The Emerald Tower

Dazta sat in the cloth tent, closed his eyes slightly, as if sleeplessly, but the movement under his eyelids clearly showed that he was unusually awake, and he was thinking about something in his heart.

"Dean Ken Zelgang... turned out to be Zelgang, so when I competed with me before, the aura that emerged from the opponent was Longwei-I didn't expect that apart from the royal family of Gaosai, there are people who can have it. Longwei; Moreover, even if the royal family of Gaosai can have such a level of Longwei, only the few directly connected...Before, one person played against the hundred elites of the "hammer of riots", and they won... this kind of strength. It is infinitely close to the silver level!"

Da Zita's heart was circling these news back and forth.

At the same time, a trace of regret rose from the bottom of his heart-regrets about his previous attitude and actions towards Dean.

After all, no matter where you look from it, Dean is a very reliable ally.

However, such an ally was almost turned away by himself, and even became an enemy.

"It is necessary to make up for the relationship between the two parties. There is a good opportunity ahead. As long as I try to help Dean, when I need his help, will he still reject me? If he can sign an alliance agreement, then even more Okay... Well, Bu Qian can act as a middleman, but you can't tell him clearly, as long as you use food as an excuse!"

Da Zita quickly threw his regret aside and began to plan the future wholeheartedly.

In fact, he left his camp and appeared here, which has explained everything.

To this. Dean knew it well.

therefore. When carrying the cloth wedge into the camp. Facing Da Zita who suddenly showed enthusiasm, Dean was not surprised—

"Lord Zelgaon!"

Daztar greeted Dean in the manner of the emerald man.

"Meet again, Patriarch Daztar!"

Dean responded with a smile, and at the same time put the cloth on the opponent's bed.

"Bucheng's drink volume is very average, every time we get together, we are the first to get drunk!"

Da Zita looked for topics that both sides could talk about. It's not official, it's just something related, but it can bring the two sides closer together.

"However, he likes to drink very much. I suspect that he was driven out of the stockade by his father ahead of time, and let him go because this guy only drinks every day... Um, I guessed right?"

Dean played each other perfunctorily, but after seeing the expression on Dazita's face. He was startled.

"Yes, Bu Qian was driven out by the patriarch's father because of continuous drunkenness!"

Dazita nodded and confirmed.

"It turned out to be like this..."

Dean was startled and laughed blankly.

Looking at Dean’s sincere smile, Dazita immediately said: "Everything before is my fault, please forgive me!"

"What's wrong, I don't think you have any fault, it's just that the positions of the two sides are different!"

Dean waved his hand and said seriously.

Even if you know something, most of the time, you still need to show that you don't know, imagining and confusing; this is naturally very easy for Dean who has experienced the previous life.

Even, being able to behave very sincerely, as if it were true.

"Thank you for your tolerance!"

Da Zita obviously felt Dean's sincerity, and immediately leaned back again.

"Aren't we friends? You are willing to help me, why should I remember some unpleasant things?"

Dean asked with a smile.

When Daztar heard this, he immediately laughed along with him.

Then he said, "Dean, can I call you that way?"

"of course!"

Dean nodded.

"Dean, I have found the whereabouts of those guys, and my people have been closely following behind; however, the bosses and elites of the Hammer of Riot, the Fox of the Snowfield, the Black Skeleton and the Hand of Scarlet We are not among them, there are only some ordinary men and a few deputies!"

After feeling close to the relationship between the two sides, Dazta began to confess everything, and finally said his own views.

"They should have gone straight for Tyre!"

While talking, Dazita looked at Dean, hoping to see a hint of nervousness or panic.

However, Dean still smiled indifferently.

"Already prepared?"

Dazta thought with disappointment; originally he wanted to send out ‘reinforcements’ to bring the two sides closer again, but now it seems that it’s not working.

However, Da Zita still spoke out——

"If possible, I am willing to send reinforcements to support Tyrrell!"

Dazita said as if he was willing to pierce the knife for a friend--how could he show his achievements if he didn't say something?

"There, Tyre, you don't need to worry about Dazita, on the contrary...I need your help here!"

Dean, who knew him well, didn't expose the other party, just said with the initial smile.

"What's busy?"

Dazita asked immediately.

"A little bit of help!"

Dean said softly.

...

At night, a band of bandits with a thousand people camped in the campsite quite distinctly.

Piles of bonfires brought light and warmth to the entire campsite.

The few guards on patrol were driven out of the warm camp and started their own missions——

"Damn it, why is it me again!"

A patrolling bandit could not help but cursed in a low voice.

"Who makes your partner have a relationship with the deputy leader?"

Another robber on patrol said with a low smile.

"Damn it, the guy who let his wife out is really bad!"

The bandit who had been patrolling before cursed in a low voice.

"I can only blame you for not...who!"

The bandit on the side wanted to say something, but the figure that suddenly appeared in front of him made him let out a loud shout. The short sword in his hand pointed directly at the opponent. The bandit before also raised the spear in his hand.

Woo!

Such wind suddenly appeared. The two bandits completely lost consciousness without even reacting.

Sword break, spear break!

People are divided into two!

Looking down at the two dead bandits, Dean sneered, holding the [Imitation Dragon Head Sword] and strode towards the bandit’s camp.

Dean apparently didn't intend to cover up the hiding place, it was just that he walked openly to the nearest camp.

The patrolling bandits encountered along the way were all cut off. Those patrolling bandits could not even make a sound. Just died like this.

It wasn't until Dean walked into the camp that the bandit's alarm came out—

Clang, clang!

In the night, the sound of metal percussion spread far away.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

Amid the hurried shouts, the originally quiet bandit camp instantly boiled over. The bandit who had already fallen asleep took up his weapon in a panic, rushed out of the camp, and then looked for the enemy.

After that, they saw Dean.

"only one person?!"

All the bandits are shocked. Then, everyone laughed together--

"Just such a person. Is it an enemy attack?"

"What is he holding? Is it paper?"

"Hahaha..."

...

The ridicule of ignorance, in the night breeze, appeared a little, as if it was outstanding, and the team of hundreds of people made this outstanding, even more unique.

Of course, this unique outstanding achievement only lasted a few seconds.

When Dean wielded the great sword again, screaming and howling became the main theme.

Woo!

With such a dull sound of wind, seven or eight bandits were cut off and flew up high, and red, green, and black internal organs were scattered on the white snow.

Woo!

There was another dull sound of wind. The shield holder holding the tower shield high, and the person carrying the shield were shot flying. The person even vomited a few mouthfuls of blood before the person fell. The moment he fell, he lost his breath.

It's like a tiger entering a flock.

The bandits in front of them looked like grass mustard under the huge sword in Dean's hands, and the huge sword that was swung was the scythe that mowed the grass.

In three or four minutes, there were basically no living bandits around Dean. There were stumps and arms everywhere, and the living bandits were hiding far away, looking at the expressionless Dean with fear. Hmm - from beginning to end, Dean was so expressionless, as if he had no emotions, and this made these bandits more and more panic in his heart.

However, there is still a trace of discipline in this camp of the Hammer of Riot.

Even if I was afraid in my heart, I didn't directly flee in defeat.

After all, there are still their deputy chiefs here, and there are many guards behind them-if they escape without a fight, they will suffer when the deputy chief solves the terrifying enemy in front of them.

Therefore, in the following time, the entire venue seemed a little weird——

Dean stood still.

The bandits also stood still.

In fact, the heart of these bandits has already begun to pray: Let it go on like this! Just go on like this! Wait until the deputy chief and they come!

And as if to hear such a prayer, the bandits around gathered more and more, not only the deputy leader of the Hammer of Riot, but also the three deputy leaders of the Snow Fox, the Black Skull, and the Scarlet Hand. When the chiefs showed up, Dean didn't move.

"Asshole!"

As soon as the deputy chief of the ‘hammer of riot’ entered the camp~www.readwn.com~, he looked at the corpses around him, and immediately, his already shameful face became more and more gloomy.

"Tsk tusk, so bold, you want to challenge all of us alone?"

The fat man wrapped in a leather jacket shook his head and sighed. Then, the next moment, his face was sullen and he waved his hand: "What else to look at? Kill him!"

Suddenly, the surrounding bandits flocked to Dean like a wave.

As if the next moment, Dean will be submerged!

ps first more~

Yesterday, I stayed up until almost four in the morning before I got the third chapter code out... Then, when I opened my eyes today, it was four in the afternoon, and my head was swollen...

However, I was finally able to figure out what I had promised everyone, and I was relieved.

This is today's first update, and the second is later. Decadent is working hard. (To be continued...) ()