The coachman slowly crawled out of the tunnel with the piece of paper, at this time he was already in a trance, and he didn't even know which side he should belong to, his body and hands and feet were just subconscious movements, and his expression was dazed and ashamed.

Outside the tunnel, Robles had already escaped, and the situation inside had naturally been reported to Bradley. Bradley was also surprised, and secretly glad that he didn't take the lead this time. Otherwise, the ninth-order powerhouse disguised himself as an ordinary soldier to assassinate himself, and he didn't dare to say that he would definitely be able to react.

Seeing the coachman crawl out again, the people of the empire instantly thought: We have been tricked? The trap set by the coachman and the quilt warriors below?

Bradley's face was angry, and with a wave of his hand, he knocked the coachman's remaining arm away, and took the paper from his hand by the way. The driver screamed, fell to the ground, and then trembled, and could not get up for a while without his hands.

The people around him watched coldly, and Bradley took the paper and checked it repeatedly: "It's just like this, 'I'm Van Mill, I'm in the hands of the kobold', but it looks like this trace is indeed him, and the ink is also new." ”

Robles, the attendant on the side, sighed: "It was my fault, the situation was urgent. Commander Van Meer bravely fought with the enemy and ordered the whole army to retreat, but unfortunately we were finally withdrawn. ”

Everyone: "......"

Bradley put the paper aside, crouched down and asked the coachman, "Which side are you on now?"

"I, I, I ......," the coachman was speechless in pain.

Bradley frowned, and helplessly glanced at a military priest behind him, and the priest understood, and casually used a healing technique to alleviate some of his pain. Only then did the coachman come to his senses a little, but he still couldn't stand up, and could only speak with his face close to his face: "I, I'm on the side of the empire, and I'm on the side of the empire." ”

"And what do you mean now?" Bradley asked again.

"I, I, I don't know......," the coachman cried. At that time, the quilt warrior just asked him to send the paper out, and he didn't say a few meanings.

"Then go back and ask," Bradley stood up and hooked the coachman with the instep of his foot, "by the way, don't really anger the Empire, or they can't afford the consequences!"

"Yes...... the coachman nodded repeatedly, and hurried into the tunnel.

Seeing the coachman flee back, Robles leaned in and whispered to Bradley: "So what now?"

Bradley frowned and said nothing, Van Mill is not an ordinary person, he is the leader of the dragon knights here, the theoretical local supreme commander. Although Bradley is a sword master, he has long since retired in name, and he is also "passing by" here. His dragon knights are all soldiers under his command and brought with him. In terms of feelings, there is no doubt that he is more deep than Van Mill, and he is more in awe of him, an old sword saint.

It's not much of an urgent situation at the moment, and if you just ignore it, it's equivalent to a bunch of kobolds in exchange for a dragon knight leader, which seems to be a loss, and it also chills the subordinates here. No matter how you calculate, it doesn't feel worth it.

In this way, we can only try to talk about it. At least the Quilt Warriors should know that if they really anger the Imperials, the kobolds may be wiped out.

Here, the coachman stumbled back to the Quilt Brave, where the circle had been rearranged, and two chariots surrounded the entrance to the cave, waiting for the battle. When the coachman returned, everyone almost thought they were nervous and shot him with arrows.

"It's me, it's me. Seeing the coachman hurriedly open his mouth to identify himself.

Everyone didn't dare to relax, and turned their eyes behind the coachman, not knowing who he would bring this time.

"It's just me, don't be nervous, I'...... I'm no longer a threat to you. Tears gleamed in the driver's eyes, and he didn't know if it was because of the pain of his broken arm, or if he was in guilt, or some other emotion.

Only then did everyone observe him carefully, his arms were gone, and his body was covered with blood and mud, and he was extremely embarrassed. For a moment, everyone fell silent. Even at this time, many people still find it hard to believe that the coachman has really betrayed, and that was once a person who was not even afraid of death.

"I'm here to ask on behalf of the Empire," the coachman remembered his mission, "what do you mean?"

"It doesn't mean anything, it just means it. The quilt brave replied casually.

The coachman was surprised for a moment: "Just let me reply like that?"

"What's the problem?" asked the quilt warrior rhetorically.

"Nope. The driver had no choice but to climb out of the tunnel again.

The Imperial people here asked coldly: "How did he reply?" The coachman was helpless, and he couldn't make up any other lines at this time, so he could only say truthfully: "He said, that's it...... Meaning meaning. ”

A soldier on the side went up and slapped him, and the driver was knocked to the ground on the spot: "Are you playing with us?"

"No, no," the coachman rolled on the ground, struggling for a long time to get up, "I'll go down and ask again." ”

"Go!" the soldier picked him up and threw him into the tunnel.

stumbled back to the quilt warrior again, and said bluntly: "The imperial people say, are you playing with them?"

"It's not. The quilt warrior finished answering.

"......" The coachman waited for a long time, but he didn't have a second line, so he could only ask again, "That's it?"

"That's right. The quilt brave replied.

The coachman was helpless, climbed out of the tunnel again, and replied to the Imperialists: "He ...... He said no. ”

A soldier went up and slapped him three times: "I don't say anything else, our commander still lost a hair, I'll kill all you kobolds!"

"Yes, yes, yes. The coachman nodded again and again, and then went back to the tunnel.

Robles watched from the sidelines, and couldn't help but be irritated at this time: "What does this kobold want to do?"

Over there, Bradley leaned against the window, looked up at the sky and frowned in contemplation, before he spoke: "I'm afraid it's to stall for time." ”

Everyone was stunned, and subconsciously looked at the sky, which was getting darker and darker. Without the suppression of the Wyvern Knight, the thunderstorm would probably erupt in a few hours, and it seemed to be faster than expected.

"I'm sorry sir," one of the soldiers came over to explain, "we have received orders from Chief Van Memeer that the passage has been found and that a general assault is about to begin. So he withdrew the Wyvern Knights, who were still suppressing the weather. ”

"I know," Bradley just waved his hand, "but now it seems that it was a mistake to withdraw the Wyvern Knight. Since they can make a trick of disguising soldiers to assassinate, they are obviously ready for all-out war. Thunderstorms are the perfect time to do so, and they won't miss that. Now the thunderstorm has not fallen, and the time has not come, so they are delaying time. ”

Robles immediately turned his head and ordered: "The Wyvern Knight horse rises into the air, and according to its original position, disperses the thunderclouds." ”

Several dragon knights looked at each other, and one of them replied, "Our pterosaur has been flying continuously for more than 10 hours, and it is difficult to continue flying at the moment. ”

"Who are you fooling?" Bradley's face turned cold, "Do you think that I, an old man, are not qualified to order you?"

"No, it's true," the soldier said helplessly, "we've been doing our best these days to disperse the thunderclouds. Pterodactyls fly wild all day long, but our food supplies are hard to ......."

"Less nonsense! It's an order, give me one to go at once!" Bradley's tone was unmistakable.

"Yes. The dragon knights had no choice but to leave in a hurry. Robles came over and asked, "You're not going to be preparing...... Gave up on him, right?"

Bradley glanced at him and replied, "I do have this plan, but it is not good for his subordinates to see this matter, so I will talk about it first." ”

Robles nodded in understanding: "Indeed, he was hit by that trick at that time, and he looked immortal and crippled. When the time comes, we'll say that the kobold killed Van Mill, and we'll kill it again. Whether they believe it or not, there is only this explanation. ”

Bradley sighed: "But this is the last choice, for now, let's wait and see, maybe there is a turnaround." ”

At this time, the coachman was still on the side of the quilt brave, and every time he came back, he was a little more embarrassed than last time, and now even his face was swollen.

"For the sake of the past, really, don't play me anymore. The coachman sat on the ground, his face was covered with blood, mud and tears, and he had no hands now, and he could not wipe it, so he hung it all on his face.

The quilt warrior finally got out of the car and walked slowly towards him, with a complicated expression: "You were not such a person before, when you fought against the king, you dared to hold the princess hostage and face the king, and one of your arms was cut off. Without you, I would not have been able to win against the king. But now...... You...... Why?"

The coachman lowered his head and whispered, "That's how I was." ”

The quilt warrior was silent for a moment, and asked directly: "What did the imperial people tell you, what did they do?"

The coachman's lips twitched, but he still said everything. People who were already not afraid of death began to fear again because Bradley had reinstilled in him the concept of death. Fear of death, fear of becoming a zombie, faith collapses, will collapse, and things after that are almost all inertia.

"I'm not a brave man in the first place, I'm a coward, and after being with you, I seem to have become a brave man, but after leaving you, I'm still a coward. The coachman sighed, giving himself a summary.

The quilt warrior said no more, and stepped forward to hug him. Even if at the beginning, they were just people caught from the side of the road, but after that, they were comrades who had experienced many battles together, governed the main city together, and fought to the death together. The coachman himself is the number two person here, proficient in the imperial Chinese language, and at the same time shrewd and capable. And this hug is equivalent to affirming him, even at this time, he still affirms his merits.

The coachman burst into tears, and somehow his tears seemed to be particularly worthless, and he was beaten and cried by the Imperials, and was hugged by the brave quilts.

"Do you want another chance?" asked the quilt warrior.

"Yes!" replied the coachman.

The quilt brave let go of him and took out three scrolls from his arms: "This is a magic scroll presented by Kevin, a one-time prop." Two fire systems, one wind system, and three of them can explode violently. I kept hiding, thinking that if I lost one day, I could at least blow someone up. ”

"There is a magic seal on the scroll, but the way to activate it is to tear the scroll. It's just that you don't have hands, and it may not be easy. The quilt warrior looked up and down, "Why don't you put it in the sole of your shoe, and then you can step on it hard." ”

"Good. The coachman nodded, sat down, and stretched out his two feet.

The quilt brave man personally gave him slippers, padded the scroll, and then put on the shoes: "To tell the truth, the power of this scroll is not guaranteed, this is Kevin's original words." Especially in the face of someone at the Juggernaut level, it is likely to be completely ineffective. But at least blow yourself up. ”

"Blow yourself up," the driver repeated, and then asked, "will there be any bodies left?"

The quilt warrior shook his head.

"That's great," the coachman burst out laughing, "and I accept this assignment, it's a last-ditch gift." ”

"Remember, you are not a coward, in our hearts, you will always be a brave man. The quilt man patted him on the shoulder.

The coachman couldn't help choking again, looked around, looked at everyone's eyes, and just nodded emphatically: "Brothers, I'll go first." ”

"Salute!" the quilt warrior ordered, and the soldiers raised their swords or fists to see the coachman leave. Even the old king, who was sitting on the sidelines, stood up and showed respect.

On the other side, Bradley and Robles were still waiting for the coachman to return, hoping that something might turn around. But I saw that the coachman who came out of the tunnel was in good spirits at this time, although his face was still very dirty, but his temperament was like two people.

The coachman, who had been keeping his head down, had already dared to look at the two of them with scrutinizing eyes at this time. The two couldn't help but be stunned and glanced at each other.

"Hehe, Imperial," the coachman sneered, "you think I call you grandpa, and you are grandpa?"

Two: "......"

"I'm telling you, it's just to tease you, I want grandpa to tease his grandson. Lao Tzu is your grandfather! He is the grandfather of all of you! Hahahaha......" The coachman finished laughing out loud.

The two were surprised and couldn't help but look at each other again.

Suddenly, the coachman jumped up and stomped on a sharp rock.

The huge explosion overturned the entire house, and the debris and short tiles flew everywhere with a terrifying sound. The coachman himself is completely gone, but for Bradley and Robles, it is still just a special effect. The smoke cleared, and the two remained unscathed.

It's a pity that the coachman talked too much before he died, and the two of them were also on guard against such an abnormal behavior. As an earth mage, Robles' defense is his strength, let alone a Juggernaut.

"Beam-jumping clown. Robles scoffed.

Bradley's face was extremely bad: "Don't you think it's our failure?"

"Uh......" Robles was embarrassed.

"Is it worth rejoicing that this man was originally our man, and now he is theirs?" Bradley frowned, "an atheist who is not even afraid of death, I am suddenly afraid. ”

In the air, several Wyvern knights swooped down, although they were dispersing the thunderclouds, but at the same time they were also paying attention to the situation here. With such an explosion at this time, they had to be nervous.

"What are you doing down here?" roared Bradley.

"How's our chief?" the dragon knights asked nervously.

"Your chief can't die!" replied Robles.

"Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and disperse the thunderclouds!" Bradley urged.

However, with this delay, a huge hole appeared in the entire magic circle in the air, and the clouds began to roll wildly, and the flying dragon knights who were originally still in the sky began to land in a panic. The sky is getting darker and darker, and the wind is getting stronger, and it's too late! It's too late!

White chains flashed in the air, followed by thunder and heavy rain. ()

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