Ultimate Assassin System

Another year on the Bran Gregorian calendar is coming to an end. It was originally a troubled year with complicated situations, but at the end of winter, it suddenly became strangely quiet. ?. .

The most powerful barbarian army did not pursue the victory and invade the northern hinterland of Bran in one fell swoop. Instead, after occupying the border of Bran, they gathered back their forces and carried out extensive construction projects to consolidate their territory, which seemed a bit unprogressive.

Bran's army, which was retreating steadily, took this opportunity to stabilize its decline. However, because it lost its border defense line, it was now almost impossible to defend, and it was unclear whether to advance or retreat. In the end, most of them gathered their forces and retreated into the peripheral towns on the border. Like the barbarian army on the opposite side, they urgently repaired the city wall and faced off between the north and the south.

After several days of bloody battles with the invading barbarians, the gray-clothed troops at the rear were not seriously injured, but they were also seriously damaged. Under the watchful eye of Bran's army on the periphery, it seems that they have plans to recuperate and recuperate, and they also converge their forces and do not gather together.

In addition to the three forces on the battlefield, the only one that can get on the stage is the Temple of Light. In fact, the temple also participated in this war, such as the priests who joined Bran's army to treat wounded soldiers, and the elite team that formed its own system to hunt down wild cults and heretics on the battlefield. They have been advancing and retreating with Bran's army.

However, what we are talking about here is the temple forces that have not participated in the war. Among them, the Southern Temple Association naturally has nothing to say, and the turmoil here does not involve that side. As for the Northern Temple forces, that's not good. Because of Tang En's disaster and the disapproval of the Gray Army, the influence of the temple in the north has long been reduced, so much so that they are now unable to encircle and suppress the opposing Protestant religion established by a group of clergy who betrayed the temple. The two sides fought in circles across the vast land in the north, but not only did they not decide the winner, but things went wrong, causing the temple's prestige to fall to the bottom again... Of course, the latter was just a small fight now. The influence only spreads over a small area. So overall, after the chaos of successive battles, Bran rarely enjoyed a short period of peace before the New Year.

But everyone knows that such peaceful days will not last long. Like the calm sea before a storm. All it takes is one breaking point to immediately set off huge waves and break this delicate balance. Trouble the world again.

As for who this breaking point falls on? Where will it detonate? Then no one knows. But what is certain is that this young man and woman, who have been traveling for several days and traveling more than a thousand miles, definitely have the potential to become a trigger...

The day before yesterday, I said I could arrive yesterday, and yesterday I said I could arrive today... In the morning, I said I would arrive in time for lunch at noon. Now, you are talking about a picnic - Tang, eh! Are you from the Gray Army? Do you know about the Gray Army? Where is the territory?”

Uh, I don't know.

I don't know if you still... huh? Don't know? I'll scratch you to death...

Calm down, calm down! Look ahead, there is a farm there. If you really don't want to have a picnic, we can pay to borrow a meal...

Where did the farm come from in front...Twain! This, no, is, important... I know, I know, but the point is that I have been away from the station for a long time. I really don't know where the Gray Army is now... …Besides, you said you wanted to walk slowly because you wanted to see Bran’s customs and customs, otherwise we would have arrived by now…”

Huh... So, I was wrong?

How can that be impossible...although it is indeed true.

...I think it's time to call Grandpa Bamutu down for review.

Ahem... Although the facts are correct, after thinking about it, the main responsibility is still my fault. I was wrong.

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This is why the situation is stronger than the person!

On the mountain road, Tang En, who was sincerely apologizing, sighed in his heart and couldn't help but feel depressed.

I really don’t blame him for this. When Tang En left the station and went to the capital, the gray-clothed army was still wandering around Shiwanda Mountain. Now that several months have passed, who knows where Frey and the others have fought... ...Twain now only knows that their general direction is correct. If you go this way, you can definitely reach the Gray Army's station. But if you want to ask for the exact location, sorry, you can basically rely on blindness.

This also made Lansha very depressed. At first, she said that she wanted to see Bran's customs and customs, but their route basically did not pass through the city and only traveled in the wild mountains. In this way, how can you see any local customs? It would be nice if you could find a small farm. Most of the time you can only see the mountains... And Lansha has been in the Northern Wilderness tribe for so many years, has he not seen enough mountains and rivers?

For a moment, after Tang En assured her that the Gray Army's garrison was not far away, and that he could take her there immediately if he found out the exact information about the farm, he coaxed Lan Sha, who had no commander-in-chief temperament after leaving the army, to settle down.

As for Bamutu, he hid his figure again not long after entering the hinterland of Bran, saying that he was tired of the Bran masters who didn't bother him much. However, in Tang En's opinion, it is true that this old guy was afraid of provoking Wooding and was beaten again and fled in embarrassment...

If you lie to me again this time, huh... Lansha pushed up his glasses and squinted hard to look forward, humming an unspoken threat.

Okay, the farm is right in front, but your eyes... After a pause, Tang En shivered subconsciously when he looked at the sudden cold light on his lenses, and then changed the subject with a discerning eye, Your eyes are too normal. Oh! Only a pervert like me can see further, haha... Damn it, was that murderous intention just now? ! As for...

I have to say that Tang En still doesn't understand women well enough. Any beautiful woman is a combination of narcissism and insatiability, especially when it comes to her own appearance. On the one hand, I feel that I am perfect enough, but on the other hand, I am extremely troubled by the minor flaws in my body. Even if they are inconspicuous, I always think of ways to cover them up and change them.

Lansha is also a woman, so naturally she is no exception. If Lansha was not confident enough about himself, it would definitely be his naturally short-sighted eyes. Since it is a weakness, of course I don’t want others to mention it. Especially when this person is Tang En, especially when he is about to arrive at the Gray Clothes Army...

In fact, Tang En really did not deceive Lansha this time. There was indeed a farm ahead. It's just that ordinary people can't see it yet. Only a trained and keen eye like Tang En can detect it in advance.

A moment later, when the small farm with the mountains on its back came into Lansha's field of vision. Tang En narrowed his sharp eyesight, but his feet stopped and he frowned slightly.

What's wrong?

I saw something that wasn't very good. Tang En touched his nose, raised his hand and pointed at the farm, There is a flagpole erected outside. There is a... well, a human head hanging on it, if you read it correctly. Lan Sha is not an ordinary woman. With a wave of her hand, there are thousands of tigers and wolves willing to die on the battlefield. Of course, a mere human head cannot scare the opponent.

Slightly stunned, Lan Sha really didn't have a special look on his face. Instead, he subconsciously raised his eyebrows and analyzed: Bandit? Or a deserter?

These are undoubtedly the two most likely situations. There are many bandits and bandits in the north. This is a well-known thing. Now with the added disaster of war, some scattered deserters may come out to cause trouble.

However, Tang En squinted his eyes for a moment and shook his head slightly: It shouldn't be the case. There is still smoke inside the farm, and there are no vultures or crows circling in the sky... Well, it's hard to say.

Then let's go and take a look. Lan Sha simply walked towards the farm.

Tang En shrugged. Naturally, I have no objection.

Soon, as the distance got closer and closer, first the smoke, then the flagpole erected on the outside of the farm and the round objects hanging on it swinging like a pendulum came into clear view of the two people. Tang En was not wrong. It was indeed a human head. And it must have been hanging for a while, as the head obviously showed signs of drying.

There were a few children playing below, looking up at the heads at the top of the flagpole, as if they were arguing about something, but they didn't feel scared. However, when Tang En and the others approached, several adults quickly walked out of the farm, cursing and quickly taking the children back.

Seeing this, Lansha shook his head and smacked his lips and said: Tsk, I didn't expect that the customs here in Bran are so strong. There are children and farmers, so naturally this farm cannot be destroyed by deserters and bandits. . In this way, the heads hanging outside are more like the sturdy customs that Lan Sha said. Well, it seems like a unique decoration.

But of course Tang En doesn't think so. At least in his knowledge, he has never heard of any farm having such a strange custom. But now this scene is indeed weird enough, and Tang En is a little unsure, so he can only wait until he enters the village to see.

It was quiet inside the farm, or to be more precise, dead quiet. Every house is closed and the door is locked. If it weren't for the fact that it was noon, the smoke rising from everywhere and the fact that someone was actually seen coming out just now, this would be more like an abandoned death village.

What is strange is that although the four doors of every house are locked. But there are several sacks of things or tied up chickens, ducks and birds at the door, like discarded garbage or free gifts.

Okay, it really is a different custom. He opened the sack casually and found that most of it contained food such as rice noodles and bread. Looking around at the sacks lined up on the left and right, Lan Sha couldn't help but shake his head and exclaimed, It's so special. They are so hospitable!

Of course this was a joke. He clapped his hands and turned to look at Tang En who was thoughtful, What's going on?

We seem to be regarded as bandits. Shaking his head, Tang En said, I have heard of this kind of robbery before, but I have never seen it. Well, this farm should have been captured by a nearby bandit. But luckily, or rather unfortunately, those bandits did not want to massacre this village and make a one-time deal. Instead, they came here on time every month to collect the loot and plunder for a long time. Like a blood-sucking locust, they kept biting Don’t let go.”

Lansha frowned in surprise when he heard this: Then why don't these villagers leave?

Go? Where to go? The civilians of Bran are different from you in the Northern Wilderness. You people in the Northern Wilderness make a living by hunting. It doesn't matter where you go. If you have mountains and death, you will not die of hunger. But the civilians of Bran rely on breeding. Without those acres of land, they will starve to death if they escape... Besides, the human head is placed on the flagpole outside, and the bandits will not let this long-term meal ticket escape easily.

Lansha nodded to indicate that he understood, then spread his hands and said, Then what should we do now? The villagers here clearly don't like us, so how can we borrow food?

Let's look for it again. Maybe... oh, I found it. Isn't that door open? The farm is not big. With Tang En's eyesight, he can get a general idea just by looking around. Soon, it's there. Zhuang Weina found a dilapidated bungalow with the door unlocked.

Don't be too happy. In their eyes, we are bandits, and giving us money doesn't necessarily give us food. Lan Sha squinted along the direction of Tang En's arm, but still couldn't see which door was open. Yes, he couldn't help but pout his mouth and poured cold water on it.

Okay, with my communication skills. It's fine.

Oh, I'll wait and see...

They didn't have any special emotions. Neither Tang En nor Lan Sha were compassionate people, let alone righteous men with a strong sense of justice. Based on their experience, they have seen situations ten times worse than this. It is naturally difficult to feel any sincere anger about this. Then the idea of ​​​​starting to rescue immediately.

They were just passers-by. They came here just to have a meal and nothing more. certainly. He also has his own bottom line principle, which is not to touch the offerings given by these villagers to the bandits. Because if they move, the bandits' anger will be vented on these villagers...

that is it.

There is an owner in the dilapidated bungalow, a skinny old man who is very old. Maybe he has seen through life and death after living to this age, or he knows that he is in the eyes of bandits. Food was much more valuable than his life, so he wasn't afraid of bandits coming, so he didn't lock the door.

It was very rare that Tang En's proven communication skills failed to get him a casual meal from this old man. However, Lansha didn't gloat about his misfortune, on the contrary, he was a little depressed. Because Tang En had succeeded just now, the skinny old man readily agreed to the request for a meal and said he would not pay for it. But after seeing Lansha. However, his expression suddenly changed drastically. He changed his tone. Not only did he refuse to give them food, he also raised his crutch to drive them out...

Well what does that mean? Could it be that my identity, His Highness Beihuang, has been exposed and I have been reduced to the point where everyone in Bran is shouting for beatings?

Uncle. Didn't we just agree? Dodging the cane and waving it, Tang En stepped back step by step with a look of helplessness on his face.

I said... I didn't say anything! The skinny old man looked extremely excited. He waved his crutch and drove Tang En and Tang En towards the door, shouting, Get out! This is my home, get out now... …”

Calm down, sir, calm down...

Uncle, we've been hungry for a few days. Just do me a favor, how about we give you more money? Hiding behind Tang En, Lan Sha decisively showed off her cute and pitiful skills.

It's a pity that this trick, which was so effective on Bamutu, has no effect on the skinny old man Bran. Oh, no, it has an effect, but it’s the opposite effect.

It's too late... get out of here, get out of here! You are not welcome in this village... Well, just now we just drove out of the gate, now we are going to drive out of the village.

However, Tang En's heart moved when he heard this. Then his ears twitched, he pulled Lan Sha away, closed the door with his backhand, and made a silent gesture: Shh... uncle, I think it's too late now.

As soon as he finished speaking, the ground trembled slightly, and the sound of horse hooves came from far to near, getting closer and closer, and then a long hissing sound was heard, mixed with wild laughter, and the visitor had already arrived outside the village.

Hey, you guys, why don't you listen to my advice! After listening to the noise, the skinny old man's expression changed again, he put down his crutch slumpedly, shook his head and sighed, then thought of something again, and waved to Lansha quickly, Quickly , Girl, quickly hide in the back room.

Tang En and Lan Sha looked at each other and understood completely. The old man had good intentions, and he agreed to it before, but then he kept driving them away. It was because he saw Lansha and was worried that her beauty would fall into the eyes of the bandits who came to collect the offerings and she would be persecuted.

After understanding this, Tang En waved his hand and said with a smile: Don't worry, sir. Even though we are young, we are actually warriors. It will not be a problem to deal with a dozen thieves.

If the bandits didn't come to provoke them, Tang En and Lan Sha would basically just pretend that it didn't happen. After all, there are so many tragedies in the world, how many can they manage? Besides, rash intervention may not be a good thing for these villagers who have lived here for generations. But if these bandits don't open their eyes, then Tang En and the two of course don't mind eating each other in the same pot...

However, when the skinny old man heard this, he still shook his head and sighed: Oh, you don't understand. These are not bandits, they are an army!

Army? Uh, which army? Tang En was stunned. Are you kidding me? Which army would take a fancy to this humble small farm? It's too low.

It's the Gray Army.

Walt (what)?! I have to admit that Tang En was really dumbfounded at this moment. He couldn't believe his ears. He even spoke English with a local accent that he didn't know much about.

Lan Sha on the side was also startled when he heard this. He blinked and looked at Tang En with a strange look: This information didn't say anything about it. Well, the Gray Army has this side job?

Suddenly he came to his senses and took a slight breath. Tang En ignored Lansha's teasing and looked at the skinny old man seriously: Are you sure it's the Gray Army?

Who else can there be besides them! The skinny old man's expression became excited again, and he yelled a little incoherently, My eldest son, pitiful, had listened to the deceptive propaganda of the Gray Army, and wanted to join them... And that damn traitor, he deserves to go to hell... God, what did I do wrong that you have to punish me so cruelly...

Calm down, uncle - calm down! Putting his arm on the old man's shoulder, Tang En suddenly shouted in a low voice, which instantly woke up the skinny old man who was in infinite grief. He immediately reached out and pulled out the bamboo rope tied around the old man's waist. Fill the simple homemade pipe with tobacco, light it, put it into the old man's hand, and pull him to the steps of the inner room to sit down.

He said in a warm voice, Master, don't be impatient. Take a few puffs first and then talk slowly... Well, I'm more interested in this. Please elaborate on it.

If what happened here before had nothing to do with Tang En, then after the old man said the three words Gray Army, Tang En could no longer stand by and watch. He had to confirm that this was Bran's conspiracy? Or are there bandits pretending to be robbers? Or maybe there really are people in the gray army who dare to do such a bastard thing...

Of course, the current Tang En would never have thought that just by intervening during the journey, he would find out the opportunity for his breakthrough...

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