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Volume 6: The bloody battle of Tallon Chapter 9: Fearful, ghostly villain

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    Captain Deborah dared to swear to the Supreme Father that he had never heard such a straightforward voice accusing Marquis Dragunson.  The Marquis of Steel Fist is a well-known and powerful figure in Xifeng County. Apart from welcoming the envoys from the Glory City, he has never bowed to any other person or force.  Even the St. Bablupa Monastery, which enjoys high prestige and tens of thousands of believers in Westerly County, often has no choice but to give in when it conflicts with the Marquis of Steel Fist.  However, today, the majesty of Marquis Dragunson was directly challenged outside his base camp.  Captain Deborah felt a bit bitter in his mouth, and the ominous premonition in his heart became stronger and stronger, almost like a layer of unbreakable haze pressing on his head.  "It seems that Lord Dragonson, Marquis of Steel Fist, is not ready to welcome us. Dean Kurgan, do you think we should return here?" The rather young-sounding voice sounded again, with a completely undisguised joking in his tone.  , "Anyway, we have arrived under the walls of Tallon Fortress, and Marquis Dragunson refused to open the door. We can't attack with our troops, right?" "The Lord of Justice, Bablupa, above, Brother Tomad,  What you said makes sense." An old but by no means weak voice continued, "Since Marquis Dragunson is confident and does not need support at all, we can naturally return to the monastery and send carrier pigeons to the imperial capital.  Report the situation." Then there was a rapid blast of horns outside the city, which seemed to indicate that the team was preparing to turn around and leave.  Captain Deborah felt anxious and couldn't help but stand up from the corner where he was hiding.  The troops outside the city wall remained motionless like a group of iron statues, showing steel-like discipline. Being an enemy of such a troop would be a nightmare from which one cannot wake up, but if one could fight side by side with them, then  It will be the dawn of victory shining in the eastern sky.  "I am Knight Deborah, captain of the second company of the Tarlon Fortress Guards!" He stood upright on the city wall, while trying not to imagine the deadly arrows that might fly from below.  "People below the city, you claim to be reinforcements from the Monastery of the Lord of Justice. Do you have any tokens that can prove your identity?" "Of course." The young man under the golden crossed swords flag replied loudly, and then called out a name.  , "Tracy? Blood Snake, please give the token to the company captain." There seemed to be a faint shadow in front of his eyes. Captain Deborah instinctively took a half step back, and at the same time reached out to draw the sword from his waist.  But before his fingers grasped the hilt of the sword, there was a strange dagger on his chest. The blade with an ominous green light cut through the metal armor and armor on his chest like it was dealing with caked yogurt.  The leather lining rested on his chest with surgical precision, and the cold touch with strong murderous intent caused a thin rash to form on the skin behind Captain Deborah's ears.  Captain Deborah tried his best to control the instinct to raise his arms. He was afraid that any misunderstanding would cost him his life.  "Who are you?" His tone sounded neither humble nor arrogant. "A messenger delivering a token, or an assassin who wants to kill the captain of the fortress guard?" The shadow twisted in front of Captain Deborah, revealing Trish Blood Snake.  The slender figure was tightly wrapped in black fabric, "Hold it, human." She said in a whisper-like voice, and then Captain Deborah felt his palms sink, and something cold and hard was stuffed into him.  The figure of the Shadow Assassin instructor disappeared without a trace in the next moment. If it weren't for a crack as thin as a hair on the breastplate, Captain Deborah would not even believe that he had walked under the scythe of death.  The token in his hand is a scale badge forged from bronze. On one side of the scale is a red copper heart, and on the other side is a black iron weight.  Captain Deborah quickly recognized that this was the divine emblem of the Lord of Justice, Bablupa. Judging from the warm light shining on the surface of the emblem, there should be no doubt about it.  Realizing this did not comfort Captain Deborah. No one in the entire Westerly County was unaware of the differences between the Monastery of St. Barbrupa and the Knights of the Steel Fist. A series of frictions and fights turned into a conflict with terrible consequences in the early spring of this year.  .  The eldest son of the Marquis of Steel Fist lost his life as a result, half of the elite cavalry of the entire second division were buried in the Magic Mountain Canyon, and a dozen pilgrims at the St. Bablupa Monastery also died in the conflict.  In the next few months, both sides insisted on their own opinions, and there was an endless stream of carrier pigeons between the Glorious Capital and Tallon Fortress. Marquis Dragunson, who had never left here since taking over as the guardian of the fortress, had to personally  Go to the Imperial Capital and explain the ins and outs of the matter to the Griffin Emperor.  What the final result will be, Deborah's company captain has a low status, so it is naturally unclear.  However, judging from the increasingly violent temper of Marquis de Dragonson and the fact that the leader of the second division, Lord Deliber, abandoned his post and absconded, it is obvious that the result was not ideal.  He hesitated with Captain Deborah.At the same time, knowing what to do, the first-class staff member of the Knights of the Steel Fist, Seren Opp, hurriedly walked through the long stone steps and climbed to the last city wall.  However, he did not go directly towards the main building of the fortress where Marquis Dragunson was located. Instead, he turned into a branch road and moved quickly towards the station of the second division.  After this period of calmness, the horror on Selian Op's face has been concealed under a mask of indifference, but the emotion is still there, and it is rapidly fermenting and expanding as time goes by.  When he ignored the guards' obstruction and pushed away the second branch leader's room, the horror immediately turned into an equal amount of anger, causing him to roar with gnashing teeth immediately.  "Franco Bacon!" Selian strode into the luxuriously decorated room and glared fiercely at the fat man who was shielding the blonde beauty next to him with a silk sheet, "Is your head already filled with dirty things?  "Didn't you hear the siren?" The new commander of the second branch, who had been in office for less than a month, rolled up from the bed like a rubber ball, his belly shaking like a piece of pudding, "Sister Selian, yes.  What makes you so angry?" He mumbled and put on his pants and soft leather waistcoat, but ignored the heavy coat on the hanger. "The sound was indeed noisy, but it was coming from behind. It was obviously the fortress.  Do the bastards of the Guards still need my second division to do anything else? " "Your second division?" Sai Lian emphasized the first two words, "Fran.  Brother, I must remind you that the second branch is not yours yet, until those who oppose you are eliminated." The fat branch leader licked his lips, "It will be soon." He didn't care.  He tied his sword belt loosely on his body, "I sent the sharp-headed Cateles to take his men to the Moon Whispering Plains for a walk. When he comes back, he will either be deprived of his position because of his lack of achievements, or because of  He was imprisoned for delaying the fight. Anyway, I won't let him continue to oppose me." "This is indeed your bad idea" Sai Lian spat viciously at his feet, and then looked at the man huddled on the bed with a blank look on his face.  The blonde beauty glanced at him and said, "Everyone, please go out. Mr. Franco and I have something to say." Franco's expression seemed a little reluctant, but he still waved his hand and sent everyone else to the room.  outside and close the door.  "What kind of trouble is it? It's best not to disturb me for a trivial matter." "The damn team you sent out is back." Sai Lian told him bitterly, "It also brought the troops from the Monastery of the Lord of Justice.  , now outside the north wall of the fortress." Franco licked his lips with a dull expression, "So what?" He asked in confusion, "Since Catles is seeking death, and the old-fashioned people in the monastery.  It would be great if the guys colluded together. Now we only need to report this situation to Lord Dragonson, and the Marquis of Steel Fist can handle the rest for us. " "It's not that simple.  "Master Franco, it's not that simple." Serian shook his head vigorously, "You haven't forgotten the caravans that passed through the west gate where the Second Division was stationed half a month ago, right?"  "Of course I remember, we got a total of two thousand golden griffins. If I didn't hold the position of branch leader, I would not have received so much salary in my life." "Now those two thousand golden griffons are 80% needed.  There's something wrong." Serian reminded with a cold face, "Those caravans have an absurd number of guards and are well-equipped. I suspect that those tightly sealed trucks are actually filled with orcs. God bless you.  The damn team sent out did not encounter these barbarians, let alone capture one or two prisoners." Franco Bacon's fat face suddenly turned pale, "You, why didn't you remind me then?  If there are orc spies hidden in those caravans, we will all have our heads chopped off by the Marquis and put on the iron spear in front of the city for public display!" "What's the use of talking about it now?" Selian retorted coldly,  "Put on your armor immediately, and let's go to meet the Marquis together. I hope he will refuse those pilgrims from entering the fortress because of personal vendetta. Otherwise, we will be in big trouble." Franco Bacon has always been known for his slow movements.  Well-known, but this morning he showed surprising mobility.  In less than five minutes, he had already walked out of the room after putting on a full set of armor, ordered the guards to blow the assembly horn, and then followed Serian and walked quickly towards the main castle that looked like a giant fist thrust into the sky.
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