Love and passion, cutting up the wasteland

"I hope they go and come back soon."

Lu Meng knew that Lin Ji was talking about the Turtle, but there was something else in his words.

"The last question, how did you realize that I was not that old man?" After solving these heavy things, Lin Ji's tone suddenly returned to the initial briskness. The woman blinked her eyes with doubts: "I think my ventriloquism is already perfect."

"You mean..."

In the secret room, they met for the first time.

At that time, Lin Ji failed to interrogate, so he had to kill the guard of the secret room and pretended to be old, sick and injured.

To confuse Lu Meng who had just entered.

She was confident that she had done it perfectly: the wound was very small when the knife fell, and she sprinkled powder to remove the blood, and even her body was hidden behind the bunker... The details were all due to her skills and professional training of the Black Claw.

But the other party's reaction was so fast.

It seemed that she had never believed it.

Although he later learned about Lu Meng's true identity, Lin Ji felt that it was not just that outrageous. He saw through him the first time they met in the dark - is the war-level so unreasonable?

It would be fine if it happened to others.

She grew up under the guidance of another war-level, and even the teacher was sometimes fooled by her.

So Lin Ji guessed:

The other party must have a unique secret skill.

Find out more to prevent the next time.

"..." Lu Meng hesitated for a moment, as if hesitating whether to say it, and finally said: "Did you kill him by slashing his throat?"

"Yes." Lin Ji nodded.

"That's right," Lu Meng said, "which means that after the guard died, you didn't have the opportunity to check his vocal cords."

"Vocal cords..." Lin Ji's pupils gradually dilated.

"Yes, the guard was a mute."

Lu Meng calmly gave the conclusion.

Manager Du En specially selected such an old man to guard the secret room for him, and used surgery to transform the inner wall of his throat so that he could only breathe and swallow but not speak, so that he would never make a mistake.

The reason why there were no clues in the room was that after years of reading, all the truly confidential information had been memorized in his mind.

"..."

Lin Ji held his forehead.

Embarrassed to the point of being painful.

No wonder...

She said why the other party would rather die than confess.

It turned out that he was not tough.

But he simply couldn't speak!

Of course, the guard was indeed tough at the beginning and tried to attack and threaten her... Later, when he was really tortured and didn't say a word, it was no longer a question of confessing or not.

Lin Ji was both competitive and admired, so he simply cut off all ties and gave him a quick death.

Later, he spoke himself.

That was directly exposed!

No wonder Lu Beiyou asked if he had ever tried to take a piece of paper...

"Wait!" Lin Ji suddenly realized a question, "How do you know he is dumb?"

She was indeed careless... But if the nameless man was really a guard, it would be fine, but the fact proved that "Xiao Lu" was just his disguise. They sneaked into the lower city together. There was no reason for the other party to be exposed to so many details and know more than himself.

"You just said..."

Lu Meng smiled: "This is the last question."

Then she kept silent about what Lin Ji said, which made the woman feel anxious.

Until they separated.

Mute...

He repeated this word in his heart.

This reminded Lu Meng of the news he got from Huang Xiang - the slave ship of the Hunter Gang.

As a drifter, Huang Xiang used to work as a boatman at the dock to make a living.

Logically speaking, ships come and go, and he can't tell them all.

But as Lu Meng was sure.

Huang Xiang really remembered that slave ship.

Because what happened at that time was too shocking, some slaves escaped from the ship, killed the guards of the Hunter Gang, and made a big fuss at the port.

However, it was suppressed in the end.

The slave owners of the Hunter Gang were not angry, but laughed and were overjoyed, because if this reputation spread, it would show that their slaves were of high quality and each of them was a first-class gladiator.

They could also make a lot of money.

There are even conspiracy theories that think this is the Hunter Gang’s own marketing method.

——If the matter ended here, it would not have been remembered for nearly ten years.

The key lies in the slave.

It was a soldier bee, and he was bought by a peddler from the Merchant Guild who was also unknown at the time.

Times have changed.

The slave has become the marshal of the empire.

"Blood of the eyes..." High-level Inquisitor Waltner murmured.

The north and south of the Iron Valley are mountains cast by molten cast iron, and there are dead Narco machines everywhere. If you want to pass through the United City and the Holy Kingdom, this canyon is a must-pass place.

Unless you want to cross the cannibal plains or the mysterious black desert and the land of death further north - this is tantamount to suicide.

The Oakland Shield guarded by Varnath is not just a fortress, but a series of city gates built throughout the Iron Valley, firmly guarding the throat between the United City and the Holy Kingdom, protecting believers from the invasion of darkness.

In a sense, Biskun is more dangerous.

Relying on the strategic position of the Oakland Shield, the perseverance of the knights, the surging and fanaticism of the holy war army... Varnat was still able to win great victories on the front line of the Iron Valley in the face of two United City generals, and even advanced to the Flying Desert and the territory of the United City.

Such prestige allowed Varnat to suppress another high-level judge Seta in the country, forcing the other party to return from the Mist Island in advance.

Prepare for the unexpected.

Heavy rain fell in the Iron Valley, and the rain washed on the holy knight armor instantly emitted a pungent smell. This was the acid from the black desert and the curse of darkness.

Every paladin's skin was red, even Varnat felt a burst of burning... But now, the entire army did not dare to go back to take shelter from the rain, standing on the city wall fortress as if they were defending or escaping.

Looking down in a daze.

There was only one person who was also bathed in the acid rain.

Behind him, there were destroyed city gates, collapsed city walls, burned barracks, and the blood left behind dyed the gray tones of the Iron Valley red, which even heavy rain could not wash away.

The marshal of the empire.

Blood in the eyes.

The warrior army of the United City was still far away, arriving late, and could not keep up with his pace at all.

The entire army was not here to fight - they were just here to clean up the mess.

One person broke through the pass.

Now Varnat was defending the last pass of the Oakland Shield. It was indeed the oldest and most solid. Legend has it that it was a miracle given by the Lord of Light to strangle Narko... But behind it, there was already an undefended, unobstructed plain.

The pride of Oakland, the king's territory.

Varnat shuddered at the thought that if the last pass fell, this sacred land would be defiled and blasphemed by tens of thousands of pagans.

"Blood of the eyes!" Shouting to the enemy in front of the battle, even just communicating, is a taboo, which will shake the clean and pious hearts of the Oakland warriors, but Varnat had to do so: "You broke the agreement!"

This monster not only moved away from the Bast front, but also ignored the rebellion in the north and the domestic nobles.

He went south all the way.

Finally, he launched an offensive against the Iron Valley.

Varnat's words were filled with anger.     In order to cover up the awe.

The marshal raised his head, and the acid rain hit his dark purple skin. After brushing off a layer of blood, there was still another layer. The cold light flashed in his eyes like the stars in the sky, but to the people on the ground, they were much more dangerous than the stars.

That was the crossbow array on the city.

The Holy Kingdom regarded the harpoon cannon as a demonic machine driven by the dark engine and banned it, replacing it with the pinnacle of conventional armaments.

Eyeblood had already completely entered the coverage of the crossbow formation and entered the field of vision of the Holy Nation archers. The Hive Tribe was always known for its thin body, but Eyeblood's body was like a giant of the Shek Tribe, with muscles all over his body bulging out from the gaps in his armor.

This set of gorgeous and precious warrior armor did not seem to protect him.

It was more like a restraint.

From Eyeblood's dark purple skin, it could be seen that he was not a common wandering beeman, but from the southern hive, which was said to be absolutely untamable, without civilization and only knew how to kill - but even in the southern hive, no one had ever behaved so violently.

"Eyeblood..." Hearing Varnat's rebuke, the soldier bee seemed a little dazed and repeated the name, and then realized that he was being called.

Seeing him like this, the high-level judge breathed a sigh of relief, but he still held the Paladin Cross that had accompanied him through hundreds of battles in his hand.

But in the next moment.

A loud bang exploded on the battlefield.

"Kill!"

It was a roar like a mad dragon, as if compressing the wind and rain together and blowing into everyone's eardrums. Before the paladins had time to feel the sting, they had already seen the purple thunder and lightning - the blood of the eyes rushed straight towards them!

Varnat was also shocked.

He knew the strength of the blood of the eyes, but he didn't expect it to be so brutal.

Endless arrows shot out from trembling hands and fell from the sky, carrying corrosive green smoke. The blood of the eyes didn't care at all, and even hit them head-on, letting them fall on him.

As a bee man, he couldn't wear the warrior's antler helmet, but his skin seemed to be tougher than steel, completely beyond the limit of living things.

The arrow passed by, leaving no trace.

The paladins and sentinels could only watch the blood of the eyes hit, and then collapsed with a loud bang, and the rubble fell - it was a watchtower, which could be said to be a tower. In fact, it had been renovated for countless generations and was as solid as a fortress.

Just like the satellite city, even if the army besieged it and the siege equipment was launched, it could still delay and contain the enemy for the barrier of Oakland Shield.

But it collapsed just like that.

In an instant.

A white light flashed, and the bluestone bricks as long as a person broke into two pieces one after another. The dust raised could not be extinguished even by rain, and the screams of the sentinels followed.

It stopped abruptly again.

A white and purple figure rushed out from it.

People also saw the weapon in his hand clearly.

"Inscribed Blade!" The Paladin exclaimed.

"Inscribed Blade..." Varnat gritted his teeth.

The sharp weapon in the hands of Eye Blood that could cut iron like mud was undoubtedly the Inscribed Blade.

In the Holy Kingdom, only Phoenix, who was born as a king, and the Sword Guardians and Flame Guardians were qualified to hold it; in the United City, they were regarded as the private property of the great lords and the symbol of the top families.

Now, have the pagans finally figured it out? It was decided to give the inscribed blade to the imperial marshal, who was born as a slave, so that this captive monster could finally add his human-eating teeth.

However, Varnat also noticed that the inscribed blade in Eye Blood's hand did not look like an ordinary saber. Its arc was twisted and weird. It was not so much used for killing people as it was more suitable for piercing and breaking. The carapace of certain creatures.

This is a very niche weapon.

Desert Saber.

Varnut has only been seen in the hands of certain hunters and despicable smugglers.

The latter is used to hunt blood spiders.

But no matter what! Even if just an iron rod of the grade of Marked Blade is in the hands of Eye Blood, it will be enough to turn the world upside down. The pagan empire has made such a decision. It seems that it is really determined to capture the Shield City and break through the Valley of Iron. .

The blood rushed from his eyes, and the long knife pierced the iron wall. Hanging this terrifying monster on it, people could already see his face clearly. He was covered in scars, the largest of which pierced his entire cheek. Until one eye socket.

--It's empty inside.

It is said that when he was a captured slave, he broke free, grabbed a knife and slit the throat of a nobleman, splattering blood into it.

In order to punish his rebellion, his master removed the bloody eyeball alive.

An eye for a life.

From then on he was named Eye of Blood.

The guards on the city wall subconsciously took a step back, fear overwhelming the piety of these believers.

Varnat raised his sword.

He knew that the Auckland Shield alone could not stop the Eyeblood monster. The only thing that could stop it was... no, no one could stop him.

The high-ranking judge smiled mockingly to himself. The Holy Lord was born to be a king, but he and Seta relied on martial arts and cunning to reach their current position step by step. Under one person, they have the power to rule the country.

But no matter how conceited Varnat was, he would never think that he could compete with Eye Blood.

His persistence.

Just to die for the country.

"Woo——"

But at this moment, a melodious horn sounded outside the city, resounding throughout the Iron Valley.

The Union City army finally arrived.

The leader was another general. He was neatly armored and elegant. He was obviously of noble origin.

He looked at the back of Mu Zhixue, his eyes full of dissatisfaction, but he didn't dare to show it at all.

Varnut was stunned for a moment.

After fighting for so long, he knew that this was the clarion call for Union City to withdraw its troops.

Sure enough, Eye Blood, who was clearly about to climb the city wall, suddenly stopped. He drew out his long knife and jumped down. He turned his back to the frightened Paladins, as if they didn't exist at all, and walked back step by step. .

The marshal did not return to the army.

Instead, he stopped in the open space between the two armies, next to a waiter who was shrouded in black.

The waiter saluted and bowed slightly in the direction of Auckland Shield and Varnut.

Varnut read his lips.

"We have not forgotten our agreement with you," the waiter said. "The president never forgets."

At the same time, a group of envoys carrying gifts came out and arrived at the dilapidated city.

The senior inquisitor was silent for a while.

Order to open the door.

He knew that he was not qualified to refuse.

Auckland Shield, held.

But the battle situation on the Iron Valley frontline is bound to undergo earth-shaking changes.

During this process, Eyeblood remained silent. He held his long sword upside down and faced the direction of the Union City army, accepting the cheers and admiration of all the warriors - he could do the best for the empire as a slave. Marshal, iron-blooded, loyal, silent and unparalleled in strength... Eyeblood is the perfect example for all soldiers.

This just confirmed the propaganda of the empire.

As long as you work hard, you can achieve a lot.

But the blood in the eye just stood there, so motionless that acid rain accumulated in the empty eye socket and flowed down, while nothing was reflected in the other remaining eyeball.

All gray.

Like there is no sanity.

All the warriors couldn't see it. Under the armor skirt of the eyes, he was not wearing military boots. Instead, he was wearing a special shackle chain, which was tightly buckled on his feet.

Old, rusty, but indestructible.

From the beginning, it was never taken off.

And under such constraints, he bulldozed the entire Iron Valley alone.