"Don't move!"

Mo Yu hid behind Baroque, his palm pinched his shoulder like an iron tong, and the long sword in his hand was placed across his neck.

The cold touch on his skin made Baroque sweat instantly wet his back, making him dare not move in the slightest, because Mo Yu could end his life with just a slight pull.

"Let him go!" Seeing that Baroque fell into Mo Yu's hands, Bayer's face suddenly changed drastically, for fear that Mo Yu would slaughter Baroque.

"Stop, or I'll kill him." Mo Yu shouted, and the originally chaotic battlefield basically became quiet, looking in Mo Yu's direction.

"What are you doing, you guys are still not stopping, are you trying to kill me!" Baroque roared, pointing to a few red-eyed soldiers who were still fighting, and his face turned pale.

The land outside the ruins was drenched with blood, and the smell of blood was thick, and the painful wails of the wounded lingered in their ears, making people feel a thick depression.

The men and horses on both sides stepped aside and treated the wounded, as combatants they had fought many times and knew what to do.

The rest of the mercenaries breathed a sigh of relief, they had just come out of the ruins, they were quite tired physically and mentally, and if they continued to fight, they really wouldn't last long before they were annihilated.

"What's going on, why was the Baroque boy caught!" Laurel yelled angrily as he grabbed one of the guards who had stayed with Baroque.

"I... No... Know. "Konoe didn't know how to explain it for a while, I'm afraid this time I'm going to become Laurel's punching bag.

"Rubbish!" Laurel slapped the guard with a wave of his hand, throwing him to the ground and turning his gaze to the two Bayers.

Baier smiled bitterly and said helplessly: "It's all our fault for being careless and letting the Baroque boy fall into the hands of this little ghost." ”

"Boy, let me go if you know how to be interested, otherwise your family will ....... Baroque had a trace of resentment in his eyes, he had never been treated like this, and he couldn't wait to eat Mo Yu's flesh and drink his blood.

"Oh, is it?" Mo Yu smiled lightly, and the long sword in his hand leaned lightly against Baroque's neck, and a faint trace of blood appeared on his neck.

The blade of the sword, which felt the cold chill, seemed to be tightened, and the baroque's hairs stood on end, and he subconsciously shouted: "Don't kill me!

"No!, don't hurt the Baroque boy, just say what you want. The people of Laurel were shocked, and if the Baroque were slaughtered before their eyes, they could not afford such consequences.

"It's very simple, just let everyone here leave!" Mo Yu said coldly.

"Okay, then you let the Baroque boy go first. Laurel was trying to convince Mo Yu.

Mo Yu felt funny, and said lightly: "Do you really treat me as a three-year-old child?"

"I swear by the honor of my family, as long as you let me go, I will never pursue it. Baroque's face turned red, and everyone else could be released, but the brunette had to kill him, or else it would be hard to understand the hatred in his heart.

"Hehe, don't play any word games with me, those so-called family honors are worthless in my eyes. Mo Yu sneered.

"You...!" Baroque thought that Mo Yu had discovered his intentions, and he looked a little angry.

"Let us go first, and when we get to a safe place, I will naturally let him go. Mo Yu said indifferently.

"No! If something happens to the Baroque, we can't afford it. All the Dou Kings were unanimously opposed.

Mo Yu frowned, for now, he could only come to the palace and let the others leave first.

At this time, Alec, who was standing on the side, suddenly came to Mo Yu's side, patted Downton's shoulder, and said with a smile: "This matter will be handled by me, you can evacuate with these mercenaries." ”

Mo Yu nodded, because he knew that the young man with golden hair and golden eyes in front of him was not as simple as he imagined.

A tall figure walked over and took the baroque from Mo Yu's hand.

Walker looked unusually strong, nearly three meters tall, with entangled muscles, a faint smell of blood on his body, and a murderous aura, and he knew at a glance that he had a lot of lives on his hands.

Compared to Mo Yu, Walker made Baroque feel as if he had fallen into the hands of a hungry beast, and his legs were a little weak in fright.

Walker used to be a gladiator in the gladiatorial arena, there are no restrictions on the rules in the gladiatorial game, only by hitting or killing the opponent can he win, and the gladiator who can survive must have a lot of blood on his hands, and the murderous aura on his body is naturally not comparable to Mo Yu.

Gladiatorial tournaments are an indispensable entertainment in the lives of nobles, and for those nobles, this kind of event that is full of wails at the cost of human life makes them even more crazy.

"Thank you!" the mercenaries gave Alec a mercenary salute and left.

"Farewell. Seeing that the other mercenaries had already left, Mo Yu stopped staying and said goodbye to Alec.

Alec smiled back and said, "There will be a chance to get together again in the future." ”

"Okay!" Mo Yu nodded, and he stopped procrastinating, and soon disappeared from everyone's field of vision.

"Tell your men to bury these corpses properly. Alec pointed to the corpses left behind in the battle circle, and then found a random tree stump and sat down.

"Don't go yet!"

......

The time of the day passed quickly, and the dusk had already put away the long lines of sorrow, and the black pupils were open and looked at the earth, and the night gradually began to fall.

"Almost. ”

Alec looked up at the sky, then stood up, and said to Walker, who was still holding Baroque, "You can let him go." ”

Walker nodded, pushing the Baroque out with one hand.

Seeing this, the Dou Kings hurriedly rushed out, caught Baroque, and protected him behind him.

Alec stretched, turned to Elekka, and said, "Let's go." ”

"Stop! Baroque roared angrily, glaring at Alec and the others, his eyes almost breathing fire with anger, eager to eat them alive.

"What? You still want to invite me to dinner, but you can't do it. Sorry, I'm not interested in that. Alec chuckled.

"Kill them!" Baroque was stunned for a moment, and then reacted, knowing that he had been tricked by Alec.

"Childe, just leave these people to me and Walker to deal with. Eleka stepped out, the dark green longbow in her hand full of strings, and competed with the Baroque crowd.

Walker stepped out with a sharp step, lifting the massive tower shield in front of Elekka.

The kings did not dare to disobey the Baroque, and also stepped out, ready to fight again.

Once again, the war is on the verge of breaking out.

The surrounding nobles were even more dumbfounded, they felt that these people were simply arrogant, not to mention that there were more than a dozen Dou Kings here, and they could consume them alive with tens of thousands of troops behind them, and in this case, they dared to go head-to-head.

"No, with the current situation, you are still a little reluctant to have so many Dou Kings on the other side, and even if you can win, you will have to pay a lot of price. Alec took out a purple and green long sword, and casually pulled the sword flower in his hand, and a reassuring smile appeared on his handsome face.

Eleeka both nodded, put away their weapons, and stepped back behind Alec. They understood that what His Highness had decided would not change, and even persuasion would not be useful.

With the appearance of the purple and blue long sword, an amazing magic force rushed to his face. None of them spoke, staring at Alec's sword. In the twilight of the night, the sword was intertwined with purple arcs of lightning and cyan light, as dazzling as the stars in the night sky. You can see this light at a glance, and it is definitely not something that ordinary magic costumes can have. According to the aristocracy's guess, the quality of this longsword should reach the level of a holy weapon.

Holy weapon, this word is enough to make many people blush, even in the Seven Great Empires, as long as there is a holy weapon, it can definitely cause the major magnates to rob wildly, and every auction is sky-high. Not to mention such a third-rate country, I am afraid that only the royal family may not be able to possess a holy weapon.

"Grab it for me!" Baroque had completely lost his mind, as long as he could bring this sword back to the family, then he would definitely inherit the dukedom.

Seeing that the two people behind Alec had put away their weapons, the Dou Kings didn't seem to have any intention of striking again. They didn't expect the young man in front of them to be so arrogant that he would have to deal with them alone.

"Boy, even if you have a holy weapon in your hand, won't this be too unsightly!" said one of the Dou Kings in a calm tone.

"Really? Then try. Alec said casually.