffs - God knows that the veteran is sitting in a wheelchair, how can he shake so fast!
After seven turns and eight rounds, before Tyres was about to stun, he followed Grivo's rear wheel and finally saw Ketz in front of a dark hole.
"Ready?"
Kezi looked nervous, but the action was not dragged. She took a look at the back pocket and knew that it was the inferior lamp of the old-fashioned transformation and was thrown to Tells.
The breathless Thales hugged the light and watched Kez pull out the ropes and tools. He looked solemnly: "Every time."
The fighting behind him began to slow down.
Kezi smiled softly and seemed to have disdain: "Remember, just touch the place I have stepped on."
Tyres gasped for a big breath and nodded in a complicated mood.
"Pray that I don't die inside." Kezi smiled and patted the veteran's back.
The seamstress bit the indestructible light into her mouth and straightened her body. She stepped her feet down and the whole person slid into the dark hole.
Missed the figure.
This is... the black trail?
Tyres couldn’t help but be surprised that the little cave had no holes, and Grivo sighed and patted him on the shoulder.
"My people will prepare horses there and go wherever you want to go," the veteran looked uneasy, but did not say anything at the end. "But, keep tight in it."
Tyres took a deep breath, learned the seamstress's look, and put his legs into the cave—he didn't step on it, but he felt the coolness inside, and the breeze.
"You are not coming?"
The fight behind him is still going on, but the patrol whistle has already sounded in the distance.
Obviously, time is running out.
Grivo patted his half of his thigh and sneered: "I look like I can fly away?"
Tyres has a heart.
"Go," Grivor gloomy, turning to one side: "I have to go back and clean up the mess - especially the dead face."
Tyres looked at the veteran and squeezed his fist.
"Grivo," Tyres clenched his teeth and focused on:
"Thank you."
The teenager seriously said: "Whether you are for the old crow or for my mother."
Grivor stunned.
Tyres looked at him sincerely and bowed slightly.
In the next second, the veteran's expression became irritated. He slaps on the back of Tyres, and in the exclamation of the latter, pushes him to the black trail.
Watching that Taylors disappeared into the black trail, Grivo breathed a sigh of relief and calmed down.
Oh shit.
Grivo silently muttered in his heart.
For his mother?
He thought who he was.
Gryvo turned his face in a wheelchair and looked at the increasingly clear fighting on the street. He took a sigh of relief.
"One king."
He looked at the sky that had just lit up and muttered.
"A king," Grivo's face sank, and he said to himself that he was full of low emotions:
"How could it be... the king?"
The veteran looked at his half of his thigh and touched his left eye with only a hollow left. His expression was stubborn and bleak, and he whispered:
"Fuck."
But after just a few breaths, Grivo sighed with a nervous expression.
He stiffened his face and slammed a thread from his pocket.
Slowly pull out a small black leather bag from the mezzanine.
Gryvo twitched open the leather bag, looked at the things inside, and looked at the entrance to the black trail.
I haven't said it for a long time.
The veteran stopped the action, snorted, and shook his head as if he was self-deprecating: "Fuck..."
The fighting behind him began to calm down.
But Grivo is not aware of it.
He held the things in his hand, his face was blue and red, and he put on a fierce look and shouted:
"Fuck!"
As if this can prove anything.
A few seconds later, Grivo rested on the back of the wheelchair.
He laughed weakly.
The veteran closed his eyes tightly, with a touch of ambiguity in his tone:
"Fuck."
Finally, the things in Grivo's hand slowly fell and fell to his wheelchair.
The morning light illuminates it.
It was a neatly tidy female hair.
Supple, smooth and bright.
The color is red.

After feeling the friction between the back and the rock formations, after all the way to the end of the mood, Taylors blinked a black.
Until the footsteps sounded.
"Hey, are you afraid of black?"
Thales narrowed his eyes to adapt to the sudden coming light, and looked at him with a fascinating look at the lights.
It was dark in the surrounding.
And cold.
Their annihilation lights can only illuminate a small area of ​​the body.
"Follow up," in the darkness, only the female tailor who showed half of her face in the light, helped him to illuminate the annihilation lamp, and sighed: "Black trails are like life - some roads are not easy to walk, Also be sure to keep up."
Kezi’s words are a bit lonely:
Because you are once dropped...

"I can't go back anymore."
Tyres hurriedly climbed up.
Kezi turned around, using his hands and feet on the black lacquered rock wall, which seemed to be going uphill.
"You have to climb this broken place..."
"At least I took three hundred coins last time..."
Kezi said sarcastically: "This time the customer? Give us a chance to get a gallows, ha!"
"Prince? Hey."
Tyres had to pretend not to hear.
The black trail was narrower than Tyres thought. He just wanted to reach out and grab the eternal light on his side, and his arm hit a rock on the wall.
Boom.
Thales snorted and screamed at the pain, did not dare to carelessly, carefully grasped the lights, and worked hard to keep up with Kezi's footsteps.
Kezi is obviously light and familiar, and he can barely see Kezi's trouser legs and boots through the glimmer of the lights.
Soon, Taylors learned the black path.
Obviously, there is no flat road here. It is not downhill or downhill. It is still pitted. In several places, even the steep slopes of the cliffs, you have to climb up with the hooks and then pull down the rope to pull him up.

Is this place really a person to go,
Tyres complained painfully after the eighth fall:
Black Trail?

"It wasn't so hard to go before," Kezi said in front of him: "But you know... the disaster is nothing to play with the stone in Longyan City, and it has collapsed halfway through the air."
"Quiet them to go."
In the darkness along the way, there was nowhere to touch, and Taylors often fell or slipped because he had no experience. If the experience of the fall was enough, Teres felt that he might have swollen his face.
"Be careful, don't fall anymore."
The voice of Kezi was heard in front.
Tyres blushed and cautiously explored the surrounding rock formations: "Thank you."
Kezi snorted.
"I am not talking about you, but the poor lights that don't kill - who cares that you can't fall."
Tyres raised an eyebrow and rolled his eyes in the darkness that no one saw.
"The ventilation here is very poor, and the torch will suffocate."
The front of the road leads to two gram:
"And it's too dark here, it won't break the lights, you can't get out without lighting."
Speaking of this...
Tyres’s heart: I have a way.
He smiled in his heart.
The sin of the prison river responded to his call and flocked to his eyes.
In the blood vessels around the eyelids, Taylor saw with satisfaction that the dark scene in front of him slowly turned bright.
Including the sounds in the caves - although there is only a slight chill.
Taylors only felt that the eyes were much clearer, and many obstacles that could not be seen in the dark could be avoided in advance.
So his pace quickly caught up with Kezi, which made the seamstress look at him.
"You are really quick to get started!"
Tyres couldn't help but feel a little smug, and he began to pay attention to the surrounding environment.
"Hey, is there a word here?"
Tyles turned over a relatively flat rock platform and saw strange words on the rock wall through the sin of the prison river.
"what?"
Kez, who was groping the road ahead, asked inexplicably: "How did I find out?"
Tilston's sin, the sin of the prison river continues to surge.
He narrowed his eyes and touched the words carved on the rock wall.
"August, twenty... livestock, food..." He whispered the text above.
Tyres’s expression is serious.
"Ancient empire."
Kezi climbed a piece of protruding rock and wondered: "What?"
"Text, the text on these rocks, is the ancient imperial text, this is not the ultimate empire, it is an ancient empire older than a long time ago," Taylors blinked, wondering about Gilbert long time ago. Teach yourself the ancient empire letter: "The history of this tunnel is at least a thousand years, and even longer - at least then, the North is still under the rule of the ancient empire."
"No," Taylors saw a new sentence and immediately overturned his thoughts. His curiosity was hooked up with his enthusiasm: "Some words should not be so old, I noticed that there is some mixed in these words. The grammar and usage of lingua franca - seems to record supply and inventory - this is the imperial grammar of the final empire."
"From the ancient empire to the final empire, it seems," Taylors looked at the rock wall with sorrow: "Black trail, the history here is complicated."
Kezi grinned a few times.
The seamstress seems to be doing something that is laborious, perhaps rock climbing, perfunctory:
"Yeah, really... really... really powerful... now, move your to keep going - Tyres University!"
Kezi finally climbed onto a huge rock above, and she gasped and poked her head out to reach out to the following Taylors, not snarling:
"Then give me the handle, I will pull you up."
Tyres raised his eyebrows and glanced at the figure above and moved on.
But he immediately froze.
and many more.
Taylors looked up again and looked incredulously at Kez on his head.
The annihilation lamp only illuminated a small piece of rock around her, and the rest were dark.
but.
Seeing the sight before him, Taylors was shocked!
He blinked in horror: I saw the sin in the prison river, like the darkness of the white, on the rock formation above the head of Kezi...
Suddenly more than one person.
That is a man.
He wore an old-fashioned armor, braided complex hair, thin face, open mouth, and eyeballs protruding – but without pupils, only full of white eyes.
It's like a dead body.
Taylors noticed in the faint chill: in the dark black path, only the black and the golden light, but the man is "colorful", dark blue shoulder, bright silver lock, blush belt Even the weapons are clearly colored.
What is even more bizarre is that the man is like a face-down set in the rock formation, and instead of gravity, he "sit" on the top of Kezi's head.
At that moment, Taylors felt only stiff – he suddenly remembered the story of
back to back
in the upper dormitory in another illusory world.
Why is it now...
Obviously know... I am most afraid of this kind of thing...
"Hey!"
Kezi shook his arm impatiently and said, "Are you stupid?"
Next second.
The man moved.
I saw "he" a little bit, stiffly lowering the neck.
Just like the neck is rusty.
Tyres’ scalp began to numb, and the back began to chill.
The next moment, it seems that the neck is low to the extreme, "he" began to turn the pair of eyes without eyes, only a pale eye, staring at the underlying Kez.
"He" slowly pulled up the thin muscles on his cheeks and pulled out a cold smile, revealing a sharp, rust-colored tooth, squeaking a hoarse voice with a vocal cord and spitting out a phrase.
When he heard the phrase that had stretched a lot, Tyres froze.
That is the ancient imperial language.
[Live...people...]
But Kezi is still full of impatience, and he is unaware of something a few inches above his head: "Do you want to come up?"
It seems that even the word has not been heard.
Tyres took a deep breath and lowered his head to suppress the trembling of his body.
just now.
How can he tell Kezi in the end: above your head...
Have……
Have a...
Taylors took a few deep breaths and died to drive away fear.
He made up his mind.
What is this?
Do not……
is not it……
Not just one...
Not a ghost!
With full of indignation, Teres gritted his teeth, opened his eyes and jerked his head!
But he stopped again.
I saw the top of Kezi’s head, only a dark rock formation.
Empty and empty.
What is the man lying down, what colorful ghosts.
As if it has never appeared.
"Hey Hey hey?"
Kezi looked at the stunned Tyles with a sullen look, and the lights shone on her side face and rock wall:
"What the are you doing?"
(End of this chapter)