"Good person?huh~ What are you talking about me?" Yang Long was stunned for a moment, and then thought disdainfully: "I still have a day to be praised by others? It's ridiculous!"

Shaking his head meaninglessly, Yang Long and méiyou responded to Macriel's thanks, but lightly reminded: "It's time for us to go." ”

"Uh, yes, okay. Macriel stayed for a while before he suddenly came to his senses, glanced at Yang Long with a flushed face, and found that the other party didn't seem to be méiyou, nodded a little gloomily, and continued to lead Yang Long forward."

So the three of them set off again, walking towards the deeper barracks.

On the other side, in the parlor of a small castle in the Third Legion, a few kilometers away, Harry, who had been missing for a day, was kneeling in front of an officer in brown armor with a face of about thirty years old and short orange hair.

More than ten hours earlier, Harry had passed out on the outskirts of the safe zone, covered in injuries, and had been rescued into the barracks by the Sentry.

After some treatment, Harry quickly came to his senses, and despite the doctor's obstruction, he went to the headquarters of the Third Legion to report on the investigation.

And not long after Yang Long and the three of them entered the safe zone, Harry was summoned here again, and was once again inquired in detail by Samuel Hawke, the deputy commander of the Samuel Hawk Legion, who had reached the strength of the ninth-order high-ranking berserker.

"Harry, the suspicious person you mentioned, Yijing was brought into the safe zone under our control by Squad 23 Makriel more than an hour ago. Samuel Hawke said majestically.

When Harry awoke from his coma and learned of the civilians who had left first. And after méiyou returned to Riptide Castle safely first, but all of them died under the butcher's knife of the rebels of Riptide Castle, he put all the blame on Yang Long's head.

"Lord Samuel, you must avenge your dead brothers!" Harry blushed when he heard Yang Long's news, and pleaded loudly, "And Captain Macriel, please save her!"

The admiration for Macriel and the jealousy of Yang Long made the narrow-minded Harry think that he only needed to kill Yang Long. Erase the love that Macril has just ignited. He had a chance to get the goddess in his mind.

That's why he racked his brains to describe Yang Long as a malicious infiltrator, but said that Macriel was deceived by him, and wanted to do his best to make Macriel have the responsibility to bear.

It's a pity for Samuel Hawke. Harry narrated self-righteously. Méiyou has the slightest hint of credibility.

However, Yang Long gave Harry a bandage. But Samuel Hawke made up his mind to frame Yang Long for the plan, so to speak, even if Méiyou Harry's frame. Samuel Hawke will also find a way to kill Yang Long and seize the wealth.

"Macriel was raised by me, of course I will protect her!" Samuel Hawk continued with calm eyes and unmoved: "I just want to ask you, can you be sure that this traveler has a lot of high-quality materials on him?"

"That's true, my lord!" Harry méiyou sensed anything wrong with Samuel Hawke's words, thought for a moment and added loudly, "That damn fellow, there are two spatial rings!"

"Shime! are you telling the truth?" Samuel Hawk asked, with a twinkle in his eyes as if he were carrying a chicken, as he raised Harry, who was kneeling on his knees, with one hand.

"No, no, my lord, I swear!" Harry stammered for a long time, then gritted his teeth in reply.

"Hahaha, good!" Samuel Hawk threw Harry away, removed two large swords from the wall, and strode towards the outside of the castle, shouting as he went:

"The remaining team of the Third Legion assembles and goes out on a mission with me!"

Just as Samuel Hawk was gathering his troops and rushing towards Yang Long, Macriel Yijing and Yang Long waited for more than ten minutes at the gate of the area where the outermost First Army was located.

"I've been waiting so long, how can I still get my order?" Macriel urged for the fifth time, to the sergeant guarding the camp gate.

"I'm sorry, please wait for a while" The sergeant guarding the camp gate was a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy with only second-order lower strength, and under Macriel's urging, his face was flushed and a little overwhelmed.

"Really qiguài, isn't it usual to be able to compare identities quickly?" Macriel didn't doubt him, but he felt a little embarrassed to make a fool of himself in front of Yang Long.

In the shihou of the Tongguo residential area, Macriel packed the ticket several times, and he must entertain Yang Long with a good heat, but who was blocked when he arrived here, which made her very ashamed.

If it had been half a day ago, even if such a situation had been encountered, Macriel would have been a little overwhelmed, but he would not have been too careful.

But after a long day of shijiān, the current Macriel, in the face of Yang Long's shihou, can't help but want to reflect the beautiful side of ziji, and even the foul language that usually bursts out when he is angry is now completely restrained.

But fortunately, Yang Long did not show his disgust with Macriel's "broken promise", which made the girl feel inexplicably relieved.

The three of them waited like this, until a few more minutes later, when Macriel was on the verge of erupting again, the young sergeant guarding the camp gate finally received the order and hurriedly opened the gate.

"Mr. Grovefe, I've kept you waiting, let's go. Glaring at the young sergeant fiercely, Macriel held back the dissatisfaction in his heart and turned back to Yang Long and smiled.

"Okay, let's go. Yang Long nodded casually and followed the guidance into the barracks.

Compared with the outer floor, the biological atmosphere in the barracks is obviously much stronger, and in addition to many young soldiers over fifteen and twenty years old, there are also adult faces ranging from twenty to forty years old.

Moreover, the sergeants here obviously received more food than the children on the periphery, and although each sergeant was very thin, he walked very powerfully, and he was ready to fight.

"This is the camp of the First Legion, and the difāng we are going to is the Third Legion where I am located" Macriel saw Yang Long observing the sergeants coming and going, and introduced with some inferiority: "Because the prince lives in this area, the sergeants here are the most elite, not those of our Third Legion"

Judging from the aura within the range of perception, the first legion has about three or four thousand people, and the average strength is about the upper rank of the third order, compared to the previous sergeant who was vulnerable to the ogre, every soldier here is a fearless warrior with a military soul.

It's a pity that for a kingdom, with just such an army, the military strength is still a little too weak, but from the fact that the prince also lives here, Yang Long can analyze that Garin Torbain is also a wise monarch.

"Well, that's pretty good. Yang Long nodded approvingly, and then added: "You are also very good, even better than them." ”

"Hehe, thank you for the compliment, Mr. Grovefe. The inhibition on Macriel's face was swept away, and a smile appeared on her face, and as she walked forward quickly, she babbled and said, "Lord Oslet, you will definitely be welcomed!"

"Hmph, it's really very grand!" Yang Long sensed the changes around him, and replied in a sarcastic tone.

At the edge of Yang Long's perceptual range, there was the aura of about four or five hundred professionals, and for the reason that Ziji was standing on the wèizhi, it was rapidly approaching in a circular encirclement.

It was clearly a premeditated ambush!

"Could it be this woman no, not her. Yang Long stopped walking, denied that the plotter was Macriel's kěnéng, and stood at the door of a four-story house, waiting for the mastermind to appear automatically.

"Mr. Grofe, what are you doing?" Macriel walked a few dozen meters away, only to find that Yang Long and méiyou were following, and just wanted to return, but suspiciously found that there were many heavily armed Third Legion sergeants rushing from the other side of the street.

Immediately after that, one after another, like turán jumping out, appeared from all corners of the barracks, surrounding Yang Long's master and apprentice, leaving only an open space with a radius of twenty meters.

"Captain, it's great that you're okay!" Harry walked out of the crowd and shouted before stepping forward in an attempt to pull Macriel into the crowd, "Come with me, Captain!"

However, what made him méiyou think was that Macriel not only méiyou entered the crowd of colleagues, but instead dodged Harry's hand, walked back to Yang Long's master and apprentice, looked at Harry fixedly and asked, "Harry, are you doing this?!"

"Macriel, it's too dangerous over there, come here!" Samuel Hawk, protected by four sixth-order warriors, stepped out of the crowd and commanded the female warrior majestically.

"Uncle Samuel, what do you mean by shime?Is there a misunderstanding of shime?!" At this shihou, the loyal and honest Macriel also mingbái, this is a frame-up in an attempt to disadvantage Yang Long, and méiyou obeyed the order as before, but asked loudly.

"Twenty-third squad, Captain Macriel!" Samuel Hawk's face changed, and he ordered word by word: "Do you want to disobey military orders?!"

Hearing the order of the direct commander, Macriel's whole body trembled, and after his eyes flickered for a moment, he actually gritted his teeth and took a diagonal step, blocked in front of Yang Long, and slapped Samuel Hawk's face with practical actions.

"Okay, hehe, it's good!" Samuel Hawk, who was laughing angrily, flashed a fierce light in his eyes, glanced at the sergeant of Zhouwéi, and loudly pronounced the sentence: "The Third Legion, the Twenty-third Squad, Captain Macriel, openly disobeyed the military order, and now I"

"Shut up, pig!" The abrupt voice interrupted Samuel Hawke's speech, Yang Long gently pulled away Macriel, took a few steps forward, looked at the deputy commander not far away with contempt, and said lightly: "Now you, mǎshàng are going to die!" (To be continued.) )