Mecha Star Wars

"Who are you?" Garcia was completely unmoved, as if no matter what answer he heard, it would not affect his swing of the sword.

"My name is Miao Ge." Miao Ge answered honestly.

"He is from the Silver Gravel Clan," Brennan hurriedly explained, "You are the young master of the Ghost Blade Clan, you should know the innate skills of the Silver Gravel Clan, right?"

He was really going to be mad at Miao Ge, what would happen if he said one more word about his origin?

But then he thought of the fathers of the two young kings in front of him who died in a hurry, and they might not know the hidden information of the Silver Gravel Clan.

Just as he was about to open his mouth to explain again, he heard Evans say: "Of course we know. Miao Ge of the Silver Gravel Clan, I'm sorry that our first meeting is in such an occasion."

The training of heirs starts from childhood, not only to cultivate physical fitness, martial arts and cultural knowledge, but also to have a sense of the overall situation. These are all subtle training, not suddenly instilled before ascending the throne.

Therefore, after the heirs gradually become sensible, their elders will transmit some secret things to them bit by bit.

The reason why Brennan was the last person to be told before the hasty accession to the throne was mainly related to his personality. He was too jumpy and could not keep secrets.

The old king Duan Wenguang had always been worried about his son's personality. If he was gone in the future, how could he be worthy of the responsibility of the head of the clan? Therefore, many relatively secret things were not told to him in advance. He was afraid that he would not keep his mouth shut and go out and cause trouble.

However, no matter how worried he was, he had to tell it when it came to such a situation.

Brennan, a nobleman who had never worried about anything since he was a child, was suddenly strangled by the Emperor of Heaven and his father was brought to be questioned. He was already frightened and at a loss. After his father came back, he had no time to be happy, and was indoctrinated with a bunch of complicated and messy secrets. His head was confused. The next moment, he was entrusted with an important task, and then his father committed suicide...

This series of events was enough to make a person who was originally optimistic change his temperament drastically.

During that period, Brennan relied on Chi Tongyu's company and comfort to get through the difficult times and became the new king of the Duanwenguang tribe. He tried hard to imitate his father and buried his original self under his father's tombstone.

He thought he had concealed it well. When he traveled with Miaoge, he was still very good.

But after seeing those foreigners, everything seemed to have changed.

His proud martial arts were not worth mentioning, even Miaoge could not match; his calmness was thrown out of the window after knowing their true identities...

As for the later, Miaoge told him one secret after another... He felt that the mask of the king who was high above him seemed to be getting more and more unsustainable. Until he heard the familiar voice of his childhood friend, even before he saw him, his self-proclaimed cold heart began to collapse.

Hearing Evans say that he knew, Brennan's heart, which was almost crying, breathed a sigh of relief. It's good to know, otherwise he really couldn't popularize the secrets of other tribes with them in front of so many people. Although it was tacitly understood, it was a secret after all.

"Nice to meet you, Young Master Mingguang." Miao Ge greeted the figure gradually walking out of the darkness.

Evans sneered: "It's been a long time since anyone called me that. The Mingguang tribe has been destroyed..."

"The Mingguang tribe is still there." Miao Ge's voice was firm.

Evans was stunned, thinking that he was talking about himself and the Mingguang tribe. His expression eased and he looked at the boy gently. "Thank you."

"It's better to say less about the past." Garcia said this, but the sword in his hand had already dropped. "What is your purpose in coming here?"

Brennan glanced at the black cloaked man who was still vigilant around them.

"They are more reliable than you." Garcia looked at his hesitation coldly and said bluntly. "Why don't you let your red pupil feather turn off the fire first? With such a big light, are you afraid that it won't attract other people's attention?"

The wave of noise they just collided was not small. Garcia and his tribesmen not only paid attention to Brennan and his group, but also kept an eye on the periphery to see if anyone else had noticed them coming this way.

These people were still dragging their feet reminiscing about the past? What were they talking about? !

"Don't worry," Miaoge turned to Garcia again, "Before you started, I opened the barrier. Any movement here will not be noticed by the outside world."

Brennan couldn't bear to let Chi Tongyu dye and consume energy, so he turned off the fire, and heard Miaoge behind him say this. Curiously, "When did it happen?"

"Just a while before we stopped." Miaoge took out a white round ball from the pocket on his waist, like a glowing crystal ball, and held it in his hand.

That thing was probably not an ordinary item. The space that had just returned to darkness was illuminated by a soft white light. This light was not as bright as Chi Tongyu's fire, but the illumination range was farther, and the figure of Irene, who was originally standing in the dark, appeared.

"Is this Irene?" Miao Ge smiled at the little girl without surprise, "Someone has been looking for you for a long time."

"Who?" Irene asked subconsciously, and quickly covered her mouth and glanced at Evans' back.

"This is related to what we came here to talk about." Brennan quickly got back to the point, and recounted their encounter and separation with Lin Fan and others in as detailed and concise words as possible.

"You mean, there is a group of people who are actually foreign visitors, and together with the evil fruit, they want to pretend to be gods and sneak into the imperial capital, also to kill the emperor?" Evans felt that he had experienced a lot, and when he heard these words, he couldn't help but doubt his life.

"He killed his biological father..." Brennan wanted to correct him.

"Isn't that the Emperor of Heaven?" Evans knew that Brennan had always had a simple mind, so he habitually explained to him, "The child born by the little princess and the previous Emperor of Heaven must be from the Yanling Clan. Looking at the current situation in the imperial capital... In addition to the Emperor of Heaven, is there anyone more suitable for the Yanling Clan? With such a powerful person, how could he be hidden in the Yanling Clan and remain unknown?"

It makes sense, everyone thought.

"...But the Emperor of Heaven's talent is devouring?" Brennan scratched his head, "I've never heard of it! Didn't he inherit the old Emperor of Heaven's talent?"

"Never heard of it doesn't mean it doesn't exist." Garcia had been listening quietly since his subordinates reported the existence of the barrier. At this time, he said, "As far as I know, that bastard has never shown his talent outside."

"No one has seen him use his talent?" Evans frowned.

King Mingguang and that person are mortal enemies. For some information, he does not know as much as the Blood Blade Young Master who is far away in Huangtan.

"Is it possible?" Brennan was surprised. "But when we go to the battlefield to kill demons... can we not use our innate abilities?"

"Yes." Garcia nodded. "As long as we are absolutely strong enough, we don't have to use our abilities."

"You forgot!" Miaoge reminded Brennan. "Brother Antonio didn't use his innate abilities. He just smashed those undead with the sword in his hand."

Antonio used a gold lightsaber, which actually had an ability bonus, but in the eyes of Brennan and others, it was just a special weapon, just like the red pupil feather, which was not considered an innate ability.

Compared to the large-scale effects of Merlinier and Lu Xinyuan, Antonio really didn't use any abilities at all.

"In that case," Brennan swallowed his saliva, "since their target is the Emperor of Heaven, can we not do anything and just wait for the result?"

He had always thought that Lin Jian and his men were going to the imperial capital to disrupt the situation, reduce the power of the Emperor of Heaven's subordinates, and let the Emperor of Heaven distract his attention to support, thereby reducing the pressure on Evans and the others. Who knew that the target was the same. Then, can he and his friends reap the benefits?

After all, that crazy emperor killed people without using his superpowers. If he uses the devouring superpowers, they will be in great danger.

"We?" Evans wondered.

"Yes, I... I want to go with you..."

"No, you don't want to." Evans interrupted him, "Don't forget your responsibilities, you still have your people, you are the King Duan Wenguang."

Brennan was stunned, yes, he still has his people.

But Garcia refused coldly. "Waiting for others to avenge the extermination of the clan is not the style of my Ghost Blade Clan."

"Yes," Evans also laughed, "Such a deep blood feud, how can I just watch others kill him to relieve my hatred, I must cut off his head with my own hands and sacrifice it to my whole clan. When you go back, protect your people. No matter what the result of this battle is, it has nothing to do with you."

Brennan was sad.

"Well, I understand." He sighed, "I wish you good luck. If you need help... you know my mansion."

Evans looked at him with a smile, tucked his sleeves in his hands: "Go, protect yourself. See you after the dust settles."

Brennan's eyes were sore, and he pulled the reins to turn the horse's head and was about to leave.

"Wait a minute." Garcia suddenly called him. "Although the possibility is not great, I still want to ask, maybe you know there is an entrance to a secret passage nearby?"