"Let's go, stinky boy. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info "Alaric the noisy, or the old drunkard, said to Estheu, "If we don't leave, we will both die here." ”

Estheu reacted: "Go? Where to? The powerhouses of the whole empire are concentrated here, how to go? He glanced quickly at the audience, and the figures who had thundered in the Pander continent had already stood up and were ready to fight. The Grave Keeper (Leddy), the High Priest of the Cult of Creation (Wendil), the Grand Master of the Mercenaries of the Order (Captain Kevin), the Captain of the Empire (General Heinchick), the Captain of the Shadow Legion (Scolero), the Golden Rose of Sez (Augustana), and the two Guardian Generals of the Senate (Caesar, Nero). Such a luxurious lineup can only be seen at the New Year's Festival. Estheu was extremely skeptical about the possibility of the old drunkard breaking through the siege. Even if he is the legendary noisy man who has been active in the Pander continent for two hundred years, he can understand the old drunkard, who has a brute force that no one can match and a rich theory of warfare, but he is not as good as a well-trained soldier to pick up a sword.

The old drunkard glanced at him with an idiot's gaze: "Nonsense, of course it's from the main entrance." ”

Portal? Eshua couldn't laugh or cry, and said it lightly, but the iron gate that weighed a thousand pounds would not rise because of this. But there was no room for him to say anything more, and a whistle came from the audience, and the beasts, who had been waiting for a long time, let go of their hands, and the beasts roared and pounced again.

Ai Xiu was startled, and picked up a wooden stick on his toes, but was held down by the old drunkard: "Don't panic, this is a big gift." ”

"What gift?"

"Didn't you say, 'Jackals, tigers, and leopards twinkle in their eyes?' The old drunkard squinted at the beasts that were rushing wildly, and said word by word, "Then we will give them jackals, tigers and leopards!" He galloped towards the herd, leaping high, his body flipping in mid-air with incredible agility, and it was hard to believe that this man, much more burly than Oruba, had a waist that was softer than a snake. The old drunkard's hands were like the wind in the flip, and when the dense ropes wrapped around his arms fell behind the herd, the wild beast's galloping momentum came to an abrupt halt - he alone pulled twenty beasts!

"Not good!" The generals of the empire shouted at the same time, but it was too late, the old drunkard smiled and waved his arms, and the beasts were thrown into the audience by him! Except for a few that were killed by Scoleroru and the others, the rest of the beasts were slaughtering in the audience! The rich smell of blood was accompanied by the screams of the nobles, and the cries spread through the audience.

"Luciana! Luciana! Archon Justus' eyes breathed fire, and he cut down a hyena with a single sword, "Kevin! See my daughter no! ”

"Miss is here!" Kevin shouted, escorting Luciana all the way to Justus. Justes hugged his daughter tightly: "Close your eyes! ”

"The beast and the condemned drank the blood of their common enemy / As if it were spicy liquor / Steel was crying / On this day, the devil of hatred broke free from his cage." Luciana whispered in his ear, as slightly as if it were a casual breeze. Justes was stunned, he knew that this short poem was the first paragraph of Madigan's long poem "The Prophecy Comes True". But before he could think about it, Lucianna was interrupted by the exclamation of Captain Kevin: "Oh my God, my lord! Look! The main entrance, the main entrance, ......" When Justers looked at Kevin's finger, he couldn't help but be shocked and speechless.

The big iron gate that was twenty meters high and weighed 1,200 pounds was bent in the hands of the noisy! The seemingly indestructible steel skeleton groaned in the man's raging power, twisting in a terrifying magnitude. The muscles of the old drunkard's whole body burst out of hard and clear lines, and he used his strength unreasonably, and forcibly tore a big hole in the iron door that was enough for two people to walk together!

"Just go." The old drunkard glanced back at the stunned Essho, and the mockery in his eyes was undisguised.

The two rushed out of the gladiatorial arena, and the soldiers standing guard outside the door were obviously not mentally prepared, and when they saw two people who looked like death row prisoners rushing out, before they had time to draw their swords and face each other, the old drunkard and Eshua had already deceived them, and the action was the same: snatch the sword and wipe the throat!

"Tearing" hot blood splattered out, and Eixiu took the first step to put down the soldiers, and just wanted to rush to the city gate, but was forcibly pulled by the old drunkard and dragged him to an alley. "What are you doing?" Estheu struggled, "Don't go now, Marius mobilizes the Yanos garrison, and we can't fly!" ”

"Brain show funny?" The old drunkard let go of his hand and whispered a little tiredly, "Thirty thousand troops outside the city of Janos, how do you go?" Even if the Iron Pony is slow, it's enough to break both of your legs. ”

Eshua remained silent, he obviously understood the impracticality of killing directly out of the city. At this time, he suddenly noticed that the old drunkard's arms were dripping with blood, and asked in surprise, "Are you injured?" The old drunkard frowned and looked at his bleeding arms, waved his hand, and suddenly asked solemnly: "Esher Barandoc, tell me, what are you living for?" ”

"Now is not the time to ask this." Eshu still stared intently at the old drunkard's slightly trembling hands, and the blood seemed to seep directly from the pores. When was the injury? He thought.

The old drunkard's hand rested on his shoulder, and he looked directly into Eshy's eyes: "I insist." ”

"Avenging my father."

"That's good." The old drunkard said, "Well, Esher Baranduk, we are going to say goodbye." Following your father's will, I spent ten years training you to be a qualified warrior, a strategist, and a half-witted poet. Hopefully we won't see each other on the battlefield. His eyes flashed with Eshu's extremely strange love, and then, in the moment Essho was stunned, he knocked him unconscious. The old drunkard picked up Eshy, strode through the alley, and bumped into a poorly clothed beggar head-on, both of them were stunned, and the next second the beggar was knocked unconscious and carried by the old drunkard. At this time, he caught a glimpse of a caravan carriage from the Kingdom of Saarion parked at the end of the alley, his eyes lit up, and while there was no one around, he directly tore off Eshy's leather pants, threw the sleek Esher into one of the carriages, and then he put on the beggar's leather pants and carried him straight to the center of Janos.

But he soon stopped helplessly, and a spear as black as night burst out of an alley, swift as the wind and vicious as a snake, and at the same time the overwhelming black keys sealed all possible retreats of the old drunkard. The old drunkard's face changed, his muscles tensed, and the tip of the spear slipped open in his chest, leaving a trail of blood.

"Tuk Tuk Tuk" nailed the black keys to the old drunkard's feet, and he let out a fluke and looked sideways at the two people who came out of the alley. One of them was covered in frost and snow, and a shiny blade slipped out of his cuffs, and as he walked, the pitch-black priest's burqa silently fit his old but muscular body. The other was a cold woman, and the black spear that almost pierced the old drunkard's chest was in her hand. The two of them were like ghosts under the scorching sun, silently confronting the old drunkard.

In the end, it was the old drunkard who broke the silence: "Is it hot inside the robes of the Holy Tomb?" ”

"It's not good for you to drag on so long, isn't it? Venerate the demigods under the crown. Wendir, the high priest of the Goddess of Creation Cult, said.

"It seems that there are quite a lot of classics in the Goddess of Creation Sect, but I don't know how much respect you have for me, little guy." The old drunkard lazily said that although Wendir was right, such a delay would only make his relapse of old injuries worse, but he didn't seem to mind this, and instead took advantage of it to talk to Wendill.

"You're not a true god after all, you're just closer to God." A voice came from behind him, and the men of Marius had already arrived, surrounding the old drunkard. "Surrender, it's not a shame for you anyway." Marlevue said sarcastically.

The old drunkard turned his head and smiled at Marliu, revealing a tooth of blood, which made him look like a man-eating demon: "Young man, you also know that I am closer to God, so," his voice was suddenly filled with incomparably strong arrogance, "you mortals, what are you stopping me?" ”

Click!

The hard rock under the old drunkard's feet suddenly cracked, and he smashed it with one foot! Taking advantage of the brief time when the imperial heroes lost their balance, he sprinted forward with an extremely decisive attitude, the black spear chased after him like a ghost, the tip of the spear was close to the skin of the old drunkard, the old drunkard laughed and rushed forward, slapped the black gun, and then turned around flexibly, and a few hasty black keys fell into the air. "See you back!" The man whistled lightly, and the footsteps faded away.

"Do you want to lock down the city?" Elise picked up Kiel and asked casually.

"There's no need for that." Scoleroru said, pointing to the bloody footprints on the ground, "Just chase after them." ”

Alaric ran wildly down the alley, his face contorting with each step he took - fine sweat pouring out of him, the man who had been as big as an ox was shriveling down at a speed visible to the naked eye, dripping with scarlet and sticky sweat. But the amplitude of his legs increased even more violently, so that when he rushed out of the alley, he looked like a bloody dragon. There were several times when Wendir came close to intercepting him, but his black keys couldn't keep up with the noiser! No one knew what kind of psychic power was supporting the already scrawny demigod in his fruitless escape, and as the encirclement shrank, the direction of the noisy's escape became clear: King's Landing.

Built by the sea, Kavala II was ingenious enough to build it on a cliff, making it a natural wall. One hundred and fifty years ago, Osa led the army of the Bacchus Empire across the turbulent waters of the Sea of Despair, and then brazenly climbed the cliff overnight, and took Janos with 300 Shadow Legionnaires, solving the supply problem of the army overnight. Later, in order to avoid being treated in the same way as others, Osa built a new inner city. According to the idea of the founding emperor, the walls of the inner city will never have a gate, but it will not stop the will of future generations to look at it - His Majesty the Emperor's first step in Pande is a big leap for the whole empire! There were so many people who flocked to it that they opened a small door. During the festival, the small gate is opened, giving civilians who are not qualified to enter the arena a place to celebrate.

And this made it even easier for Alaric to break through, and the guards guarding the gate were fighting with their fists, when a crimson figure flashed in front of them, and the two jars of wine they had placed on the ground disappeared, leaving a trail of winding blood on the ground, swimming like a snake through the city gate.

"Tsk, what a waste." Alaric stopped abruptly on the edge of the cliff and poured a jar of wine on his head, the viscous plasma washed away, revealing his shockingly pale skin and the traces of his skeleton clearly visible. This kind of bleeding is also due to him, how can an ordinary person survive until now?

As soon as Alaric slapped open the second jar of wine, a black key flew towards the jar. The drunken boisterous frowned, raised his arm, and let it stare into his arm bones. He glanced at Wendir behind him, "Can you let me finish it first?" ”

The answer to him was a black key flying in the sky, and a black spear as vicious as a snake mixed in it. The old drunkard barely managed to dodge at first, but even in his heyday, he couldn't dodge the attacks of the High Priestess and Tomb Keepers of the Order of Genesis while drinking. After that, he simply stood in place, drinking like a whale sucking water, only symbolically shaking twice when the black spear and black keys beckoned to his head and heart. By the time Marius and his party arrived, Alaric had fallen to the ground with no less than twelve black keys stuck in his body and a black gun nailed to his stomach. The strange thing is that there is not a drop of blood coming out, but the wound in the abdomen is constantly gushing out of the wine.

"Alaric von Bloch, I've heard your legend." Marius looked directly at the old drunkard in front of him who should have died and couldn't die anymore, and his tone was respectful, "You used to be the most powerful human on the continent, even Hercules, the strong man of the West Sea, will not be your opponent no matter how strong he is." ”

"If you're talking about drinking, then I deserve it." Alaric laughed, "It's better to avoid fighting, I've used my hands twice in my life, and I lost both times." ”

"But what kind of person is the only person who makes a noise in this life, you can retreat with your whole body, although you are defeated, you are still glorious!" Emperor Marius's tone couldn't help but become high-pitched, "Come on, take the noisy man down to recuperate!" Along with the boy," he said, glancing at the unconscious beggar, "be well entertained too!" ”

"Excuse me." Alaric said lazily, "I'm not interested in working for my grandson's grandson yet." He looked up at the sky, and the sea breeze was very strong, and the sound of the waves crashing against the reef at the bottom of the cliff rolled into his ears, as if there were some dusty old things. Retreating? Defeat or glory? The old drunkard was a little tired, and he was a little self-deprecating, those two defeats cost me my whole life.

Well, but it's actually not bad, at least I met a good boy. Especially since this kid is very likely to be the son of prophecy that Ma Digan swore to him, Pande's son of prophecy, he couldn't help but be proud - Lao Tzu had pressed the head of the son of prophecy into the wine jar back then!

When the Immortal Knight stepped forward, they saw a pleasant smile on the face of the man, who looked as thin as a skeleton, and then he pulled the "boy" to the side, and one rolled over and fell off the cliff.