Love and passion, cutting up the wasteland

late at night.

Through the canyon, one of the two moons turned to the brown-red side, and the light emitted was like solidified blood.

The street lights on Scone Street became even dimmer.

It is said that it was because a set of wind turbines on the cliff broke down and there were not enough manpower to repair them, so they were left there for the time being.

Lu Meng himself can also feel the impact of the reduced power supply.

——Even with the addition of a voltage regulator, the bread he baked on the electric stove was still a bit raw.

For him who has reached level 26 in [Cooking Skills], such results are certainly unqualified.

So I left it to Ashu and Kavin to eat.

However, perhaps because his cooking skills have improved and offset the effect of the sandwich, the two Shaqs didn't taste anything strange and were still full of praise.

This made Lu Meng a little disappointed.

Of course, it is worth feeling sad if the work that you have made with your heart is not recognized. On the contrary, if you know that there are shortcomings and make something casually, but others can't see it, you will like it even more - it will also make people feel that your strength is too much. Arrive at the empty space.

The so-called soulmate is hard to find, that's it.

However, this is not the point. Lu Meng is not a hypocritical person.

He was currently walking struttingly on the main street of Scone Town, with a long back silhouette drawn by the light.

Walking in black at night, with a sword on his back and a full quiver, he violated almost all of Shaq's official prohibitions.

It was such a stressful and exciting thing, but there was no one who could take care of him.

Lu Meng sneaked all the way without encountering a group of patrolling guards.

This made him really unable to feel any nervousness, so he couldn't help but think wildly.

"The guards' strength has been concentrated on fixed posts at key locations." He concluded based on his observations over the past few days.

According to the battle report, Shaq's army has already fought against the sand bandits.

Under the sweep of the army, the bandits were retreating steadily, and the temporary camps they had set up were also demolished one after another.

Now, Shaq's army will continue to deepen.

It is said that the commander of the army has said that as long as the Sand King's hideout and the legendary Sand King Tower can be found, it is not impossible to annihilate the Sand Bandits in one fell swoop.

When the news came back to Scone, hearts were cheered.

Whether they are Shaqs or not, everyone is happy for the strength of Shaqs army. After all, this means that their lives can be better protected.

In this regard, Lu Meng can only say:

Just listen to the battle report.

He was more concerned about the changes in the city's environment during this period.

Due to a shortage of manpower, the security guards at the prison have been overloaded for many days.

For this reason, the number of mobile sentries had to be reduced to save energy and ensure that a single guard could be on duty for a longer period of time.

Fortunately, the number of young people in the city who are free and incapable of making trouble has also been reduced, so there will be no trouble in Scone Town.

Lu Meng specially bought a black 'ninja rag' from a smuggler in the Brotherhood for 3,000 coins. Compared to the Assassin's Wrap, its defensive power is worrisome, but it can cover the whole body without affecting movement, and it also has a bonus to stealth ability.

This made his night walk less challenging and almost as pleasant as a night run.

Over the past few days, Lu Meng "patrolled" Scone Town at night more frequently than the serious guards, and could detect any situation immediately.

He doesn't even get paid, so he's basically a vigilante.

He just passed by Yue's store.

It can be seen that this human boss has learned his lesson and no longer pins all his hopes on the guards in the city. Instead, he hires people to guard and guard himself, and the strength of the guards has almost tripled.

Crossbowmen were also arranged to patrol the roof - in order to appease the boss, the official allowed him to install a crossbow turret himself.

Moreover, Yue Yu seemed to be stimulated by something. These newly recruited guards were all human beings.

Almost all the people in the city who have some strength and have reached the level of warriors have been recruited, which can also solve their employment problem.

With Lu Meng's perception ability, he also noticed that there were several masters lurking in the hidden corners near the shop.

They are technology hunters.

Being able to hire technology hunters as regular bodyguards can generate tens of thousands of coins every week.

Even if Yue Yu is wealthy, this is considered a huge investment.

Lu Meng nodded. With such defensive strength, no matter how unwise those black-clothed robbers were, they would never target him again...

"somebody is coming!"

"Alert! Enemy attack!"

Suddenly, the guards shouted from the direction of Yue's shop.

Judging from the sound of their footsteps, their actions were chaotic and orderly, and they were obviously well-trained and well-prepared.

The siren was also mixed with boss Yue Yu’s wild laughter:

"Hahaha! I didn't expect it. I knew that one day, I would finally be caught, you bull-headed bastards with long horns!"

Even if the other party is a robber, calling the Sark people a bastard in Scone Town is quite offensive.

It's just that Yue Yu is really happy and can't care about so much.

then.

The shouting and fighting continued.

Lu Meng was stunned.

Are those men in black really so brave?

However, the chaos here is just the beginning.

The attack on Yue's shop was like a signal, causing alarms to sound one after another throughout the city.

The soldiers in the watchtower on the city gate had originally planned to support Yue Yu, but there were so many turbulent places at the moment that they didn't know where they were going.

Lu Meng hid in the alley, listened carefully, and matched the general direction with the map in his memory.

If the men in black were really the organization he thought they were, they should be particularly hostile to humans.

But except for Yue Yu, some other shops run by humans were not affected. On the contrary, the large shops owned by pure-blooded Shaq people also sounded the alarm. Many of their bosses were hard-line elements who advocated the exclusion of foreigners.

Lu Meng figured out the joint in an instant.

These incoming enemies are not trying to hide their identities, but just want to make noise and expose themselves.

Because of Yue Yu's vigilance, he still maintained a guard force during the Shaq Army's expedition and could easily detect intruders. In other human shops, many clerks, apprentices and even the boss himself were recruited and set out, and were in a semi-closed state, even if they were easy to loot. , nor was it targeted.

In the same way, Lu Meng's unknown shop should also be safe and sound.

These enemies who caused the turmoil may have wanted to divert dirty water to the men in black, but unlike Lu Meng, they had already guessed the organization and agenda of those people, so they only targeted the shops in the city, but it affected other deserts. Ke Ren, exposed himself.

But it doesn't matter, their goal has been achieved.

Sound in the east and attack in the west, and move the tiger away from the mountain.

The city's defense was in chaos.

At this time, the calmer the place, the more likely it is to be their target.

It can also be your own goals.

Lu Meng tightened his hood, and the black chain armor stuck to his face, oozing out a hint of chill.

He did not go near any of the stores that were attacked.

Instead, he ran towards the prison tower.

…

"Sir, do we want to go for support?" A Shaq guard held the segmented ax tightly, waiting for the order.

Alarms were going off one after another, and the guards in the prison tower had already noticed it. Except for the crossbowmen, they all got down from the tower and guarded both sides of the street leading here.

A Shaq chief, who was half a body taller than the Shaq people, was standing in the center and looking out.

He is the warden of the prison tower.

"Don't act rashly," the warden raised his hand to signal the restless guards to calm down, "wait for the city lord's order."

The status of the prison tower is different from that of other prison institutions. The people inside are not good-natured and can easily be incited.

In any turmoil, their planners can think of releasing the desperadoes who take advantage of it.

The warden, as the person in charge of the prison tower, knew this very well.

To put it bluntly, even if all the shops in Scone Town were ransacked, it would have nothing to do with him. He just had to guard the prison tower and wait for the unrest in the city to slowly subside.

As for whether the unrest can be suppressed?

The warden never considered this possibility.

Indeed, the troops stationed in Scone Town have now gone out, and even most of the guards have been mobilized.

But there is still a city lord here.

That is the warrior of their Shark clan second only to the Queen Stone Demon. He alone is an army.

"Stop!" A guard spotted the figure on the street.

Along with the shouting and questioning, the searchlights of the entire prison tower were pointed at the street corner.

The warden saw clearly that it was a hornless man wearing a burqa. The white linen cloth reflected the light, which was a bit dazzling.

The Hornless Man held a package in his arms, trembling slightly under the gaze of the guard, as if he was very frightened.

The guard who first spotted her looked at each other and wanted to step forward.

Probably a little thief who stalks and steals things at night, as is common among the Hornless Men.

Judging from her appearance, she was probably on the way to retreat, but she didn't expect that something unexpected happened tonight, causing all the guards to be dispatched. There was no way to retreat, and she was discovered only then.

"Wait." The warden stopped his subordinate and shouted: "Aim!"

In an instant, all the crossbows on the tower were pointed at the hornless man.

At this sensitive moment, even shooting her on the spot would be nothing.

The Hornless Man was so frightened that he half knelt on the ground, raised the package in his hand, and shouted: "Sir! Spare my life——"

"I surrender!"

"Surrender yourself?" The warden snorted coldly, "As a hornless person, it is your crime to appear here."

"That's true..."

The hornless figure seemed to have completely given up hope and was about to curl up on the ground.

Her tone suddenly calmed down.

The sound was not loud, but it still reached the ears of everyone present.

"But maybe, my sins are not limited to this one!"

Luka raised her hand and threw it away at the last moment. The package was scattered in the air, and a head fell to the ground.

It was a Shaq man with horns on his head.

"Fire the arrow!"

The warden was furious, and he recognized the man as the chief of security from a nearby neighborhood.

In fact, before he gave the order, the crossbowman on the tower had already pulled the trigger the moment Luka made a move.

The crossbow arrows were like rain, gathering into pillars, so dense that they collided with each other in the air, and only shot towards a hornless man.

Luka had no chance to escape. She could only curl up as much as possible and raise her hands to protect her head.

Some of the crossbow arrows missed, but more arrows hit her one after another.

What came out was the sound of gold and iron clashing.

The white linen cloth on Luka's body was torn to pieces in an instant. But what was exposed was not her shaved body, but a pair of fine steel armor, which was tightly protected from her chest and abdomen to her shoulders and elbows.

Imperial Samurai Armor from the United Cities.

She didn't know where she could get such a complete set of heavy armor.

Ordinary Shaq warriors cannot wear samurai armor due to their bone horns, but as a hornless person, her body curves have been shaved so that they are no different from those of humans.

The first round of arrows failed to kill her.

But the guards had no extra energy to take care of this person.

Just behind them, on the other side of the street, a dense crowd appeared, like a tide or a swarm of bees.

All their horns were broken.

He held a sharp blade tightly in his hand.

With Luka attracting attention in a big way, these horn-breakers gathered silently, and without saying a word, they charged directly towards the prison tower.

In the pyramidal structure of Shark society, the further down the hierarchy, the greater the population.

The soldiers certainly stood tall.

But every Broken Horn man was also a former warrior, but because of the law, he lost the right to fight again.

Now, if these people choose to hold the sword again, no one can stop them.

Compared to these horn-breakers who crowded the streets with no end in sight, the guards guarding the prison tower were like two thin layers of skin, torn to pieces by the torrent.

The Warden roared and raised his segmented axe.

Each round of swiping can instantly clear out a circle of enemies around him, leaving broken limbs and debris all over the ground. However, the wave of broken-horned people will fill them up in the next moment.

The arrows from the tower were still flying. Because of the dense crowd, every arrow could kill almost one Horn-Broken Man, but this could not stop them at all.

Trampling on the corpses, the crowd eventually engulfed the guards.

Oren walked over to Luka and pulled her up.

He was the Shaq who first approached Luka.

"How do you feel?" Oren asked.

Even with the protection of the samurai armor, countless arrows penetrated the gaps in the armor and penetrated Luka's back.

The blood gathered into a purple pool under her body.

"I'm about to die," Luka said, feeling dizzy, but smiling, "But I've never felt so good!"

"I heard that the merchants in Union City would even sell their souls in order to get coins." She stroked the armor on her body: "Is it really okay for us to make a deal with them?"

"We can't control that much now - without their support, we wouldn't be able to obtain so many weapons." Oren paused, "This at least shows that our souls are quite valuable."

"Then you go to rest first and guard here. Wait for us to come out, and then we can leave the city together."

The warden was right. The enemy was indeed using the method of attacking in the east and attacking in the west.

But what he didn't expect was that the Broken Horn Man was too powerful to charge from the front. Their purpose was not to draw away the prison tower's defense force at all, as long as they could hold back the guards in other parts of the city.

Oren and the others planned very carefully.

There is a panic everywhere in Scone Town right now, and no one can guess right away where they really want to attack.

Unless that person knows their goal from the start.

"The day has finally come."

The man with broken horn looked up at the top tower.

Compared to the sounds of fighting below, the top floor was as quiet as death.

"The Fearless One is still alive." Oren looked away and called for his companions to rush into the prison tower.

With his eyesight, he couldn't clearly see the situation above, but he could feel that there was a line of sight looking at them through the layers of obstacles.

Of course, not all the horn-breakers in Scone Town are gathered here today.

But everyone comes and fights for the "fearless one".

Oren was the organizer of the operation, but he knew in his heart that one was their true leader.

"Time is of the essence."

Oren gritted his teeth, stopped the pain, and entered the tower.

A hideous wound was also opened on his back, but Luka was not allowed to see it.

At this moment, some of the Broken Horns rushed into the prison tower, fought with some guards who retreated back into the tower, and fought all the way up the tower.

The rest stayed outside and took over the defense of the tower.

They knew that if the forces of Scone Town were truly assembled, people like themselves would not be able to resist it and could only try their best to delay the attack.

No one noticed.

A black shadow flashed through it.

Compared with the professional Shaq guards, these temporarily organized horn-breaker warriors are still far behind in alertness.