Chapter 62: The Rabble
The good men of the snake faction cautiously sneaked into the grassland camp. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½
Although it was not night, the bright sunlight and the shadows of the tent were enough for these excellent Assassins to move smoothly towards their respective goals.
As the leader of the Serpent Faction, Perikna was the first to enter the Prairie Camp.
In fact, there is a large open space between the Prairie Camp and the Thunder Fortress, and without her 'cover', no matter how powerful the Snake Sect's good players are, it is impossible to avoid the eyes of the Prairie Marksman.
Standing in a shadow, Perikna radiated a 'radiance' that was indistinguishable from that of a shadow.
This 'brilliance' kept changing as she moved.
Like a chameleon.
No!
It is better at camouflage than chameleons.
Not only the color, but also the breath, all hidden.
The inheritance of the snake sect is 400 years.
In addition to the Snake Sect's own skills, there are naturally other skills that have been collected, either loot, or the self-creation of a certain Snake Sect person, or the trade.
But no matter which one it is, what can be favored by the snake faction is a rare boutique.
It's like Perikna's current [Transmogrification Stealth], which is a special technique that combines basic stealth with a core technique that has disappeared from the Long River School of History.
It is not up to the level of mystery.
But it's very close.
Perikna, who was proficient in this technique, easily shuttled through the Prairie camp.
She's waiting for the perfect time.
Not just killing, of course.
And also......
Find something!
That contains the secret of the power of the king of the grassland.
Each organization has its own intelligence network.
Especially for the attitude of the royal family and the big nobles in each region, it is destined that those characters will more or less appear around them.
The Snake Pie is no exception.
Even, there is good luck.
A certain shadow of the snake faction hooked up with a guard of the king of the grassland, or a guard who was about to be wiped out because of some secrets.
In the end, this secret naturally fell into the hands of the shadows.
Although the shadow was killed immediately.
But the secret has been handed over to Perikna.
It was precisely because of this secret that Perikna kept the contract with Qin Ran.
Otherwise......
With Perikna's choice, she must have suffered a huge backlash, and she would not carry out this kind of life-and-death mission.
The horror of the king of the steppe, Perikna felt deeply.
But it can also be said that it is precisely because of this feeling that she has to come.
"Origin Power!"
At the thought of this word, Perikna's incomparably calm heart became unusually excited.
Soon, however, the experienced leader of the Serpent Sect regained his composure.
She watched as Leer Beer walked out of the tent.
Through the emptiness of the tent curtain falling, the Diamond God dived into it.
Perikna knew exactly what Leer was for.
But what's her business.
She had already begun to fulfill her contract with Qin Ran.
It's just that by the way, I have done some things of my own.
As for the crows?
She wanted to die all of them.
ā¦ā¦
The rude Le Er lifted the tent curtain and strode forward, not feeling anyone behind him sneaking in quietly as the tent curtain fell.
At this moment, Leer Beer is full of thoughts on how to break through the Thunder Fortress and win the reward of the King of the Prairie.
"Hey, dare to go against the king, it's really looking for death!"
Leer Beer, who knew the strength of the king of the grassland, was full of disdain for Qin Ran and Count Xilin.
The once unruly Leer beer was taught a lesson by the king of the grassland.
That lesson is truly unforgettable.
That kind of power, which is completely out of the mortal level, is enough for Leerbeer to know what to do.
Obey!
Unconditional obedience!
Because, Leer beer doesn't want to die.
Therefore, at this time, Leer Beer fully carried out the orders of the king of the grassland.
Without summoning any helpers, he strode towards the Thunder Fortress.
No one in the camp dared to stop the grumpy general, and they just watched as Leerbeer approached the Thunder Fortress step by step.
When the flash of lightning flickered on Leerbeer's arms, the steppe people couldn't help but exclaim.
At this time, they reacted to what Leer Beer wanted to do.
Enter!
First there was a startle, and then there were cheers.
The grassland people, who are known for their bravery and aggressiveness, have already been depressed in their hearts in the past few days under Qin Ran's deterrence.
Now seeing the behavior of Leer Beer, it is natural to rejoice.
They were full of anticipation that Leerbe, the terrifying general of the grassland, would single-handedly rush into the Thunder Fortress and go on a killing spree.
Bang!
With a thunderous sound, the lightning shot out of Leerbeer's hand and slashed towards the Thunder Fortress.
Two scorching flames, erupting from the Thunder Keep.
It was as if two fiery clouds were in front of the lightning, and in a louder explosion, they disappeared into invisibility.
"Maxim, Celti, you two guys are trying to stop me?"
Leer growled in disdain.
The electric light condensed on the hands of the Leer Beer.
He smirked at the two people standing in front of him.
Maxim smiled wryly.
He certainly didn't want to do it if he could.
But he had no way out.
Unless he is willing to give up everything now, find a place where no one knows, and wait for death in obscurity.
But if this were the case, Maxim would rather die now.
Everyone has something that is clinging to everything and desperate.
There is love.
Some are family affection.
There is camaraderie.
For Maxim it was fame and power.
Celti, on the other hand, is much simpler.
He has a vindictive heart.
After all, the injury to his back was still aching.
"You just left the camp like this, don't you shoot those people in the camp for an accident?"
Celti whispered coldly.
"Those guys?"
"If it's dead, it's dead, just change another batch of people, the grassland people lack everything, but there is no shortage of people who want to get ahead!"
"You think you can threaten me with those guys, you ...... Bastard! ā
Leerbeer scoffed at Selti.
But before he finished speaking, the grassland general roared.
The roar was tyrannical, chilling.
Maxim and Celti changed color one after another, and the flames in their palms exploded.
But what the two didn't expect was that Leer Beer turned around and left.
Or rather, a rapid run.
Maxim and Celthi glanced at each other.
"Looks like those Snake Sect guys have touched something awesome!"
"But what's our business?"
The two people in their eyes looked at each other and smiled.
The people of the Serpent faction longed for the death of the Crow faction.
And the same is true of the Raven Pie.
ā¦ā¦
Inside the tent, a wooden box was opened.
Several pieces of parchment stored inside were taken out by Perikna.
Her gaze swept over the grassland text on it, and there was an indelible joy in her eyes.
That's what she wants.
But then, the leader of the snake faction changed his face.
The tyrannical scent of Leer beer is rapidly approaching.
Perikna didn't think about it, completely ignoring the agreement between Shang and Qin Ran, after taking several pieces of parchment into her arms, she cut open the cowhide tent with a sword, and prepared to retreat according to the established route.
But as soon as Perikna got out of the tent, she was stunned.
Not only Perikna, but also the chasing Leer beer.
Looking at the giant white wolf, which was bigger than a horse and stronger than a cow, Leerbeer fell to his knees.
"Your Majesty!"
Just now, he was full of tyranny, like a tiger's leer beer, and now he is as docile as a cat.
Perikna shuddered.
A flash of fear flashed in the eyes of the leader of the Serpent Sect.
However, the next moment, the tip of the young leader's nose twitched slightly, and a touch of surprise suddenly appeared on his face.
"Your Excellency 2567...... You're amazing. ā
The other party said. (To be continued.) )