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Volume 1 Chapter 399 Capital Sacrifice (2)

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    Chapter 399: Capital Sacrifice (2) - Chapter 399: Capital Sacrifice (2) After saying that, the fat man rode forward.  It took more than ten seconds for the fat man to walk to the crowd. After looking at the crowd in front of him, the fat man suddenly turned to the silent Toravis and said: "If you want to fight, then wait for my mission this time.  Have a good time when you're done." At this time, the image of the fat man seemed righteous, and a knight who was loyal to his mission was created.  If there were people who knew the fat man here, they would definitely sneer at the fat man at this time, but these people in front of them could only remain silent.  Toravis suddenly laughed, turned his head and said to the fat man: "Okay, I'll wait for you." After Toravis's voice fell, the crowd automatically gave way to a path, which was a path that could accommodate a horse.  The road through which horses pass.  After the three fat men left, Toravis looked at the three people who were gradually disappearing and suddenly patted his head.  In the crowd, a bald man who was half a head taller than Toravis walked up to Toravis and said, "Young Chief, what should I do? How should I explain it to the prince?" "To be honest, what else can I do?  ?" Toravis shook his head and said.  The scenery along the road is really good, with countless shades of trees wrapping the way forward. Moving forward on this road is like being in the arms of the forest mother. From time to time, various small animals sneak through the jungle.  Looking at the three people through the gap, above their heads, there are all kinds of cheerful birds flying.  The fat man, who had always been on alert, breathed a sigh of relief when he arrived here. The tight string in his mind was now slowly relaxing.  "Heijin, fortunately you didn't accept the challenge, otherwise, I really don't know how to deal with it." Pell, who had been silent all the way, suddenly said to the fat man.  The fat man nodded with a smile, and then cast his gaze forward, which was more or less hazy.  Who came up with such a sinister plot?  What seems like a simple challenge turns out to be a trap full of thorns when you think about it carefully.  If he had just agreed to fight Toravis, no matter whether the result was victory or defeat, he would only have half a life left when he arrived at the festival.  If it fails, Toravis will probably never hold back. Any reason for the failure is enough to fend off the fat man's serious injury.  What if we win?  Then there will be an endless battle. I believe that those who live in the land of truth who know Fatty¡¯s victory over Toravis will send an angry invitation to Fatty.  Such a trap, without revealing the basics, almost got Fatty into trouble. The person behind the plan seemed to be no simple person, and he was not going to let him complete this mission.  Thinking of this, Fatty¡¯s eyes suddenly lit up.  Does the person who set the trap have anything to do with the truth?  "Jidu" Fatty suddenly muttered.  It seems that he can really find all the answers he wants there.  The closer you get to the capital, the hotter it gets.  No living plants can be seen on this plain.  The fat man wiped the sweat from his forehead, looked at the huge hazy black shadow in the distance, and secretly cursed in his heart.  According to Pell, the festival capital is built on a volcano. Although this dull volcano erupts only once in a hundred years, the scorching temperature still makes the people living in the festival city miserable.  No, in Pell's words, pain does not seem to be that unbearable, but rather a commonplace thing.  Fatty finally understood why Pell was able to survive the punishment in the prison. To put it simply, the people in the Heretic Knights were all perverts.  They are training themselves all the time, and living in Kitato can be considered a kind of training.  Otherwise, given that it is not difficult to build a better and more livable city elsewhere with the resources of the Heretic Knights, why would they rather stay in the capital?  The fat man kept fanning himself with his hands. The small wind hardly gave him any feeling of coolness, but he still fanned.  He missed Qingyin and Pifu a little bit. If these two magicians were here, it would more or less relieve him of the heat.  The sound of hissing suddenly suddenly sounded in the ears of the fat man, and he barely raised his spirit and looked into the distance, and the eyes of the fat man suddenly stared.  Many horses, a group of horses with hooves wrapped in flames and fiery red manes, were galloping on the plains. As they galloped, their hooves left behind a string of burnt black hoofprints.  That war horse is very strong, and its perfect and strong body is full of explosiveness.The limbs seemed to be filled with magic. During the galloping process, the entire herd of horses was like a raging fiery red storm.  "Hell's War Horse" is the exclusive war horse of the Heretic Knights, the fat man chanted in a daze, his eyes were slightly red, and some turbid liquid flowed from the corners of his mouth.  "Black gold, black gold" Pell's constant calling finally pulled the fat man back.  Looking at the fat man, Pell smiled and said: "Only a place like Jidu can keep the Hell Horse alive. If you want, I don't mind introducing you to the Heretic Knights." "Enter the Heretic Knights?" Fatty  He shivered all over and stopped the greed in his heart.  "Betraying the Holy See and joining the Heretic Knights is something he would not do even if he were killed."  He didn't want to face the pursuit of the entire Holy See.  What's more, it's not worth it for this batch of horses. Fatty's Wildfire Town has no shortage of mounts.  Fatty suddenly missed Wildfire Town, his warriors, and the fierce wolf he raised with the Fairy Spring.  "I wonder how Yehuo Town is doing now?" Fatty thought secretly.  Since arriving at the Holy See, he has had almost no contact with Wildfire Town, and it has been more than half a year.  Thinking of this, Fatty secretly planned to return to Yehuo Town for a visit after completing this mission.  ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????OUT??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????OUT off and after about dozens of minutes, the huge, originally black shadow appeared in front of Fatty.  The Sacrifice Capital, the garrison of the Heretic Knights, is also the central city of one-third of the Silver Moon Continent.  In a sense, the Sacrifice Capital and the Holy See City are the same.  "Let's go into the city." Pell said to the fat man with some excitement.  In Pell¡¯s eyes, Fatty saw the joy and joy of returning home.  Jidu is a red city, and everything seems to be in a melting pot.  Whether it's the city walls or the residential buildings, they all give people a very strange feeling.  The soldiers stationed and patrolling here are much tougher than the soldiers Fatty has seen in other places. The soldiers here don't wear any armor at all.  Their upper bodies were bare and they wore a pair of black coarse trousers on their lower bodies. They held bright spears in their hands and looked very capable.  From a physical perspective alone, the soldiers here were far stronger than the soldiers in any city that Fatty had ever seen.  Of course, this also includes Oracle Warriors.  I heard from Pell that the soldiers here were selected from the defeated warriors of the Heretic Knights, which are exactly the same as the Oracle Warriors.  In the sacrifice capital, it is rare to see ordinary people. Almost everyone living here is a warrior, including the elderly, women, and even children.  ¡°Everyone gives Fatty a very strong feeling. It seems that as long as there is a war here, everyone will become a warrior.  "A tough place" Fatty muttered.  Here, the weather is getting hotter and hotter. The scorching temperature makes Fatty sweat all over his body and his lips become chapped.  To be honest, he couldn't help but start to admire the people living here.  If the fat man was allowed to stay here all year round, he would definitely not be able to bear it.  "You have a day off today. I'll go see my father and tell him what happened." Pell's words were brief, but he told the fat man all his plans for the future.  In fact, Fatty doesn¡¯t think today is the best time to meet with Pell¡¯s father. He believes that Pell¡¯s father and the Heretic Knights need a process of acceptance.  After all, he was the first person to have peaceful contact with the Heretic Knights as the Holy See.  "Okay." The fat man nodded and said.  This is a red room. The facilities in the room are very simple, with only a table, a chair, and a bookcase.  Whether it is the table or the other two items, they all exude an ancient atmosphere, and everything is covered with scratches like many needles.  This house is considered simple for ordinary people, but it is even more unbearable as a residence for a big shot.  But that¡¯s it, this poorly furnished house is actually the residence of a big shot who holds half of the power of the Heretic Knights.  In this room, the most eye-catching thing is a book on the table. It is a thick black iron book. Both the cover and the pages give people a very solid feeling.  It seems that this book will not decay or disappear even after thousands of years.  There are many names on the cover of this book. Almost everyone who gets this book will have their name engraved on the cover.  Anyone who lives in the land of truth will be shocked when he sees those names, because those names?There is a figure who left a huge mark in the history of the Heretic Knights.  "Moor Luhan, the second leader of the Heretic Knights, once hunted a dragon of darkness alone" "Bitos, the commander of the Iron-Blooded Battalion of the Heretic Knights, once led the Iron-Blooded Battalion to defeat three members of the Bright Knights.  Ten knights of light and his followers successfully strangled a paladin. ""Decoder, the first executioner of the Heretic Knights, once broke into a camp where hundreds of priests were stationed and executed a great sage with his own hands.   A man approached the room and walked slowly to the table. He was a weather-beaten man. Almost every inch of his exposed skin had different scars, the most eye-catching one was his face.  There was a gray scar on his face, which added a sense of mystery to him like a holy mark given by God. The big man sat down and gently opened the thick iron book.  The name appears on the first page. "Hemel, Jock" Unlike the name on the cover, not many people know this name, but this name is more important than any other person's name on the cover.  . Because Hemir, Jock is the founder of the Heretic Knights, the wise man hidden behind the scenes, the most powerful and wisest magician in the history of Silver Moon Continent. This book is left by Hemir, Jock.  "Truth is everything.  "The big man read softly. Although he has read this sentence countless times, every time he reads it, he will find a new feeling. The big man believes in the truth, and his only wish in this life is to bring the truth to  The entire continent, the Garden of Eden, and even the Holy See, for him, was a noble mission. Just when the big man was about to turn the second page, there was a knock on the door.  , he said, "Come in," and saw a woman with a hot figure walking in. "Your Majesty, Toravis and the others failed. The knight from the light did not accept the challenge, and they have now arrived at the festival capital.  "    "oh?  "The big man said softly. The woman told the big man the news of her arrival. After hearing this, the big man suddenly laughed: "It seems that the bright knight is very smart?  " "Sir, what should we do now?  "The woman asked. "He won't see his brother today, and he won't see him tomorrow either.  Let the Viper Squad go out.  "The big man said as he continued to open the thick book. Looking at the gradually sinking sky, the fat man suddenly felt uneasy. His heart was beating faster than usual at this time.  Double. Touching his violently beating heart, the fat man looked out the window. At this time, a group of soldiers holding bright spears happened to pass by downstairs. The place arranged for him by Lengfeng was a good place. It is said that this is the capital of the festival.  The annual festival hosts high-ranking chiefs, so not only are they treated very well, but the guards are also extremely tight. Normally, Fatty would not feel dangerous at all, but he still feels this.  What comes from intuition is more intense than usual. ¡°Does it mean that my intuition is wrong?  "The fat man looked at the group of strong soldiers carefully and said to himself, but then he quickly shook his head. "His intuition has never been wrong, it is an instinct derived from the life and death training in the jungle.  This means that he will face a tough battle tonight. Although Fatty doesn't want to call it a tough battle, the defense downstairs is so tight. If the opponent wants to take action, it will be as fierce as thunder.  "Good people don't live long, but bad people live for thousands of years!"  "The fat man muttered softly. He knew that his concerns would definitely not be unnecessary, because if he were the other party, he would definitely attack tonight, before the fat man actually met the leader of the Heretic Knights. No.  At some point, the fat man had a gleaming dagger in his hand. The fat man rubbed the blade of the dagger fiercely, as if he wanted to extract gold from it. It was already late at night, and the whole festival fell silent.  In the dead silence, a faint roar from the volcano could be heard. Apart from the sound of some garbage fluttering, there was the regular sound of patrolling footsteps.  Hanging high in the sky, under the crescent moon, on the tip of a four-story building, there is a man covered in a black mask, with only a pair of eyes exposed.??The man in black was staring coldly at a building three streets away.  Not long after, a black shadow suddenly flashed in the night sky and landed accurately in front of the man in black. It was also a man in black, a woman with her hair tied up high. Her tight clothes made her exquisite and clear.  The figure is fully displayed.  "Captain, everything is set up and you can start." The half-kneeling woman in black said respectfully.  "Yeah." The man in black groaned, then opened his arms like a bat and flew away.  Fatty never doubts his intuition, just like this time.  Through the window, Fatty could still see heavily guarded soldiers patrolling, but his instinct told him that danger was approaching.  The entire post house was completely silent. Although it was not the time for the chiefs to meet, this silence was a bit too unreasonable.  Even during the deserted period, there are still many servants in the posthouse responsible for cleaning and cleaning up the place.  "Are you here?" The fat man closed his eyes slightly, and a soft and almost inaudible breathing came into his ears.  The sound was very subtle. If the fat man hadn't developed a hearing as sensitive as a hunter since he was a child in his previous life, then he would not have been able to hear the sound.  That is an enemy who is very good at hiding himself, and he is also a mature assassin.  The fat man played with the dagger in his hand, smiled slyly, and then disappeared.  The game of cat and mouse is not equal. Looking at the magic light seeping out from the crack in the door, Jixi showed a strange smile. His whole body turned into mercury and turned into a puddle of water. He walked forward along the stairs.  Moving bit by bit.  In the darkness, a pair of eyes witnessed the entire process of Jixi turning into mercury.  Looking at Jixi, even the fat man couldn't help but be secretly surprised.  This assassin's fighting spirit effect can actually reach this level.  For an assassin, the success of concealment determines the probability of a successful assassination.  Although turning the body into mercury is not traceable, it is definitely hard to detect.  Looking at Jixi who had arrived in the corridor, the fat man who was clinging to the ceiling like a gecko blinked slightly and suddenly dived towards Jixi like a cannonball.  The tip of Zhang Er's red spear went straight to the center of the oval-shaped mercury, and the attached black fighting spirit covered the crimson tip in a dull manner. ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? being heard only ¡°ah¡± and a scream of pain resounded throughout the entire post house.  The colors of blood and mercury mixed together, and a protruding human shape slowly emerged.  Until his death, Jisina¡¯s face, twisted in pain, was filled with incredible confusion. He didn¡¯t understand how the fat man discovered his traces.  Fatty did not relax because of Jixi's death. Instead, after stabbing Jixi to death, he quickly disappeared into the darkness.  There is more than one enemy.  Only a few seconds passed before several men in black appeared in front of Jixi¡¯s body.  ¡­¡­
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