The next second, a frightening loud noise suddenly came from outside the alleyway!
"boom!"
Thales was shocked.
It sounded like a body hit the wall...
There were chaotic shouts and shouts from the other side of the wall.
"No, this bastard..."
"Greveaux, are you here?"
"Copy guy..."
But it's not over yet.
"boom!"
There was another muffled sound, which to Thales sounded like a fist fight!
The crisp sound of bone cracking was accompanied by a cry of pain.
"Damn it, give him... ah"
"Swish!" This time it was the sound of a knife cutting into flesh!
"This son of a bitch..."
"Crack!"
This time there was a sound like cracking bones.
"Ahhhhh"
"Fuck, how did he do it?"
"Kill him for me"
Continuous screams from the crowd rang out from outside the alleyway, and Thales, who was listening, became more and more nervous.
What happened?
"What about the flying knives? Use flying knives to deal with..."
The chaotic crowd began to appear hysterical.
"Ah ah ah, I swear, we will not, will not let you go, no! Everyone you cherish, we will..."
"Boom!"
Another dull sound of a human body falling to the ground cut off this sullen voice.
"Give me the knife quickly"
"Tsk! Hua la la la..."
Thales's heart skipped a beat: This sound was both unfamiliar and familiar to him. The soldiers on the battlefield had their arteries slashed, and blood spurted out and spread all over the place.
The crowd's voice became increasingly panicked.
"No, no, wait a minute, we have something to talk about"
"Bang! Bang!"
The deadly dull sounds sounded again one after another.
Thales behind the wall was frightened when he heard this.
The crowd's voices became increasingly sparse.
"No, no, no, I'm just an errand boy."
"boom!"
Thales was suddenly startled: the wall he was leaning against trembled slightly, as if someone was hit and a lot of dust fell.
After this, the noise outside, whether it was cries for help or fighting, became much less frequent.
The last loud voice begging for mercy came with a cry:
"Don't, don't, whether it's to follow you or to catch you alone, it's all their idea... I'm really not the same group as them."
But the next moment, a chilling crisp sound sounded:
"Crack!"
Thales closed his eyes: he also recognized this voice.
It was the sound of the neck being violently broken.
After more than a dozen thrilling loud noises, it finally became quiet behind the low wall.
The chaos outside seemed to have subsided.
Thales then opened his eyes solemnly and carefully, holding his breath.
No way?
In the frightening silence, there were only two breaths left behind the alley.
A calm, thick, slightly panting voice.
A panic, anxiety, and rapid frequency.
Even if he activated the power of Hell River Sin to the maximum, he could not hear the breathing of other living creatures.
Only... two people left?
Thales closed his mouth in shock.
A few seconds later.
The rude male voice that had not sounded for a long time came again with a muffled groan:
"Hmph, damn those with superpowers, they think they have some means and they act mischievously. It really hurts."
There was a scoffing sound, like the blade being pulled out of flesh and blood.
The sound of metal falling to the ground.
Following this sound, another breathing sound from behind the wall became even more rapid and erratic.
"You, you, you, Ge, Ge, Griva, old, boss, I, I, I, I'm not..."
The voice was trembling.
In response, Grivet's faint sneer came: "Humph, a dozen people."
"I can't even do this for a disabled person in a wheelchair."
"I'm so ashamed of you."
Thales frowned tightly: What?
There are more than a dozen of them, and there are also people with super powers, all of them...
The remaining cry was so frightened that I couldn't even speak.
"Hey."
But Griveaux's next words made him breathless:
"You're in luck, little man, I need a tongue to spread the word..."
The owner of the trembling voice seemed to have figured out the meaning of this sentence and suddenly relaxed.
The next second, he hurriedly spoke out, feeling as if he was crying with joy: "Of course! Boss Griwal, no matter what you say, I will..."
"Humph." Grewal snorted coldly, forcing the survivor's flattering and trembling voice back.
In the breathtaking silence, Thales, who was listening in the corner, did not dare to speak out loud.
Obviously, the person behind the wall is a dangerous character.
"Listen up, scumbags."
Grivet's rough and unpleasant voice slowly sounded: "You think you can force me to submit with threats and violence?"
"You know, Urad used all his methods for more than ten years. In the end, he even brought in the military crossbows from the Black Sand Territory, but he still couldn't kill me..."
There was a rare ferociousness in Grivet's voice: "Humph, let alone missing legs and eyes..."
"Even if I can't speak, my eyes can't see, my limbs are rotten, and I'm paralyzed from now on," the rude warrior's voice was low, but his words were as strong as iron. "I can still grit my teeth and jump out of bed, and kill you one by one..."
"Chew to pieces."
Snapped!
A scream sounded from behind the wall.
Thales could feel it: The survivor was lifted up by Grievor.
"You think it's scary for the Fallen Stars to run rampant in the city and go crazy? Ha," the rude man's voice sounded more and more terrifying: "When you piss off Grieve, you will know..."
"That dead man's face who only knows how to behead is so gentle and gentle."
Thales heard that terrifying breath, accompanied by the chattering sound of his upper and lower teeth.
"Send the message back," Griveaux said coldly:
"I may not be able to protect my territory, my brother."
"But I'm very good at holding grudges."
"From today on, anything happens on my turf, and I mean anything, like the little girl across from me lost her doll, or my neighbor's dog missing a bone from his bowl...
"
"I will remember it on your heads."
Thumb, thump, thump.
It sounded like a heavy tapping of the index finger on the forehead.
That trembling breath was already shaking.
"You'd better pray that the Shield District and Hammer District are safe and prosperous, otherwise..."
"In return...I will tear every one of you alive, no matter where he hides, no matter how high his status is."
"Just like what you saw."
thump!
There was a sound of a human body falling to the ground.
"Get out." Grivet said slowly, his voice as cold as frost.
The next second, in the rapid and trembling breath, a panicked footstep sounded, turning over countless debris along the way, and there was also the sound of a lot of clothes rubbing against the ground.
The sound of footsteps gradually faded away.
Behind the wall, Thales breathed out quietly.
Fortunately, he only felt that his heartbeat was a little fast: it was over.
Now, just wait for the wheelchair to leave...
"Hello!"
The rude male voice sounded again.
It has more of a lazy meaning.
"The one listening in the corner," Grivet's deep voice reached Thales's ears clearly and unmistakably:
"How long are you going to hide?"
Thales felt a little chill in his heart.
What?
He touched his stiff neck, raised his head with a dull expression, and looked at the low wall in front of him that completely blocked him.
calm.
Calm down, Thales.
The prince pursed his lips with luck: Maybe you're not talking about me?
"snort."
"Stop pretending, that guy behind the wall," Grewal seemed to squeeze his fist, and there was a scary crisp sound: "Watching the excitement is fun, isn't it?"
"Hey, if you wait for me to catch you out, you won't be so lucky."
The prince closed his eyes, full of helplessness.
Thales took a deep breath.
Think on the bright side, Thales.
It's late at night now, this is an almost abandoned shield area, and that guy can't possibly be someone who happened to be walking here.
Moreover, what I just heard from Griveau was that he was probably traveling alone and was surrounded by his opponents here.
And coming all the way to this place late at night shows...
Thales adjusted his breathing, convinced himself with that reason over and over again, and then took a step forward resolutely.
Out of the narrow alley.
The cold wind blew, and the exaggerated temperature difference between day and night in the North made Thales flinch.
Outside the alleyway, a dilapidated and desolate scene appeared in front of him.
But what really caught his eye was the mess in front of him.
Thales stared blankly at this scene in the night: a dozen corpses fell motionless on the ground or stuck to the wall, with different postures, and their expressions were frozen at the last moment, either in horror, fear, or anger.
Some of their hands and feet were deformed, some had bent bodies, and some even had their internal organs spilled all over the place. They looked particularly ferocious and strange against the backdrop of the dark night and bright moon.
Several torches fell feebly to the ground, burning tenaciously, barely providing some illumination.
Thales's foot slipped: he accidentally stepped on a pool of blood.
It's like a wild slaughterhouse.
In this scene that made people hold their breath, Thales swallowed hard and saw clearly the only person still alive: a strong man sitting on the ground, silently bandaging the wound on his shoulder.
.
Through the faint firelight and moonlight, Thales saw the other party's biggest feature at a glance: he had no legs.
Rolf's legs were still up to his knees, but the rugged man in front of him had half-empty trousers below his thighs, and his trousers were tied in two knots, indicating his past misfortune.
Thales frowned slightly.
The man named Griwal snorted coldly. He bit the bandaging strip and raised his head with all his strength: "Tell me, coming here late at night, are you sent by Nikolai, Urad, or someone else?"
……Huh?"
There was doubt in Grivet's eyes.
Through the light, Thales saw his face as expected: there was nothing in Grivet's left eye socket, leaving only a dark hole.
There is only a round hole left under his short hair where his left ear should be.
It's like an ear has been cut off completely.
Thales was stunned.
"A little brat?"
The strong man frowned, doubtful.
As Grivet spoke, he used his left hand with only three fingers to pull up one corner of the cloth, and bit the other corner in his mouth. His right hand was firmly on the ground, helping the only half of his rickety body to maintain balance and fight for his life.
Prick the wound.
A touch of sadness filled Thales's heart.
this person……
There are only "half" people left.
"Hey! Don't be distracted, you brat!"
Thales' expression changed. He came back to his senses and scratched his forehead: "Actually, I'm almost fourteen years old..."
"They are really children," Grivet shook his head and snorted: "What, is child labor common? Gee, people nowadays, how can they be so cruel."
cruel?
Looking at Griwal sitting among the corpses on the ground, Thales could only smile helplessly.
Grivet's face is flat but his nose is quite high, and his face is covered with unkempt stubble, which makes people suspect that he cut it randomly with a table knife.
I saw that he had bandaged the wound and grabbed it back with his left hand. There was a rolling sound of friction in the darkness.
A wooden wheelchair was pulled beside the man.
Grievor gritted his teeth, fixed the wheelchair on the edge of a protruding stone slab, grabbed the arm of the chair with his left hand, and firmly supported the ground with his right hand.
He raised half of his body from the ground and leaned towards the wheelchair tremblingly, trying to get into the wheelchair.
Thales was moved in his heart. Looking at his laborious movements, he was about to step forward to help.
But the next moment, Grievo fought back with his actions: the strong man grunted, and his powerful right arm seemed to burst out with infinite power, and pushed hard on the ground!
The next second, the rude man rose steadily into the air.
Just as Thales stepped out, he suddenly stopped.
As the wheelchair shuddered, Grivet fell into it accurately.
Grewal leaned back in the wheelchair, exhaled a sigh of relief, glanced contemptuously at the corpses on the ground, and showed a cold smile.
At this moment, Thales suddenly realized that although the other party looked disabled, he even only had half of his body left.
But there is no doubt about it.
The man in front of him was one of the strongest and most powerful warriors he had ever seen.
At this moment.
A female voice that he had not heard for a long time passed by his ears in a daze.
Gentle and light, but with a hint of stubbornness that refuses to compromise.
【No, Fei Ren.】
[What they need is not cheap sympathy, nor the so-called help and sympathy that we so-called "normal and healthy people" give just to satisfy our own moral evaluation.]
[What they need is for us to take off our glasses and really treat them like normal people because there is nothing abnormal about them.]
[The reason why they cannot become normal people is that we are too self-righteous and we are not tolerant enough. It is because this imperfect society does not give them the soil to become normal people. Whether it is the lack of software that brings different eyes or the lack of hardware.
Life is inconvenient.]
【Stop calling them disabled.】
【Because they are not.】
is her.
is her.
But who is she?
He reached out his hand subconsciously.
But nothing was caught.
Leave a blank space.
"Hello!"
"It's so distracting," Grievault pushed the wheelchair in front of him, looked at Thales up and down, and nodded his head with suspicion on his face: "You... aren't you mentally retarded?"
Thales was startled suddenly and pushed the sudden memory flashback back into the depths of his mind.
Grivet clenched his right fist and made a crisp sound.
This voice made Thales nervous.
He tried his best not to look at the corpses around him and forced a forced smile.
Concentrate, now...
Thales took a deep breath, trying to look friendly.
Putilai said smile, smile, smile when facing the contact person.
The prince opened his big white teeth and looked straight at the man in the wheelchair: "So, you are the person Putilai was talking about?"
Grivet frowned and replied loudly: "Who?"
The loud and unpleasant voice startled Thales.
"Putilai, uh, that's the one..." Thales tried hard to maintain a smile and spoke a common language that was close to the Northland's standard accent:
"The weird old man smoking a pipe?"
Grivet blinked his remaining eyes and scratched his chin in the moonlight.
He opened his mouth impatiently and asked loudly but vaguely:
"What did you say?"
Thales's heart trembled.
Nope.
"Or, there may be someone, his name may not be Putilai, maybe he uses a pseudonym, and he may not necessarily be smoking. He probably doesn't have time to smoke these days..." Thales danced around, trying to construct his own language.
, while cursing Putilai’s unreliability in his heart:
"He asked you to give someone... you know, at this time, give someone, give someone..."
Thales waved his arms, shook his head slightly, and looked expectantly at Griwal, who seemed to have not yet entered the situation: "Give him..."
"At this time? Put someone..." The rude man narrowed his eyes, rolled his eyes, and thought for a moment.
He asked tentatively: "You mean... transport it out of the city?"
Thales's eyes lit up and he snapped his fingers: "Yes! That's it!"
Grivet fell silent.
The man in the wheelchair looked at him silently for several seconds.
It made Thales feel a little scared.
until……
"Oh oh oh!"
Grivet's expression changed, and he slapped his head suddenly!
The strong man looked suddenly enlightened and pointed his right hand at Thales: "So it's you!"
God bless.
Thales exhaled!
He just felt like a stone had fallen to the ground in his heart.
"Yes, yes, yes!"
Thales slapped his thigh and felt that the negotiation just now was very difficult. He smiled with difficulty: "It's me, haha, hello... Hehe, uh, what do you call me?"
"Hmm..." Grewal narrowed his eyes and continued to look at him, making a low guttural sound.
The fuzzy feeling in Thales's heart came back again.
"Grewal," a second later, the rude man laughed, showing his big yellow teeth, and stretched out his right hand to him:
"Drew Grivet."
Thales breathed a sigh of relief again.
Fortunately, this contact person seems to be relatively easy to talk to...
With lingering fear, he stretched out his right hand and grasped Grewal's palm: "Then..."
At this moment.
"boom!"
Before Tails could react, he only felt a heavy weight on his right hand, a pain in his neck, and the vision in front of him suddenly shook!
A majestic force burst out from Griveau's right palm, pulling Thales off balance and falling in the direction of Griveau!
"caught you!"
Grivet's cheerful laughter came from his ears.
"Hahahaha, want to leave the city secretly? Hey, you are the kidnapped little prince of the stars, right?"
Grieve's rough laughter grew louder and louder, causing Thales's ears to hurt.
what happened?
Thales, who was having difficulty breathing, tried his best to open his eyes, but he was horrified to find that his hands were tightly held from behind by Grewal in a wheelchair!
The latter's left arm went around the prince's neck, and the iron-like muscles on his arm were like a cage, forcing the prince, who had his back to the man, into Grivet's arms.
"Whether it's underground or official, the entire Longxiao City is going crazy for you. I was originally annoyed by these things and didn't want to deal with them, but you actually came to the door yourself! Hahahaha..."
No.
No!
The sins of the prison river surged instantly.
Thales gritted his teeth and tried to break away, but found that his struggle was in vain: Grieveaux only relied on his powerful right hand and abdominal muscles to tightly hold his arms on his back.
Useless.
From the moment he was hugged by Grivet, he had already lost his best position to exert force.
Under the other party's restraint, he couldn't even touch the jc dagger.
"Guess what price the Palace of Heroes is willing to give me?"
Griwal's laughter was quite ferocious and proud: "Damn, that dead man's face smashed so many things in my territory in the afternoon, I must pay for it this time!"
Grivet's left arm suddenly exerted force!
Thales only felt his head tilt back, and the bright moon and starry sky appeared in front of his eyes.
"Of course, it doesn't have to be the Palace of Heroes. At this moment, many people want you," Grievo's hand became stronger and stronger, and the laughter coming from behind his ears was full of excitement: "I
Think about it, do you want one thousand gold coins or two thousand gold coins? Tsk, isn’t it a bit much?”
Thales's face gradually turned red, and he felt that his neck was getting more and more uncomfortable: Grivet's left arm hooked around his neck, compressing Thales' trachea without resistance.
The force was so strong that the prince even felt that his back was about to be pressed into Grivet's chest.
This guy……
Why so much effort!
The prince, who had difficulty breathing, tried his best to lift his right leg and kicked it down desperately!
But the pain in his feet told him that he could barely reach the floor and hit the hardwood of the wheelchair.
Only then did Thales sadly remember that Grievor had no legs.
"Otherwise, you can order something else, but you have to be more cautious about this matter..."
Thales's vision began to blur gradually as he became unable to breathe.
Soon, many "Venus stars" that only he could see appeared in the starry sky in front of him.
No.
This can't go on like this.
He desperately sucked in a little air, and relied on his rich experience of being choked many times to hold his breath and stop moving to consume his energy.
Thales's face turned red, and he forced a few sounds from his trachea, and he was as angry as a gossamer: "You... are not... the connector..."
"Grivo..."
What greeted him was Grivet's wanton laughter:
"Hahaha, that's it! The contact person can make mistakes. It seems that you are very careless with the information!"
Amid the double torture of hypoxia and pain, Thales maintained his final composure.
He no longer had time to complain about Putilai.
"etc……"
Thales twisted his face and squeezed out a few words in pain:
"Double!"
"If you want money, I'll give it to you...double..."
Grivet was slightly startled, then snorted coldly.
"Shut up," the rude man looked unmoved at all. He chewed his teeth and said coldly: "Don't think I'm a fool..."
But his voice gradually weakened.
The next moment, Thales only felt the pressure on his neck loosen slightly.
A breath of long-lost air, mixed with pain and friction, was sucked into his lungs.
There was the sound of grinding teeth behind the ears, and Grivet's unpleasant but slightly moving voice: "Hey, you kid..."
The rude man swallowed slowly and said softly:
"Really...double?"
The next chapter is still being edited and will be posted soon.