Chapter 544: Port conflict (on)

The neurotic boy [white front] knelt silently in a shrine in Port Villegne's downtown and fell into contemplation.
The city is built on the ruins of mankind, surrounded by several fortresses surrounded by hexagons, and a set of labyrinth tracks connects every workshop area of ​​Vangeli for basic transportation. The concept is that the craftsmen Obtained there, although generally run on the track is a hand-drawn cart with fart spirits, but it also greatly improves efficiency.
The bustling city streets are packed with kids, craftsmen and farts, and a large part of the entire city is divided by various gangs.
Vangeli was the first seaport of the Oaks, and included the overlord’s ambition to conquer the ocean, so he paid special attention to this place, especially from Arkham to send a team of guards to station.
Their task is simple, to ensure that this place will not fall into endless street fighting.
At this moment, the task is put aside by him, immersing himself in the shadow of the temple, and thereby calming his concussive spiritual power.
Control is very important for a neuro boy. They can easily gain power, but they can also be easily destroyed by this power.
But even at this time, he was fully armed, and the metal gloves of his left hand swept randomly over the helmet on the ground, and the silver long corners of the great overlord flashed in the glimmer.
"Soon……"
He thought with some joy.
He and thirty companions have been in Vangeli for more than a month. They have been acting as a fire brigade and nanny for idiot-like gold teeth, thus separating them from other soldiers in their army.
For Bai Hou, their "holiday" was extremely long. At first, he mixed with the boys in the harbor with curiosity, but even if he took off his armor and put on the ordinary garbage armor to greet His remains awe and fear.
Later, he was tired of dealing with these fishy chickens. They were really stupid, and they always asked some idiots who broke through the sky.
He longed to follow the great overlord again and return to the battlefield to bring iron and blood to this world full of weak chickens and idiots.
The news that the overlord has conquered the gangster and won the victory has been conveyed. Bai En envyed his fellow overlords. That is what a guard should really do.
Although Bai Biao is a nervous boy, he is still a warrior, which has been imprinted in his blood. To deny this is to deny the existence of his genetic structure.
But at the same time, he can't go against the will of the overlord and the wisdom of his leadership. Such a thing is unimaginable. Therefore, Bai Rong often seeks to stay in a secluded place, seeking opportunities to listen to and engage in Mao's voice.
"You don't have to kneel all the time, buddy."
A deep voice rang behind Bai's forehead, and he quickly stood up to face the intruder.
"Chalkin."
White forehead shook his head and put his short knife back into the scabbard on his hip.
Normally, Whitehead will attack the opponent with a headshot because of this provocative words, but he and Chalkin have established a very strong friendship, even surpassing the class difference between the guards.
This is a bond formed after countless battles. The white forehead is dominated by emotions but tends to be cautious. Chalkin is sometimes irritable and aggressive, but he is less fanatic than other boys.
When they are together, they maintain a balance with each other.
Guard Captain Chalkin and his companion Nepie are wearing the same outfits. His off-white armor is huge and angular. It is also reflected in the white-fronted armor and is also imprinted with the guard's logo.
His shoulder armor, arm armor, and throat guard are all inlaid with silver, and a completely peeled human skin hangs from his left shoulder armor to the right chest of his armor.
Neither guard was wearing a helmet. White-fronted was fixed to a buckle on his belt when he got up, while Chalkin's helmet was held under his arm by him.
"Are you thinking about those nagging things again?"
Some kind of bored emotion flashed through Charkin's blood-red eyes.
"Aren't you eager to return to the battlefield to be part of the spear of killing again?"
As a captain, Chalkin was once part of the killing spear of the elite guards organization. After he was deployed to Arkham, he stayed away from this organization full of power and glory.
He is of course eager to rejoin it and fight the overlord’s enemies.
"But your thoughts are hidden in the dark, that's not what a guard should do!"
Chalkin snapped back and stepped forward.
He managed to maintain a stern expression, but a moment later he patted the other person's shoulder with a smile on his face.
"Ah, man, I didn't come to fight with you."
With that said, he firmly grasped the white forehead.
"You say this every time, and then you have to quarrel with me every time."
White forehead didn't eat his set, and shook the other hand away, his forehead lifted slightly, squeezing a white spot in the wrinkle.
He was born with a white spot on his forehead, which is the origin of his name.
"You should go out and go, buddy."
Chalkin added:
"During this time, Jinya went to sea to hunt, and the lame boss did not settle down."
"Golden Teeth will not die."
"Who knows, but before he can clearly hear the death, we have to settle things, at least let the overlord decide who should decide this place, and the rest of the matter has nothing to do with us."
It is only a short distance from the white-fronted small temple to the dock, and through a narrow promenade lined with ferns and broken statues, you can quickly reach a wide square with multiple exits.
The guards, who were talking warmly, walked towards the westward fork that would eventually bring them to the dock.
Turning a corner, two of the guards, Chalgin, were hit in the chest. Although the shock surprised the captain of the guard, he did not shake him.
He looked down to see what hit him.
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"What do you mean?"
Chalkin stepped forward and asked aloud.
The sweaty mechanic curled up under the tall guard, curling up in front of the opponent's obvious power.
He was trembling, and despite a tall warrior standing in front of him, he glanced back at the direction he came before wiping his head with a dirty mechanic suit.
"Say!"
Chalkin was forced, and picked up the opponent with his hand, shaking vigorously.
Because he was choking the other person's neck, the mechanic could only stretch his tongue and make a continuous gasp, and he couldn't say a complete word.
"Before you strangled him, he couldn't say anything."
White-fronted calmly persuaded, put his hand on the opponent's shoulder armor, this gesture calmed the guard captain, making him a little concession.
"Say, what drives you crazy like a jump!"
"Ship, ship!"
The mechanic breathed quickly as he spoke.
"Golden Tooth's ship is back, but he suddenly went crazy!"
He narrated endlessly.
"They fight, they are everywhere--"
Chalkin exchanged a skeptical look with Bai Biao, then the captain of the guard turned and once again directed his brutal gaze at the mechanic.
"What the are you doing! When did Jinya return?"
The mechanic pointed to the rear with a trembling finger, and there was thick smoke rising from the position leading to the dock and dock, and the faint sound of gunfire.
"Damn..."
Chalkin moaned inside.
"We must hurry up!"
At the next moment, he said that he would take a big step in the direction of the port, leaving the cowering mechanic behind him, followed by thirty guards.