Vol 2 Chapter 344: Hunting

Chapter 344 Hunting
Longyan City, shield area, dawn.
The golden sun has just dyed the red sky, slightly dispelling the cold of the night, and the dim streets are gradually clear.
The seemingly empty shield area has barely gained popularity, and at least the number of people walking the streets has increased.
This street in the shield area is the center of the disaster. The houses are scattered, the terrain is empty, and there is almost no cover. I heard that there are many rumors of haunting at night.
"Look at their listless, sloppy, sly look," Grivo hid behind a low fence, and the probe looked at a small patrol post in the distance, dissatisfied with his wheelchair: "That's it. Still want to catch the prince?"
"Does the dead man know that his order was executed like this?"
At the center of the street, several Longyan City patrol soldiers leaned against the wall of an abandoned house, yawned and extinguished the fire, waiting for their companions to come to work, and occasionally glanced at the passers-by around. An acquaintance will also say a few greetings.
"Because this is the shield area - the sentinel to the gates of the city and the gates is not the same. They can't wait to search the girls' milk." With Grivo on the side of the hedge. The neatly dressed seamstress Kez bites a grass in his mouth, not very good.
"And isn't this a good thing? It's easier to make our plan," Kez held his arms and turned very uncomfortably to a teenager on the side:
"Say, you really don't think about women's clothing?"
The handsome teenager in the burlap dress around her was red and shook her head in desperation.
"I said it hundreds of times..."
Sitting on the side of the low fence, Tyres blushes: "We only have one night, even if we do the ultimate in makeup, but the girls' attitudes, habits, manners, and psychology are all long-term steps in life. Step by step, inscribed in the bones, there is not enough training and habits, how can I succeed?"
Kezi showed a disappointing look, and the grass in his mouth swayed up and down.
Yes, in the end, under the fierce opposition of Tells himself...
Last night in the House of Kez, the "suggestions" about his disguise as a girl are still gone.
"Let's think about it..."
Kezi seems reluctant to give up the last hope. Even a few minutes before the action, she still looks over her arms and looks at Taylors. "My father used to be a coroner. I was a corpse since I was a child." Growing up in the pile, I am very good at making makeup for the dead..."
"Stop!" Tells resolutely reached out and pushed the tailor's cheeks into his arms and pushed it out decisively, stopping her from using the grass to scratch her ears.
"I don't have to sell myself to satisfy your bad habits."
Kezi looked sadly at the young prince who refused to do so.
"Moreover……"
The vigilant Tyres gnashed his teeth: "Have we tried makeup last night? It doesn't work at all! It doesn't even look like a mirror!"

It’s just like a ‘boy girl’ who’s pretending to be a two-step road...

I tried makeup...
Thinking of last night, Grivo couldn't help but cough with a low voice. He and Kezi both looked at other places without any trouble, but they shook their shoulders and seemed to be holding on to smile.
The embarrassing tales are still immersed in their own world, entangled in the nightmare experience of last night, seeing the reaction of the two, even more shameful.
He didn't madly pull his forehead: "And my hair... Look, I just cut it last night..."
"And what about the voice?"
Telste intended to put his hands on his chest, twisted his waist and twisted his legs, and used the cockroach to change his voice. He squeaked the voice "ah" several times: "'Sorry, don't look at my throat, it's all small." The problem of mine falling, in fact, people are girls? - What a joke!"
Speaking of this, the prince's face changed greatly, and the indignation looked at the two strange people around him.
Grivo touched his nose, and Kezi on the other side shook his head slightly, screaming.
"If someone tells you that a man who has never received training and has no daily experience can be perfectly disguised as a woman, not only is it unrecognizable, but also beautiful and charming, so that the same is endless, and the opposite is fascinated." Mrs. angered and slammed his fists to protest:
"Then he must have seen a lot of bad knight novels, or haven't had a girlfriend for too long!"
In the wheelchair, Grivo and Kezi, who were sitting on the plate, were all in a good position.
Lears, who is angry, is digested by a person.
In the distance, a team of ten patrols came slowly and completed the morning shift with this temporarily set up checkpoint.
Gryvo looked at Kezi and nodded.
The veteran replied with a serious look: "Is the brothers ready?"
"Yes, from the blacksmith shop to the farm, I yelled twenty people - all of whom were temporarily unable to leave the city because of the blockade." Kezi smashed his hand, and I was relieved when I was doing things: "Don't worry." They thought it was a trap against the gang of gangsters."
"In fact, it's not wrong," remembered last night, Grivo exhaled from his nose: "When this time is over, I want to take them..."
"alright……"
"At the time, there will be a fight here," Kezi looked at the situation around him and interrupted Grivo. His face showed little caution: "Put the sentry post together."
"Oh, you," Grivo sighed at Tersnu: "And we messed up the black trail."
Taylor looked at the distance, swept the less tight post and nodded.
He suddenly noticed that their destination was under the row of cliffs farther away - the cliff of the sky.
It is the place where the king of Nunn is killed.
Thinking of this, Tyres’s mood suddenly cooled down.
"After the event, many people will be locked in." Kezi sighed.

Have they been locked up before?
Gryvo licked his lips and his eyes flashed:
It’s just to avoid the limelight.

"Understood," Kezi shrugged. She looked at Taylor and looked helplessly:
"What a pity."
The horrible Tyres looked back at her fiercely.
He is sure that compared with the "male princess" who can't see the "stars", the seamstress is definitely not the group of people who will be imprisoned.
Tyres cleared his throat and planned to change the subject.
"The black trail you have been talking about, what is it?" Tells looked in the direction of the cliff and asked curiously.
Kezi snorted and the grass in his mouth turned over and said: "That is the only way to escape from Longyan."
"Why is this name?"
Grivo turned his face: "From my grandfather's generation, I called it. - He said that his grandfather is also called. As you can see, one of the entrances is under the cliff of the sky. The passage is complicated, not an acquaintance. Not found at all."

We used to use it to transport contraband, but it was too narrow and inefficient.

The bottom of the cliff.
Tyles frowned at the familiar high cliff, and his gaze went up the outline of his mountain, and he undoubtedly saw the giant statue of Nakaru.
Six years ago, it was there...
"So the black trail is a strip...through the hillside path? Going outside the city?"
Thales narrowed his eyes and tried to see more clearly: "Is it natural or artificial?"
"God knows."
Kezi looked at him disdainfully: "To build a cliff that crosses the sky and communicate with the tunnel inside and outside the city of Longyan - maybe the dragon is digging."
Taylors snorted and didn't speak.
"The older generation of people are very fearful there, and they don't dare to approach," Kez snorted. "They said that it was the forbidden place of Longyan City, the place where the owners of the mountains were located - even the nobles did not know."
"But... 18 years ago, men went to the stars to fight with the stars. One dozen is more than a year, no one is farming, no one is hunting, no one is grazing, and taxes and military donations are getting heavier."
"Don't talk about the peasant hunters outside the city, even the days of the old and the weak women in Longyan City can't go on. The winter of that year is especially cold, even the firewood is not enough, and the priority is to supply the nobles, even the 'mountains The gift 'is not enough.'
Taylors was silent.
Eighteen years ago...
Go to the stars to fight...
"Grivo first overturned the commander of the shield area who was arrogant with the nobles and bureaucrats, and covered up with a few black-hearted merchants' warehouses..."
"Then, he broke the tradition, took us into the black trail, started to ban the contraband, and transported everything you could imagine - lining, eternal oil, arms, even marijuana, and robbery from the front supply. Food, firewood and medicine."
"Through these, the girls and girls in the shield area and the hammer area have survived the countless winters of the dead."
Kezi’s eyes looked at Grivo’s words in a complicated way:
This is the black trail and the history of the slum’s boss.

Tyres’s heart is not a taste.
He looked at Gryvo.
But the veteran just snorted and seemed to be very dissatisfied with Kezi’s words.
He coughed heavily.
"After you go in, please raise your ignorance lights, optimistic about your feet and your head," Grivor looked cheeky and seemed to be remembering a bad past: "The passage there is too old, and six years ago, the disaster and the multi-headed snake Together, I made a big fuss in the city. The ground moved and the black trail almost collapsed."
"The rest don't know when it will collapse."
Taylor’s heart glimpsed.
Disaster.
It is also a disaster.
The three people behind the hedge were silent for a while.
"A disaster," the prince said slyly. "It brought a lot of disasters, right?"
Grivo’s hand in the wheelchair suddenly tightened.
"Disaster?" Kezi grinned ironically: "Disaster?"
"You can look around," the seamstress's face cooled down:
"But you can't imagine what it was like that day."
She slammed a piece of gravel at her feet: "The is raised."
Taylors bowed his head, not looking at the surrounding gravel and broken wood, the ruins of dust and waste, abandoned houses, dusty wells, fallen dead wood, and still cracked ground.
There was a stench in the nose.
This is the shield area.
"I can," Tyres whispered: "I said, I was here... I was here, I saw how the shield was destroyed, and I saw those who died..."
But before he finished, he felt his ears itch.
Tyles was shocked, sitting up subconsciously, avoiding the knucks who scratched his ears with grass roots.
"There should be a limit to bragging," the seamstress said with a funny smile: "How old were you six years ago?"
Taylors said: "I..."
"Also ‘See the destruction of the shield’?

"Why don't you just say," Kezi said sarcastically: "When you were alone, bravely and fearlessly killed the blood disaster, saved the Dragon City? Is it more sultry to blow it?"
"His Royal Highness Prince?"
Tyres’s face was blue and red.
"I..." Like a deflated ball, he slipped down against the low fence. "Nothing."
At this time, Grivo was secluded.
"It has never been a problem of destruction."
The two went together and turned to look at the veterans.
"The victims of the scourge are not those who are dead - they are fortunate to some extent, and leave for a moment."
The man in the wheelchair looks like an iron and looks at the front firmly: "They...the ones left behind by the disaster are the torture of the living."
Grivo slowly lifted his left hand with three fingers, his eyes drifting.
Both Tyres and Kezi turned their heads subconsciously.
"Last night, the driving boy who yelled, remember."
Taylors lightly.
"His name is Kevin," Grivor said contemptuously: "Six years ago, he was an apprentice in a blacksmith workshop in the Hamam area."
Kezi sighed: "The scorpion..."
But Grivo ignored her and kept talking.
"On that day, the day when the disaster occurred."
"Kevin happily came to the shield area, with a bunch of flowers, to private parties with his lover."
Grivo looked at the abandoned well in the distance with a silhouette, and next to it was a collapsed stable, faintly visible in the dry manure.
"They were discovered by her father - I know the old guy. He used to serve in the glacier whistle. He was not covered, and worse, he was grumpy and he valued his daughter."
Having said that, Grivo smiled softly, and the smile on his eyes was natural and smooth.
Tyres and Kezi listened quietly.
"Poor Kevin screamed, and he took the belt all the way from the shield to the hammer area."
"A dozen people in the street know it, and the laughter is loud, and even the big yellow dog of the big belt has chased him a few hundred meters."
Grivo's laughter was very pleasant.
"Kevin came to me and grievously said a bunch of shit, what he liked the girl, what he wants to be a good blacksmith, open a workshop, save enough money, and then showdown with the lover's father...

The veteran shook his head and looked disdainful: "Hey, I still remember the stupid look when he said that..."
"I also remember that the big belt was angry and came to look for him to settle accounts..."
"I still remember that after the big belt was fooled by me, Kevin, who was drilled from the back cabinet, looked indignant and ambitious."
Glywowton for a few seconds.
"however."
The smile on the veteran's face slowly melted away.
It is like the ice that meets the sun.
Grivo looks at the distant distance and silently:
"Kevin, when he returned to the shield the next morning..."
"Gone."
In the distance, there was a special slogan that was unique to the people of the Northland. A screamed against the sky, and with the early morning birds, it seemed that the shield was extremely quiet.
Gryvo’s teeth shook a little:
Kane’s favorite girl.

"He hates the itch's future father-in-law."
"Including the people on the streets who watched his jokes all the way."
The veteran’s eyes were bleak and his voice was hoarse:
Including that boring, big yellow dog that has to spend twenty hours a day.

Gryvo looked at the bright sky and looked subconsciously: "Nothing."
Tyres and Kezi leaned against the low fence, as if time was still.
"The entire shield."
"Nothing is gone."
The veteran bowed his head and picked up a piece of gravel from the ground, faintly seeing its material: "This is the only thing left."
"That's what they... are the scourges and things left for the survivors."
Grivo let go of his hand and looked numbly at the gravel on his hand.
Watching it break into the dust, rolling two laps weakly.
Never move again.
Tyres slowly exhaled and his expression was stiff.
"When you see Kevin laughing again," Glyvo’s eyes were serious, burning a long-lasting flame: "Don’t forget, this is the story behind him."
Grivo snorted.
"So, when you meet the survivors of the disaster, help out, don't say you can imagine, don't say that you understand their pain, don't say that you feel the same."
"Even if you are really a savior."
The veteran turned his head and looked at Silence's Silly with a cold expression:
"Because that is hypocritical."
Tyres opened his mouth and said nothing, but he couldn't say anything.
Snapped.
Grivo buckled his shoulder.
"And, if you really become a king in the future," Grivo's look was serious, and Thales could even feel his hand tremble slightly: "Become the ‘big people’ who are high above...

"I know, what do you aristocrats know, no matter what the scourge - I don't believe that they are the messengers of the legendary gods who punish the world - or the legendary anti-magic armed forces, you must have the means and the means to fix them. ......"
Taylor looked at the veterans in front of him.
Grivo stunned: "Remember, gather all your hands, all the power, all the weapons, to find those disasters."
"No matter where they are hidden, they have to find them, find them all, find them all!"
The prince's heart is in chaos, and all kinds of emotions are rising at the same time. It is not a taste.
At that moment, Grivo bit his roots and chilled: "Put them from top to bottom..."
"Hunting and killing."
"One does not stay."
(End of this chapter)