No one knew about this conversation on the afternoon of January 17, 2015. The only follow-up that irrelevant people could know was that Jiang Hu would travel again and there would be a wanted order. In the new wanted order,
Here, Jianghu, as the funder, once again increased its bounty, and emphasized the seriousness of this incident, as well as the fact that they have their own clues - it is not that it has not happened in the past.
People who pretended to be heroes and wanted to come to the door to reveal the list and claim the reward, but the facts found out later showed that the clues provided by these people were of no use at all.
Regardless of whether they want to prevent this kind of thing, new bounty orders still appear on the guild pages of major forums in this way, and then are drowned in the deep waters of the forums by the overwhelming latest battle reports.
"The Empire has crossed Talon Avenue! It is about to reach Talon Village!"
"The imperial cavalry advance team has appeared under Tania City, and the four city gates are closed urgently!"
"The Sorrow of the End Times—On the possibility of the principality's comeback in this war."
"The garrison outside the city is about to be razed, it's time to pick up our weapons - Principality players are now signing up to protect their homes and country!"
"call--"
Outside the South City Gate where a large number of players began to gather, Nan Tieshan with a distressed look on his face sat on the wall of his residence that had not yet been built with his arms folded. He looked helplessly at the figures of some brothers who were busy around him.
He sighed: "What should I do?"
"With so many people here, why are you so scared?" A player with the same arrogance on the side said with a smile: "We still have so many people, even if the people from the principality can't do it, we players can do anything.
Can you carry it for a while?"
"If we can't beat these guys back, so what if we have to carry them for a hundred years?" Nan Tieshan replied with a wry smile: "If this place becomes a battlefield, with our broken guild... I guess no one will come.
Already."
"The Iron Fist Gang was originally built by our brothers for fun. It doesn't matter if no one comes." The man patted the shoulder of the black-armored man: "The key is... is it really appropriate for us to just stay here like this?"
"I trust that person."
Looking steadily at the outline of a village in the distance for a while, Nan Tieshan's eyes gradually narrowed: "Those guys... must still be hiding in the city."
"Which ones? What is that scapegoat called?"
The man recalled for a while: "Didn't you just have a fight with us in the city? Together with that red soul... what else did it hinder us?"
"They may be a traitor." The big man replied: "I don't know the specific situation, but in the original plan, once the game starts, the number of people online at night will suddenly decrease. Then we will investigate
, maybe it will be easier. I didn’t expect..."
He looked at the crowd of players around him who were gearing up and vowing to live and die with the principality: "The Imperial people are so dishonest. If they come over, they'll come over."
"I thought you were worried about the station, but in the end, this is what you were worried about?"
The arrogant Iron Fist Gang brothers shouted in surprise: "Didn't the Imperials stop again, in front of the Talan Village? Don't worry, even if there is a fight, the main battlefield should be there, and no matter how bad it is, it should be us.
Here, it will not spread to the city. As long as there is still some blood, people should come out and fight the empire to the end. Whoever stays in the city will be your traitor! Even if the principality cannot catch them, Jianghu and
The people of the Sword of Justice will not spare them..."
"We won't spare them either. The problem is that no one is that stupid."
Nan Tieshan replied: "They have been alerted by the wanted order for so many days but there has been no response. The progress of the war is also the result they want. Why should the rats that are nesting in the underground passages come out at this time?
If you want to catch their tail, I'm afraid it won't be possible without some extraordinary means, but the war is about to break out..."
"Oh, am I trying to comfort you? Don't get into trouble like this, okay? I know you have tried your best for the future of our association. Although the thing at Falling Star Mountain failed last time, the brothers can all see the tricks you did.
In my eyes..."
"Shut up, who told you that you failed?"
"Well, it didn't fail, it didn't fail, we can't do it, okay... So what should we do now? Do you have any good ideas?"
"There is a way...there is."
When another group of players passed by them, the big man in black armor slapped his body and stood up, then followed the crowd of players heading to the front line and looked in the direction of the village: "It's just...
"
"It depends on whether it's too late or not."
boom!
In the temporary headquarters of Talan Village, an angry Tusker slapped his palm on the command table in front of him: "What? They haven't decided yet? Are all the people in the council dead?"
"I heard... I heard from Carlos before that there were nearly 30% less members in attendance. The president just reprimanded those people for their escape behavior and scolded them for a long time..."
"A bunch of cowards! Idiots!" Then Tusker's anger became even more intense: "They must have all escaped! This is a sign of war... No, this is treason! They should be arrested and cut into pieces! The whole family should be killed.
To the walls!”
"Calm down, Tasker." A weak voice immediately sounded from the corner of the room, and at the same time, he repelled the sweaty reporting soldier: "There is no use being angry with them. It's better to think about what to do.
Bar."
"What should I do? What can I do?" Waving the noble dagger in his hand, Tasker turned his head angrily: "With a total strength of tens of thousands of people and a fortress, you will fail.
...can my thousands of city guards be of any use?"
He stretched out his hand and pointed out: "The village right next to this?"
"We still have those adventurers' stations, and those enthusiastic adventurers." The bandaged former fortress general Dusk sat quietly on his makeshift stretcher, with a smile on his panting face.
Expression: "With those people here... we will definitely be able to stop the Imperials."
"Have you been driven to your head by failure? Or have you gone crazy?" Tusker looked at him with contempt: "You are actually stupid enough to believe those adventurers? Didn't their weak performance in the fortress not make you lose your temper?"
Are you giving up? Huh, you are still enthusiastic...or do you think this is just a family adventure, and you can win the war with enthusiasm alone?"
"No, quite the opposite."
Ignoring the disdainful expressions shown by the nobles, Dusk shook his head and replied: "They... are the most promising people I have seen in a while."
"Believe me, if you dare to let them go, they will give you a good result."
"……I do not believe."
The two people stared at each other in silence for a long time. The bearded nobleman in military uniform still shook his head and said: "I am not you. I have never seen any fortress battles. Instead of trusting those despicable adventurers, it is better to put your hope in yourself.
hands."
"But the Congress has not come to a conclusion yet." Dusk replied quietly: "Pamir is not here, and the remaining members are still fighting over who should be responsible and who should be beheaded. The President can sit back and relax.
The throne expressed silence, but we can't wait any longer. Without reinforcements and no strategy, once the emperor's encirclement is formed, our defeat may only take a few hours..."
"I know I know!"
Tusker waved his dagger and shouted, then put down his hand dejectedly: "Could it be... is this the burial place of me, Tusker?"
"Report!"
A soldier dressed as a city guard walked into the room and shouted loudly under the gaze of two people: "An adventurer wants to see the general!"
"who?"
"They call themselves...the Sword of Justice Adventure Group."
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On the night of January 17, 2015, the new round of team competition in the UEFA Cup Finals kicked off under such circumstances. Compared with the schedule of the previous few days, the audience for tonight's game was obviously smaller. Among them
The reason is very clear even to the official members of the league, not to mention the audience who have heard the news and are whispering among themselves. The whispers in the pre-game venue are no longer about the UEFA Cup finals, but about the UEFA Cup finals.
There were speculations about war in the free world, but after the topic was discussed for a certain period of time, the surrounding players all discovered a hidden fact, that is, the number of principality audiences who came here was obviously smaller than the empire audience.
Some.
So some people left the scene quietly, fearing that their battle formation would be attacked by the principality on the night of the game.
"Why are we still here? Didn't that guy lose?"
The players who stayed at the scene naturally included some members of the principality, such as the codename Aqiang in front of them. However, the reason why they stayed here did not seem to be some slogan such as "indifferent to national affairs", but some other reasons:
"Stop talking nonsense, you guys wait here for a while, I'm going to see someone, and then we'll leave and go back to Tania to defend..."
"Oh? It's actually a private meeting! I didn't expect that, boss, you have already started a happy cheating life before you even get the certificate... Oops!"
"You don't want to fucking live anymore, don't you? The labor and management are angry, and they will peel off your skin and deduct another three months of your salary!"
Amidst the laughter of the woman in red on the side, a man in a suit stood up with his fists waving, then arranged his clothes as the game music gradually sounded around him, and walked quickly towards the contestants' seats.
A moment later, the man's figure emerged from the Wings of Freedom seat with a face full of anger. While breathing heavily, he walked back to his original position: "His, eliminated.
Our Yuchen, we haven’t settled what happened last time, and you want us to sell our own people again? Do you really think that I belong to your family? The labor and management still want to go back to fight the war!"
With these words in his mouth, the man walked around the players' seats, and when he was about to reach the edge of the auditorium, he was blocked by another person: "Lu Qiang."
"Who are you...uh."
The man in the suit raised his head angrily, but his expression became more exciting the next moment: "Duan Feng... No, Brother Long."
"You actually still remember me."
The man with the scarred face showed a smile, but the scars on his face twisted with the muscles, showing a more terrifying and intimidating atmosphere: "Ever since I was injured... we have never seen each other again.
Have you met?"
"Ah? Uh...ah hahaha, it's not that I don't want to disturb your rest...no, it's because I don't want to disturb your work...that's not right either..."
The originally angry man in a suit completely lost his momentum. While hesitating and searching for a valid reason, he rubbed his hands in confusion, as if he wanted to leave this conspicuous place and avoid the attention of some well-intentioned people.
The gaze cast towards him. But before he could come up with any excuse to leave, the scar-faced man waved to him, and then, as if he understood his embarrassment, he retreated into the darkness of the contestants' bench with his hands behind his back.
Medium: "You just...went to Wings of Freedom, right?"
"Ah? Uh...well, don't get me wrong, I just..."
"Come here, I have something to ask you."
The last half of Duan Fenglei's face was revealed in the shadow: "Just... catching up on old times."
The man in the suit kept swinging his legs and hesitated in place for a few seconds. Finally, under the gaze of his younger brother, he moved towards the direction of the scarred man. The doubtful looks and inquiring glances projected from all around him were not there yet.
It was completely scattered in the surrounding space. Sitting in a player seat nearby, a burst of uncontrollable laughter suddenly burst out: "Puff, puff, puff..."
"What, what happened?" Mengzhu on the side asked in confusion: "Those two people just now..."
"No, it's nothing." Xuyu Liushang, who had changed into a blue dress, waved his hands and replied, "I just didn't expect...he could actually do it, hahahaha..."
Under the increasingly confused gazes of Mengzhu and Xiao Hongchen, the woman covering her mouth laughed loudly for a long time. Finally, she took out her communication ball from her bag and casually sent out a message: "Duan Feng Lei selects people."
Yes, he is your enemy."
"If you describe it like this, I will be very troubled."
Duan Qing, who was lying in the game cabin, tilted his head, then swiped the screen and replied: "I have too many enemies."
"No, it's the debt you incurred recently. You must not have thought of..."
"...Forget it, whatever is fine."
After frowning and thinking for a while, Duan Qing finally gave up thinking in this direction and turned his attention to the upcoming game: "Hey, hey, hey, can you hear me?"
"...I'm surprised you're not late." A flowery sigh came from the other end of the phone.
"For the salary." Duan Qing responded nonchalantly: "Okay, and also for watching the show."
"Tanya in the free world seems to be having a bigger drama at the moment. Aren't you going to go take a look?"
"Hey, if you want to lure me to show up, it's impossible without a bigger drama." Duan Qing's voice showed a slight smile: "Let them try harder, maybe one day... I will pay more attention to it.
"
"Your taste seems a little different from the public. Look at the number of viewers tonight. Many staff have complained to me because of concerns about ratings, okay?"
"What a good deed it is to save them the energy to maintain order." Duan Qing replied nonchalantly: "As for my taste... there are so many of my old friends here, wouldn't it be terrible to miss them?
pity?"
His finger touched the screen for a while, and his face gradually showed an expression of interest: "Look..."
"Jianghu vs. Lanshan...what a wonderful showdown."
This chapter has been completed!