Groups of Imperial soldiers lined up neatly, slowly entered the street, and tied up the Hands of Light who were still groaning on the ground. The Hands of Darkness gathered around Ye Ze in a tacit understanding, forming a simple
formation.
Just now it was purely a street fight, with Maris and others fighting on their own. Now facing the murderous Emperor, the aura of the group members has also changed. Fakhla, Stan and other magic masters,
He even subconsciously touched his own magic card.
No one wanted to confront the emperor, but the leader did not issue an order, and even Victor had no intention of surrendering.
"Who are you? You haven't put down your weapons yet, do you want to rebel?!" A young officer held a long sword and pointed at the Dark Hands.
Yeze raised his hand and pressed it down. The members understood, Fakhla and others put away the magic-blocking cards, and the others also threw the bricks and tiles in their hands to the ground.
"Sir, we are demon hunters passing by here." Ye Ze said politely: "Those on the ground are some ruffians who block the road and rob. If you want to give us a good citizen award or something, there is no need. Help.
Garrisoning troops to maintain law and order is what we should do."
"Ruffians?" The young officer lowered his head and looked at the people lying on the ground.
Although the armor they are wearing is now dirty and has footprints everywhere, no matter how you look at it, the quality is no worse than that of the Emperor. When did you ruffians have such equipment?
After glaring at the oily Ye Ze, the young officer was about to scold him when a soldier walked up to the officer and reported softly: "Captain, those people on the ground are the hands of light."
"Hand of light?" The young officer's pupils shrank and he looked carefully at the people on the ground. On the chest of the dirty armor, the badge of the glowing hand could be vaguely seen.
Hand of Light, so many people were beaten like this, then they...
The young officer looked at Ye Ze with a little more fear, and his eyes wandered to Ye Ze's chest...
That sign...
Hand of Darkness!!!
The dark hand that destroyed Zijin and rivaled Qingquan?
At this moment, there was some noise from the outside. The soldiers separated, and a heroic young general rode in from the outside. It was Sanchez, the commander of the second division of the Second Army.
Sanchez glanced at the waiting hands of darkness, frowned, and asked: "Which two demon hunting groups are fighting here? Who is the leader? Come out and see me!"
"Report to the general!" The young officer took a step forward and whispered: "It's the hand of light and the hand of darkness."
"Hand of darkness?!" Sanchez's pupils shrank.
Although the Hand of Light is a seventh-level demon hunting group with an extraordinary background, it is far less stimulating to Sanchez than the Hand of Darkness. This stimulation does not come from strength, but from their leader...
Seeing that he couldn't avoid it, Yeze simply took a few steps forward and said with a smile: "General Sanchez, long time no see, you are in good health..."
"Jesus..." Sanchez's eyes were red and he almost squeezed out the name through his teeth.
"That's a pseudonym." Ye Ze shook his head: "My name is Ye Ze."
"I don't care what your name is..." Sanchez jumped off the horse, his eyes full of anger, and said sternly: "I let you run away in Bayreuth, where will you hide this time?! Jesus...
Yeze! I want to duel with you!"
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Yeze first went to the Public Security Bureau to pay the fine, and then returned to the station and convened a summary meeting of the fight. More than sixty people gathered in the living room, standing or sitting, making it extremely crowded.
Since the expansion of the Hand of Darkness, there have been two large-scale battles outside Bradak City and Aromatherapy Valley. After each battle, Ye Ze held a meeting to discuss in-depth issues such as tactics, morale, etc. Although this time it was a street fight.
, but it is also a team action, and proper discussion is also indispensable. However, there is no reward.
Ye Ze expressed praise for the collective concept of the members, but also made some criticisms. Even if it is a street fight, there must be a certain degree of advance and retreat. Although there are many people on the other side, most of them are ordinary fighters, so it is really a tie.
should.
"... Look at you, look at you again..." Ye Ze scolded them one by one: "Just dealing with a group of peripheral fish, everyone is bruised and swollen. When the main force of the Hand of Light arrives, we will definitely have to find trouble. By then, we will be
Apologize to them? Or be a coward?"
"Captain." Fakhla said nonchalantly: "It's my fault. If I didn't have a dispute with them at that time..."
"You still dare to say that?" Ye Ze glared: "When those bastards are looking for trouble, you should make a decisive decision and slap them to death with your big mouth!"
"Ah?" Fakhla was stunned.
Maris also scratched his head and asked, "You don't blame us?"
"Of course it's strange! It's your fault for being too shy!" Ye Ze looked around at the crowd and scolded:
"Remember, whenever you meet someone looking for trouble outside, beat them up if you can't beat them. If you can't beat them, come back and call for help. In short, the Hand of Darkness does not allow anyone to sit on its neck and shit. Anyone who wants to be the third grandson should leave the group now.
Apply to me..."
Ye Ze conducted brutal brainwashing education on the group members, and most of the people's eyes dazzled when they heard it, even Fakhla was no exception. But Angelina found it uninteresting.
It's not that Angelina disagrees with Ye Ze's theory. When she followed Julie, Angelina was much more domineering. It was because she thought what Ye Ze said was nonsense, that she felt bored.
Seeing Yeze's spitting nonsense and not knowing when it would end, Angelina, who had nothing to do, simply walked out and wanted to get some fresh air on the street.
"Desert of despair..." Looking at the sky south of the city, which was obviously different from other places, Angelina sighed and looked back at the courtyard.
Is this silly green man a casual place to go? The Desert of Despair is a place where even dark gold-level magic-sealing masters may die. What do you have to do with wind leeches and red camel grass? One is a beast with extremely poor practicality.
The other is a poisonous weed with strong fire poison. Both of these things are of little value and are rare things that cannot be bought on the market. For these, you have to go to such a dangerous place...
Angelina lowered her head and took out the rough coral pendant from her clothes, a touch of tenderness flashed in her eyes.
Forget it, it doesn’t matter what you want to do. We have broken into places like Shark Island together, so what about the Desert of Despair. As long as I am with you...
Angelina was suddenly startled, a blush flashed in the corner of her eyes, and she shook her head vigorously.
Angelina, what are you thinking about! You are just repaying a favor. Help him complete this mission and then go their separate ways...
Thinking of this, Angelina felt an inexplicable pain in her heart.
While Angelina was struggling with herself, a pleasant but domineering female voice suddenly sounded in her ears:
"This masked beauty, let me ask. Is this the headquarters of the Dark Hand Demon Hunting Group?"
Angelina looked up and saw a tall, beautiful blond female knight standing in front of her, looking at her with admiration. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come.
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