"No, even if you have great troubles, that's not an excuse to betray your companions!" Angry voices came from ahead.

It was Fisk.

"You're not dead?" Lyris's pupils shrank, full of shock.

"Great, you're still alive."

"I knew the leader would survive."

Completely different from Lyris's expression, the moment the rebels saw Fisk, almost their whole body jumped with excitement.

Fisk nodded at his men, staring coldly at Lyris.

"Thanks to you, I almost died, and you told them the news that I went to Amber Town, right?" Fisk said faintly.

How can there be such a coincidence in the world, a few days ago Lyris suddenly told Fisk that Princess Thea is still alive and being held by Nikun somewhere in Amber Town.

At that time, Fisk was a little puzzled, why did Lyris know about this? As a result, when he rescued the princess, he faced a siege of hundreds of people? This is clearly a trap.

After Fisk was killed, the rebels were leaderless, and then the end of the rebels came, all of which was designed, and the culprit was Lyris in front of him.

"I know it's wrong, please don't kill me, I'm also a member of the Resistance, please let me go." Lyris burst into tears, hoping that the person in front of him would spare his life for the sake of his former companions.

Several of the rebels glanced at each other, and their murderous intent flashed.

"A member of the Resistance? No, you don't deserve it! As soon as Fisk stretched out his hand, his subordinate handed him a dagger.

"You don't die, Captain Link can't close his eyes!"

Under Lyris's desperate gaze, the dagger quickly stabbed him in the heart.

"It's all over." Fisk picked up the dead Link and whispered to the sky, "You won't die in vain, Link!" ”

Tears welled up on the faces of the rest of the people, after all, they were comrades-in-arms for many years, and everyone's feelings were very deep.

After burying Link, the group heads to the town to join the rebels hiding in the shadows.

……

The street corner of Amber Town

"Do you really want to go alone?" Fisk gritted his teeth and asked in a deep voice.

"Well, I believe I will definitely deal with this matter, more people will only increase the casualties." Serge's tone was deep, but his expression was very relaxed.

"Since it's up to you to decide, go ahead, I'll pick you up outside!" Fisk stared at the cloudy sky, his mood as gloomy as the weather.

If Searle can really defeat Pike's gang, then the country will be on the road to freedom, and if it fails, all the previous efforts will be in ashes.

"Haha, I'll leave it to Pike, but the trash fish in the surrounding towns can only be solved by your rebels." Serge smiled heartily.

"Of course, I just have something for you." Fisk pulled out a stack of cards engraved with a special pattern from his pocket and threw it at Searle.

"What is this?" Searle looked at the cards, which seemed to be nothing special except for a pair of silver wings.

"This is the symbol of the royal family of the Daimu Kingdom, as long as the citizens of the Daimu Kingdom know it, maybe it can help you." Fisk explained.

"Thank you very much!" Serge waved his hand, and the figure faded away.

Fisk said to himself gratefully, "It should be Daomu who thanks you!" ”

Fisk then began to rally all of the rebels in preparation for a final assault.

"Whoa!" The gloomy weather suddenly began to rain, and the rain became heavier and heavier, and the water on the road had already gathered into a stream, and there seemed to be no intention of stopping.

The black crushing clouds pressed down in the sky, covering the entire island in the darkness of a rainy night, and with a hazy feeling of night rain!

However, this kind of rainy late night, and a sparsely populated town, is also suitable for Serre's operation, so you don't have to worry about being discovered.

The streets of Crane Town are silent and dark, the time has reached about eight o'clock, at this point in time, most people get up early, but due to the weather, there is no one, maybe the civilians are still sleeping!

"That's what Fisk said." Searle came to a special house, quietly entered the house directly, and walked up to the second floor, but the door on the second floor was too small, and with Searle's size, it took a long time to squeeze in.

"Whew~Whew~"

The person in the bed was still asleep, apparently not aware of the movement when he entered the door.

"Smack!"

There was a soft sound, and the lights in the room were suddenly turned on.

"Sorry, it's time to wake up." Serre shouted loudly, and at the same time looked at the man on the bed, this person was a short head, about two meters tall, dark skin, muscles on his body, and a kind of fierce momentum all over his body.

"Who are you? Why is it in my home? ”

"I'm a rebel." That's what Serge said.

"Bang!"

Hearing Searle's words, the man didn't think about it, and the pistol he got shot directly at Searle's head.

"Ding~" is like hitting something hard, making a crisp sound.

The next moment, the eyes of the man who fired the gun widened suddenly, and in his sight, the bullet from the man's pistol was flattened by Serge's forehead, and then fell to the ground.

"How is this possible?" The man fired several shots in quick succession, but the outcome was the same, and ordinary bullets alone could not hurt Searle.

"I know, you're a faceless member of the Pike Slave Traders."

Searle's right hand instantly stuck the man's neck and said, "Take me to your main base, or I'll pinch you to death." ”

"No way, if you let others know that I took you there, they will definitely kill me." The man blushed and said intermittently: "If I take you there, you will kill me too, I know that your rebels have always treated us people with cruel methods. ”

He was right, as a rule, if you encounter a slave trader, let alone a rebel who suffers from them, even Serre will drive them to death.

"No, you have no choice, either die now, or take me over, and I won't tell anyone, you brought me there." Serge said in a slighter tone.

After a moment's thought, the man finally nodded and agreed to take Searle to the headquarters of the Pike slave cartel.

The two of them are one in front of the other. After walking for more than an hour, I came to a forest outside the town of Crane, and in a wide area of vision, a huge castle appeared, about seventy or eighty meters long.

The man walked to the door of the castle, aimed at the stone wheel of the iron gate, left and right, and finally with a loud bang, the gate of the castle slowly opened to both sides, revealing a passage to the top, the passage opened, and two figures also walked in.

"Boom!"

As the two entered, the passage closed again.

Luxurious, precious. This was Searle's first instinct after stepping into the passage.

Almost as soon as you enter the building, you feel like you've entered a medieval castle.

There are more than 100 steps of stairs, at a 45-degree angle, and on both sides of the wall are photographs of unknown people, but these photos have no heads, and the heads on the photos have been cut out with a knife.

"This is the headquarters, where Pike-sama lives, and there should be a lot of people in it."

After walking down the stairs for a while, the man took a deep breath and turned to Serge.

"Okay, I'm talking, you get out of here, the next time you meet me, you won't have such good luck." With that, Serge continued to walk up the stairs, not wanting to waste any more time.

"Wait!" Just as Searle was about to disappear around the corner, the man shouted again,

"What's wrong?" Searle asked, turning his head.

"Someone will ask for the code in front of the gate in a moment."

"Cipher?" Hearing this, Searle looked stunned for a moment, he didn't expect these guys to be so cautious in his base.

"The code is Long live Master Pike!"

"Thank you then, now hurry up and leave!" The smile on Searle's face did not decrease, and he still said with that indifferent smile.

What is the use of a code? Lao Tzu needs this kind of thing?

Sure enough, when he reached the end of the stairs, a heavy iron gate ten meters high blocked the way.

"Haha, Lao Tzu is here!"