The leather whip made of earth dragon tendons mixed with gold wire is one and a half meters long, and the handle is carved from crystal stone, which is densely covered with gorgeous patterns, and the top of the handle is a fist-sized roaring lion's head. This leather whip is beautiful, well-made, and a work of art from the elves.

Although it is a work of art, those elves who have reached a morbid stage in their pursuit of perfection have simply turned this leather whip into a high-quality magic weapon. The seemingly slender leather whip weighed hundreds of catties, and with a full blow in Beya's hand, it could even break through a one-foot-thick pure steel tower shield. If you use this whip to attack people, the force of one whip is enough to split a dozen people into two pieces.

Wood refused to hand over the captured assassin, and Bea didn't talk much nonsense, whipping him down on him.

Rao is Wood's real strength is much stronger than Beya, and he didn't expect Beya to hurt people in front of so many people. Beya is the Minister of Security in the Imperial Capital, it's not bad that he's the chief officer of the Garrison Department, and he's the top boss of Berelli's original 20,000 bronze hats and 30,000 dragoons, which is even more true!

However, Wood belonged to the newly formed Second Dragoon Legion, and the Holy Light I personally issued an edict, and the Second Dragoon Legion was directly under the command of the Holy Light I, with 50,000 newly formed dragoons, who were responsible for the security work around the imperial capital.

In terms of jurisdiction, Bea did not have any authority to give orders to Wood, let alone take action against him. So Wood looked at Bea in amazement, and let the whip slam down on his face.

The heavy leather whip slammed across Wood's cheek, and with a crisp sound, a thin red mark appeared on Wood's face. It's just a red mark, no broken skin. There was no bleeding, just a little breath later, and the red mark was slightly raised, and it was obvious that there was a little bruise under the skin.

Wood clenched his fists, and he stared at Bea.

Bea put away her gorgeous leather whip. He looked at Wood coldly: "Do you understand my orders now? Give me this damn suspect, and then get out of the way as fast as I can, and don't let me see you again!

Wood touched the raised marks on his face, a little numb. A little up, a little sour and irritating.

He narrowed his eyes, like a wounded hungry wolf, staring at Bea. Wood remembered many, many things, remembered the last few years, because of his loyalty, because of his loyalty. Because of his brotherhood, after he was crippled, he crawled through the streets begging for food, and he struggled to survive with some of his old brothers, who were like leper dogs. survived the bullying and abuse of countless people.

When Linzi returned to them like a god, when Linzi gave them health, gave them strength, gave them power, status and wealth that they never dreamed of, and especially when Linz regained their dignity as human beings, Wood once swore to a few old brothers after drinking - they will be in this life. No more bullying!

His fists clenched 'click', and Wood puffed out his chest proudly: "I am Ould, the colonel of the new Second Dragoon Regiment of the Gallic Empire. Of the ten colonel-adjutant of the 2nd Dragoon Regiment, I was in ninth place. Specially responsible for the training and logistics arrangements of the New Sign Dragoon warriors, and at the same time undertake a certain amount of daily patrol duties!"

Wood looked at Bea so proudly, as proud as an emperor standing in his palace, that he spewed a burning flame that was impossible to look at, a flame that some people would call arrogance, but more people. That kind of pride is called frankness, it is called 'dignity'!

Bea subconsciously tugged on the reins of the dragon who sat down. The massive Earth Dragons slowly took a few steps back, their dark yellow pupils staring at Wood.

Wood, who was so proud, grasped the hilt of the saber, and he stared at Bea proudly and said, "By the order of His Majesty the Holy Light I, you do not have direct command over the Second Dragoon Regiment of Berelli, so I refuse to obey your orders. The suspect is suspected of murdering a law-abiding and good businessman in public on Golden Leaf Street a quarter of an hour ago!"

Taking a big step forward, Woodlong shouted: "Murder in public in the imperial capital of Bereley is particularly bad, the circumstances are particularly serious, and the impact is particularly huge, according to the laws of the Empire, we must thoroughly investigate the causes and consequences of this case, and thoroughly investigate the mastermind behind it." Anyone who dares to interfere in the handling of this case will be arrested as a co-defendant!"

Bea frowned with rage, stroking his two whiskers vigorously and staring at Wood viciously.

What he feared most finally happened, and what he feared most finally happened. During the period when he was seriously injured in the assassination and had to recuperate behind closed doors, a series of extremely bad events broke out in Berelli, which eventually affected the good impression of the Bolelli Security Department that the Holy Light I led him.

And 'Ente Marte' suddenly rose, in the case of many forces robbing the Gray Knights, Ente Marte from the poor countryside was appreciated by the Holy Light I, and was actually promoted to the rank of Imperial Major General, and specially ordered him to form a new Second Dragoon Regiment!

What made Beya even more entangled was that this Second Dragoon Legion was actually directly under the command of the Victory Palace, and it was completely out of his control.

But Bea is the Minister of Peace in Berelli, and he is the chief officer of the Security Agency. In his territory, within his sphere of power, an armed force that is not under his control suddenly appeared, how could Beya, who was arrogant and extremely powerful, stand it?

So today, he stood in front of Wood.

But Wood's appearance surprised Bea and frightened Bea. He knew the power of his whip, but it only made Wood's face protrude with an insignificant bloodstain! And Wood was so proud, so glorious pride.

Unlike Beya's pride like a male peacock in estrus in spring, Wood's pride is not showing off, not pride, but from a kind of 'dignity' engraved in his bones, an indescribable brilliance of human nature, a kind of 'noble' that makes Beya, who has relied on his family background and the power of his elders since he was a child, jealous and ashamed!

Beya's arms trembled violently, and he couldn't tell if it was fear or fear, or something else. He gritted his teeth and snorted coldly word by word between his teeth: "So, you refuse to obey my orders? Colonel Ullman? I am the Minister of Peace in Berelli, and I have the right to try a crime committed in Berelli, and I have the right to deal with a criminal who committed a crime in Berelli. ”

Taking a deep breath, Beya scolded sharply: "Your refusal to obey my orders is disobedience and disrespect, this is a violation of military discipline and military law, and you must be punished with the most severe punishment!"

Like a shrew scolding the street, Bea pointed at Wood and roared, "What confidence do you have to disobey my orders? What guts do you have to disobey my orders? What do you rely on to dare to disobey my orders? You hillbilly, you nouveau riche, you untouchable, you ...... who has been lucky enough to get to the top of the ranks?"

Wood jerked his head up, and he snapped his eyes open.

His eyes were as cold as knives, and he stabbed Beya in the face fiercely. Bea felt pain in his eyes, his heart twitched violently, and his legs tightened, almost slipping off the back of the one-horned plate armor Dixinglong. Annoyed, Bea's face turned red with rage, and he tightened his grip on the leather whip and whipped it hard on the ass of the Earth Dragon.

The massive Earthwalker let out a low roar, and it lowered its head and rushed towards Wood like a storm. The sharp dragon horns with Misch shimmered with cold light, and the power of a blow pierced Wood's body.

"Bastards, untouchables, you don't deserve to be in dragoon uniforms!" Bea let out a hysterical growl as she rode towards Wood like madness.

Wood's face turned pale, the eyes of several old brothers beside him were blazing, the heretics from the Black Abyss Divine Prison tightened their weapons, and the two squadrons of newly recruited dragoons behind them were even more angry.

From the alley poured out a large brigade of dragoons, subordinates brought by Beya. But with the exception of a group of noble children, the rest of the dragoons heard Beya's roar, and their steps slowed down considerably. They looked at Bea in amazement and scolded Bea like a shrew, and they didn't believe that this was Count Bea, who was as brilliant as a golden lion on weekdays!

Wood bent down, and when the dragon's horn was about to plunge into his chest, he drew his sword, swung it, and lunged forward like lightning. The sword light bloomed on the thick neck of the Earth Walking Dragon, and with just one slash, the dragon head the size of a water tank erupted dozens of meters away with a blazing blood arrow.

The huge body of the Earth Walking Dragon was crooked, and the force of its forward rush was so great that after it was cut off by Wood's head, it still staggered forward for more than two hundred meters, and then fell to the ground with Bea on its back.

One of Beya's thighs was crushed underneath the Earthwalker's body, and everyone heard several crunching sounds of bones breaking.

Bea let out a hoarse howl, and he howled bitterly: "Kill him for me, dare to attack Shangguan and rebel, he must be a henchman of Latus, he must be a rebel! Kill him for me, and divide his body with a knife!"

Beya's wail was high-pitched, and the group of noble children behind him drew their weapons and rushed towards Wood.

Wood slowly stood up with a drenched body of dragon blood, he looked at those noble children coldly, and slowly raised his right hand.

"The suspect's accomplice intended to kidnap the prisoner, so follow my orders and re-elbow ...... Shoot!"

Not only the heretical thugs of the Black Abyss Divine Prison, but even the dragoons of the two squadrons raised their light crossbows hanging from their backs, and at the same time aimed at these noble children who charged up.

There was a 'rattle' sound, and arrows rained down.