Law of the Devil

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(Chapter 2 today)

Attention, there's more at night! Because after 12: 00, it's a new month ~

Chapter 225 [Goal, Gilliant]

The man was dragged back. The Tulip family's cavalry is naturally not polite to this dangerous guy who has lost his dignity. The two cavalry dragged him back like a dead dog and left him so heavy in front of Dewey.

How powerful is Dewey's Tattoo Throat Prison Arrow? Though he is now increasingly knowledgeable about the manipulation of this artifact, he can now approximate the power of the manipulation. But under the magic explosion, the man was still blurred.

He was wearing a leather coat, and at this moment the back coat had been broken, and the flesh on the wound had turned over and the blood was pouring out.

The man had fallen to the ground and had lost consciousness. He has brown hair, which is quite different from most people on the grassland with chestnut hair. And two cavalry men rudely turned him over, the man lying on his back, a face exposed to Dewey's eyes.

At first glance, Dewey couldn't help but slightly “raze”.

Because of the person's physical features, it's quite different from the Pastures. His forehead was wide, unlike the narrow forehead of an ordinary prairie man. Nose beams are tall, not like meadows. Especially since his eyelids are deep and although his eyes are closed, he can still see a little blood discomfort from his facial contours.

His skin tone is also much whiter than that of an ordinary grassland man.

Apart from that, of course, the traits of the grassland heresy on his body were also evident, especially the short beard, the thick lips, and the custom peculiar to the grassland, with several metal rings around his nose and ears.

He had passed out, his brown yellow hair blocked his little half face and his face was stained with blood.

The two angry cavalry soldiers next to him were about to kick him, but Dewey called them and said softly: "Stop the wound bleeding, I want to ask. ”

The two cavalry men shouted and shouted at him and turned the guy over again. He cut off the leather armor on his back with a horse knife and tore off the clothes inside. The other cavalry took out the wounded medicine and put it on him, barely stopping the blood.

Muse stood next to Dewey and looked at the scary wound on the back of the man. The scarlet blood was right in front of him, as well as the flesh-red wound. Muse had to look pale, suddenly shouted low, covered his mouth hard, bent over and vomited a few times.

Dewey glanced at the kid with dissatisfaction and cold-blooded: "What are you afraid of? Listen carefully, in this land of tiger wolves, the more you fear blood, the more you fear the dead... the faster you die yourself! Piece of shit!”

He was serious about cursing Muse. The White Feather Knights of the Lister family next to him heard everyone's face full of anger and looked at Dewey angrily. Dewey doesn't give a shit, he doesn't give a shit, he looks at the guy lying in front of him and he says, "Wake him up with cold water! ”

Wow

A cavalry picked up a leather bag and poured cold water down, and this man finally woke up in the shadows. He immediately sensed his situation and the first reaction was to jump upside down.

Dewey stepped on his chest one step up, cold-blooded: "Don't move, don't resist. ”

This person fainted in a few painful desires, but he bit his teeth in death.

“You are now my prisoner, what I ask and what you answer. If you resist and piss me off once, I'll take the next part from you! You piss me off twice, I'll take off the second part! Until you're done cutting what you can! Do you understand?”

The man's eyes filled with snorted, listened to Dewey and snorted coldly.

Dewey didn't speak either, suddenly pulled out his sword, a cold light passed, the man suddenly cried out, only to see that his left thumb had been cut off by Dewey Chigan!

"You're a martial arts man," Dewey whispered. "You should understand, cutting off your little thumb doesn't hurt you much, but if I cut off your thumb, you'll never shake a knife in your life! Do you understand?”

This man flashed a grudge in his eyes, biting his teeth: “Ming... understand! ”

“Okay, now you tell me where you guys come from and where you go.” Deweyton smiled for a moment, “Don't you dare lie to me. You should have just seen that I'm a magician. I have a hundred ways to tell if you're telling the truth or not. ”

Surely, it worked, and this man was going to talk nonsense, listening to this, his eyes flashed helplessly. He gasped for a while and lowered his voice: "We are the Wolf Cavalry of the King's King's Court Golden Wolf. ”

Gaida next to him immediately introduced Dewey, he said.

Heterogeneity on the grasslands is tribal, and the largest and strongest tribes take the royal place, and tribal chiefs can be kings of the entire grasslands. And as king of the meadow, you may order the army of each tribe to be called from each tribe to be heard under the court.

And beneath the court, the most elite, undoubtedly, is the royal cavalry. And what this guy called the "Golden Wolf Head Guard", as Gaida knows, should be the royal lineage.

“Generally speaking, the tribes on the prairie worship either wolves or eagles. So whoever can hang a wolf or an eagle is noble. I heard that according to their tradition, there are Golden Wolf Warriors, Silver Wolf Warriors under the King's Court. And the Golden Eagle Wing Guardian, the Silver Eagle Wing Guardian. These four generals have the status of commanders of our empire. And what he said about the Wolf Riders was that they were scattered around the outside parade, the equivalent of our scouting squad. ”

Dewey, um, had to frown. A scouting squad has such combat power. When we fought earlier, Dewey was really impressed with the ability of the other party to mount that brilliant horse! Only three times more people are on one side than the other, and there are plenty of magicians, which is the only way to kill each other! If you count people, you don't necessarily get much cheaper on your side!

Northwest Prairie Wolf, it's amazing!

“Where did you come from and where did you go?” Dewey asked again.

“By order of the King of Ten Thousand Kings, the great prairie lord of the King's court, we have come to your land this time to find one thing.” This guy gasps: “We 300 people are going south. I hear there is a mountain to the south. The thing we are looking for, it is the one that loves to move near the mountains...”

“Humph!” Dewey suddenly raised his sword and fell! The man screamed, and Dewey cut off his left finger again!

“As I said, if you're not telling the truth, you're asking for pain!” Dewey Coldway: “Since you are the Wolf Riders, you are dispersed scouts! Surely not far from your big army! Say where your big army is! ”

This man opened his mouth and still hasn't spoken, and Dewey has forced his eyes: “Your left hand is already missing a little thumb and a nobody's finger... this hand is half broken! Do you still want me to scrap your right hand? ”

The man screamed suddenly: "Kill me! I am a descendant of the Lycan god. If you humiliate me like this, Lycan will punish you! ”

“Fart!” Dewey scolded: "What werewolf! Good men worship a beast as a god! I'll see what you say about the werewolves punishing me! Even if I did, I'd drive it to make a wolfskin coat! ”

Saying, his blade pointed at this man's face: "I'll count to three. If you don't, I'll cut off your right hand! One, two! ”

“Stop! Stop!” The man suddenly screamed, “I said, I said! ”

His eyes were full of evil, but he bit his lips hard, whispering: "Our Golden Wolf Head Guard will be about sixty miles north! Their destination is Gilliant Town to the north! ”

Dewey couldn't help but notice: “What? Gilliant Town? ”

Now that this man has said the beginning, the rest will no longer be hidden, and he will say it all in one breath.

“The Witch King lost an important warcraft pet, the Witch King decreed, and the blood skeleton flag was sent to the King's court, limiting our king to retrieve the pet within 100 days... Otherwise, the King's throne would be unstable! Above the grasslands, no one can disobey the will of the Witch King. So, this time, the King contacted the Northwest Army and sent out the Golden Wolf Warrior to bring our most elite warrior on the prairie. We must find the lost warcraft pet of the Witch King. ”

Dewey was upset and angry: "Why Gilliard City! ”

“We suspect that the lost magic pet of the Witch King was captured by your Tulip Duke, so an important magic pet should not be in your capital. We have detected that Gilliant City has always been heavily guarded and inaccessible. Perhaps your Duke took the Witch King's spoil and locked it up in Gilliant City. Even if it's not... The city of Gilliard is heavily guarded, there must be something of particular importance to your duke. If we break the city of Gilliard, even if we can't find the magic pet, we can exchange the city's things with your duke for the magic pet. This time the Golden Wolf Warrior, with the most elite warrior, must defeat the city of Gilliant, Gilliant, a broken city, but I hear there are only 3,000 infantry soldiers, not our rivals! ”

([Attention] There will be more tonight!! Anyway, tomorrow is the holiday, so wait for the brothers who want to wait. After 12 o'clock, it's also about to hit the new month's monthly ticket list!

A new month, a new beginning ~)

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