Chapter 1017 This Road Is Blocked

At dusk, two figures cast long shadows on the ground. They stood in front of a raised mound. The soil in the mound was dark in color, and it was obviously new soil that had just been dug out. This mound is exactly the grave of the two hundred riders who died in battle last night. There are no signs on the mound, only broken long swords sticking out. As for those intact long swords, they have been taken away by Allen as a prize.

Two people standing in front of the mound, a man and a woman. The man is not young anymore, his hair and beard are white. Wearing an ironed and straight tuxedo, white gloves, and only a white scarf on his arm, he looks like an old butler of a nobleman. The other woman didn't look young either, but she was good-looking, like a middle-aged lady. Wearing layer upon layer of red dress, as if going to a banquet.

The attire of the two was incompatible with the current environment, but the parties were not conscious at all. The old man stroked his white goatee and said, "Sasha, what do you think?"

"How else can you look at it? With a pitifully small battle loss ratio, you can eat twice as many troops as your own. Anyone who is not stupid knows that that white-haired brat is not easy. You are not deaf, and the rifles of that brat's shooters are powerful. It was surprisingly loud, and the gunfire was even more deafening. Tell me, have you seen such a musket?” said the lady, paused again, and suddenly raised her eyebrows: “Old man, what did you call me just now? Sasha is Did you bark? If you dare to bark again in the future, see if I don’t grab your head off.”

The old man muttered: "You have to have that strength too."

"What did you say?" The lady put her hands on her waist and shouted, "Are you questioning me? Otherwise, let's fight now?"

The old man rolled his eyes: "What are you fighting for? Have you been fighting less these years? Which time was it because you were playing tricks, and if you didn't fight, you didn't fight. Besides, I am not the brat I used to be. I just fight with you casually." How embarrassing it is to say it."

"Are you still afraid of shame?" The lady said with furious eyebrows: "You are afraid of shame and won't stick to me for so many years, so that I don't even have half a suitor! Speaking of it, it's all because of you, an old fellow!"

The old man said with a smile on his face: "They don't understand you well. If you want me to say, you should agree to marry me."

"Even if all the men in the world are dead, I will not marry you!" The lady said casually, she forgot how many times she said this sentence in decades.

The old man didn't take it seriously, and muttered: "There will always be a time when you agree."

"It's getting dark, I'll go if you don't, Miss has already entered the city." The woman looked up at the sky.

"I've entered the city early. Wouldn't it be better for us to stay outside the city? In case the young lady bumps into me in the city, I won't shave off my beard. At that time, she vowed,

She'd have to shave my beard for her to catch me. " said the old man with a sad face.

The lady sneered: "As for your few weed-like things, if the lady is willing to remove them for you, you still earn money."

The old man snorted and said, "What do you know?" Then, before the girlfriend was about to get mad, she should go in the direction of Sardinia City: "Would you like to go, or if you don't go, you can eat roast pheasant with me at night."

The lady made a vomiting face, and said, "You want me to eat your roast chicken? I'd rather be hungry." Even though she said so, she also started to walk. The woman didn't walk fast, but with one step, she was already side by side with the old man.

The old man still wanted to argue a few words about his barbecue skills, but he stopped suddenly, and his muddy eyes became sharper, and his eyes fell on a slender figure not far away. The other party did not know how to appear, in the sight of the old man. One second there was no one there, and the next moment this figure was already there. This alone is enough for him to pay attention.

It was a woman, judging from the curves of her figure, she was obviously much younger than the companions around him. Her dark green hair was tied into two ponytails, each with a dark red lace bow. Thick eyeshadow was painted on the delicate and coquettish face, and a cold and arrogant smile was drawn on the lips painted with scarlet lipstick.

The tall woman is holding a black and red lace umbrella, which is more decorative than practical. Under the slender and elegant neck like a white swan, you can see a pair of delicate collarbones, and the bulging chest makes the tight neckline wrap two perfectly curved semicircles. The black lace on the neckline contrasts strongly with the white chest, and black and white form an extremely dazzling visual impact. The woman is wearing a long dark red dress with a narrow top and a wide bottom. The tight design of her upper body emphasizes her concave and convex curves, while the fluffy skirt of her lower body gives her a noble and lonely temperament.

Holding an umbrella, she turned her face sideways, showing a smile that combined aloofness and charm, and said softly: "This road will not lead."

The evening sun fell on her body, casting a long shadow on the ground, as if dividing the path into two. Staring at this woman, the noblewoman took a deep breath, and said lightly: "Queen Scorpion Bekatel? Stum, look, when did the characters from the Ten Saints come to Sardinia. I don't know." Remember, the scorpion nest doesn't seem to be here?"

The old man didn't answer, but the pressure on his body gradually increased, so that the light around him continued to dim, as if darkness was about to fall. Looking at the woman blocking the way, the old man said in a deep voice, "What do you mean, Bekatalu."

"Did I not make it clear enough? The impassability of this road means that the two of you have to go around." The woman holding the umbrella said indifferently.

The old man Sturm laughed dryly: "A strong man in the Ten Saints seems to be unable to stop Miss Shalan and me, right?"

"I don't think it's bad." The enchanting woman Beka Tael glanced at the two of them: "Salan the Extinct Flame, and Stam the Darkness. You are indeed strong, but Was it a long time ago? Am I right, the two top ten saints... besides, who told you that I wanted to stop you alone?"

Bekata Lu closed her umbrella and immediately, a circle of invisible fluctuations spread out. In a blink of an eye, all around the wilderness was surrounded by auras. Although the aura displayed by these auras did not meet the standards of the Ten Saints, they still had the height of an earl's fighting power. If it's just a few of them, it's natural that the old man and the lady don't pay much attention to it. But there are at least a dozen of these breaths, plus a strong man of the Ten Saints, it's another matter.

The noble woman Shalan sneered and said, "So you moved all the scorpion nests here, but even if those little scorpions under your command and your queen scorpion want to kill us? That's too ridiculous."

Beka Talu showed a charming smile: "Who said that it will kill the two of you. I just want to ask you to stay away from Sardinia."

The old man charged wildly, and said in a deep voice: "Don't you understand? Shalan! This is not to deal with us, they want to deal with the young lady. Beka Tael, who told you to do this!"

Bekatalu said indifferently: "Whoever can afford the conditions I set out can let me do this. As for the identity of the customer, it is natural to keep it confidential. I still have some business ethics."