Two kilometers northwest of Yellowstone, the Yellowstone Basin at the foot of Yellowstone Mountain.

This is the main camp of the city defense army's armaments and supplies, and it is also the Golden Guard training camp located in the middle of the Federation.

At this time, the city lord drove in with a mysterious man with a thin figure wearing a long hooded cloak that covered his body. After some routine questioning, he headed straight for the Golden Guard training camp.

When they came to the door, they were stopped by the guards, and the city lord and the mysterious man got down from the driver's door in turn.

Although this made the guards feel quite strange, there was no problem with the physical appearance, voice habits, or letters, permits, and stamps. Even if the guards had any doubts, they had to keep the questions in their hearts for the time being.

The Golden Guard, the most powerful top-level warrior in the Federation, is trained here. Although there are less than fifty people in total, any one of them is the all-round soldier king who is one of the hundreds.

The guards are just putting on a show, what if this is a test for them from the city lord?

In the main training ground of the camp, a bald man with a red face and a white beard, but missing half of his right arm, was staring at more than 30 people in the field with a pair of eagle-like eyes.

More than thirty young and strong men are all fighting on their own, and while guarding against a sneak attack by anyone around them, they are also trying to defeat everyone by all means.

After a desperate struggle, there were only three panting men left, and the muffled snorts of other companions kept echoing in their ears, but their eyes were always on the only two remaining opponents.

As long as you defeat these last two people, you won't have to eat just bran leafy vegetables for dinner today!

The three of them slowly moved around the very center, always on the lookout for a surprise attack from two enemies.

Suddenly, the three of them let out a soft shout almost at the same time, and they all attacked the opponent on their right side in an instant.

At this moment, I only heard the bald man shouting: "All of them, stop!"

The three of them immediately froze in place like puppets, feeling the imminent fists or feet or palms, and their lower bodies, soft ribs or Adam's apple were slightly numb, but they were all half an inch short of being able to contain their strength.

The next moment, the three of them slowly retracted their fists and feet and smiled at each other, and turned around in unison to help their injured companions up one by one.

"Close!" the bearded man commanded again in a loud voice, "Salute to the city lord." ”

As soon as the words fell, everyone, whether the pain was unbearable or not, instinctively raised their arms and beat their chests in salute. The movements were all like one person, but more than 30 people seemed to be worth thousands of troops.

Seeing this, the city lord immediately laughed, and when he was about to open his arms and walk two steps quickly, the mysterious person next to him just said "cough!", and the half-raised arm of the whole person was immediately put down, and he sighed before he stopped his thoughts of asking for help.

From the moment he saw the two approaching, the bearded man only glanced at the lord of the city, and then all his attention was instinctively focused on the mysterious man's cloak.

Who is this? Why does such a thin body shape give him a sharp feeling?

If you really want to compare it, it is as if you are not seeing a human, but a dagger about to be unsheathed, an assassin who will disappear in front of you at any moment!

Looking at the state of the castle lord, it can be called a shudder! And what is the matter with the abrasions in the corners of the castle lord's eyes? Why don't you bandage it a little and come back?

Don't?

Looking at the tip of the mysterious man's clean chin under the hood, the bearded man suddenly had a puzzle: Could it be that the wound was left by the mysterious man halfway, and the city lord didn't have time to deal with it?

Yes, the bearded man guessed right.

The abrasion in the corner of the castle lord's eye was the one left by the woodpecker's bullet. On the way, the city lord wanted to take a gun from the car to fight back, but Ma Shuo didn't even look at this kind of behavior, and shot directly at the corner of the city lord's eye.

A bullet almost shattered the bones in the corner of the city lord's eye, and the smell of the hot metal burning his skin still makes the city lord feel palpitations.

"Ralph, my friend!" the two finally came to the bearded man's side, and the city lord immediately shook hands with each other, laughing slightly embarrassed and continuing, "This young man said that he was your friend, and he had important information to come to you as soon as possible. Interview!"

The bald beard who is almost half a hundred years old is none other than Ralph Dimon, an instructor of the Golden Guard. At this time, when he heard the city lord gritting his teeth and spit out the words "friend" and "interview", he couldn't help but immediately frown and look at the mysterious person.

Quite arrogantly puzzled: "Since we are friends, please show your true face." And threatening the lord is a capital offense, unless your intelligence is important enough. ”

"No!" Ralph clenched his fist with his remaining left hand and snorted coldly, "I bet you'll be pulp in thirty seconds!"

"Hehehe!" After a slightly childlike chuckle, Ma Shuo pulled down his hood and looked at the big man in front of him with a smile: "In the tomato knight, there is important information that needs to be communicated with you alone." ”

"So!" Ma Shuo paused for a moment, then looked at the city lord and then at the group of warriors. Turning his gaze to Ralph again, he shrugged his shoulders and stopped talking.

The meaning is obvious: the idle people and others retreat!

When Ralph saw Ma Shuo's true face for the first time, a series of thoughts instantly appeared in his heart: Tomato Knight? is it the Tomato Knight, who has helped many people in the past few years? So young? Obviously he is still a half-grown teenager!

Then he looked at the city lord who was quite embarrassed on the side, frowned and politely refused: "The city lord is the administrator of Yellowstone City, and even he can't know the information?"

"That's right!" Ma Shuo nodded immediately, as for the high-ranking city lord, in his eyes, he was an old pervert and nothing more.

Respect?

The one-word answer seems so categorical and undeniable. Immediately, the embarrassment on the face of the city lord involuntarily became three or four points.

But what he was facing here was no one else, but the chief instructor of the National Golden Guard, and one of the few aristocratic first-class counts who was not in the capital. What's more, the other party is still the most respected martial arts teacher of the king.

The other party doesn't care about political affairs except training, otherwise, he, the city lord, is not even qualified to be a puppet.

So if it weren't for Ma Shuo forcing him, the city lord really didn't want to come to the Yellowstone Basin, let alone see Ralph himself.

"Alright!" Ralph pondered for a long time before nodding and apologizing to the city lord, "My lord, leave it to me." ”

"Okay, okay!" The city lord dared to say a word, and immediately nodded and waved his hand: "It's okay, my task is complete, you old friends talk slowly!"

Ralph nodded immediately when he heard this, and then commanded in a loud voice, "Lord of the City to go to the medics to treat the wounds." ”

Watching the medics help the city lord to leave far away, Ralph looked at a group of young subordinates and ordered again: "Everyone obey the order, go back to the camp and bring all the equipment, aim and wait a hundred meters away, and shoot immediately if you find that I have a distress signal!

"Yes!

The moment this group of subordinates left, Ma Shuo stared at Ralph and exclaimed: "Ralph-Damon!