When Duck woke up, he had a splitting headache and wanted to touch his head, but was surprised to find that his hands and feet were bound with strong ropes, and his mouth was stuffed with a lump of grass!

What's going on!

It's been three days since the inaugural meeting of the Shenma Alliance ended, didn't he and a team of river god warriors escort Sorida back to the Pagchiano tribe?

And then...... It seems to be ...... The chieftain of the Pagchiano tribe was very enthusiastic and persuaded himself to drink a lot of wine. The pen and fun pavilion www.biquge.info without Isabella's purification, and without George's metal ball stimulation, he couldn't wake up......

Duck suddenly broke out in a cold sweat: drunk and unconscious? As the commander of the escort team, he was drunk in an unfamiliar place? Isn't this death? What the hell is going on? What about the rest of the escort?

Calm down! It's useless to be anxious now, you have to figure out what's going on.

I represent the Shenma Alliance, and I was tied up, which shows that the chariots and horses are going against the alliance, so the Pagchiano tribe has fallen to Atlas?

No, it's not that bad. If Pagchiano falls to Atlas, he should kill me with a knife and take my head to buy it from Atlas. Now that he has arrested me and does not dare to kill me, does it mean that the chief is swaying from side to side?

So, what gave him the courage to dare to be against the Alliance? The real culprit behind the scenes must be found!

The moonlight shone in through the small window, and there was a light in all directions, and Duck slowly scanned the surroundings.

It was a dark, cramped cell, covered with wet rough straw mats and next to a log pier on which lay a clay pot with water in it.

There was a slight snoring from the guards outside the door, and there were at least two people listening to the voice. Duck slowly rolled to the side of the log pier, and with a hard lift of his shoulder, the clay pot fell to shatter with a thud.

The noise alarmed the guards, and the two men rubbed their eyes and looked around, and when they saw that everything was fine, they stuck their heads over and looked in through the wooden fence at the door.

Duck snored loudly.

After looking at it for a while, one of the guards said, "It was the guy inside who turned over and knocked over the jug." ”

"Damn, scare me! No, save him from sending it to him, let him do it! You hold it up for a while, and I'll go to sleep." ”

"Lao Tzu owes you, can you sleep, Lao Tzu can't sleep, you!"

The two guards fell asleep again.

Duck couldn't understand the native language, so he waited patiently for a full hour, confirmed that the snoring outside was already deep, slowly opened his eyes, and searched around.

He quickly found a relatively sharp pottery shard, and with great difficulty moved it, cutting the rope back and forth with both hands on the pottery shard.

It was awkward to make a movement with his hands behind his back, he sweated profusely, and it took a long time to cut the rope, and then carefully untied the rope from his feet, pulled the grass from his mouth, took the cover of darkness, and lurked into the shadows of the corner.

A dark cloud came and obscured the moon. Duck pressed against the wall with extremely slow movements - the wall was actually made of wood, and he could smash a big hole with one punch, but it was bound to alarm the guards, and besides, the enemy situation was unknown, and he thought that he did not have the strength of the Sword Saint Sword God, so he did not dare to rush hard.

He moved against the wall to the doorway, and looked cautiously outside, where the wind was strong, and the bonfires in the east and west were blown and shivered, and the whole jungle made a terrible whining.

There were not many people outside, and the two guys at the door were sleeping very deeply, and it was estimated that they would not wake up for a while. The latch was pinned from the outside, and Duck quickly picked up the rope, tied a larger piece of pottery to the end, and slowly handed it out from the small window, turning it a few times, pinning the latch, and slowly lifting it up.

The rope swallowed the weight, stretched straight, and the whole latch slowly moved upward, gradually lifting out of the groove of the latch that opened upwards.

Click, the latch hits!

Duck was startled, threw away the rope, shrunk behind the door, and clenched his fists!

After waiting for a long time, there was nothing except the growing wind, and the two guards were still snoring.

Duck didn't hesitate any longer, opened the door lightly, and escaped into the darkness.

It was learned from Sorida that the Pagchiano tribe used bonfires to signify status, and that there were seven perennial bonfires in front of the chieftain's house. It didn't take much effort for Duck to sneak up near the chief's house, hiding in a thick grass.

Not far away, there was a sound of giggling, and the six men staggered to each other towards the chief's house.

At the head was the chief, his face flushed and his snort was like an old cow that was on the verge of death but had been forcibly dragged out to plough the field. The footsteps were vain, and if it weren't for the support of the two people next to him, he would have fallen to the ground a long time ago.

The two people who supported him were the Atlas messenger who was beaten with a stick a few days ago, and the other was also an acquaintance, Traville of the Okdaville tribe who was in opposition at every turn at the alliance's founding ceremony.

I see!

The Atlas envoy had a nose of dust in the Shenma Alliance, so he came here to try his luck. Traville of the Okdawil tribe was a loyal lackey of Atlas, and naturally he couldn't let his master go home empty-handed, so he threaded the needle and led the wolf here.

The Pagchiano tribe was so weak that the chieftain couldn't even stand up to a single tribe of Octavil, let alone the Atlas, which was as powerful as an epic creature. But when he said that he wanted to kill Duck and his party to start a war with the Alliance, he didn't have the courage to do so, so he had to detain Duck and them separately.

Understood, the crux of the matter lies with the Atlas emissaries and Travel!

As long as these two guys are slaughtered, Atlas will surely be furious. In order to survive, the small Pagchiano tribe will inevitably completely fall to the Shenma Alliance!

Sure enough, the greater the danger, the greater the chance!

A fierce light flashed in Dark's eyes: "Two, for the sake of the alliance, you will die here tonight!"

There were not a few guards near the chieftain's house, only the two tribal warriors with obsidian daggers at their waists behind them, equally vain and drunk. One of them holds a rope in his hand, and the other end of the rope is tied around the neck of the last person.

When he saw the last person clearly, Darker was startled, walking at the end, who was led and stripped clean like a dog, who was not Solida?

The dignified chief's wife was reduced to such a step? was so humiliated in front of her husband? And the incompetent and cowardly chief, whose wife was treated like this, had a flattering look on her face!

You damn bastards!

Teng's fury exploded in Dark's chest.

Tonight, I'm going to show you unscrupulous brutes what happens when you are the enemy of darkness!

Just as Duck was thinking about sneaking into the plan, suddenly, someone tapped him on the shoulder!

He felt a slight pain in his shoulder, his body was paralyzed, and he couldn't move!