"What, your deal failed?"
On March 30, 795 in the New Calendar, on the riverside avenue in the south of the Free City, a few gangster-looking guys suddenly dropped the skewers in their hands and stood up from the river with a roar: "Who dares to
Lift our family’s business?”
"It's people from Sanqing! They stole our goods!"
"You moved outside the city just because you were stationed there. Do you think you can do whatever you want? Brothers, copy these guys!"
"Clancy Avenue, right? He's waiting for me..."
The rumbling footsteps gradually faded away along with the noisy sounds, crossing the entire south of the city, and then rushed to the South City Gate under the slightly surprised eyes of a group of players who were still busy working on reconstruction.
On a nearby street, several horse-drawn carriages that had overturned because their wheels were broken were strewn across the street near the city gate. Among them were a few old wooden boxes that had been abandoned nearby and were being transported.
Several stranded figures from other things also noticed the uninvited guests coming from afar, and dropped what they were doing: "They are back to find a place! Everyone, come here!"
"Hit me!"
"Cut, chop, chop! Don't leave anyone alive!"
"There are too many of them! Ah Hua! Go back and call the other brothers!"
"If you die, come back to me! Come back! Don't even think about leaving today!"
The chaotic scene gradually spread as the fighting suddenly broke out between the two groups of gangs, and finally completely occupied the city gate avenue in the south of the Free City. As the number of members from both sides gradually increased, more and more people heard the noise.
People who rushed here also began to gather in this direction. Due to the existence of a completely different outlook on life from the real world, the players who came here were also mixed with a large number of onlookers who came to watch the excitement. They put down their hands.
Materials and tools gathered around the battlefield that was even hotter than the construction factory: "Hey, who is following whom this time?"
"It seems that people from the Sanqing Sect robbed the Fire Fist Gang's goods, and then they were caught and made off..."
"Wow, are you so arrogant? This is the reconstruction period, and many gangs have agreed to a temporary truce..."
"Ha, our boss said the same thing, but this kind of unspoken rule...who said we must abide by it?"
The clanging sounds of fighting and slashing continued in front of them, accompanied by screams and shouts from the fighting gang members from time to time. The white light that represented someone dying also intensified as the war raged on.
The fire raged fiercely and kept rising around the streets. They raised their own weapons and filled the surrounding streets and alleys with splashing blood. Finally, amidst loud shouts that rang out in the street, they suddenly separated to both sides:
"Two knives! What do you mean?"
"It's not interesting, we just want to search what's in the convoy going south..."
As if they were tit-for-tat generals, a player with a slicked back hair gradually emerged from the crowd of players on the other side: "Take the things on our territory..."
"Shouldn't it be done with our consent?"
"fart!"
Among the crowd sweating with blood, a player carrying a sledgehammer shouted with a fierce look: "When have the goods delivered by our Fire Fist Gang been inspected by others? It's obviously you people who are jealous.
, I want to take advantage of people’s danger at this time!”
"Ha, it's you who want to make money, and it's you who want to cause trouble... How can it be reasonable for you to earn all the good things in the Free City?" The person who answered before sneered: "What if you are lucky?
What should we do if something that cannot be brought to light ends up being blamed on us? At the beginning, we agreed that if we had money, we would all make it together, but we did not say that if there were problems, we would all bear them together."
"I'm so fucked up... Why should I tell you these things?" The fierce Fire Fist man spat, and pushed a few passers-by watching the fight aside: "Labour and management have tolerated you for a long time.
I’m done! I’m going to end it with you today!”
"Come here, who's afraid of whom?" The players on the opposite side laughed twice with their bleeding companions around them, and then replied disdainfully: "Even if I really robbed your things, what can you do to me?
"
"What's wrong..."
Taking a deep breath, the player named Fire Fist Invincible hit the ground with the giant hammer on his head: "Today, I will teach you grandsons what can we do!"
"Fight! Keep fighting! Whoever retreats first today will win..."
"stop!"
A shout suddenly erupted from the crowd who were about to collide again, stopping all the players who had just wanted to start fighting again. This was just the reason to prevent this group of desperadoes from continuing to fight.
, not just the figure of a certain player appearing in front of them - the chaotic footsteps followed the appearance of figures one after another, gradually completely surrounding the street near the South City Gate. There were so many people,
So much so that even the melon-eaters who were watching were affected: "You, you..."
"Who are you?"
Looking at the surrounding team that included many non-player personnel, the stab-headed player known as the Two Knives yelled with anger: "Are you from the Free City?"
"Nonsense, of course we are from the Free City."
The leading captain threw what looked like a cowboy hat to the ground, then pointed at his face and shouted: "Labour is the leader of the unnamed adventure group, the guard captain of the Garr Chamber of Commerce, and is known as the savior of Lange Village.
The disaster - black corn is also the case! You all remember it for me!"
"Black corn?" Ignoring the long list of titles, the Fire Fist gang members on the other side also looked at each other in confusion for a while: "Who is this person again?"
"You don't care who I am, anyway, right now I am the number one thug of Police Officer Licas of Liberty City...er, no, it's the number one captain!" Black Corn shouted at the top of his voice: "Listen up, you guys who like
You delinquents who are looking for trouble, we will take over the security of the city now! If you want to cause trouble like today...be careful, I will treat you to braised iron bars!"
"Which path do you belong to? On the borders of the Free City...it's not your turn to speak yet!"
The two groups surrounded in the center looked at each other, and then all showed expressions of contempt: "You suddenly jumped out to scare us... Do you think we were frightened?"
"Of course you weren't scared, you were beaten."
Wiping his nose, Black Corn inserted his Guan Dao into the ground with his backhand, then took it out with his backhand and held a barrel made of gold and iron in his hand: "I'll let you see it today.
…”
"What is the power of technology!"
boom!
A dull roar then erupted at one end of the street, flying into the distance with countless figures flying into the air. The increasingly fierce fighting sound also followed the shouts of several groups of people, and once again gathered in Nancheng.
At the door of the door, the urban coalition army composed of the Garr Chamber of Commerce, Black Corn and others quickly gained an advantage with the help of magic artillery, and beat the two gangs who were originally fighting each other to retreat.
The fallen soldiers who rushed back from the resurrection point also began to join the ranks of those who continued to die: "XX can't kill these people... call someone! Call someone!"
"Your name is Black Corn, right? Just wait for me!"
"The City of Freedom is not another place. Don't think that you can be free and easy with someone supporting you!"
"Be careful when walking at night from now on. If you are hacked to death by laborers in the street, don't blame us... eh."
Among the gradually dispersing crowd, a sword light suddenly appeared next to a shouting gangster, and then, amid a splash of blood, sent him back to the space where he was supposed to be reborn. It seemed that he was supposed to be reborn.
I just noticed the origin of this sword light, and the players who were running away nearby also stopped, and then their shocked eyes fell on a man on the street: "You, what are you doing...
?”
"Nothing." The man who put away the black dagger smiled slightly: "Just killing people in the street."
"You, you..." Several teammates on the same team pointed at each other's faces, but for a long time they still didn't dare to take action against this seemingly very powerful player: "Which path are you from?"
"Huang Quan Gate, Yama Road." He turned around and waved his hand to the man deep in the street without looking back: "If you have the ability..."
"Just come to me."
The silent cold wind drifted over the city as he left, and then fell again with several screams one after another. The battle sweeping along the street in the distance also gradually became like the dark clouds condensed in the sky.
It was getting colder. The man with one hand on his waist walked slowly along the street, and soon he came to the south near the city center. Then in the increasingly sparsely populated scene, he walked to a lonely carriage: "
...Are you leaving?"
"right."
Looking at the only visitor, Bart Tristan smiled and nodded: "Don't worry, the throne judgment will be issued soon. Since they have recognized the result, they will not take action against me again.
"
"I hope so."
Duan Qing shook his head slightly, and cast his sighing eyes to the west of the city: "I'm leaving here soon... Do you need me to go with you?"
"...No need." The middle-aged noble replied with a smile: "We were sent back to the city by the special envoy. It's too embarrassing to ask you to send us away..."
"Denton's matter... I will continue to think of a solution later." Duan Qing was silent for a while, and then looked at the face of the other party who was also silent: "According to my guess, he should have followed the restorationists and fled to the southwest."
"... I am already a sinner far away from the Free City, and the things here... have nothing to do with me." Tristan sighed and replied: "You, and Reiner... what do you want to do in the future?
You can deal with him, there is no need to inform me again."
"In that case... I wish you a safe journey."
"Don't say it so sadly. We may have a chance to meet again in the future."
After a few brief farewells, the lonely carriage and the lonely coachman left slowly along the street. Duan Qing, who stood watching the other party move forward, then raised his head, and then gradually stretched out his hand - just
As if after a long period of accumulation, the still dark sky finally began to turn white, and then pieces of whiter snowflakes were shaken into the whining cold wind.
"Dwellers of the Free City."
As the first snow fell in the year 795 of the New Calendar, Reiner's dull and distant voice echoed over the Free City: "I am Reiner."
"Regarding the disaster that affected the whole city a few days ago... I will pronounce judgment in the name of the city lord."
The sound of friction of armor followed a heavy figure appearing on the high platform of the city lord's hall, and at the same time, Reiner's condescending sharp eyes appeared: "I hereby declare that Bart Tristan is the 238th throne.
The winner of the war, but because of the loss of the city and his own wishes..."
"His throne will be deprived of him, and he himself...will be banished."
In the desolate street, the middle-aged nobleman walked slowly forward without looking back. He passed by countless players and native people who stopped to listen, and gradually disappeared in the north of the city.
"The other person who gave up his throne was Joel Corea."
On the sea not far from the city, Tielin stood on the bow of the boat and looked back at the outline of the city. Then at a certain moment, he waved to a figure standing on the shore carrying a spear: "These two
The personal throne will be vacant, waiting for the arrival of the next owner."
"The remaining throne holders will be punished for being responsible for the city's destruction."
In the atmosphere where the whole city gradually became quiet, Reiner's voice gradually became serious: "I will examine everyone's guilt and decide the fate they should accept accordingly."
"Edouin Chias, guilty of collaborating with the enemy and disturbing the peace... ten years."
His voice began to ring out again and again: "Stark Skwell, guilty of laziness...three years."
"Phillips Kudela, concealed his crimes...for three years."
"Jia Luo, the crime of collaborating with the enemy... five years."
As the players around him pointed and pointed, Duan Qing, who was standing in the crowd, gradually lowered his head, and then after retreating for a period of time, he started running towards the far side of the street, with a faint black shadow following him.
They started to escape and started flowing simultaneously, eventually turning into a torrent rolling towards the edge of the city. Without looking back, Duan Qing then broke through the commotion and jumped into the sky where snowflakes were falling.
"...and finally John Lenner."
In the scene where the same black shadows leap out across the sky, the voice belonging to the silver and black knights echoes above the city like a bell: "Ninety-nine years for committing war crimes."
Boom——
The sound of falling rustling appeared in the corner of the city as the wall bricks collapsed. It was a grand scene when a huge force broke through the city wall. Reiner, who saw this scene, also raised his head,
Then he turned his eyes, together with the players who turned around because they noticed something strange, to the distant black spots the same size as snowflakes: "He will stay here forever..."
"Dedicate your life to this city."
This chapter has been completed!