Law of the Devil

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Chapter 379 [Live]

(The two chapters have been merged into one chapter, I am too lazy to divide the chapters. Anyway, the words in this chapter are enough to match the two chapters.

Originally, Muse was sent far away by Dewey to arrange a task to accompany the cavalry around the battlefield.

Long before the final annihilation of the Northwest Army infantry, Dewey had decided not to take part in the battle, but had arranged for thousands of cavalry to travel around the area to prevent some post-war deserters from spreading.

Muse is different. Dewey brought this guy to the battlefield, but how could he really let Muse go to war? Give him this mess and he'll be much safer. Thousands of cavalry members were spread out into numerous squads to patrol, appointing Muse as a ten-man cavalry leader to lead ten cavalry members in a designated area - an area that, of course, under the arrangement of Dewey, Muse was designated as the squad leader, especially far from the battlefield.

Originally Muse was arranged for such a painless and itchy difference, it was naturally very uncomfortable in the mind. But Dewey was the commander, the orders were down, he couldn't listen, and he was already scared by Dewey. Where would he dare to go to Dewey to argue?

The disgruntled muse, carrying the ten cavalry assigned to his command, patrolled along the northeastern direction of the battlefield for two days outside, gaining nothing. At that time, the final annihilation was nearing its end, while Muse was patrolling 30 miles from the battlefield.

Just the previous evening, the chilling muse took his men to rest by a woodland in the northeast direction, the muse bored the horse to the tree, he wore a dog's tail grass in his mouth, lazy resting on the trunk, his heart scolded Dewey's eccentricity, pity for his own ambition, so easily encountered this war, only hope to show talent in this war, reveal his head, but was “distributed” to this kind of ghost...

I'm afraid it's also a mission, luck has arrived, and I can't stop it.

Although the muse was angry in his heart, in front of the cavalry of the ten men, he still looked like a full captain, rested for a while, gained enough horsepower, and ordered his men to go into the woods to search for a while...

When giving this order, swear to the Goddess of Almighty that Muse never expected anything to come of it.

Damn... the battle ended two days ago. I came to this shithole myself, don't say I caught any Northwest Army deserters, there was no ghost on the way.

But as he entered the woods and searched for a while, his two experienced cavalry members suddenly reported that they had found the tracks of horseshoes!

The news excited Muse immediately —— was it a deserter from the Northwest Army? Anyway, this damn mission is almost over, although I don't like it, but at least it needs to be harvested back a little, to have a face. Otherwise, in addition to this lead to the battlefield, I will go back empty-handed, afraid of the damned Duke of Tulip, will mock me again!

Muse immediately picked up his spirit and quickly followed him along the way.

At the end of the forest, you see a stream. In the northwest, any place with water is precious. Muse's men were thoroughly identified and confirmed that someone did pass along the creek. And from the tracks of the horseshoe, an experienced cavalry under his command determined that the other horse seemed to have exhausted and was not far away!

At this time, Muse had an extra heart. First, he ordered half the people to go around quickly from one side to the front to intercept, then he caught up with the remaining five people.

Finally, the heavens did not fail those who were faithful. In the evening, Muse finally caught up with the goal.

All of his cavalry were trained to serve as scouts and carefully and quietly approached the target to determine the position of the other party.

Looks like the target should be exhausted, and the muse pedestrian slowly climbed over a high slope and saw someone resting on the downstream shore of the stream. Even more exciting is that the other horse is no longer available!!

With the evening sun shining, Muse immediately recognized that the saddle style on the other horse was the standard Northwest Army style, and that poor war horse, after seemingly running all the way, was exhausted, kneeling on the ground, as if he could no longer move.

On the side of the creek, there were two people, one half lying on the ground, as if something had hurt him, the other, taking off his helmet, filling the creek with water with his helmet, and then running back, kneeling next to the man lying on the ground, feeding him water.

Both are wearing armor, which is obviously the style of the Northwest Army!

Identify each other, and one of Muse's hearts heats up.

He was about to pull his sword and jump out, but was immediately captured by his cavalry. An experienced cavalry has served as a scout and is experienced in scouting enemies of this kind, whispering to Muse that he recognizes the two men not only in the Northwest Army, but also in terms of armor on the other side, I'm afraid they are quite low!

The guy on his knees with the helmet, wearing the armor that some senior general or senior guard would wear, and the guy on the ground who looked like he was injured, even more so, the armor on his body is obviously a senior officer.

“At least a guy at the top of the ranks! If I'm wrong, I'll cut my head off!” The sworn cavalry man told Muse.

Muse immediately calmed down.

Despite his dedication, he was not reckless. When he counted the power of my enemies, he immediately came up with a very clever contrast: I am weak!

If you can serve as a senior officer's personal bodyguard or personal captain, you generally have the strength of three or four level samurai! And the guy lying on the ground, since he's a senior officer, is also at the top of the rank of leader… I'm afraid he's stronger. With the faint light, Muse barely saw the knight's badge worn on the guy's chest. I can't see the rank clearly, but surely the rank is not low!

A knight of three or four levels, plus a knight of intermediate or higher rank (even if injured), and Muse himself here, his own strength is up to three levels, I'm afraid not. And a few of my cavalry men, they're just ordinary cavalry. If you fight, take five ordinary soldiers with you, rush up, don't talk about arresting people, just be afraid of yourself, they will kill you clean for a moment!

Turn around for reinforcements? It's too late.

Suddenly, the muse glanced over the creek next to him and immediately came up with an idea.

The sky gradually darkened, and Muse pulled out two vials from his arms, then sent one of his cavalry back a section, pouring everything in the bottle into the stream.

As the stream flowed, Muse looked nervously at those two targets downstream and prayed in secret.

Maybe his prayers really worked. The man lying on the ground, as if he had said two words in silence, seemed to indicate that he still wanted to drink water, and the guard immediately ran back to the creek and returned with a helmet filled with water.

Muse is lucky, I must say. Because what he poured into the drama was a magic potion —— it wasn't his, it was given to him by his sister, Mrs. Lister, before Muse left. This medicine was originally a painkiller and was used in small quantities to reduce pain. Originally Mrs. Lister gave these drugs to Muse because she feared Muse would get hurt on the battlefield.

But if you take too much, you will faint and even lose the feeling of your limbs for a short time.

Two bottles of medicine were poured into the stream, but the time was right! If that guy filled the water earlier, the drugs hadn't flowed down the creek. If the water fills later, the medicine is washed downstream by the stream.

So… it must be said that Gu Huadoro's life is evil.

Poor Gujadoro, who had been exasperated with blood by Dewey before, was wounded again in the battle, knocked out by his loyal guard and escaped. He knew the great power had gone and his mind had lost its mind.

At this moment, he fled here, the wound on his body seized, people were particularly thirsty after the injury, he drank full of helmet water in a sigh, suddenly he felt his body gradually stiff and numb, he felt his tongue numb, then a neck, a grunt fell backwards.

His guard freaked out and was about to pick up Ancient Wardoro. He heard a sharp drink in the woods behind him: “Catch it!! ”

Then he saw a few people jump out of the woods and wore them. It was the cavalry of the Tulip family. Guhuadoro's guard stood in his heart and fought with his sword.

This guy reported his determination to die, vowed to defend Gujadoro, and tried his best.

The result was just a few faces, Muse plus five subordinates, can't even clean each other up! Instead, this guy cut down two of his men with two swords. Fortunately, he just didn't die.

If you look at each other like a mad tiger, Muse almost took a sword from each other, suddenly you see Gu Huadoro on the ground. Once you move your mind, you have an idea. Step back two steps, and you open your voice and drink out loud: “Whatever this guy! The one on the ground can't move, cut the one on the ground first!! ”

He said to get ahead and stabbed Gujadoro on the ground with one sword and one sword. Where does this guard get his master killed? Nature is desperate to stop it.

But he had to fight alone, to protect himself, to protect the ancient Waldoro on the ground, and naturally couldn't take care of it. Fearing that he had been in the northwest for a long time, and contaminated with a lot of Dewey's insidious cunning, Muse actually went to stab Waldoro's kung fu with his own bees, and looked at this loyal guard who was willing to resist with his sword, and looked at the opportunity. A few swords stabbed this guard. Finally, the guard finally collapsed after shouting.

Muse was relieved, quickly let someone take out the rope, tied both of them up, and carefully examined the two prisoners. After a look, he was really good!

Although Ancient Waldoro is paralyzed and unable to speak, he is dressed like a senior general in the Northwest Army at first glance!

Muse searched Guhuadoro himself and finally searched Guhuadoro's personal belongings, which had the name of Guhuadoro.

“Hahahaha... Dewey ah Dewey! I said underestimate me! I will deviate this time to show you!!” Muse laughed.

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Ancient Waldoro fainted when he was caught by the muse. I don't know how long it took for him to wake up and turn around, but he found himself in a secret room surrounded by thick walls, and the sun was gone.

With his hands open and his wrists against the wall, he was handcuffed and nailed to the wall and tied with wire under his feet. The armor is naturally long gone and the mind is a little dizzy.

Fortunately, there is a fire basin in the middle of this room and it is not too cold.

Guhuadoro slightly moved his tongue, his mouth was stuck with a hemp nucleus, knowing that he was afraid to bite his tongue and commit suicide, so he blocked his mouth.

He took a deep breath and found that he could not lift up his fighting temper, his whole body was soft and he had no strength at all.

Ancient Huadoro sighed secretly in his heart and simply made no effort. Anyway, it's no big deal to get rid of it. If you defeat your own soldiers, die.

Tap, the door outside the room came the sound of unlocking, Guhuadoro opened his eyes and looked, then in a gentle footsteps, a person slowly walked in, and after he came in, the door behind him closed quickly.

“Pass me the order, anybody dare to approach this room within ten steps, kill! ”

As soon as Gu Huadoro heard this voice, he immediately jumped in his heart! He recognized the sound!

Dewey slowly walked to Ancient Wardrow, and he sighed softly, and smiled: "Dear General Ancient Wardrow, it's been a long time. ”

Gu Huadoro snorted and did not go to see Dewey. Dewey stretched out his hand, took out the hemp nucleus of Guhuadoro's mouth, then patted Guhuadoro's shoulder lightly, took out the key, clicked a few times, and unlocked all his shackles.

Ancient Waldoro fell from the wall, moved his hands and feet, and immediately looked at Dewey with vigilance: "What are you thinking? Uncuff me, aren't you afraid I'll do my best! It's just the two of us! ”

Dewey turned a white eye: "Don't waste your energy. I gave you my specially formulated magic potion, and you're not going to use it at all. You're a samurai, but you don't have the guts to fight, you don't have the weapons in your hand, I'll let you beat me, you can't beat me. ”

After Dewey finished, pointing to the only table in the room, he laughed: "Now, let's sit down and talk, General Guvardolo. ”

Ancient Waldoro's heart sinks: “You, what heart are you in! Hmm, are you trying to bring me down?! If you want me to work for you, it's absolutely impossible! Dewey!”

Dewey spread his hands out and said faintly, “I didn't think so. To be honest, just before I came in, I had ‘executed’ you with thousands of eyes. I quietly sent a man from the battlefield to find a body, put on your armor, then painted your face with blood, sentenced you to death in front of many people, and then threw the body into the fire and burned it.” Speaking, Dewey smiled and looked at Guwadoro: “That is, dear General Guwadoro, you are now a ‘dead man'. The whole world thinks you're dead. ”

Ancient Waldoro trembled and stared incredibly at Dewey, losing his voice: “You... why are you doing this? ”

“To save your life, of course.” Dewey, hey, chuckle: “I don't want to give you up. Your life is worth a lot more than I thought! ”

Looking at Ancient Waldoro, who looked suspicious, Dewey smiled softly: "Okay, sit down, sit down and talk. General, now that the war is over, we don't have to be so hostile. Don't worry, I won't kill you. On the contrary, I will do everything in my power to protect you! Protect your life and safety. I won't even let anyone know you're alive! ”

Ancient Waldoro sat down and stared dead at Dewey: "Whatever you want to hit me with... Dewey, I'm telling you, I will never surrender to you! ”

Dewey touched his chin, hey, laughed a few times, and then suddenly asked coldly, "General Guvardolo, under your back waist, there's a purple oval birthmark, right? And your foot... well, on your right foot, your little thumb is gone, and when you were younger, something happened, and that's when your little thumb on your right foot was cut off, right? ”

Ancient Waldoro heard this place and suddenly stood up and looked at Dewey in amazement, then looked down quickly at his clothes.

“Don't get me wrong, I didn't take your clothes off while you were in a coma...” Duwihaha chuckled: “You're not a woman, I'm not interested in looking at your body. I didn't have to do this myself. I knew it! ”

Ancient Waldoro's voice trembled a little: “How did you... know! ”

“I naturally have my way.” Dewey snapped quickly, and then he got a little closer, staring into Gujadoro's eyes: "Your eyesore is slightly shallower than the average person, and your nose beam is slightly collapsing... well, although you have a scar on your nose that makes you lose sight of, but if you look closely, you can still see a little, your nose beam is slightly collapsing more than the average Roland... these are mixed characteristics, right? General Guvardolo? You're not a purebred Roland! You have grassland blood on you! ”

Ancient Waldoro's eyes were a little panicked, but he was hard on his scalp: “Huh! Even if it is! Anyway, I have been defeated and have nothing. Even if you knew that I had a prairie lineage, could you threaten me with this?! ”

Instead of ignoring Gujadoro, Dewey said himself slowly.

“Ancient Waldoro, you are 41 years old and born in the winter of the Empire 922. You were born in the northern part of the empire, and when you were five years old you came to the northwest with your mother... haha, but I'm afraid you can't even remember what happened in the north when you were little. But that's all right, I've been very clear for you! When you arrived in the northwest at the age of five, your mother was a prairie woman, a slave of a nobleman's family, who was later given to a servant of that nobleman's family. And that servant is your father... oh, it should be your foster father, to be exact! Because you're not his own.

When you were five years old, your adoptive father came to settle in the Northwest with your mother and you for helping the aristocratic family to separate your mother from her slave status. Your adoptive father and other people have been working together to sell horses in the Northwest, and your family has had a great time... but when you were 11 years old, you had a terrible family change!

Your father was said to have poisoned your adoptive father by means of a business rival because of a conflict with him. And the night after your father died, a group of people rushed into your house and tried to cut the weeds out, and you were cut on your feet with a sword in the middle of that transformation, losing your little thumb on your right foot. And your mother was killed by those people. You were going to die, too, and a team of Northwest Army patrols just walked by and saved your life.

After that, you were immortal. You happened to be recruiting in the Northwest Army. You signed up to join the Army. However, you were too young to join the Army at that time, and you were impressed by a commanding officer of the Northwest Army, as his close entourage. It's also the officer who taught you martial arts at a young age. You have a good talent and progress quickly. After the age of 15, you entered the Northwest Army smoothly.

Then, when you were seventeen, you caught up with that war between the Empire and the Prairie, and you came out of it, stood down, and promoted all the way up —— you were never going to make it too fast at your age, but the Northwest Army was damaged after the war, so you were young, but you were promoted by the military, and you were promoted by the crack. After the war, when you were 19, you were promoted to the rank of Commander! After that, you led an excellent army and were appreciated by Lu Gao. Step by step in the Northwest Army, Qingyun, finally became Lu Gao's heart!

Just when you were 31, you were promoted to the rank of general, and just that year, you did one thing: you found the enemy who allegedly poisoned your foster father, and one night, you took your soldiers, you slaughtered the whole house, and you killed 33 people! That incident was a big one. Even if you were an empire general, you couldn't trample on the laws of the empire like this, but Lugo appreciated you, covered you, and nobody dared to pursue it. And because of this, you are grateful to Lugo for his loyalty to this day. ”

Dewey said with a smile and looked at Gucardoro: "Am I right? ”

Ancient Waldoro couldn't speak, he stared wide-eyed, stared dead at Dewey, opened his lips and couldn't speak a word.

“I also know something special, that... when you killed the enemy when you were avenged, you caught the enemy and tortured him carefully, but that guy didn't even tell you who killed you and your mother that night! And he denies that he sent someone to cut the weeds and eradicate them! You've always been sad about this, haven't you? ”

Ancient Waldoro's hands grabbed the corner of the table, his fingers were hard and white, staring dead at Dewey: “You... do you know? How do you know so much!! ”

Dewey bluntly said, "I just know. ”

He patted Guvardolo's shoulder hard and sighed: “Poor thing... you are a painful man too. Let's be honest, Gujadoro, you were in my eyes, but a defeated general, an unimportant figure, like an ant, pinched at will. But fortunately, I learned about you beforehand. Turns out, your identity is really not easy!! ”

He stared into Guvardolo's eyes: "Well, we had a deal! Since I've kept your life quiet, it's natural to use yours! You certainly know that. I also know that I can't buy you on any terms. You are a loyal man to Lugo... but what would you say if I could tell you that the person who sent someone to your house to cut the weeds, kill your mother, and almost killed you... what do you think of this condition? ”

Looking at Guvardolo's body trembled uncontrollably, and Dewey slowly threw out the last tempting condition!

“No big deal! But the man's husband, if he didn't know before, let it go. But after that, he couldn't even avenge his mother's death. I'm afraid you don't feel comfortable with it, do you?” Dewey stares at Guvardolo: “I don't want you to do anything special either. As long as you stay here, stay alive, don't commit suicide, eat what you want, drink what you want, sleep what you want. Wait until the day I let you show up! I promise, even if you can't kill your enemies yourself, at least I can show you the day your enemies die. Do you understand?”

“You… what exactly do you know!” Ancient Wardoro's voice hoarse and trembling voice asked: “You... I... who is that enemy?! ”

Dewey smiled.

“Your biological father. ”

It's like a heavy hammer, smashing into the heart of Ancient Waldoro!

My own father?!

Ancient Waldoro's mother was originally a servant of the aristocratic family because of her young beauty and nature's destiny as a toy. And it was also used by that aristocratic family to serve some dignitaries...

As to who Guvardolo's own father was, he never knew. When I was younger, I asked my mother, but she didn't. Later, he gradually learned that this experience was also a tragic memory for his mother, so he stopped mentioning it so as not to make her sad.

But... Dewey's words today are driving Gu Huadoro crazy!

“Your father, a man of great stature.” Dewey slowed down: “Unfortunately, precisely because of his identity, he must not have any bastards out there. Otherwise, his future will be ruined as soon as it comes out. So... just when you were 11 years old, your father went through a huge change and opportunity, and when he was about to expand his ambition, he sent someone to the northwest to kill you in order to keep it a secret! Because you are his son, and if you are found by his enemies and exposed to your identity, he will lose everything! As a result, your tragic fate has come to pass. ”

“He… he, who… who… who? Who?” Ancient Huadoro roared loudly, and the man in his forties shed tears.

“You must have heard the name. He's a very famous man on the mainland now. I just can't tell you right now. Guvardolo... I told you to stay here and work with me. As long as you live, one day, I promise to give you a chance to get revenge... at least to see the day he dies. What do you say? I don't want you to serve me. I don't want you to fight for me. As long as you stay here and live. ”

“Live... live...” Gu Huadoro squeezed his fist and pinched so hard that his fingernails stabbed deep into his palms and blood drained...

(Monthly ticket, monthly ticket ~ I want monthly ticket ~)

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