"My lord, do you want to let them be separated?", Richard Khan rained down, half fat, half frightened, and most of them were scared. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Wren glanced at him, "Why are you separating them?"

"This ......"

Richard couldn't say it, he thought that he had traveled between the aristocracy and the market gangs over the years, and had seen many great people, but he had never seen such a city at Wren's age. That kind of unangry and powerful when he is not smiling makes his momentum like a substance, like the sea water hitting his head and face layer by layer, being stared at by his gaze, and he feels breathless for a moment.

It wasn't a man at all, it was a dragon, a dragon that seemed calm but was as violent as fire!

Richard lowered his head and stared at his toes, Wren withdrew his gaze, he took out a piece of the city lord's letterhead made of some kind of beast scales from his jewel-encrusted belt, and threw it to Blair: "If the garrison or the city defense army are dispatched, take my letterhead and tell them that it is not allowed to meddle in the war between the forces in the city." After a pause, he added, "Go to the garrison first, if you see someone running quickly to the ...... of the police station," Wren gestured with his index finger around his neck.

Blair took the new signing with both hands, saluted, turned around and strode away.

There were already hundreds of corpses lying on the streets, and each corpse had on its face the last longing for life and the horror of death. The bloody air swept away the meager clouds in the sky, turning the entire sky over Ortlenburg red.

The spectators on both sides of the street were silent, not daring to make the slightest noise to avoid misunderstanding. The eyes and ears of the other forces were also shocked by the fierceness of this battle, and they all panicked and fidgeted.

It's almost time to stop.

Many people sigh that this is also a culture of the underground world, and a conflict may not really be fought until the end of the fight with only one person left, as long as the winner is decided. Of course, the two parties will not take the initiative to stop, unless one party admits defeat, but such a scene is really rare. These people who have been hiding in the dark world all year round value their face and status more than those nobles. No one will be the first to say the words of admitting defeat, it is a kind of weakness, and weakness means that it will be swallowed up by a new wave.

At this time, the role of the city defense force or garrison can be reflected. Let a third party intervene, separate the two sides, and then sit down and talk in detail, this is an unspoken rule, an order in the underground world, a rule that everyone who lives in the dark world must follow!

A young man clutched the money bag in his hand, which contained fifty silver coins, and he ran as fast as he could through the streets. Hutter had already instructed him to rush to the police station as soon as he got the code, so that the guards could rush over. He firmly remembered every word of Hute, which was related to his small life, but also related to the lives of hundreds of brothers in the Brotherhood.

Seeing that the security station was within easy reach, and he could see it as long as he turned a corner, he breathed a sigh of relief inexplicably, and his running speed decreased slightly. At this moment, a bright light flashed like lightning, and a clear sound echoed in his ears, and the world in his eyes began to rotate continuously until it was completely dark.

Blair flicked his sword hard, and a few drops of blood were thrown out along the cold blade. He glanced down at the twitching corpses and corpses, then turned and strode away.

It was also at this time that in the police station, Puls paced back and forth, frowning, and looked in the direction of the corner of the street from time to time. As the head of one of the local violent institutions, his knowledge of the city has long been in his bones. He was used to the rules of the game between the gangs. To be reasonable, someone should have been sent at this time, otherwise the losses on both sides will be too great, far beyond what both sides can bear!

Whether it was for money, or to keep the order that had been formed in Ortrenburg from collapsing, it was his duty to separate the two sides of this battle.

The footsteps in the distance grew louder and louder, and Poole took a deep breath, his tightly knit brows furrowed, and he raised his head slightly, but he ushered in someone who even he ignored.

Blair, a fifth-level knight recognized by the Empire, is about to be a master of the Martial Lord, a guardian knight of the Golden Thorn Family, and...... Wren's doglegs.

Pouls's heart suddenly skipped two beats, and the feeling of palpitations made his legs weak, and he hurriedly sat on the table and sat on the chair.

"This is the letterhead of the city lord, the city lord ordered ......", Blair's words stopped at this point, and the guards in the police station were dazed for a moment before they stood up to Pouls's roar. Blair's eyes flashed, and he said with a smile: "The City Lord orders you to pay attention to maintaining security near the City Lord's Mansion to ensure that there will be no changes in the City Lord's Mansion. As he spoke, he handed over the letterhead.

Poole blinked as if he didn't understand, "But I've been alerted that a gang of gangsters in the city is ......."

Blair immediately interrupted him rudely, and mocked in a contemptuous tone, "Are you trying to disobey the orders of the City Lord's Mansion?"

Pulse was taken aback and lowered his head, "Don't dare...... , but ......"

"Execute the order! I don't want to repeat it again. Blair's hand was already pressed on the hilt of the sword. As a fifth-level knight who was about to get the title of Martial Lord and Title, he had absolute self-confidence, and one person was enough to suppress dozens of people here. What's more, he is also burdened with the name of a golden noble retainer, and not everyone dares to swing a sword at him.

Hute of Fountain Garden Street looked at the end of the street from time to time, and the uneasiness in his heart became more and more intense, according to the plan, at this time the guards should be armed with swords and clubs to break them up, and they could also take this opportunity to step down, and the two sides should stop making peace and transfer the battlefield to the negotiating table. But Puls seems to be coming a little slowly today, is there something wrong?

The battle in front of us continues, primitive, and brutal. One by one, his men fell in the clashes, losing their lives and becoming cold. His strength was also crumbling little by little, and he could feel that there were more and more malicious eyes around him. But he can't stop, he is like the leader of a pack of wild wolves, he can only have one chance to admit defeat in his life, and this only chance to admit defeat also means that his life will come to an end.

Rice also sensed that something was wrong, and he and Huter shared the same concerns. Once he admits defeat, even if the other party is willing to let each other go, there will be restless people among his men who will jump out and show his minions.

At this moment, I can only bite the bullet and go all the way forward.

This fight lasted until noon, and no one admitted defeat, but both sides were beaten to the core. In the battle of more than five hundred people, no more than thirty people could stand, and the rest lay on the ground. They also completely formed mortal enemies with each other, and they never stopped.

Hut glared at Rice angrily, as if the culprit of all this was the humble little old man in front of him, he pointed at Rice and left with the people.

Rice's clenched teeth finally let go after Huter left, and his cheeks stiffened, and the upper and lower rows of teeth were painful. He glanced at the casualties all over the ground, stomped his feet, and turned to leave.

"Send someone to drag out the brothers who are not dead, and find me a priest to treat them......"

At this moment, the whole city became cloudy, and those forces who had only intended to watch from the sidelines, after weighing the gap between themselves and Hute and Rice, suddenly became interested. Those wealthy businessmen who walked between the cities also had different thoughts.

This is a battle related to the final outcome of millions of gold coins, and it seems that it is not unacceptable to pay a small price for it.

Alma was the only one who grew more and more frightened. She didn't have time to wait for a reply from the other side, and at this sunny noon, she crawled into the city lord's mansion.

Wren slipped open a piece of Colmer veal, and the silver fork thudged in, the gravy squeezed out with some pink blood. Wren looked at Alma, who was standing on the sidelines, uneasy, and opened his lips to put the veal in his mouth. The tender veal is cooked only five times rare, and then the tongue is pressed against the piece of meat to the upper jaw, and the whole piece of veal is squeezed into gravy as if it were jelly.

"Would you like some?", Wren gestured with a knife in one hand and a fork in the other. Alma suddenly shuddered and shook her head repeatedly, and Wren had to shrug his shoulders, "It's a pity, the veal is really delicious this time." ”

Alma squeezed out an ugly smile, she stood here thinking about it a lot, and the more she thought about it, the more terrified she became. Obviously, everyone outside regarded Wren as an idiot, a fool, and an object to be bullied at will, but they didn't know that this young patriarch, who had even completed the coming-of-age ceremony ahead of schedule, had quietly turned his hands into clouds and turned his hands into rain, tearing and smashing the solid iron plate of the entire Ortrenburg. Now the forces in the city almost ignored the existence of him as a city lord, and were completely blinded by the so-called hundred-yuan gold coin.

He threw out a bone, broke the malice of the Ortrenburg underground, and then cut it down. His aim was simple, and that was to take control of the city, and that he would become the king, and that everyone would live under his will, singing and dancing with his laughter, and with unease under his wrath.

Thinking of this, Alma lost even the courage to look up.

The aristocratic man sitting at the table dining elegantly seems to have turned into a demon, and people dare not look at it directly.

======

There's also a chapter that's in the yard.,Went to run errands during the day.,Things seem to be crowded together during this time.,Update later.,Definitely update.。。

Come and come, desperate butts hurt each other