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Chapter 87 Fighting

Reggie's actions left Diahto at a loss, and even the God of Death, Modesa, could not understand his intentions.

"Is this the black powder?" Modesa has never seen the black powder, but Diakhto and his guards have seen the power of bombs.

Although the bomb in Reggie's hand was not big, it still caused nightmare-like panic to everyone.

What made them even more panicked was Reggie's madness. His actions were completely unreasonable.

It would be reasonable if Modesa rushed up to die with Reggie, but now it is Reggie who uses desperado methods. What is the meaning of his doing so?

Let’s not discuss the meaning first. After all, everyone has the instinct to survive. Seeing that the fuse was getting shorter and shorter, Diachto and his guards had the idea of ​​​​escape.

This thought caused a huge change in the situation. The originally charming dancers took out daggers from their wide skirts and rushed towards Diachto under the leadership of deputy captain Mardi. Erwin pulled out his long sword and rushed towards him.

To Modesa.

The God of Death, Modessa, is by no means a wasted name. No matter how suddenly the situation changes, the experienced gladiator always remains calm. He ignores the bomb in Reggie's hand, pulls out the dagger in his boot, and concentrates on fighting with El.

Wen fight.

Although the weapon was at a disadvantage, Modesa did not lose at all, and in less than a minute, Erwin was cornered.

Reggie saw that Erwin was fighting in a panic. He held a bomb in one hand and a long sword in the other hand, and stabbed Modesa in the back of the heart.

Modessa was waiting for this opportunity. He turned around and kicked Reggie's sword away, and his slender palms instantly grabbed Reggie's throat. The anxious Erwin rushed to Modessa desperately, recklessly

The move had disastrous consequences. Modessa dodged Erwin's attack and held the short knife to Erwin's throat.

With one against two, Modessa was victorious.

But Diachto's situation was not optimistic. He and his guards were subdued by the "dancing girls".

Madil put the dagger across Diahto's neck and shouted: "Let our lord go!"

Modesa said expressionlessly: "Let the Viscount go first."

Madil gritted his teeth and said, "Don't think I dare not kill him!"

"You don't dare, but I dare." Modessa exerted force on her wrist, and Reggie's tongue stuck out.

Although he lost his breath, Reggie still held the bomb tightly in his hand. The fuse was about to burn to the end. Looking at the sparks and black smoke, Diagheto's face was already distorted.

"Cut the fuse! Quick!"

Diagheto made the right judgment, but he did not consider Modesa's situation.

With one hand holding Reggie and the other controlling Erwin, Modeza had no spare hands.

Modessa glanced at Erwin's right hand, which still held a long sword.

He wanted to kill Erwin first and then deal with Reggie's bomb, but he had to be fully prepared. Although the dagger was pressed against Erwin's neck, Erwin's movements were very fast.

In the blink of an eye, Erwin would probably chop off his head with a sword. If he and Erwin died together, Diachto would definitely die.

The calm Modesa quickly thought of another method. He could cut off Erwin's right hand first, and then kill Erwin. He knew the distance and angle of the attack. Just as Modesa was about to take action, he

Listen to Diakhto shouting: "Let go of Reggie Victor! Let him go!"

Modesa looked at Diachto in confusion.

"I order you to let him go!" Diakhto collapsed. Without the bomb, he would have had the courage to continue the stalemate with Reggie, but the sound of the fuse burning made him collapse completely.

"Let him go! I asked you to let him go! You are just a slave! Have you forgotten your identity?"

The word slave was very lethal to Modessa. He let go of Reggie, dropped the dagger, and stood there numbly.

"Viscount Victor! For the sake of God! I give up! I really give up!" Diachto's tears flowed down, "We don't want to die here, right? This is not what you want either.

Is the result correct? Let’s sit down and talk about it, okay?”

Reggie lay on the ground coughing for a long time. After regaining his breath, he spit on the bomb and extinguished the fuse, which was less than an inch long.

"I just told you to sit down, but you didn't listen." Reggie turned to Erwin and said, "Collect their weapons, take away his guards, and let me have a good talk with Viscount Mitocton.

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Sitting on the chair, Diakhto was despairing. Just a few minutes ago, he still felt that he had a chance to win. Regardless of the war outside, who could have thought that he would lose the battle inside the castle? He lost to a mad lord and

A group of neither male nor female monsters.

"Viscount Victor, I really didn't expect that things would evolve to this point," Diakhto began to try a rhetorical tactic, "I brought the empire's blessing, but you treated the empire's goodwill in this way."

"Good intentions? I'm really flattered," Reggie sneered, "I don't know what your hobbies are, but I usually like reading. In the past hundred years, the Golden Eagle Empire has recruited a total of three stateless lords.

They all died under the king's butcher knife within a year, is this considered a good intention?"

"Those are all distant history. Tragedy always has its reasons. The empire is always changing. Why should you worry about irrelevant things in the past?"

"The past events indeed have nothing to do with me, but how can we explain the current events?" Reggie pointed out the window and shouted, "Listen, what is this sound? Your people are sneaking into my territory! You also brought a terrifying

Pathfinder wizard, this wizard is the nemesis of Broken Snow City, you never thought of recruiting me from the beginning, you just wanted to use war to rob my land!"

Diagheto fell silent. The unnecessary sophistry had become meaningless. Instead of continuing to argue, it would be better to negotiate some substantive conditions.

"There is no need to talk about right and wrong. I am just following orders."

"Acting on orders?" Reggie shook his head helplessly, "Is this a required course for politicians?"

"What are the compulsory courses...forget it, we don't have to discuss these," Diakhto wiped the sweat from his forehead. Now he must stay calm and sober, "All things will eventually have a result, I want to hear

Your answer, what do you want? You know the strength of the Golden Eagle Empire, and you probably don’t want to completely break with the empire. You will at least leave us a way to survive, right?"

"That's not necessarily the case!" Reggie smiled, "To be honest, I don't care about breaking up with the Golden Eagle Kingdom. Even if your king comes with all his soldiers, I'm still confident that I can turn them into meat on the broken snow mountain."

, as for whether you can survive, it depends on your sincerity."

"What do you mean by sincerity?"

"I want your ship, and everything on your ship. Of course, I will leave a ship for you to leave here. This is the last generosity I can give you."

Diakhto shook his head and said, "Do you want all two thousand people to register on one ship? This is equivalent to throwing us into the sea to wait for death!"

"You don't have two thousand people left, maybe not even a thousand." Listening to the explosion outside the window, Reggie looked extremely ferocious. "If you still want to delay, I think it's enough for me to leave you a small boat."

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