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Text Chapter 278 I am really the messenger

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    In fact, just as Lei Lei expected, the Half-Moon Army that was pacified by Gaza in the Desert Kingdom returned triumphantly.

    How many people there were when you left, and how many people there were when you came back.  In addition, he also brought a group of envoys from the desert, Gaza's cronies.

    This envoy named Galong lives in the city lord's palace and wants to see Lei Lei by name.

    The Lord of Elan City smiled bitterly. He was obviously Farak's garrison, but now he had to blame Thunder for everything.  However the Lord of the City is somewhat self-aware. Apart from being very accurate in judging people, Elan does not have much advantage. He also understands that the battle to protect Falak, if not for Thunder, might have turned out to be something else.  A sad result.

    Therefore, the Lord of Elan tolerated the slightly rude words and behavior of the Desert Messenger, and sent people to the manor outside the city to invite Lei Lei.

    Lei Lei was gargling his mouth with water in his mouth. He squirted it onto the ground. He wiped the corners of his mouth and said to the soldier who came to report the news: "Tell that desert bandit with a mouth that reaches up to his asshole to get over here."

    The soldier blinked and stood there for a long time, staring at Lei Lei's back at a loss.

    In the end, Lao Ka dragged him out and said impatiently: "Just do whatever I ask you to do, why are you just standing there?"

    The soldiers hurried back to report the news, which angered the desert messenger.  This desert minister from the royal palace has been living in Shabak. Although he has heard about this battle to some extent, he really doesn't take the legendary Thunderous Star seriously due to his status.  In addition, Kudes was defeated by him, and Galon wanted to give him a blow.

    But he didn¡¯t expect this to be the final result. Galong¡¯s nose was almost crooked with anger.

    The Lord of Elan City sneered from the side.  Scott saw that a defeated man could be so arrogant.  I wanted to rush up and punch him twice.  But he was held back by the city lord.

    Both sides were deadlocked.  The Desert Messenger insisted that Lei Lei go to the City Lord's Mansion to meet with him.  Thunder did not tolerate him.

    Thunder is not in a hurry.  He could more or less guess what the messenger was thinking.  Although already defeated.  But there still has to be some integrity.  Face reality with a tougher attitude.  In this way, you can gain a certain amount of bargaining chips in future negotiations.

    But Galong is in a hurry.  This time I came with a mission to Gaza.  shouldering important tasks.  If it messes up.  The consequences could be disastrous.  Ceylon has not yet agreed to peacefully coexist with the desert kingdom.  Gazza had just conquered the desert.  It will take a long time to stabilize the king's power.  If Ceylon suddenly changes his mind at this time.  That would be a lot of fun.

    After being left to dry for four or five days.  The envoy living in the city lord's mansion was restless.  I don¡¯t care about face anymore.  He took a group of followers and asked for directions.  Headed towards the manor outside the city.

    The Lord of Elan City and Scott hid aside.  Look at this funny scene.  Until the figure of the desert messenger disappeared from sight.  Elan cursed bitterly: "You're a bitch!"

    Scott nodded fiercely: "Well, it's really cheap." Then he chased in that direction, and said while running: "I'll go take a look."

    Galong led a group of people to the gate of the manor in a mighty manner, but was stopped by a group of militiamen who exuded a murderous atmosphere. Under the secret instruction of someone, the militiamen rushed forward without saying a word.  He went to pull Galong off the pony. Galong screamed in fright, and hundreds of followers instantly drew their swords, trying to protect the palace minister.

    The militiamen, with their faces unchanged and their hearts not beating, rushed over, neatly disarmed the desert humans, and threw them aside one by one. Then several people dragged Galon to a hidden place and beat and kicked him.

    The militiamen were very measured in their attacks, and they only hit relatively soft areas. The Garon messenger was bloated and had a rich and fat appearance, and it was very enjoyable to fight.

    Galong shouted angrily: "I am the messenger of the desert, and I want to see Thunder! How dare you hit me? Is this how you treat a messenger? I want to sue your Grand Duke Ouch!"

    "What is he shouting?" one of the militiamen asked, scratching his ears.

    ¡°Can¡¯t hear clearly.¡± Another one replied pretendingly.

    "Cover his mouth, the scream is worse than a pig beast."

    The tragedy lasted for ten minutes, and was finally stopped by Lei Lei.

    "What are you doing?" Lei Lei rushed over with a majestic look.

    "Your Majesty, we found a group of armed men of unknown origin who want to invade the manor. We are making inquiries according to your previous instructions." A militiaman replied loudly.

    "Well done!" Lei Lei pushed away a few militiamen and lifted Galong up with one hand. He let out a light sigh and looked at the person in front of him with a puzzled expression.The beaten messenger with a bruised nose and face said: "Why are you wearing the clothes of a desert human?"

    "II am the envoyI am the envoy of King Gaza!" Galong squeezed his swollen eyelids and said weakly.

    "What did he say?" Lei Lei turned to the militiamen and asked, everyone shook their heads together.

    At this time, Scott ran over and said with a sad face as he ran: "Thunder, why did you beat up the Desert Messenger?"

    The expression on Scott¡¯s face was quite wonderful. He obviously wanted to laugh, but he had to hold it back, pretending to be panicked, as if his father had died.

    "What? He is the Desert Messenger?" Lei Lei asked with his eyes widened.

    "Yes, he is the messenger from the desert!" Scott rushed to the side to help Galon, patted the dust on his body, and asked softly: "Mr. Messenger, are you okay?"

    "I am the envoy, I really am the envoy!" Garon's mouth was full of blood and his words were unclear. As he spoke, he took out a document from his chest and handed it to Lei Ting with trembling hands.

    Lei Lei took it and took a look. He immediately slapped his forehead and said, "You are really the messenger of the desert. Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

    "I told you, but they still beat me!" Galong wanted to cry.

    "Your pronunciation, Lord Messenger, is very non-standard. I guess they didn't hear it clearly," Lei Lei said.

    "Yeah, yeah." The militiamen nodded fiercely beside them.

    "What are you little bastards doing standing around?" Thunder kicked several militiamen. "You have beaten the messenger from the desert. You have done a great sin. Don't let me catch you again. If I catch you, I will chop you down."  Head! Behead!"

    Several militiamen ran faster than rabbits and disappeared in a flash, leaving only the roaring thunder and the blinking Garon standing beside them.

    "They ran away in paralysis." Lei Lei said angrily, "But don't worry, Lord Messenger. As long as I catch them, I will chop them to make amends to you."

    "Haha No need!" Galong's face was twitching. Of course he could understand the essence of this poor acting.

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