Persian Assassin: Dance of the Prisoners

The reborn god left behind a long trail of blood under the robe that dragged the ground.

I don't know if it is someone else's or his own.

Then he turned back, stared down at me as if he had stood in a sea of ​​flames all those years ago, and held out his hand to me.His hands were bleeding.

I broke away from Ishkad violently, and rushed towards the flames, as if I was rushing to a world that I hadn't had time to cross many years ago.

The ladder was only a few steps away, and it seemed out of reach.

I desperately rushed over, like a butterfly going to the fire after years of hard cocooning, I flew towards the most blazing heart of flame, even if he would burn me to pieces.

tbc

Chapter 62 [LXII] Lingering to death (high energy)

I hugged his body, and heard the sound of crossbow shooting from behind the wind. When I turned around, I saw Ishkad's figure flashed and plunged into the water. "Ishkad!" I exclaimed, my neck was tightly hooked, my shoulders sank, and my cheeks were wet.

Blood drenched his chest, and the wound seemed to be open again.

There was a throbbing pain in my heart, and in a trance, I felt that I was hugging his sick body many years ago, subconsciously supported him with my shoulders, and walked step by step into the brightly lit corridor, as if stepping into the memories of the past.He really relaxed and lay on my back, the weight made my numb lower body go limp, and I almost half-kneeled on the ground.

The waist was suddenly hugged tightly by a hand, and the body was lightened, and the whole person was hugged horizontally.The cold mask was pressed against my face, with scorched lips underneath.The black eyelashes seem to cover my entire vision, and I can't escape even a little bit.

"Put me down...I can walk by myself." This gesture of holding a child made me feel embarrassed.I tied my tongue and tried to push him away, but my whole body went limp like drowning.

"I won't let go." He whispered next to my ear, his arms tightened even more, like a cursed shackle, locking me firmly.

At this time, a series of footsteps came from far to near, it was another pair of guards, but no one stopped us, and they all let him go in a respectful manner and let us pass through.

At the end of the corridor is the Emperor's inner sanctum.

The entire hall was empty, the crimson carpet seemed to be soaked in blood, and the mirror corridors on both sides reflected the chilling and silent moonlight.Comparing with the hustle and bustle of fighting not far away, this place is quiet and terrifying, like a grand and magnificent cemetery, under the resplendent appearance, there are countless bones that have been covered for many years.

The golden chair stood high on the high platform of the throne, like a dormant lion in the candlelight.I stopped and watched him ascend the throne slowly, like an elegant and serious animal trainer, with his slender hands flat on the chair handle carved into lion's claws, controlling it in the palm of his hand.

He didn't wear a crown on his head, and he was dressed in a night-like black robe, with only the metal mask as an accessory, but he was already a king who looked down on all living beings.

Had he been my king, I would have knelt down and kissed his ring, overwhelmed by his majesty.

But I was born a Persian, and when I die, I will only be loyal to my king and the god of light in this life. Not even Flaviz can change this-not even the emperor of Rome.

I stood there by myself, and suddenly felt that the few steps I took just a moment ago became the horizon again. We are facing each other between the thrones, separated by a distance that can never be shortened, and we are extremely far apart.Reason reminded me that I should leave in time, but every part of my body, even my breathing hair, was controlled by the intense emotions in my heart.

"Ah Thien. Come here, come to my side."

He stared at me, and his gentle and unquestionable whisper was like a haunting magic voice, prompting me to lift my lead-filled feet and step on the steps.I didn't know when my shoes fell off, and as soon as my bare feet touched the steps, the coldness penetrated into the marrow of my bones.I came to him and stood there frozen, facing him right next to him.

The throne seemed to be a barrier, and for a moment I didn't dare to get too close, but he bent down, picked up a cord hanging from my belt, and pulled me closer.

The already thin robe was loosened in an instant and slid down from the shoulders. I didn't have time to grab it, and there was only a belt hanging around my waist, barely covering my lower body.

With my heart beating to my throat, I took a step back subconsciously, and a force pulled me into the flexible and powerful arms.The rich aroma mixed with the smell of blood rushed into my nostrils, lest I hurt him, I didn't dare to struggle, and my whole body froze involuntarily.

"Don't move, I just want to hug you." He buried his head in my neck, his thick long hair flowed on my bare skin, and hugged my waist tightly, making me have to sit astride on his lap.His breath was like a stream of magma, instantly melting my frozen heart, and even shedding tears seemed to be an easy task.

My eyes were a little wet, I took a deep breath of his body odor, and absorbed the long-lost breath in my memory: "Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

I tried my best to suppress it, but my voice was still trembling with sobs.

I opened my mouth and wanted to call his name, but I didn't know whether to call him "Julianz" or "Flavitz"—he was the closest person to me, and also the strangest person to me.

He touched the back of my neck, opened his palms, and embedded his fingers in my hair like tangled vines: "I'm worried that you will run away again."

I watched him speechless, raised a hand and touched the mask carefully.

This time he didn't stop me and let me take it off.The moment the face under the mask came into view, the missing memories of last night filled my brain with a strong sense of shame, and I stood up and left his legs.Kneeling on the throne, the chromium hurts.Now, to me he's more of a "Julianus".

"What's the matter, your face is so ugly?" He squinted his eyes, raised his head and leaned on the back of the chair, with a strange charm branded between his brows, "You don't like my appearance? I used to look better?"

Yuriyans' tone seemed a little disappointed.

"No... I don't care about appearances." I explained awkwardly, like a errant child, "I'm just not sure it's true."

He raised his lips and smiled.The smile blended into the whole face, but it matched the appearance deeply engraved in my mind.

"Then you touch me." The wrist was gently grabbed, placed on his cheek, and stroked.My palm caressed his mountain-like high nose bridge, moist hot lips, passed over Adam's apple, and reached his chest.There was silence, I touched and touched in disbelief, and he clasped his hands tightly into his arms.

A shadow dimmed the candlelight, his lips felt hot, and the tip of his tongue was caught between his teeth and sucked.

The chest in the palm rises and falls, as if a dead thing is gradually waking up and glowing with vitality.I pressed it carefully, expecting to feel its more powerful beating, but he grabbed my hand and moved it down.The palm was rubbed by tight and fine muscles, and landed on a mass of pulsating burning objects.

My wrist flicked suddenly.

"I'm not sure you're back, what should I do...Little Cupid?" He lowered his head and leaned into my ear, whispering the nickname he gave me in the past hypnotically.As if I had been cursed by Medusa, my whole body was petrified.The belt was undone and slid down the hips to the ankles, and I knelt on top of him, stripped naked.

"Kiss me." The hot air blows into my ears and eyes, it seems to be an order, but also like a temptation.

The chest was tightly pressed against him, separated by a layer of fabric, which was as hot as a branding iron. Sweat dripped down my chin, fell onto his bright red lips, and was sucked away delicately.

"My little Cupid, I miss you so much."

The roots of his ears trembled from his words, and there was a sudden rain in his head, causing blood to rush up.

I stood up, held my breath, touched his thin lips hesitantly, and was clasped by the back of his head.The tip of the hot tongue penetrated between the teeth and kissed deeply, as if trying to find out my sincerity, to melt the ice wall I have built over the years, to capture and plunder my softest opening.

Pressing his genitals, there was a moment of fire between the legs, a hot stream shot up from the lower abdomen, the stomach shrank slightly, I couldn't help but react, the buttocks were still aching.The sound of fighting not far away was clearly audible, and I realized that he wanted me here...on the throne.

Nervously rushing to my throat, I grabbed his arm: "Yuriyans!"

"Call me Flaviets." His voice was hoarse.

The moment I raised my eyes to meet his, I couldn't even utter a word.Intertwined eyelashes and feathers with him, rubbing ears and temples together, it just feels like a lifetime away.

"Flavitz..."

He said it like a demon, his heart was hot, and his voice choked up.

The hands on my waist swam across my spine like plucking the strings of a piano, arousing trembling sensations like sparks.His body was as limp as a bone, and he grabbed his legs and laid them horizontally on the seat.I lay my head on his palm, naked, curled up in his arms like a child.The candlelight gilded his silhouette with a layer of gold, making him appear unreal.

I reached out and clenched his robe tightly, afraid that the figure in front of me would disappear like in a dream.

He took advantage of the situation and fell down, wrapping me in his arms. The black robe was like a shadow covering the sky, blocking my eyes, trapping my heart, taking away my light, and binding me to the god of love just like back then under one step.I felt panic, like an eagle that had escaped from the cage and was imprisoned by its wings, struggling in vain in this invisible shackle.

Perhaps I have never really flown out of that temple in so many years, and I have never left Flaviz. This name traps me everywhere, traps my soul, and is a curse that even the God of Light cannot wash away.

The nipple was licked by his mouth, and a stream of numbness spread out, sweet and humiliating.I bit my lips forbearance, bent my neck and suppressed my voice.

The head slides off the seat and the whole world turns upside down.The flames and gunpowder smoke in the distance pass through the colored windows, rubbing in my eyes thick and mottled, just like the scene in my head.

There seemed to be a figure behind the window. I blinked, but I couldn't see who it was. I just felt as if I was witnessing the fire in the temple. My heart was palpitating and I couldn't breathe.He grabbed one leg and put it on the neck, and the crotch was forced to be wide open and exposed under his eyelids.In a trance, I feel like the lyre that used to be with him, which is controlled by him between his fingers, and he can play the music he wants to hear with a light flick.

But I was originally a sharp bow and arrow, so I shouldn't be in such a docile and submissive posture.

A hot flow from the nipples to the lower abdomen drove me to tense my back, close my eyes, clenched my fists, and remained motionless.

What I am facing is an enemy that is more difficult to deal with than thousands of troops. He is the devil and god who tempted me.

"Don't be so nervous..." A finger slid across the waistline, but the cold ring left a fiery trail, reaching directly between the legs, "You will make me unable to control myself even more. Look at me, Ah Thien."

He ordered.My cheeks seemed to be scorched, and I barely supported my neck.

He looked down at me condescendingly, hiding in his eyes the raging fire on the wilderness, burning from the belly to the heels of the legs, and reaching the gully behind the buttocks.He took off the black robe slowly and laid it on my sweaty back.

The lean and slender waist was exposed, and the dormant monster stood upright, clinging to my slightly half-boobed penis, as if declaring to show off its power.

The thought of it having entered the body once hit my nerves like lightning.I resisted, fell under the throne, stood up and wanted to escape, but my body was pulled back by a pair of arms, and he turned over and pressed on the back of the chair.His back was leaning against the cold gold relief, and his front was naked to his chest, as if welded together.

"You already belong to me... It's too late to regret it, I won't give you a second chance to escape. Ah Suin, it's time for you to fulfill your promise." He lowered his head and whispered against my nose, In a tone never seen before.It is no longer a temptation, but a sentence, like taking a poisonous oath.

I suddenly remembered the oath I made holding his corpse that day——he heard it.

It never occurred to me that those words were not just lies that I regret, but true prophecies.

The beating heart seemed to be captured by one hand.While I was stunned, my waist and hips were held in the air, and my legs were pushed away by his knees, I was caught off guard by his fingers.He expanded very slowly, stirring gently, but he didn't flinch at all, like prying open a shriveled clam, reaching for the fragile and tender meat core.

There was a delicate sucking sound coming from below, it was unbearable, the hole-mouth tightly held his slender fingers, devouring every inch of his knuckles, the raised ring slid across the inner wall, arousing a burst of dull pain Itchy.

I grabbed Flaviz's wrist suddenly, but didn't dare to look up.As if punishing me for making a mistake back then, he nibbled on my earlobe: "You know the taste after only doing it once?"

Shame exploded from the invaded place to my whole body, but I suddenly became stiff, and the joints of my whole body were stiff like rust, and sweat leaked out of every pore.

"Ah Thien, you miss me, don't you?" His lips overflowed with wet and messy panting, he pulled out his finger that violated me, and traced the line of my buttocks along the spine: "Bite so tightly, how will I get in later?"

There was a faint smile in my ear, and I hurriedly raised my limp hand to cover his mouth, trembling all over from being stimulated by the vile words.My reaction seemed to make him more excited, his whole body was hugged against the back of the chair, he bent down, picked up one of my legs, and slowly straightened his waist, his genitals like an angry python were completely inserted into my body .

"Get out..." I was caught off guard, trembling like a convulsion, curled up reflexively, trying to escape the huge object that was forced into my body.

The head was turned away, the chin was pinched, and they were facing him.

The long and narrow brows and eyes were dyed with emotion, and the scorching breath wove into an invisible spider web, which bound me tightly, almost suffocating.

I instinctively groped under my body like a drowning man, and touched the root of his fine pubic hair. I felt it was as thick as a human wrist, filled with an inhuman heat, and seemed to be full of those years of desire. The longing that cannot be obtained is deeply rooted in the pursuit.

He sucked my lips, pinched my waist, straightened my waist, seemed to pick clam beads in my body, along the inner wall, polished my sensitive spots, and squeezed a little bit of joy from the almost tearing pain.This joy was quickly sent to the whole body by the blood, and injected into the bone marrow, filling those unforgettable cracks to the brim.

The body shook uncontrollably, getting faster and faster, like a beautiful and painful punishment.The soul squeezed out of the body, flew high into the sky, was dragged down by the suddenly increased force below him, nailed to the ground, and was thrown into the air again and again, but was always tightly locked by a chain, held in his palm .

"Flavitz..." I couldn't bear to open my mouth to breathe, my body couldn't find the center of gravity, I slid down from the back of the chair a few times, and was hurt by the concave and convex carvings, so I instinctively hooked his waist.

His breathing suddenly sank, and a restless moan escaped from his chest. He put my legs on his shoulders, knelt straight and pushed me onto the back of the chair, sprinting fiercely like a loaded crossbow.The buttocks were smashed like mud, and the sticky sweet liquid dripped down the buttocks to the tailbone, wriggling like a poisonous snake.

Waves of heat were sent deep into his body by him, the abdomen twitched slightly, the heat was unbearable, layers of thick and fine pleasure followed his convulsions like waves, pouring down the bone marrow like whipping, Destroy the mind into a mess.The sound of fighting from far away faded away, and the empty hall reverberated with the lustful sound of copulation.

My gaze rose and fell with my body, looking at the intertwined figures reflected in the mirror corridor, I was surrounded by a looming fear, as if I had returned to the pornographic cave I was in when I was a child, and witnessed those who were controlled by desire. The people raped my companions.Flavius ​​seemed to be able to see into my consciousness, his lips covered my eyelids, and his conquest in my body became more and more violent.The hallucination was instantly annihilated by the raging climax, I spasmed violently, and ejaculated one after another.The semen sprayed on Flaviz's chest and cheeks, and even his eyelashes splashed a few drops, precariously.

The momentary blankness in my mind made me forget my shame, and I wiped it for him in a daze.

He lowered his eyes as if smiling, and happily lowered his head to lick and suck my filth. His red lips were thin and tight, as elegant as tasting the dew on the petals. His lower body slowly withdrew from my body, but it was still full- In a hideous state.A wisp of fluid ran down my buttocks, and I clamped my legs together in embarrassment and closed my eyes.

In a daze, the limp body was wrapped in a black robe and hugged, and fell into the wet and hot embrace.His energy seemed to be completely crushed, and he was overwhelmed by exhaustion.

Chapter 63 [LXIII] Bathtub Warmth

In a daze, the whole body seemed to be immersed in hot water.A lot of the tiredness evaporated with the sweat. I woke up from the lethargy, and my eyes were full of lingering white mist, surrounded by endless night, like stars dotted on the gauze.For a moment, I had the illusion that I had fallen into a dream again, and I was in the hot spring of the temple many years ago.

There is a soaring fire burning in the coastal area, as if it can burn the entire sea, and turn the incoming waves into a bloody red.It was the cruise ship that performed the "Battle of Troy".

It was the night of the power grab for Yulyans...Flavitz.

History always seems to repeat itself repeatedly. From the ancient centuries to the present, imperial power is always based on fratricide, conspiracy to assassinate and the sacrifice of countless people.Court disputes are far more dangerous and difficult to prevent than fighting on the battlefield. If I can't help myself, I will choose to stay away from the government for life.

The flames danced in my eyes, and I couldn't help but think of Ishkad and the others.Damn, just thinking about Flaviz and forgetting about everything else!Did they... leave Rome?I hurriedly propped up my body and looked into the distance, but my lower body was as heavy as lead.His waist suddenly tightened, and he was pulled into a pair of arms.

"Flavitz... why... are you still here? Aren't you going to clean up the mess?" I was startled, and then my buttocks were touched by a slippery hard object, and my whole body froze.His back was encircled by his arms, clinging to his marble-smooth and hard chest.He rested his head on my shoulder, rubbing his lips gently against my cheek.

"The Praetorian Guards and a few elders will take care of these things... They have collected enough gold coins from me."

"Then..." I took a deep breath, and it was difficult to utter the words, "The throne belongs to you?"

He smiled: "How can you ask such a silly thing? My poor cousin has no heirs, and my only competitor has been eliminated by your little trick, hasn't he?"

His tone was full of approval, even a kind of pampering, which reminded me of his praise after he had just learned to recite "The Collection of Lamentations".

This made me suddenly feel a kind of embarrassment-after all, I am no longer a child.

"At that time, you acted so well that even my cousin was fooled. If I hadn't seen your fangs and claws, I would probably have thought you were a docile kitten." He scooped up a handful Water was poured on my chest, and my hand scratched my chin by the way, just like teasing a cat.

I froze for a moment, and the hairs all over my body stood up: "Don't... don't treat me like this."

abnormal.A villain in my heart yelled secretly, and was immediately strangled to death by me.

"Then what should I do to you? Like before?" He licked my earlobe affectionately, and touched my leg with one hand to caress wantonly, "Too gentle, how can I catch you, how can I conquer you? You are so wild and unruly... ..."

My legs were weak, and I was so ashamed under his teasing. I instinctively supported the edge of the pool and climbed up. He easily grabbed one ankle and dragged me back. The python-like body tightly entangled me.His knees drove straight into my legs, forcing me to kneel on the wall of the pool, dripping wet.

The abdomen was swollen, as if filled with his semen.

"No... don't come again!"

My back suddenly sank, and I struggled in confusion. I lowered my head and glanced between my legs, and saw a huge snake-shaped object sticking to the bottom of my penis.He knelt up and hugged my waist tightly, hugged me to his lap, kissed my neck carefully, kneaded and played with my nipples with one hand.

The numbness like sparks hit the whole body, the muscles and bones immediately seemed to melt into water, and the defense was lost, allowing him to penetrate from below as soon as he stood up, holding my buttocks and bumping quickly like riding a horse.

The body was already a wet and soft swamp, and he immediately smashed out the juice.His legs trembled, and his legs slid away weakly, revealing the unbearable scene of being attacked by him between his buttocks.I hurriedly closed my legs, but he grabbed one calf and put it on my abdomen, and held my erection with the other hand, deliberately slowed down the speed under my body, and thrusted in a simple way.

The thin scales are like countless enchanting tentacles poking through the inner wall, and countless small sparks are ignited by the male power filling the body, exploding themselves, but they can't poke the vital point.

A huge lust that I couldn't ask for filled my stomach, I opened my mouth and gasped for breath, my eyes were blurred by tears for a moment, and intermittent groans overflowed from my throat.

"Do you love me, Ah Suin?" He murmured coaxingly, his Adam's apple was rolling against my cheek, his breath was hot and moist, and the attack from the back and forth under his body became more and more wanton, forcing me to be lustful. Unit, "Answer me."

The last bit of patience was also crushed, my lips trembled violently, and I could only breathe heavily.

"Answer me." He lowered his voice, inserted his genitals to the bottom, and held my palm tightly.

"answer me……"

The joy of extinction is like a collapsing mountain falling down on me.

"Aha...ah...Flavitz...I..."

I raised my neck and choked up suppressed sobs, almost fainted, but I couldn't figure out whether I answered or not.

What followed in the memory of that night was only the seemingly endless orgasm and his tight embrace, trapping me in it, and sucking in the bottomless dream.In a daze, I don't know if it was a hallucination, but the question was still repeated over and over again persistently.

Chapter 64 [XLIV] Catching Wind and Shadow

(This chapter is from the perspective of Ishkad x Arshak)

The firelight spilled into the dark cabin through the window, attracting the eyes of the young man who just woke up from a deep sleep.He sat up, dragged the shackles that bound his feet, pushed open the hatch, and walked to the deck.

What broke into the sight was the soaring fire in the distance, and a cruise ship was burning like a legendary flamingo against the palace by the sea, dyeing the sea like the sunset glow on the evening sky.

What a beautiful scenery...

The young man couldn't help admiring from the bottom of his heart. He admired the figures fighting in the flames, and a series of giggling burst out of his throat.He raised his fine white and beautiful toes as if dancing, and his steps were still light in the chains, his body was like a seductive elf.Perhaps it is due to nature, he loves the beauty of destruction, as if he can find some kind of release and freedom from it.

What is more worthy of celebration is that a major change must have taken place in Rome, and he has no time to take care of himself. He doesn't have to go to Rome anymore.As long as you don't lose your way, don't humiliate Cheng Huan involuntarily, and stay by that person's side.

that person.

When will you be back?Will you come back?

He lowered his eyelids, looking at his ups and downs reflection on the undulating sea, falling into the night when he first met that person.It was a sudden chaos.

"There are bandits! Hurry up and protect His Royal Highness to leave!"

With a loud roar, the frightened neighing of horses came from afar, followed by the sound of metal and stone clashing with swords, which suddenly split the long silent night.

The carriage jolted violently, waking him up from the drunken stupor.

What's wrong?He propped up his limp and boneless body, and opened the curtain in a daze.Yellow sand was flying across the vast desert, and the escorting team was in disarray. Several black shadows approached from all sides like a storm. If it weren't for the firelight they held in their hands, he would have mistakenly thought that they were attacking them by a pack of wild wolves .

Looking at the graceful figure rushing towards him at the forefront, for some reason, there was no trace of fear in his heart, but a trace of expectation, as if waiting for a fateful encounter.

The curling mist from the chimney in his hand blurred a small corner of the scenery outside the car window, but he suddenly felt that it was his entire future world.

"Your Highness! Please sit still! Don't fall!"

The car body shook violently, turned like an old man in another direction with difficulty, staggered, and was overtaken by that figure in an instant.Hearing a scream, the whole world was turned upside down. He lost his center of gravity and stepped on the ground, and fell into the rough and hot gravel.

Turning over with difficulty, the black figure on the tall horse covered his sight like a dark cloud.The man was covered with a mask and a turban, and only a pair of black eyes were exposed on his entire face, sharp as lightning.

This gaze seems to have pierced into his heart in an instant, leaving an indelible mark on his soul.

He raised his eyelids to look at the person without fear, and at the same time caught a trace of surprise in the other person's eyes.

——It’s amazing.

At that time, he thought confidently and even conceitedly, until he met the handsome young man with blue eyes similar to himself, he suddenly realized that he was completely wrong.

It's just someone else's shadow.

Even the tenderness towards him that night was all for catching wind and shadow.

The young man caressed the corners of his eyes, tracing the lines of his eyes.His expression completely fell into the eyes of another person, causing her to feel a little bit of pity.I have served this little prince for more than ten years and raised him, but I have never seen this kind of look on this weak but persevering child.

Even when he was tied up naked in the underground palace and lived a life of darkness and confinement, he never felt so sad.

"His Royal Highness... Now, leave now. I have tried a way to pry open the shackles."

Elena lowered her voice and held the young man's shoulders.His body was thin and slender, as if it was finely carved out of ivory, but the posture of turning his head made people worry that this beauty would be damaged.

There was a faint blush in the corner of his eyes, and his eyelashes trembled slightly: "Irina...their task is completed, and they will be back tonight. I will wait for him."

She smelled a smell of fear, shook her hands, and shouted at him like a distressed mother: "Come back? What if you come back? Do you think they will really take us back to Persia? Maybe it will be us tonight." The time of your death! Your Royal Highness, let me break the shackles for you, please run away quickly!"

As she spoke, she took out an iron nail that had been pried off from the hull, and leaned over, but the young man took a few steps back ungratefully, leaning against the side of the ship's mast, raised his delicate chin, and grinned: "Escape? Where are you going? Go back to Armenia to enjoy the glory and wealth, to be that humiliated prince obediently? That is not my home, it is my cage!"

Hot tears fell on the back of his hand.Yi Lianna raised her head in a daze, and saw the young man was still smiling, his eyes were as bright as morning stars: "I am an orphan who was bought into the palace from the slave market, and I am a piece of duckweed wherever I go, so why should I run away?" ? Irina...at least there is someone here that I want to follow for the rest of my life..."

"Arsaq..."

She took a suffocating breath, lowered her head helplessly, and let her hands hang loosely to the ground.

"Wow--"

Suddenly there was a sound of water coming out of the stern.

A burst of uneasiness and ecstasy surged in his chest, Arshak looked around, and suddenly saw two figures climbing up from under the boat with support, his heart clenched again.He staggered over and almost fell to the ground because of his eagerness.

At this moment, he saw a figure standing up and throwing the other to the ground. The support turned into a fight in an instant, and the muffled sound of punches to the flesh was clearly audible, mixed with the low hiss of the other person.

The outline of the figure against the firelight made him distinguish that the one who was beaten was Ishkad, while the other one was not Ahruin, but a man as strong as himself.

He remembered that that person was a ruthless character of this legion, Tatu.

"Enough, what are you doing!?"

He screamed instinctively, and rushed over to pull away the two who were fighting hard, but was knocked aside by a force.Ishkad just glanced at him coldly, took a mouthful of blood foam, wiped his mouth, and propped up his body, not intending to fight another person.

As soon as he stood up, Arshak realized that he had been shot by an arrow on his shoulder blade, and the blood soaked his entire back, but he seemed to be unaware, staring at the direction of the fireboat without moving, and his naked upper body was covered by the flames. Layers of faint luster, like a bronze sculpture.

"Ah Lian is crazy, so you are crazy with him?!" Tatu restrained his habitual recklessness, the dark muscles on his upper body were protruding, and his whole person was like a raging black panther, "I want to go alone Go in and rescue him? Commander, am I dreaming? You don’t know what happened before the riot tonight, maybe only the two of us can make it to Persia! We’re done! We’re done!”

Hearing this, there was a trace of emotion on that expressionless face: "Tatu, what did you say?"

"Last night, someone falsely passed on a secret order and lured us to the underground arena in your name. There, we fell into an ambush that had been set up long ago. I escaped only by arriving late." Tatu gritted his teeth , "It was the group of barbarians around Yulyans who did it."

Arshak saw Ishkad's face turned livid for a moment, and a kind of horror broke the man's leader's calmness, so that his voice trembled a little: "How can you admit your mistake? How can you not deal with a group of barbarians?"

"It was Altaïr who sent the letter." Tatu spit out a few words expressionlessly: "It was written in cuneiform, and the inscription was a special code in the Legion. When I tore up the letter, I smelled a fragrance. I didn't Pay attention, thinking about it now, it's like the Indian 'Shiva incense', which works only on warriors."

He tore open the front of his shirt, and several deep bloodstains criss-crossed across his chest: "If I hadn't bled the wound in time, I'm afraid it would have fallen into their hands now."

"He figured that you would tear up the secret letter to keep it secret. The poison must be hidden in the ink used to write the letter."

Ishkad's eyes sank, and the veins on his forehead twitched.Such an insidious trap, such a meticulous mind... Only then did he truly realize the horror of the opponent he was facing.

What kind of curse did this guy cast on Ah Suyin to make him lose his mind?

"What should I do now? If I just go back like this, I won't dare to hand in a job." Tatu gritted his teeth and smiled, spreading his hands, his face full of resignation.

The stone-like figure in the darkness was silent for a while: "You go to rest first, and I will make a plan to get them out."

"Call me when you need it." The person on the other side took a few steps back, punched the mast hard, and said to himself: "This Ah Suin, I thought he was a man early in the morning. Disaster water, but I don't believe it!"

Arshak suddenly heard the sound of cracking knuckles, and the black pupils in the darkness were frighteningly sharp.The fist clenched so tightly that it turned white seemed to be holding his heart, and blood dripped from the rubbing, and even breathing hurt.

"Why, your little beauty ran away with the enemy, Commander?" For some reason, a desire to deliberately stab the opponent arose.He leaned closer and sneered sharply.

The palms around his neck were pinched like iron clamps, and he felt as if he was suffocating, but he purposely grinned wider.Staring at this man close at hand, it was as if he was using his obsessive eyes to explore his flaws, touch his broken wounds, and then simply dig deeper, so that he would suffer along with him.

The body was dragged and thrown into the cabin, and the iron chains tied to the feet were tied to the corner of the table, with the crotch wide open.

The hand on the neck was suddenly released, and before he could take a breath, there was the sound of cloth being torn from the lower body.With a strong impact, the hot hard object broke into the body heavily, and it hit violently in a venting style.

The tearing pain hit his whole body, making his eyes black and trembling all over, but he deliberately twisted his waist and hips to meet him, and tightly wrapped his hands around the opponent's explosive body like a black panther.

Ishkad lowered his head, the sweat dripping from his chin dripped on the eyes of the person below him, staining the corners of the other person's eyes red, showing a desolate and charming charm.It's not this person... He stared at the pair of green pupils, which were moist inside, without a layer of ice like that person's, so he could easily see through to the end, but he could capture some similar emotions.

— like his