Chapter 1351: Bloody Night (1)

"Master Xiute expressed his opinion so quickly, because he wanted to make some achievements as soon as possible, so as to please the emperor. ``Le`wen``, but you should think about it yourself, the president. There is no way out. In the past, our black hearts were able to have both sides in the Great Wasteland. Although we have the support of Duobia behind us, at least on the surface we are neutral. Some things are easy to talk about as long as we don’t tear ourselves apart. Now, once we lose this The neutral position on the surface means that we can no longer avoid many problems as easily as before. This is not only tied to a chariot with Dobia, but also advancing and retreating with the current co-lord of the wasteland."

Meldy simply stopped the car and looked at his union president solemnly.

The gentle smile on the man's face was still there, he glanced out the window and said: "My dear Meldy, everything is constantly changing, and our position cannot remain unchanged forever. The arrival of the Lord Dark King Arriving, in itself means that there will be a major change in the pattern of the wasteland. Believe me, if we don’t choose a clear position. Next, being driven out of the wasteland by this lord is already considered lucky. So in this As for the matter, unless Lord Xiute can leave a retreat for our trade union in Duobia, otherwise, even if Xiute refuses to agree, I have to make my own decision."

Meldy glanced at the man in the carriage, and said with a snort, "Since you have already made up your mind, why didn't you tell me the answer, then I could just agree directly."

"That's not okay. The promise is too straightforward, but it will appear that we are worthless." The man smiled lightly.

Meldy rolled his eyes: "Then what you mean is that you wait until tomorrow night to reply."

"That's even worse, it will leave the impression of hesitation on that adult."

"This doesn't work, that doesn't work either, so when will you reply to me!"

"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 reward, don't be in a hurry to ask for a price, but we can't give it to the lord. We are too ambitious. It's a big idea. So how to do it specifically depends on Meldy and your adaptability." The man smiled like a fox.

It's a pity that there is no such animal on Agares, so Meldy just said harshly: "You are so troublesome!"

next

At noon on the 1st, Meldi sent the answers and news that Allen wanted. As for the condition that Dark Heart didn't immediately offer, Allen wasn't in a hurry to ask them to show their cards, and agreed calmly. The calmer he was, the more Meldy felt that Allen was unpredictable.

After Meldi left, Allen called Laura and the others, told the information about the Shadow Army branch, and said: "Since the Shadow Kingdom started first, we have to return them a big gift. This is called hospitality. The Heart of Darkness has obtained the specific address for us, and the next question is, who will knock this branch down."

"I'm not going." Hubble shook his head and said, "I'm not interested in assassins or anything, and beating up limp guys is not fun at all."

Belmode was not as picky as he was, and said with a smile, "Count me in."

"I'll go too." Bai continued.

Laura rubbed the boy's head: "If I don't look at him, you probably won't be at ease." These words were addressed to Allen. In the end, just as Trisley was about to make a statement, Allen gave her another task: "Go to Zasuo and ask him for someone, and don't be afraid to tell him that this operation is to deal with the Shadow Army."

Tracey nodded and said, "You are trying to force him to express his opinion."

"Does he still want to remain neutral?" Allen said lightly: "This is not only to say to Zasso, but also to convey the meaning to Kai Jiaxi and others. There is no so-called neutrality in the Great Wasteland. Soon we will I will leave this place, and 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 sent to the battlefield I designated as needed. So if there is any problem now, it is still It's better to solve it as soon as possible,

I don't want to worry about that backyard fire for later. "

"I understand, Master." Trisli left simply.

"The time for the operation is tonight, Belmode, you go to monitor them first. The others don't matter, but the leader of the branch, I can't go anywhere if I want him."

Belmode looked up at Allen, and saw killing intent in the other's eyes, so he took action instead of answering, and disappeared directly into the room. Allen glanced out the window and murmured, "It's time to see Gris."

An afternoon passed quickly.

Shadow Army in Badlands

Moro, the leader of the branch, was cleaning a gorgeous dagger. This dagger was rewarded to him by Lamer himself after he gained first-class military exploits that year. After taking over the dagger, he became the leader of the wasteland branch, and lived here for twenty years. Twenty years had already turned the ambitious man into a mediocre owner of an equipment store. If it weren't for the sudden appearance of the human named Alan this time, Moro might not have shown his hideousness.

But the appearance of the co-owner of the wasteland made Moro see his military achievements. He has been working in the wasteland for so long, and from the various tasks assigned in the past, he has already seen the thoughts of his superiors. Neither Lamer nor the Supreme in Shadowhold wants to see a unified situation in the wasteland. So after that human appeared, he even launched an attack on his own initiative. In that operation, the wasteland branch suffered heavy losses, losing ten A-level assassins in one go, and even the only double-A-level assassin died. But just as Moro predicted, instead of being punished, he was greatly praised by Lamer.

This revived Moro's already dusty heart, and Lamer asked him to closely monitor every move in the wasteland. At the same time, the leader of the Shadow Army decided to lead an elite team to the wasteland, and he must let that human die on the wasteland. Lamer even promised that after this matter was over, Moro could be transferred from the wasteland.

Thinking of this, Moro's eyes were full of smiles.

"My lord, it's lucky that you can laugh." The assistant next to him muttered: "Shouldn't we be worried about when Lord Lamer will arrive, or rather, we have to move to avoid being targeted by the Dark King The good people are now planning to seek revenge from us."

The assistant who didn't know what he said said again: "Look at us, all the people who can get on the stage are dead, and it's difficult to even get news."

"You mean to blame me?" Moluo said in a strange way, and sneered again: "Look at you, you are so timid, you are really so powerful as the king of darkness. He just arrived in the wasteland not long ago, and he dug us so quickly. news?"

At this time, there was a noise outside the window. Moro rolled his eyes and kicked his assistant: "Go and close the window, those bastards get itchy every day if they don't fight, but they make me uncomfortable. When I have to leave one day, You must kill these bastards before you leave!"

(end of this chapter)