The sudden change plunged the noisy room 13 into a dead silence, and the brains of the crowd watching the excitement or the casino staff went blank.

The bloody scene passed through the optic nerve to the brain, and they couldn't react for a while.

In addition to the sound of Qi Tai's heavy and difficult breathing in the room, there was the sound of blood dripping along the dagger blood groove and on the red carpet. It turned out that the red carpet, which had a strong ability to absorb water, had formed a small pool of blood.

Qi Tai felt that the heat in his body was passing quickly, and along with it, there was still vitality.

After all, Qi Tai was the leader of the casino, seriously injured, but still did not change his former fierceness, the right hand grip on the hilt of the sword was tighter, the severe pain did not hinder his strength, the two-handed giant sword slashed from top to bottom with the flip of his wrist to the despicable sneak attacker, and the other hand grabbed the assassin's dagger arm like an iron pincer, vowing to have a lose-lose ending.

But the assassin had no fear in the face of the roaring greatsword, instead, a sneer appeared on both sides of his mouth.

With a loud bang, the giant sword was held in mid-air, and at some point, another short, sharp dagger stood between the two.

And accomplices! Qi Tai was shocked to find that the power of the accomplice was not below him, compared to the disparity between the two weapons, the dagger holding the giant sword actually shook slightly, and it shook his full force.

Before Qi Tai could come to his senses, the flesh and blood tissue that was stabbed on the left side of the blade was cut off again, and it didn't reach the hilt of the sword.

When "You ......" was seriously injured, Qi Tai wanted to fight back more violently, and almost at the same time, the sharp pain in all parts of his body exploded at the same time, interrupting his cursing alive.

The crowd of onlookers, who were still neutral just now, suddenly rushed towards Qi Tai, who was suffering from heavy damage, and all kinds of weapons were sent into his inner body. The Knight's high HP has finally bottomed out in the group attack.

really responded to such a sentence, heroes can't stand the crowd.

At this time, Qi Tai realized that they had come prepared, and those viewers who pretended to be gamblers were the last straw that overwhelmed them.

Qi Tai roared unwillingly, but his hoarse throat was blocked by the blood that poured out for a while, and he could only make a whining sound. Immediately after, a mouthful of blood spurted out, staining the red stall even more vividly.

On the occasion of his death, Qi Tai used his last strength to die: "My lord will avenge me!" ”

Looking at the casino foreman who began to shatter and dissipate, the assassin who was the first to strike said in a tone without the slightest emotion: "The overlord himself is difficult to protect, revenge?" Let's wait for the next life! ”

After the defeat of the casino's main fighting force, the remaining dealers, as well as the security guards, were put to great use. In the face of the wolf-like invaders, their resistance only caused three of the invaders to be killed and more than a dozen injured, and the three dead were still used as bait to attract the opponent's strong combat power.

The combat power of the overlord's subordinates is mostly manifested in the direct confrontation between the enemy and the enemy, in contrast, this group of guys who smashed the field gave full play to the essence of the assassination flow, and took advantage of the opponent's battle to succeed in a sneak attack.

After all the stubborn soldiers were killed, it was also time for the control of the entire casino to change hands.

……

In the underground of a very ordinary slum not far from the gathering of sand into gold, there is a large underground base, which occupies almost one-fifth of the area of the block controlled by the overlord, where there is no less than the scale of gathering sand into gold, and the three-story gorgeous pavilion is shrouded in colorful magic lights, and it is always bright in the underground where there is no sun and moon.

That's the Overlord's secret base, the Hidden Dragon.

In the highest third floor, an old man with gray hair is lying comfortably in the Taishi chair, leisurely flipping through the books in his hand, in front of him is a desk that covers a large area, covered with documents of various colors, and on the right hand side closest to the old man has been piled up like a mountain of unapproved documents, but the old man has never looked at them. It seems that any emergency is less important than the book in hand.

There was only one candle on the table in the whole room, and the light of the tallow candles was not enough to cover the entire room, making the corners, walls, and ceiling a dark paradise.

There is a man kneeling at the desk, and it can be vaguely seen from his dress that he is a member of the official dealer who gathers sand into gold, and the sign on his left shoulder indicates that he is the number two person in the casino. He is Qi Tai's right and left hand.

The silence was unusually oppressive, especially for those who knelt. After all, it is not a trivial matter for the casino to be forcibly occupied, and the boss who died under the other party's plot is still the nephew of the old man in front of him, how not to make him nervous and afraid.

I thought that the old man would be furious when he heard the bad news, but now he is extremely calm, so quiet that people are worried.

Could it be that this is the calm before the storm?

With a pop, the old man closed the thick book in his hand heavily, and the person had already stood up from the Taishi's chair, and the slightly dim candlelight illuminated the old man's high-level waiter's clothes flickering.

Judging from the clothes, the old man turned out to be just a subordinate.

And the person who kneels is also a talkative figure under the overlord, even in the face of the fierce generals and arrogant soldiers under the overlord, he will not show much fear.

There is only one reason why casino directors are so afraid, and the opponent holds the power to kill and take it from him. In the entire overlord, there is only one person except the overlord, and he is Mo Lao, the nominal manager of the overlord.

The casino executive, who was already sweating in the rain, had already kneeled with numb legs, and he knew that the next moment would be the life and death decision.

Mo Lao still maintained the posture of holding the book in his hand, and said in his voice full of vicissitudes: "Go, I know." ”

When the supervisor heard this, he hurriedly thanked the chief steward for his great kindness, got up from the ground with difficulty, and stumbled away with his feet that had not yet disappeared the numbness.

It's no wonder that he is so out of shape, everyone who works under the overlord knows an unwritten rule: anyone who escapes from the battle will be killed.

Although the casino director was not very capable of fighting, he was the only one who managed to escape the letter, mainly in charge of civilian work.

In a sense, it is also classified as "escape". Not being punished in any way is an additional blessing, and the amnesty comes from a governor who is no less ruthless than the overlord.

Mo Lao looked at the door that had been closed, and sighed softly, this moment looked old. I just don't know whether to be sad about my nephew's death or worried about the casino being robbed.

"Mo Lao," a young voice came, and at some point, a young man with a small height appeared behind Mo Lao, "It must be a ghost that is playing tricks, we can't sit idly by." ”

Old man Mo didn't reply: "Sony, you shouldn't be here." ”

The young man named Sonny said, "A major event like the robbery of the casino is more important than the study of divine arts. We must join forces with all our forces to recapture the sand and gold, so that we can give an account to the overlord. Mo Lao, didn't the overlord leave a special forces behind? Under my leadership, I will definitely recapture the sand into gold. ”

"And then?" Mo Lao asked lightly, in a completely indifferent tone.

And then ...... Then we'll wait for the Overlord to recover before we make plans. Sony replied unconfidently.

Mo Lao: "The enemy won't give us time to wait. ”

"What then? Is it possible to watch the hegemony being slowly eaten away by the yin? Sonny reluctantly slammed his fist on the bookcase, "If it weren't for Lin Kun and the fact that they were seriously injured in the battle with the Six Protectors, how could they give Yin Xia a chance." If I had been involved in that battle, maybe the situation wouldn't have turned out to be so unfavorable. ”

"There is no need to blame yourself, as a magician, you are not able to function in the dark realm. And you are the only Taibao who still has the strength to survive, and you are also the hope of the world. ”

Sonny said: "Isn't it a sign of hope that the turtle can't shrink down?" ”

"You know best that a sorcerer is not a combat profession, and you can't fully exert your power without the cooperation of other Taibao."

"But ......" Sony certainly knows the advantages and disadvantages of his profession, and he also knows that Mo Lao's words are true. But subconsciously, he still does not approve of the practice of forbearance, which is also a common problem of every overlord's subordinates: he does not frown when he fights to the death, and forbearance is regarded as a great shame for a while.

Mo Lao suddenly threw the thick book in his hand on the desk, and said with a solemn face: "If you want to take it, you must first take it." ”

In the flickering candlelight, a few words on the cover of the book can be faintly seen: Zizhi Tongjian.

It is the most famous book of power and intrigue in China.

After all, Sony was once a student at a prestigious university, and it is still slightly the same for the history of allusions. He slowly savored the connotation of Mo Lao's words, and seemed to have an understanding.

"But......" Mo Lao said again, "even so, we can't be too cheap." With our current strength, even if we can't shake his foundation immediately, we must muddy the chaotic situation even more and see if those forces that have been dormant for a long time will wait for an opportunity. ”

After speaking, Mo Lao conjured a dark golden piece of paper in his hand, he bit his middle finger and wrote a few lines on it with blood. Then he lit the dark gold paper with a snap of his fingers, and waited for the crimson flame to burn the paper with difficulty, and then withdrew his solemn gaze.

Sony, who stood silently on the sidelines, was surprised to find that the paper had been burned without leaving a single trace of ashes, and there was not even a trace of burning in the air.

Sony couldn't help asking: "Mo Lao, what are you ......?"

The corners of Mo Lao's mouth revealed a smug smile: "Send a letter to an old friend to reminisce, you know, at my age, there are fewer and fewer old friends who can reminisce." ”

Friends? can be called friends with a character of Mo Lao's level, what kind of existence will it be? Sony's curiosity was aroused.

……

In a dark place, a trace of fluctuation disturbed the balance of the laws of space, and the dark golden flames were particularly striking in the darkness, and strings of dark golden characters appeared in the air one by one. The handwriting of the font is vigorous and powerful, and the few tens of numbers reveal a taste of time.

An invisible black mist rose in the dark room, and in the black mist stood an old man with a sad face, and when he saw the dark gold characters in the air, his cloudy eyes suddenly flashed a complicated light.