Blade Fang Camp, Bone Prison, not far from the ground exit.
In the dark night, a fat man stood in a low alley, silently watching the huge hemispherical fortress in front of him, the most famous prison in the Western Wasteland and even the entire planet.
He rolled up his sleeves and stared into the darkness, smacking his lips and clicking his tongue.
A heavy footsteps sounded from behind him.
"The Prison of Bones, no matter how many times I see it, is just like the Ghost Prince Tower..."
The fat man didn't even look at the scene behind him, because he knew who was coming. He just sighed: "Both of these things are equally annoying."
The slightly heavier footsteps stopped behind him.
The fat man yawned in the darkness and cold wind, but still did not look back: "You came out so fast?"
The person behind him seemed to nod.
A slightly thicker voice came out faintly, with a little coldness and alienation: "Ten minutes ago, their ground security was relaxed."
Listening to this repulsive tone, the slightly fat man shrugged.
But he knew that the people behind him had always been like this, and he didn't take it seriously.
Until the fat man turned his face and glanced at the person behind him.
Just this one look scared him so much that he jumped up from the ground and jumped three feet!
I wish I could stay as far away from the people behind me as possible.
"Oh my God! Norbu!"
The fat man suppressed his voice, held his hands in front of his body, and looked at his colleagues beside him in shock.
Looking at the latter's body, she revealed a lot of sexy and seductive outfits.
Looking at my companion’s eye-catching makeup with red eyebrows and bright lipstick.
Looking at the other person's graceful figure and charming movements, he pulled the loose shoulder straps as if nothing had happened, and covered a section of shoulder skin exposed in the wind and sand, as well as the bulging chest scenery, into the gauze-like material.
But……
But……
The fat man couldn't stop his whole body from trembling, and pointed at Norbu with a trembling finger: "I know this is a job requirement, disguise yourself, sneak into the crowd, etc., but, but..."
He looked at his colleagues in horror:
"But do you have to put on colorful clothes, show off your appearance, and dress up like a prostitute on the street soliciting customers?"
Nobu turned his head and let his thin clothes flutter in the cold wind, almost unable to cover his body. This made the fat man on one side tremble again:
"Is there a problem?"
The tone is understatement.
The fat guy couldn't bear to look at each other and tried his best to smile:
"Of course it's no problem, except for one thing..."
The fat man took a deep breath and painfully told the truth:
"You're such a bigot—"
"Man!"
Amidst the screams that were deliberately lowered, the man named Nobu just looked at his strong body shrouded in gauze, looking calm and calm:
"Is there a problem?"
The fat man almost fainted. He hid in the alley, pressed his forehead and said sadly:
"Oh my God, Norbu, do you know that the way you dress in women's clothing...is it like environmental pollution? Look at your green stubble with lipstick, your big mouth, and your huge back..."
The fat man became more and more sad as he talked, and Norbu couldn't help but look back at him.
"Oh no, please don't turn your head, don't turn your head to look at me! I have to go back and wash my eyes today. The visual damage caused by your disguise is too great..."
The fat man caught a glimpse of the other party's soft and sexy skirt from the corner of his eye, and saw the thick thighs and thick leg hair looming underneath, and his cheeks twitched involuntarily.
Coupled with the huge chest muscles...
And a serious look on his face...
The fat man felt his abdomen churning.
Goddess Haoyue, please don't wait to finish this book, throw down the meteorite now and kill me and him together!
Norbu looked at his shocking outfit again and grinned nonchalantly.
This stubbled smile was charming and charming, almost frightening the man who had just recovered his breath to the point where his heart stopped.
"That's the essence, Gomez, like how you're reacting right now."
Nobu said to Gomez with a touch of confidence:
"After I dressed up as a woman, I intentionally contrasted the ugliness and discomfort, and the abruptness and surprise that broke the rules, which made people subconsciously turn their heads away. You wouldn't have much interest in paying attention to a crappy male prostitute with a cross-dressing habit.
There will be no other secrets - such as whether he is a thoughtful person who lurks here on purpose."
As Norbu spoke, he stretched out his hand out of habit and smoothed his non-existent forehead hair.
Gomez slapped his chest in shock, still insisting on talking to his colleagues only with his peripheral vision:
"Are you...sure you haven't read too many bards?"
Nobu glanced at Gomez with a look on his face, as if he was angry.
Gomez once again had the urge to leave and retire immediately.
Gomez could only exhale in pain, pointed to the Bone Prison in the distance with resignation, and said to his extremely calm colleagues:
"Forget it...so, what should we eat for today's meal?"
"What to eat?" Norbu stopped shaking his sleeves subconsciously and shook his head steadily:
"The intelligence list is obviously with you."
The fat Gomez's face turned red and he coughed before taking out a piece of paper from his belt and slowly unfolding it.
"Okay, let me see..."
Gomez looked at the paper in his hand, and suddenly he was full of energy and energy. The haze that was almost frightened to death by Nobu seemed to be swept away.
"Well, first of all, appetizers and appetizer soup," he looked at the Bone Prison in the distance with interest, and said in a measured tone:
"A personal envoy to the Parricide King of the North."
Gomez stopped talking, held back his nausea, and looked at Norbu, who was wearing women's clothing: "Did you see him when you were inside?"
Nobu still looked indifferent and just nodded slightly.
"Russell Vader, the former Border Baron of Dragon Sky City, confirmed by eyewitnesses," Nobu remained as calm as ever, with only a rare hint of seriousness in his eyes, "Six years ago, I followed him all the way to conduct surveillance until
Entered Yongxing City."
Gomez nodded with satisfaction and stretched out his short index finger to place a heavy stamp on Russell's name, as if a lord was stamping his seal with a warrant.
I saw Gomez saying sadly in the cold wind:
"Well, this former baron may be inconspicuous, but he has the greatest connections and the most special status. He is the key to connecting everything. The Lord has instructions, be sure to ask him about his relationship with the darkroom, and maybe he can pull out the nails in the darkroom - um
, Not bad, the appetizers are small in quantity and high in quality, and the taste is exquisite.”
Norbu nodded expressionlessly.
Gomez blew the paper in his hand and turned his attention to the next person.
“And then, the much-anticipated main course.”
Gomez's eyes lit up again: "Wow, guess what we have?"
"A whole pot of Shadow Assassin, full of sincerity!"
He was elated.
Just like before, Nobu spoke slowly and responded to Gomez's gaze.
"Kosei, with an ominous surname, a former street boy in the North, codenamed 'Bozi', confirmed by eyewitnesses."
Just listen to Norbu's plain and authentic words:
He is the most valuable target inside, and he fits the description given during Operation Shadow Hunt six years ago. His Lordship pays close attention to him, especially to find out the nails he placed on the upper level of the West Wasteland."
Gomez laughed evilly and clicked his tongue, as if he was tasting the best steak:
"This may be the largest gathering of Shadow Shield since eighteen years - phew, the meat is delicious and the variety is high-quality. As long as it is cooked properly, it must be the best in the world."
Norbu didn't comment, but elegantly lifted up her skirt, which was stained by some dust.
"Next, side dish," Gomez continued reading from his list with great interest:
"The middleman in the mercenary business, the owner of the well-known 'My Family' tavern."
Norbu frowned slightly.
"Tampa, the successor of the 'half-mouthed' Rooney more than ten years ago, confirmed by eyewitnesses," the man in women's clothing said thoughtfully: "There will be no shortage of information and money in his hands."
Gomez rolled his eyes slightly:
"This guy has always been very slick and never fails to handle things, but after this battle, we can flatten him, round him up, and ravage him as much as we want... Hehehehe, okay, this side dish is more or less
A little boring..."
Gomez shook his head helplessly and looked at the last line.
"Then comes the final dessert."
This time, Gomez looked solemn:
"Blood Whistle, the famous war mercenary group."
Norbu's face also darkened.
"The Sword of Disaster, confirmed by eyewitnesses."
"Their leader seemed to appear infrequently, and I couldn't recognize him...but one of them stayed in the same cell with me for a long time, and then went down. His companions called him Josh. He seemed to be a frequent prisoner, and he couldn't say anything.
Come; the other is Clay who is stationed in the Northland; and the other is suspected to be a fugitive from our kingdom for many years, the former second flag-bearer of the royal guard, Colin Semel."
Hearing this, Gomez's mouth curled up:
"The surprise is always at the end, isn't it? The group of sworn enemies of the Tower of Ending are suspected to have escaped after launching an attack on the Tower of Ending. They were large enough to go to the battlefield. The Lord obtained the reward for breaking into the Tower of Ending.
I am very interested in it, and also full of curiosity as to why they went to the Prison of Bones - tsk tsk, it lingers on the tip of the tongue, and has endless aftertaste. As a dessert, it is a perfect ending."
He squinted his eyes slightly and licked his lips, as if he was really feeling the taste of the dessert.
Norbu looked at him and remained silent.
Gomez rubbed his fat hands and put away the paper with excitement on his face, like a man returning home after a busy day:
"So, this is today's menu. It's all here... That sissy person should be almost in place. When do we take action, close the net, and start dinner?"
He looked expectantly at Norbu, who was dressed in women's clothing, trying his best not to look at the latter's skirt that was blown up by the wind, and the looming scenery underneath.
"No."
But Norbu just shook his head decisively: "We won't take action."
Gomez's smile solidified.
"Say it again?" The fat man seemed unable to believe it.
"The prince is still inside," Norbu said bluntly: "We can't act."
"So what - it's just a prince..." The fat man was dissatisfied at first, until he understood what the other person said.
Fat Gomez's face changed.
"prince?"
"Wait a minute, you mean the heir to the kingdom who came back from the North?"
Norbu remained silent and nodded slightly.
Gomez's lips opened and closed, twitching silently: "The cover and false bait for our operation - the troublemaker who messed up countless of our plans?"
Norbu nodded.
As if he saw something unclean, Gomez raised a pair of chubby short hands in horror and covered his mouth.
"I-you-this-can't-that's the prison of bones! He, he and he...how did he get involved? Was he caught soliciting prostitution? Or was he still a prostitute like you?
Did it go in the butt?" The fat man looked at the other party in shock, even forgetting the latter's clothes and appearance.
"I wish I knew," Nobu shook his head:
"But that's what the Nameless One told me."
The fat man looked like he wanted to argue, but when the words came to his lips, he stopped talking.
In the end, he could only slap himself on the face.
“I’m so fucking – you know what this is like?”
"Just like when the appetizers, main dishes, side dishes and desserts were all served, and the guests were wiping their mouths, drinking wine, and nodding with satisfaction, the prodigy prince brought a large plate of spicy and unpleasant sauces.
Shrimp meat suddenly popped out: surprise! Hey, here is another dish, haha! Hold your nose and eat it, you idiot!"
Fat Gomez danced and danced with great animation, and shouted and cursed in disgust.
But Norbu remained unmoved. He just shook his head and said in a low voice:
"The situation inside is unknown. Taking rash actions is just a meaningless risk. The Nameless One is the only eye that can act. We must wait."
Gomez finally calmed down and gritted his teeth and said:
"What's it like down there?"
"I don't ask many questions, and the unknown ones, you know," Nobu lowered his head cautiously:
"He doesn't talk much either."
"Great, the missions related to the Nameless One are always thrilling," Gomez said sarcastically: "And we can't do anything now until the troublemaking prince who is asking for trouble is saved by the Nameless One.
come out?"
Nobu tugged at the hem of his skirt and nodded silently.
Gomez took a hard sip: "It's unimaginable that our menu now only depends on that unknown person who looks like a psycho."
Norbu frowned.
"Be careful what you say."
"The nameless one..."
The man dressed as a woman said softly: "He is not from Corey, but he can act with us more than once, and he often grasps the key to the situation, turning us to cooperate with him. Do you know what this means?"
Nobu pointed at it coldly.
Gomez's face froze, and he gritted his teeth and said:
"Fucking nepotism?"
Norbu said nothing.
The fat man's face was full of pain, and he exhaled a patriotic sigh that was dark in officialdom and dim in the royal family.
"Well, just wait here - that cold-blooded sissy will definitely not be happy."
Norbu shook his head: "Then it's not our problem."
Amidst the sound of wind and sand, the two people waited for a while in the alley next to the Prison of Bones.
"Speaking of which, Norbu," perhaps because he was tired of the silence or perhaps because he couldn't stand the cold, Gomez opened his ears and spoke:
"Forget it about the unknown one. Anyway, he has always been mysterious, but he is not fighting for it, but..."
The fat man glanced at Norbu carefully.
"Are you really willing?"
Norbu frowned slightly.
"You know, in terms of ability, in terms of your achievements in the Western Wilderness, whether it is the bloody year or the desert war, you are the most suitable to be the successor of the lord..."
The fat man shrank his neck and said pointedly: "But ten years ago, when that desolate boy came, the lord trained him as his successor..."
Norbu turned his head abruptly!
This time, dressed as a woman, he no longer has a enchanting look or deliberate weakness. What shines from his sharp eyes is a fierce and cold warning!
It made the fat man feel cold subconsciously.
"Gomez."
Norbu said every word:
"Do you know who dies the fastest in the secret department?"
Gomez felt cold all over. Knowing that he had said the wrong thing, he hesitated and replied:
"Um, someone who talks too much?"
Norbu smiled coldly.
"No," the female colleague gritted his teeth, like a beast before a fight: "It's someone who thinks too much..."
The fat man looked slightly stern and shut up in anger.
The atmosphere became very tense.
Until Norbu chuckled and added the last sentence:
"…and Fatty."
Gomez's expression froze.
He looked at his fat body, then shrugged, waved his hands and said: "Forget it..."
"You are the boss...as long as you are happy."
The two of them returned to their previous silence, silently looking at the dark desert horizon.
After a while.
"I said, Nobu...that..."
Norbu turned around impatiently.
The fat man's face was slightly red, his expression was twitchy, and he coughed faintly:
"Are you going to wear women's clothes from now on?"
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In the dark cell on the last floor, no one knew how it all happened.
Including Samir.
In those few tenths of a second, the former royal guard flag officer only saw a dark color illuminated by the fire, which gradually appeared in front of Ricky.
It's like the air instantly turned into drawing paper stained with dots of ink, blurring out the creations of the painter's hand.
But what this dark color shows is not a beautiful scenery, let alone a still life.
But a sword blade.
Samuel wanted to remind Ricky loudly.
assassin.
assassin!
But he discovered that by the time he recognized the shape of the blade, the murderous weapon that appeared out of thin air had stabbed Ricky's throat diagonally upwards, breaking open his cartilage, jaw, tongue, cerebellum, and the back of his skull.
Wear it out ruthlessly.
Even the fastest brain thoughts can't keep up with the sudden change at this moment.
"Pfft!" The sound of metal piercing flesh.
The leader of the Sword of Disaster only had time to let out a muffled groan before his whole body trembled!
Ricky opened his eyes in disbelief, staring at the figure that appeared with the sword in front of him - an assassin standing face to face in front of him, with ordinary movements, just sending out the sword with one hand.
But he was already helpless - under the piercing of the sword, Crassus, the Sword of Disaster, could only hear the "gurgling" sound of blood coming from his mouth, and his limbs that could not help but tremble without control.
It's like being in a daze, unaware.
The assassin gently withdrew the dark sword blade and shook off the blood on it.
"thump!"
Ricky knelt on his knees and threw his upper body down.
He twitched and lost his life in the pool of blood spurting from his neck.
He still kept those eyes that were afraid of death open.
impossible.
This was Samir's next thought as his mind was almost blank.
Someone as powerful as Ricky...
This trick of Shadow Shield...
how come……
How could it work?
The next moment, just like water-stained paper drying instantly, the assassin's figure disappeared again.
In just a few tenths of a second, Samir's instinct made him draw his sword instantly and prepare to shout!
"call!"
But besides the sound of friction between metal and leather, another attack brought up the sound of fierce wind from the darkness and came through the air!
The former flag officer made a perfect sword move, slashed out with his backhand, and split the flying hidden weapon.
"Boom!"
Only then did Samuel see clearly that it was a long-extinguished torch.
In that direction, Thales, who maintained the posture of throwing a torch, looked at him indifferently.
But what surprised Samuel the most, and even shocked him, was that the torch thrown by the prince was not only at a tricky angle, but also had a strange spinning force, which made the sword in his hand tremble slightly!
impossible.
During those few tenths of a second, Samir stared blankly at the indifferent Thales.
Why?
Although the proficiency is lacking, the strength is lacking, and the methods are not very orthodox...
But yes.
That method.
He has encountered it.
Just eighteen years ago.
on that day!
Samir couldn't believe it.
Why.
Why did the prince of the Star Kingdom...
He actually knows how to use the notorious Assassin's Flower and the Sariton family's unique knife-throwing skills!
Sniper knife!
Samir's absence lasted only 0.01 seconds.
But that's enough.
In a blink of an eye, the sinister ink color that once took Ricky's life appeared behind the former flag officer again!
The murderous intent came, making Samir's hair stand on end!
Oops.
Before he fell to the ground and lost consciousness, the Flag Officer heard the prince's slightly anxious shout:
"Keep alive!"
thump.
With a muffled sound, Samir fainted and fell to the ground.
Clang.
His torch and sword fell to the ground at the same time.
Not far away from him, Ricky's body in a pool of blood remained motionless and made no sound anymore.
call.
Thales took a deep breath, and his nerves that had been tense for a long time were completely relaxed.
The sins of the Hell River on the arms, waist, abdomen and calves gradually subsided, and the pain after imitating Yara's knife-throwing posture suddenly came.
He was so tired that he sat down.
call.
Thales took a deep breath of air, but smiled.
These swords of disaster.
Damn mercenaries.
What an amazing people!
The prince secretly cursed in his heart.
After waiting for so long, he finally got the chance to be alone!
A truly strong person plans everything, not just the victory or defeat at the moment, not just the size of his strength, not just the honor or disgrace of a certain moment.
The one who laughs to the end is the winner!
call!
Looking at Ricky and Samir on the ground, Thales roared wildly in his heart for several seconds, then wiped the sweat from his forehead and giggled.
There was a rustling sound behind him, and it seemed that in the face of this sudden death, Sak'el in the fence also secretly changed his face.
But Thales had no time to pay attention to him.
He raised his head and looked at the dark figure in front of Samir.
Thales sat on the ground panting, massaging his sore right arm, looking at the other person's back, feeling a mixture of emotions in his heart that were hard to describe.
"You just...you just stand there?"
The prince spoke.
The figure paused slightly.
Finally, the figure slowly bent down, picked up the torch left by Samuel, and turned around.
Walking towards Thales step by step.
Light on your feet.
As if nothing happened.
In the light of the fire, Thales looked at this man silently.
Still the same.
Same body shape.
Same outfit.
Same weapon.
Same... strange.
The man stood in front of Thales and seemed to be looking at him carefully.
Thales said nothing and let him look at him.
It wasn't until a few seconds later that the other party let out a hoarse, low voice.
"Long time no see, Your Highness."
"You have grown up a lot."
Thales clenched his fists and his heart moved slightly.
Hearing a voice that was both familiar and unfamiliar, a long-lost sense of intimacy and security filled my heart.
Drive away every fear and tension in his heart.
It seemed that from this moment on, the overall situation was decided.
Thales looked away, took a deep breath, then snorted from his nose and shrugged.
"That's it, nothing else to say?"
The firelight flickered in the dark cell.
The figure opposite was silent and said nothing.
Thales was also silent. He looked at the familiar dark purple mask on the other person's face with complicated emotions, as well as the subtle structure behind the lenses, including the dark glossy dagger in his hand. The first time they had ever met appeared in his mind.
The situation of meeting.
The silence didn't last long.
The next second, the weirdo in front of him put away his dagger, took a serious step back, put his right hand on his chest, shook his left hand behind his back, and knelt down on one knee.
Just like their first meeting on Hongfang Street.
"Yordel Gato," the weirdo's tone was respectful and solemn, but slightly ups and downs: