The west-slanting bright moon dimly illuminated an alley. Thales was leaning against the wall in the alley, looking at the silent but highly vigilant blood-whistle mercenaries or mercenaries who were skillfully lurking in the alley.
Those who speak of the Sword of Disaster feel anxious in their hearts.
Damn it.
After leaving the tavern, their people were indeed dispersed, but their vigilance was even higher.
You can't find any opportunities like this.
From the plan to the action, the Sword of Disaster moved swiftly and resolutely. No matter Prince of Stars or Quick Rope and others, they were escorted out of the tavern in a few minutes and approached the Prison of Bones efficiently and low-key.
The efficiency of the cooperation between the Shadow Shield, the Sword of Disaster, and Russell cannot be underestimated. On the route from "My Home" Tavern to here, in addition to their deliberate actions in batches to hide their whereabouts, there were actually
No one was disturbed, and even the patrol that was supposed to be encountered disappeared from sight.
But at this moment, what Thales was most worried about was not these, but one of his guards, a female swordsman with an angry face.
"** years ago, when I returned to my hometown, there was also a gangster who wanted to molest me."
Marina gently rubbed her lips with one hand and pressed the hilt of the sword with the other.
She came close to Thales' ear and spoke in a low voice, but the words contained hatred that could not be ignored:
"Want to know what happened to him?"
In no mood.
Don't want to at all.
But facing Marina who was gritting her teeth, Thales could only smile with a guilty and helpless smile.
"Hey, um, I'm very sorry about what happened just now, but your skills are so powerful, I can only do that..."
Before she finished speaking, Marina's eyes flashed coldly!
This left Thales, who was already at a loss, stranded.
How pitiful it was that he had never done anything like "sexual harassment" in his entire life, nor in his vague memory of his previous life, which he despised.
However, just now...
Thales lowered his head sadly, avoiding Marina's fierce gaze.
Two lifetimes of fame were destroyed in one night.
Marina snorted and gently pulled out the sword blade.
"At that time, I put the sword between that bastard's legs like this," Marina, with a cold look on her face, gently lowered her weapon amidst the goosebumps all over Thales's body: "Then I flicked my wrist.
change……"
Fortunately, before Thales felt cold in her crotch and couldn't help but call for help, a steady and soft voice stopped her.
"Marina."
"I asked you to watch him, but I didn't ask you to wait for an opportunity to kill him." Ricky's figure appeared at the entrance of the heavily guarded alley. He nodded slightly to his subordinates in the alley with a solemn expression: "Be calm."
Marina frowned, but put away her sword under Thales' hopeful gaze.
"Of course." She put away the unwillingness on her face and said calmly.
But Marina's next words once again made Thales feel miserable:
"We should gag his mouth, and it would be better to remove one of his arms or legs, just in case he is on our way..."
But Ricky shook his head.
"Our distinguished guest is not a stupid character," Crassus of the Sword of Disaster squinted at the prince who was trying to remain calm: "He knows when to negotiate and when to resist, and he also knows who he can rely on the most at the moment.
."
Thales's heart suddenly became heavy.
He knew that the people of Shadow Shield were secretly hidden in the periphery. Compared with those people, falling into the hands of Sword of Disaster was not a bad choice.
"Is not it?"
Ricky tilted his head back.
There, from Quick Rope, Dean to Tampa, the poor three hostages were tied up and gagged, and were escorted unceremoniously by more than a dozen fierce disaster swordsmen. From time to time, they looked at them with either pity or displeasure.
eyes.
Seeing them, the prince could only sigh sadly.
"certainly."
In contrast, Thales only had his weapons and luggage taken away, so he was very lucky. He glanced at the time crossbow carried behind Marina and the jc dagger tied to her waist, and couldn't help but swallow.
This behavior made Marina's eyes look even more disgusted.
At Ricky's signal, the mercenaries, including Marina, obeyed and moved away.
Ricky stood in front of the prince, his eyes burning, making Thales uneasy.
"So, what you want to do is to be in the Prison of Bones..."
The prince coughed and opened his mouth, wanting to ask for some information, but was interrupted midway by Ricky.
"Not enough." The leader of the Sword of Disaster said softly.
Thales was stunned: "What?"
"The sin of the prison river," Ricky looked at him with strange eyes: "You haven't experienced enough, you haven't integrated deeply enough, and you can't even touch the threshold."
The sin of the prison river.
This sudden topic made Thales nervous.
"What does it mean?"
Can't even touch the threshold...
The prince stiffened: "So, what you need is someone like Black Sword?"
But Ricky still shook his head in denial.
"He's not enough either."
The way he looked at the prince was both unabashedly cold and disturbingly fanatical. These two contradictory connotations made Thales even more uncomfortable:
"So you need more training, in the blood and danger, to mature it as soon as possible, become stronger, release it, and finally transcend the extreme realm and reach the legendary 'true world'."
Thales frowned, becoming more and more confused: "Beyond... what realm?"
"what are you saying?"
"That's the only way," Ricky seemed not to hear, looking at Thales intently: "We believe that you were chosen by the prison river and returned from death for no reason."
Thales' eyelids twitched.
"In fact, it's as far away as the Iron-Blooded King, Gil Kus, and the Black Knight, and as close as the Ninth Man, Solon Tann, and Chu Crassus," Ricky read as Thales was either unfamiliar or slightly heard of.
Name: "Even you, Thales Brightstar."
Thales was confused.
These names...
The Iron-Blooded King seems to be the ancient king of the North who led the army to resist the ancient orcs...
Gil Kus, he's never heard of it...
The Black Knight, well, he seemed to have glimpsed it in the pile of sad knight novels or bards beside the little slipper's bedside...
Ninth person, what the hell is this? It’s a nickname...
Solon Tann, Tann, such a familiar surname...
Chu Crassus, strange, isn’t Crassus an honorific title for the leader of the Sword of Disaster...
As for Thales Bright Star... No, what happened to me?
Damn it, if he was like Thelma, who liked to flip through miscellaneous books and still had a photographic memory...
Rich continued: "We believe that in the history of thousands of years, every person who struggled back from the edge of the prison river had their mission in that era."
What?
Thales couldn't help but ask: "What mission?"
But Ricky didn't answer him, but showed an uneasy smile.
"You have obtained a key, prince, which can open a door for us that we have been waiting for more than a hundred years." The leader of the Sword of Disaster smiled and said, "Don't waste it."
The confused prince was about to speak, but was interrupted by the sound of carriages coming from outside the alley.
All around, the quietly lurking mercenaries were like wild beasts whose territory had been invaded, and they all became alert.
Ricky raised his head and looked at a figure outside the alley.
"Their signal has come," Crassus of the Sword of Disaster frowned and said, "Let's go."
Thales' expression changed, and before he could react, he was roughly escorted out of the alley by the impatient Marina behind him.
On the empty and dark streets, a long convoy was approaching them, including human-powered carts carrying unknown cargo and horse-drawn carriages.
Behind him, Tampa made an uneasy "wow" sound, and only became quiet after Sonny's merciless "reminder".
Looking at the wine glass on the flag of the convoy, Thales immediately realized: This is the supply convoy for my tavern.
There were about twenty people transporting the convoy. They were all dressed in ordinary coarse cloth clothes, shabby and light. They looked very much like the locals in the Blade Tooth Camp.
People turn a blind eye.
In the carriage closest to them, a coachman raised his hood to Ricky and nodded politely.
Thales recognized the driver: he was a drill driver.
"Don't worry, the patrol team closest to us has already left."
The driller sat in the driver's seat and smiled contentedly at Ricky who was approaching him: "There were three other thieves who wanted to break into the house at night, and they have been solved."
"All factors that might expose our trip..."
But Ricky ignored him and looked at the other person sitting next to the drill.
Beside the drill, Samir, a former star royal guard, hummed softly.
"This way... I have to say, they really have a trick," I saw Samir not hiding his disgust, but still nodded: "Shadow Shield."
The driller raised his hood proudly:
"As promised."
He looked past Ricky and looked at Thales in front of Marina, smiling as well.
Thales raised his eyebrows.
Looking around the motorcade, Ricky noticed the drill man's gaze and snorted coldly.
But he didn't say anything after all. He just climbed onto the shelf behind the carriage and waved.
The Sword of Disaster team followed the convoy and walked into the gap between the carriages with ease, blending into the convoy. Thales was unceremoniously pushed into one of the carriages by Marina.
Different wheels were swaying, and the convoy continued to move forward.
The motorcade was very quiet. No matter whether it was the hidden Shadow Shield or the murderous Sword of Disaster, they didn't say a word at this moment. They were silent. Drivers were driving and people were walking. For a while, there was only the sound of horse hooves and wheels, and the atmosphere was depressing.
Finally, in Thales' anxious thoughts, a familiar building appeared in his shaky sight: a giant bowl-shaped fortress with only a protruding arch passage.
Prison of Bones.
As the supply convoy approached, a group of soldiers guarding the arch came forward holding torches.
Thales watched from a distance and couldn't help but frown.
"You guys are here too early," a guard who looked like a captain approached the first carriage accompanied by several colleagues. Looking at the smiling coachman, he frowned:
"It's still far from dawn..."
The first few carriages stopped.
The driver jumped out of the carriage and while directing the "guys" to carry the goods, he said with a smile: "In this special period, please be considerate..."
But the captain's gaze shifted to the back of the motorcade.
"etc."
"Your convoy is a bit long," the guard captain looked at the steady stream of follow-up convoys with suspicion on his face: "Why are some of them still armed?"
But the coachman didn't panic. He just spread his hands and explained with a flattering smile: "We are new here. As you know, the camp has not been peaceful recently..."
The captain's eyes froze.
He took a step back and subconsciously put his hands on his waist.
The seven or eight guards behind the captain also became alert.
Thales clenched his fists as he watched: he saw the Stardust Guards logo on the captain's armor.
Whoosh!
"It's not fair," the guard captain, who noticed something was wrong, pulled out his weapon without hesitation and said vigilantly: "We don't have so many people to transport supplies!"
The expressions of the guards behind him changed.
The driver's face turned pale and he quickly waved his hands to defend himself: "No, no, no, that's because, because we are from Jiehe River."
The captain with the weapon in hand paused for a moment after hearing this: "What's in the Prison River?"
The next second, a guard behind the captain suddenly took a step forward and hugged him from behind!
laugh!
"The ferryman." The traitor behind the captain took over the coachman's words calmly.
The guard captain's mouth was tightly covered. He twitched and opened his eyes in disbelief as he looked at the bloody sword thrown from his chest.
Thales breathed heavily, but his mouth was firmly held down by Marina beside him.
Under the sudden shock, before the other guards could react, the coachman suddenly stood up!
He passed the captain who was still staring and came to the second guard. In the latter's shocked eyes, he stabbed a dagger into his throat and nailed his scream between his trembling teeth.
At the same time, six or seven mysterious figures appeared from the darkness!
A frightened guard drew his weapon and was about to shout when a "guy" who came around behind him held his chin and skillfully cut his trachea.
In despair, he looked at his colleagues beside him for help, only to find that the latter had been strangled with an iron wire by an assassin who appeared at an unknown time. He looked back at him with a painful expression, and his hands were pulling at his neck in vain.
Another guard subconsciously wanted to ask for help from the arch, but before turning around, his head had been turned away by an assassin with a terrifying cracking sound.
There was even an assassin who took out a crossbow and accurately shot a guard through the back of the neck who turned to run away, cutting off his footsteps and his screams in his spinal cord.
In the eyes of Thales, who was terrified, these mysterious figures that suddenly appeared stabbed, stabbed, strangled or strangled, killing the nine guards quietly but with amazing efficiency.
Everything happens in the blink of an eye.
Thales almost forgot to breathe.
This is……
Spooky shadow?
The mercenaries who came with the convoy all widened their eyes and looked at the scene under the moonlight in shock.
When Marina, who was equally surprised, let go of Thales, who was breathing rapidly, the assassins in front of her were already carefully supporting the guards who were no longer moving, skillfully catching their fallen torches and weapons, and dragging the bodies to the dark.
Disappeared from everyone's sight.
Soon, the front of the Prison of Bones became empty, and the last traces of the Star Soldiers disappeared on the streets.
Only the traces of blood on the ground tell the story of what just happened.
Ricky's brows were furrowed tighter than ever.
"Williams's men are indeed alert," the driller clicked his tongue, looking at everything in front of him without paying attention: "It's very different from that group of conscripts. If we hadn't been fully prepared, if you were the only one..."
Ricky nodded slightly and stepped out of the carriage.
He remained calm, knowing in his heart that the drill was demonstrating to him.
For the "goods" they seized.
"Damn it," Clay, the swordsman from the North who didn't know when he came to Ricky's side, had an ugly face and commented on this silent and bloody killing: "I have killed a lot of people, but this is too much.
…”
He looked at the blood stains on the street and couldn't go on.
But Thales understood what he meant.
Ricky patted Clay on the shoulder and made a gesture.
The mercenaries who were stunned by the scene just came back to their senses.
The disguised convoy continued forward, passed through the arch, and entered the deep passage leading to the Prison of Bones.
Thales was also among them, with a solemn expression.
"As you can see, the guards on the ground outside the Prison of Bones have been dealt with quietly, and we have arranged for manpower to replace their sentry posts." Looking past the torches and pools of blood on the ground, the drill on the carriage resembles a
He smiled at Ricky as if nothing was wrong and said:
"The curfew patrols will pass by in fifteen minutes, but they are all conscripts sent by major families to fill vacancies. They complain all the time, have poor morale, and are inefficient. They are no better than Williams' standing army. They can't see through it.
."
"We can give us at least four hours until we get to the Bone Cage for rotation."
Taylor's heart trembled as he listened to their conversation.
Ricky nodded: "Is there anything else I should know?"
"Even if there is an emergency on the way," Zhuozi said with a smile: "The patrol soldiers in charge of the two nearby areas belong to Yinghun Castle and Xinxiandi respectively. The two families they belong to have always had bad feelings. We can try to delay their arrival.
Check and allow enough time for evacuation."
Exeter's former messenger, Russell Vader, appeared in the team and he frowned:
"As far as I know, Frank the Galloping Horse is still in the camp. He is a ruthless character. The few Stardust Guards he commands are the elite standing army under Williams. They have quick reactions, amazing combat power, and know the camp well.
"
The driller smiled and nodded.
"That's right, but at this moment in the Blade Tooth camp, there are many nobles with higher status than Frank. Don't expect a group of counts and viscounts to obey his orders. It would be good if they don't hold him back."
The driller smiled slyly and said: "Coupled with some of our small efforts to recruit soldiers and standing armies, local nobles and royal families, and the uneven command of the Blade Tooth camp, from realizing the problem to gathering troops and rushing to help, it will be better than
Usually it’s more than a little slower.”
Russell understood, and then nodded approvingly: "The Star People recruited troops and marched westward in a large scale. They seem to be showing off their power in the desert, but they are restraining themselves in the camp. You are really lucky."
Samir rubbed the mark on his face and snorted: "Why do you think we chose to come in at this time, Northerners?"
Seeing that the two people who couldn't deal with each other wanted to fight each other again, the boss quickly changed the topic.
"And even if we reach the last step," Daozi coughed, "we can still attack the east and attack the west, and divert the tiger away from the mountain."
Clay was confused for a while: "What?"
The driller smiled proudly: "This is a saying from Teng's hometown, which means to distract attention. Think about it, there was an accident in the Bone Prison, a noble from afar was assassinated, and the munitions warehouse caught fire. Faced with these three things that happened at the same time,
If you were Frank, as the watchdog left behind by Williams, which one would you deal with first?"
The three members of Sword of Disaster understood the meaning of Diaozi's words. They exchanged glances with solemn expressions.
"You seem to have forgotten the secrets of the kingdom and their eyes and ears in the camp," Ricky said silently: "Will they not be aware of it at all?"
Drill's eyes lit up.
"They may have seen the clues, but they couldn't react: We released the bait very early. A young man who resembled the Star Prince recently appeared in the Tower of the End. Believe me, for this news, the secret department of the Blade Tooth Camp
The spies are all busy traveling north on business."
Hearing this, Thales, who was on the carriage behind, let out a sigh of disappointment.
Ricky was silent for a while.
"You didn't come here by accident, or something unexpected happened." Ricky thought about something and raised his vigilant eyes: "You have already planned it."
The driller smiled nonchalantly.
"Perhaps you are better at fighting head-on, but when it comes to this..."
The driller glanced around: "We are the professionals."
Samir snorted angrily:
"Like eighteen years ago?"
The driller smiled and wisely did not answer.
They finally walked through this short and not long passage and entered the main building of the Prison of Bones.
A wooden door that was three or four people tall appeared in front of him.
Behind the gate, the faint shouts of the prisoners could be heard.
Clay stepped forward and knocked on the door.
"My tavern is sending supplies." He said coldly.
A small window opened on the wooden door, revealing a man's face, looking at the convoy in confusion: "Supplies?"
"You are here early, and...shouldn't you be accompanied by guards?"
These were his last words.
The next second, the long sword on Clay's waist thrust out like thunder, straight into the face of the guard behind the window.
There was a panicked shout from behind the gate.
"Intruder!"
Obviously, the guards behind the door were aware of the situation outside, and they heard a voice rang anxiously: "Quick, sound the alarm!"
His voice stopped suddenly, and disappeared along with other panic sounds.
A few seconds later, in the sudden and chilling silence, the sound of several heavy objects falling to the ground came from behind the door.
With the smile that did not change at all, Ricky on the carriage released the hilt of the sword at his waist.
Thales' breathing became faster and faster, and the muscles in his arms became tighter and tighter.
Soon, with the crisp sound of metal, the door opened with a heavy creak.
Two assassins in guard uniforms walked out of the darkness behind the door and nodded to the drill with expressionless faces.
As Thales sighed, the Swords of Disaster jumped down from the convoy one after another, and filed in holding torches.
In the darkness, fierce fighting sounds sounded one after another.
Soon, the brief fight was over.
Thales took a deep breath, and at Marina's urging, entered the Prison of Bones.
After leaving the moonlight, only the dim light of the fire was heard, and the unique noises of the cell were heard: banging, groaning, crying, swearing, and the noise of the prisoners.
"Hey, come and see, there's a good show!"
"Hahaha who is so brave!"
"What happened?"
"Damn it, I thought I saw the Green Skins falling to the ground!"
"Hey, tell me who lives outside, what's going on at the door?"
"It seems like the green skins are fighting?"
"I bet ten gold coins that Lear is big and will definitely win!"
"Twenty gold coins, bankrupting everything on Morpheus! He trained in the Terminator Tower!"
"You two smugglers have a damn gold coin!"
Thales looked away from the dead guard on the ground and looked at the place in front of him.
Although the Prison of Bones looks like a round and rough Colosseum from the outside, the distribution of buildings inside is quite complex. Obviously, they only entered one of the floors.
The first thing that caught Thales' eyes was the ground made of hard stone, which was hard and rough. There were a few torches inserted on the walls made of huge rocks for lighting. Whether it was the low ceiling or the darkness in the passages on both sides,
Or the screams of the prisoners that kept buzzing in his ears made Thales feel depressed and uncomfortable.
And chaotic noises came from the arc-shaped passages on the left and right sides that were not illuminated by the torches. Many arms could be vaguely seen hanging out of the fence, shaking desperately.
"Damn it, I can't see clearly!"
"Prison robbery! Someone must have robbed the prison!"
"Come on, people shout about prison robbery every week, can you change the story?"
"Well... Prison robber, please help me and open a lock for the uncle by the way?"
The Swords of Disaster ignored these sounds at all, and they dispersed well-trained under the command and entered the darkness on both sides.
The drill stopped and turned to Ricky.
"We have come in. Of course, there will be fish slipping through the net. After all, the guards have to patrol, but there is only one exit to the outside world."
"According to the information, there are many people imprisoned on each floor," Zhuozi took off a torch and gestured to the left and right: "The first floor we saw is the most numerous, and the next one up..."
But Ricky gently raised his hand and interrupted him.
"That's our business."
The drill bit was not upset after eating a soft nail, but his smile faltered and he still bowed in a friendly manner.
A few minutes passed, and bursts of fighting sounds could be heard in the darkness, as well as the fanatical shouts of the prisoners.
After a while, amidst the increasingly louder noise, many Swords of Disaster came back from the passage on the right one after another with traces of battle. Thales, who was sharp-eyed, noticed that there were too many Swords of Disaster among them.
Many newcomers in ragged clothes seemed to be prisoners in the prison of bones.
Among them, a strong prisoner came to Ricky and took the weapons and clothes that Sonny threw to him with a calm expression.
"It seems you're quite used to being in jail," Clay sneered, "Josh."
"Exter, Enrenzo, Allenbia, Stars, the places are different, but the cells all look the same." The prisoner named Josh changed his clothes, looked around, and chuckled: "It's so fast.
, I thought you would make a lot of noise."
"Luckily, we got some unexpected 'help'." Ricky replied with a smile.
The driller winked kindly.
Russell on the side observed the released prisoners and frowned.
"You robbed the prison just to let these people go?"
Russell seemed a little disapproving: "To be honest, as long as I spend some money..."
Ricky chuckled and shook his head.
"Is this your first time in the Bone Cage, Baron Russell?"
Russell was slightly startled.
He narrowed his eyes and looked at the drill beside him, who just smiled helplessly.
"Actually, the Prison of Bones has two parts." Ricky patted Josh who escaped from the prison, turned to Russell and said: "Your Excellency, Baron, what you see is only one of the so-called
White prison."
"And what we're going to..."
He looked at Josh: "Tell me, you found it."
Josh shrugged, put away the weapon he had just obtained, took a torch, and walked forward into the darkness: "Of course."