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The dark and gloomy corners are suitable for the brewing of a conspiracy and the birth of a betrayal, but at this time there are only three or two sleepy guards here.

Gnison was bloodied and curled up in a corner of the massive iron cage that had been used to hold the rampaging Beamon, but now it had become the cell in which he was imprisoned.

Despite Amari's plea, the death penalty could not be avoided, and in the end, he was severely condemned by Tanan with a hundred military sticks and imprisoned here, and he was relieved of all his duties.

Years of hard climbing were now nothing, and when the war was over, he would face that unknown fate, and the thought of Haag returning in glory as the crown prince of the barbarians, and the fact that he was about to spend the rest of his life in a cold, damp underground cage, the resentment and anger in his blood could not help but burn, and the chill generated by the great despair in his heart could freeze even the mountain peaks.

And yet he couldn't do anything.

Tanan's slap not only knocked him off all his dignity, but the kick that kicked him in the chest even broke his sternum and broken his meridians, and he couldn't even use a little fighting spirit, and then the hundred military sticks that the ogre smashed down violently might have died directly if it weren't for his strong physique.

So Tanan just sent a few big-eared monsters to guard at random, and the generals who used to be above 10,000 people under one person are now not as good as a wild dog, and even the few big-eared monsters who are responsible for guarding him are napping on wooden stakes, and they don't want to look at him even if they are pity or resentment.

"Hehehe... Hey, hey, hey... Hahaha... Ahem!"

Gnison, who was curled up on the ground, suddenly erupted into a burst of mournful laughter, but soon erupted into a more violent cough from the wound that affected his body, and the blood of several floors mixed with some dark brown fragments rushed out of his throat, which reminded him of the delicious food he had gone to the bucket of water at the old master's house when he was a child.

"What are you screaming for! Tell Lao Tzu to beat you again!"

Gnison's actions eventually caused a disturbance to the snoozing guards, and one of them came over and violently slammed the iron cage fence with the mace in his hand, making a screeching sound that made him want to vomit even more after being dizzy.

But at this time, he had a strange feeling in his heart, he hoped that the big-eared monster would continue to knock like this, even if it was okay to be abusive, so that he could feel that he at least still existed, and not like a carrion corpse that no one cared about.

However, he was disappointed even with such a humble wish, and the big-eared monster felt bored after a few knocks, and the news that Gnison had been beaten and nearly killed by the leader in public had spread throughout the barbarian barracks.

Now everyone is talking about how to welcome back the hero with the power of the ancestors and the possibility of Haag becoming the crown prince tomorrow, and as for the persecution of the hero Gnison, no one wants to look at it anymore.

Most people even felt that the reason why the leader kept Gnison alive was only to wait for Haag to return to his own hands, and the possibility of his re-emergence was infinitely close to zero.

However, just as the big-eared monster turned around and wanted to go back to napping, a misty black mist suddenly covered the moonlight above his head, as if a stinky corpse had melted in front of him, and the strong feeling of suffocation made his eyes widen instantly.

He tried to open his mouth and shout, but the vibration of his vocal cords stopped abruptly at the Adam's apple, like an invisible hand knotting his tongue and thrust it deep into his throat, and after taking the last of his strength to look at the world, he fell like a puddle of mud.

"Click!"

The heavy iron locks twisted and fell off from an unknown external force and slammed to the ground, and the guards who were supposed to arrive were leaning against the stakes like corpses.

Sometimes, death is just a gust of wind.

"It's you. ”

In a pool of blood, Gnison struggled to raise his head, the bruise that had formed a thick scab on his eyelids made it impossible for him to see the appearance of the visitor, but the smell was impossible to forget once in his life.

"It's me. ”

Two green flames suddenly lit up under a pitch-black cloak, without a trace of temperature, as if they were about to devour all souls.

"Hehe, I didn't expect that the last person to come to see me turned out to be you, but is it still useful for you to look like me?"

Gnison sneered, he knew that this person would not do meaningless things, and now he didn't mind making a deal with the devil, as long as the temptation given by the devil was enough, he had nothing to lose anyway.

"Anyone and everything in this world is valuable, and the so-called waste is just a bad user, at least in my opinion, there is a lot you can do. ”

The black-robed man spoke without sorrow or joy, neither concealing his purpose nor showing any mercy to Gnison.

"What do you want me to do?"

Gnison used the last of his strength to support his body and sit up from the ground, but when his back was against the iron fence, a sharp pain instantly hit his mind, almost making him faint, but he persisted, so that he could talk to this person face to face, although he could no longer see the other person's appearance, but this was his last dignity.

"It's not what I want you to do, it's what you can do for yourself, and I can get some benefit from it. ”

Still in a cold, emotionless tone, the black-robed man corrected Gnison's omission.

"Well, what can I do?"

Gnison shrugged, this kind of verbal war didn't mean anything to him, as long as there was a way for him to vent the hatred in his heart, even if it was a sea of swords and fire, he would not hesitate to try.

"Kill Tanan. ”

The black-robed man stated his purpose bluntly.

"Hahaha! ahem! I! assassinate the leader? ha

Even if the strong emotional and physical fluctuations would cause unbearable pain in the wounds all over the body, the words of the black-robed man still made Gnison laugh wildly, anyway, there was no living mouth around here, it didn't matter how he tossed, and in the face of Gnisson's wild laughter, the black-robed man just looked coldly, and the two green flames did not even produce half a point of fluctuation because of this.

"Even in my heyday, I couldn't get close to the leader, how do you let me assassinate me now?"

After a while, Gnison finally finished laughing, and at this time, the wound on his back had broken again because of the violent movement just now, and he had turned into a bloody man, but he didn't care about his state, but looked at the black shadow in front of him with a mocking expression.

"Of course you can't, but General Gru will help you, and that's all you need to do when the time comes......"

As the dark shadow's voice grew deeper and deeper, Gnison's eyes, which had been completely covered by despair, lit up with a flash of ecstasy.

"What can I get!?"

As soon as the black shadow's words fell, he immediately asked impatiently, and from the other party's words just now, he saw infinite possibilities, so much so that he even forgot the predicament that he was now trapped in a cage and scarred.

"Shouldn't this question be asked to yourself? I only offer opportunities, and the extent to which you can grasp it is entirely up to you. ”

The black shadow said lightly.

"Last question, Mr. Sandru, what is the point of your help to me, I don't see anything in your plan that you can benefit, and even if I succeed in seizing the throne, I will not become your puppet, if you think so, I advise you to let me die here. ”

"Hehe, you don't care so much about my business, but if you have to give a reason, I can also give one, I hope this war continues, preferably until the end of the world, for this little wish, I always do not hesitate to lend a little helping hand to those in need, can this answer solve your doubts?"

The black cloak slipped silently, revealing the vicissitudes of life inside.

Sword eyebrows, starry eyes, high nose and wide lips, the smile hanging on the corner of the mouth just expresses the depth and wisdom of a middle-aged man, if it weren't for the cold green fire flashing in the eyes, in fact, this face looks more like a middle-aged nobleman with mature vicissitudes.

Nevertheless, Gnison knew that beneath this gentle exterior was a mysterious soul that was far beyond his imagination.

There seems to be nothing he doesn't know, and nothing seems to be what he wants, but everything this person does is bound to have a huge impact on the world.

"Please heal me. ”

Gnison pleaded.

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