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Volume 3: The Conspirator of the Free City Chapter 17: Charge to the Death, Shaman Secrets (Part 1)

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    "Find someone to answer him." Tomad lowered his voice and ordered, "It's best to delay it for a while, the longer the better. Captain Chama, you can't. You have to gather the breakout team immediately. In addition to not being able to ride horses and prepare,  Except for those who participated in the feint attack, everyone else will go with you. Just leave the torch on the wall. " "That must be Old Bach, he is the best at messing around." Captain Chama seemed to have remembered something, his face looked pale.  Show a smile.  He turned his head, whispered to the bearded old Bach, and then nodded towards Tomad, "I'm going to assemble the team. The wind of freedom will bless you, brother Tomad." "  May the lord of justice, Bablupa, bless you all, brother Chama." Tomad replied solemnly, his right hand touching his heart.  Captain Chama seemed to want to say something else, but in the end he shut his mouth tightly and quickly walked down the wall. The mercenaries who had been notified left silently and headed towards the gate on the east side of Baiqiu Camp.  Gather nearby.  Almost everyone bowed deeply in Tomad's direction before leaving.  "Hey, when did the city lord of Tatarchuk change to a guy with a pig face?" Old Bach stepped on the crenellation of the wall and swung the black steel battle ax in his hand with a sharp roar, "Let's  You damn pig-faced master, just bang your head against the door, we have to sleep, we don¡¯t have time!¡± These words triggered a burst of laughter on the wall, which was hoarse due to nervousness and fear.  It's dry, but it's laughter after all, and it can have a soothing effect.  After many people finished laughing, the tense expressions on their faces softened, and the arms holding the sword no longer trembled.  The thin man's eyes widened in fear. He did not expect to get such an answer. He was even more afraid of a deadly arrow shot from the flickering firelight on the wall. "Where is Captain Larocque?" He swallowed and his voice became silent.  He was so arrogant just now, "I want to talk to him!" "LaRocque is dead!" Old Bach continued to shout, "If you really want to talk to him, just move forward a little further, and then I can send you to see him.  Him." The thin man shuddered, "No, that's not what I meant." He muttered something, then raised his face, "Then who is in charge of the Baiqiu camp now?" He raised his voice again, "You guys?  "Who is the leader?" "It's me," Thomas replied calmly.  Old Bach turned sideways, letting the light of the torch illuminate the latter's young face. His hooded cloak fluttered high in the sharp night wind. From a distance, it looked like two black wings stretching out from his back.  "I am Tomad An, the temporary guard captain of Baiqiu Camp." Tomad announced loudly and seriously. Someone behind him seemed to snicker twice, but he didn't pay attention. "We respect the real Tatarchuk of the Free City."  The ruler, the mercenary king His Excellency Joseph Tito, what is the order? I have never heard of the buck-toothed leader." The thin man looked at Tomad suspiciously. The man who claimed to be the leader was too young.  But the bearded guy just now seemed to respect him, and the others didn't object.  "Perhaps it's someone from Lord Tito." He secretly made a conclusion that he thought was correct. "I will repeat the order to force the leader of Bucktooth for the last time, open the gate of the camp and put down the weapons, otherwise I will force the army of Leader of Bucktooth."  After the camp is breached, everyone here will be executed! " "What if we open the camp gate and are killed by the barbarian orcs who rush in?" Old Bach snorted heavily, "Don't think that we should.  I don¡¯t know what the orc¡¯s promise is.¡± ¡°I can guarantee it!¡± The thin man patted his chest and said, ¡°The strong buck-toothed leader will not harm anyone who surrenders to him, absolutely not.¡±  There was a burst of rude laughter, "Can you believe what a traitor says?" He did not hide the contempt in his tone at all, "You can't even guarantee that your own head will always stay on your neck, and you still have to vouch for us?"  The thin man seemed a little impatient. He looked back at the movements of the barbarian orc army, and then stamped his foot, "Damn it, how are you going to open the camp door? Seriously, if you don't do it, everyone's head will be ruined."  All of them will be twisted off by the buck-toothed leader, including this one on my neck. " Old Bach was about to continue talking nonsense, and Tomad tapped him on the shoulder. "Listen, the horn sounds." Young man.  A smile appeared on the face of the mercenary leader, "Captain Chama is ready to break out, now it's time for us to show off." "That's great, I can't wait to chop off a few beast cubs' heads.  "Yes." Old Bach shouted happily, and then waved to the thin man outside the camp, "Hey, just stay there and wait, we will open the camp door soon."Are you planning to surrender to the strong and buck-toothed leader?  There was an expression of surprise on the thin man's face. "Gods are merciful, so you can save me and your own lives."  "No one answered him, because all the figures on the wall had disappeared. Even the slave girls and stable boys who couldn't ride a horse or didn't have the courage to follow the team out of the camp also ran down the wall. Some of them hid alone in a certain building.  Buildings, closing the door tightly; some stayed with a few seriously injured people who were unable to move, waiting for the final judgment given by the god of fate. Tomad quickly came to the inside of the camp gate, where a full two people had already gathered.  The ten warriors were ready to fight to the death. With the light of the torch, Tomad scanned the crowd with stern eyes and saw that although most of the faces were pale, they did not show any expression of flinching or fear.  It was a fatal attack.  "When Tomad spoke, his voice suppressed the howling night wind and the thumping war drums outside the camp. "You should have heard it just now. I plan to lead you to the core of the barbarian orc army and use our  Life, in exchange for the opportunity for others to break through the siege!  Brothers of the Sons of Flame, if anyone wants to quit, it¡¯s still too late¡± ¡°There is no coward standing here!¡±  A roar erupted from Old Bach's chest, "Hold the ax tightly, fight to the death, and never retreat. This is my answer!"  " "Fight to the death!  Never retreat!  "The warriors hit their shields and armor with their weapons, and the paleness on their faces gradually disappeared, replaced by a drunken blush. "Very good, this is our courage, and it is also the madness of the warriors.  "Tomad flew up and jumped on the black wild camel, giving everyone a smile full of tragedy. "Open the camp door, from now on, there is no progress or retreat!  Long live the free city!  " "Long live the free city!  " Earth-shattering shouts erupted from the team, and then the heavy camp gate slowly opened under the pull of the winch. Before it could be fully opened, Tomad kicked the mount's abdomen with both feet, and rushed towards the flickering fire like a black whirlwind.  Ahead. Outside the camp, the thin man was already turning around several times nervously, "Are these guys playing tricks on me?"  He asked himself loudly, "What the hell, if that's the case, strong? The buck-toothed leader will not let me go" The camp gate made a heavy friction sound and slowly opened to both sides. The thin man's face immediately showed a hooded look.  With an amnesty smile, he straightened his waist in the direction of the camp gate and deliberately assumed the arrogant posture that an envoy should have. ¡°Long live the Free City!  "The sonorous and powerful shouts echoed under the sky, and a group of cavalry rushed out of the camp gate like lightning. Although the number was small, there was an aura of killing that could not be ignored. The thin man screamed, and he saw countless black images like a wall.  It was like a wall pressing against him, filling his field of vision in the blink of an eye, and passing by him like a gust of wind. ¡°Gods!  help me!  The thin man wailed, "You crazy people, crazy people!"  He cursed sharply at the cavalry passing by, spitting sticky phlegm, "Qiang? The buck-toothed leader will crack open your stupid heads to see if they are filled with rice bran dregs!"  " "Traitor, go to hell!  "With this curse, a spear shot out from the hand of a cavalryman at the end of the team, and the spear point penetrated the thin man's throat and went straight to the back of his neck. The cursing stopped, and both of the thin man's eyes bulged.  He came out, his convulsive fingers grasped the spear handle, but he no longer had any strength to pull it out, and his whole body fell backwards weakly and fell into the darkness.
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