At dawn, the sun on the other side of the mountain has not yet risen, and half the world is still silent in a gloom, and the golden morning light seems to call for something, giving people infinite vitality and strength.

The blood-stained totem fluttered gently in front of the gate of the camp of the Red Horse Clan, passing through the stretching settlement, facing the gate of the commander's camp, the fierce and fierce barbarian warriors were like beasts in a cage, restless and restless, with an indescribable cruelty in their bloodthirsty pupils,

Standing alone in the midst of the "beasts", Lepinus seemed to be unaware that he would be torn to pieces by these monsters at any moment - carrying a sack in his hand, his overcoat stained with dark red blood, and his expression so calm that he no longer cared if he was still alive.

It wasn't until he was almost in front of the tent that the chief centurion was stopped by two clan warriors with two-handed axes. Lessinus slowly raised his head, his gaze cold: "I am Lord Edward Wittwood, who has come to negotiate with your leader, Gracchus. ”

"We have nothing to talk to you Turin!" The barbarian warrior resisted the urge to smack him in the face, and couldn't help but scold: "Before I can see your head, go back to your pile of stones!"

"I want to go back, anytime. Lessinus calmly replied, "But please tell me, is it Gracchus or you who decides whether the two sides will negotiate or not?"

The clan warrior who was still arrogant just now was speechless all of a sudden, and glanced at the brother next to him in a bit of a daze, and finally chose to let the door out, and lowered his head very unwillingly. With a cold snort, he pushed Lebinus in.

Lebinus who broke into the big tent. But he saw that the whole camp was already full of people—fierce and vicious tribal leaders. The weird tribal priest, and of course the one he's killed countless times in his dreams, Gracchus!

It was certainly not a "sudden" visit, and it was evident that he had been prepared for it, and the graceful Gracchus sat in his place, looking at Lepinus in front of him as if he were a victor - as for the somewhat indifferent expression of the chief centurion, hehe. It's just the desolation of the Reservoir Dogs.

"It's been half a month since we last met, Lord Lebinus. Despite this, Gracgu stood up quite enthusiastically, took the initiative to greet the other party, and smiled as if he was facing an enemy with a deep blood feud: "It's a pity, but we were finally able to end this senseless battle." ”

Hearing this, Repinos had a rather sarcastic sneer on the corner of his mouth: "Perhaps it is not as you imagined, Your Excellency Gracchus, I have come to give you a final reply on the orders of Lord Edward Witwood. ”

Seeing the other party's rather crisp and unappreciative look, although Gracchus was a little stunned. I still had a vague feeling that something didn't seem right, but I still kept a calm smile. He waved his hand at the chief centurion: "Well, please say it - of course, if it's too harsh, we won't accept it all." ”

"There's nothing to talk about, just a return gift for you. Radius replied very blandly: "Last night Lord Edward Witwood received a 'gift of peace' from you to him - in return, of course, we will return it to you, to show the generosity and generosity of our Turinese people!"

Before the words fell, Repcinus sneered and turned the pocket in his hand upside down - the moment the thing fell out, the atmosphere in the entire camp suddenly cooled, and the expression of Gracchus, who was still smiling just now, froze at once.

That's Tiberi's head!

All the priests and tribal leaders in the tent held their breath and watched the blood-stained head, rolling like a ball on the blanket, from Repcinus's position to Gracchus's feet. The leader of the Red Horse clan was almost trembling and staring at his brother's hideous, desperate cheeks, as if he had struggled before he died!

"The entire six hundred and eighty-two cavalry of the Red Horse Clan were annihilated by Lord Edward outside the western walls of the fortress of the Twin Towers, and none of them were spared - all the bodies were cremated on the spot, including the body of your brother Tiberi. When Repinus said this, his face involuntarily carried some inexplicable pleasure: "He still has some last words before he dies, and he wants us to tell them." ”

“............ Say. Gracchus's voice was low and hoarse, and the tendons on his arms bulged constantly.

"Avenge him by killing all the people of Turin. Lybinus said in the calmest of tones: "Don't let go of any of the Turin dogs in the Twin Towers, especially the mongrel named Edward Witwood!"

No one spoke, but they turned their eyes to Gracchus, who was sitting there, and watched him tremble involuntarily and slowly hold his own brother's head, the expression was simply terrifying!

"That's what it is...... Your Edward Witwood replied...... "Gracchus' voice was trembling, but everyone could hear the endless anger contained therein: "Very well, I received it!"

"Killing this Turin dog and returning his head to his master is our salute!" a tribal leader suddenly stood up, pulled out his battle axe from his waist and roared, "We must not let him go back alive!"

"Blood Debt and Blood Repayment-!!!"

One by one, the barbarian warriors in the tent drew their weapons and pounced on Lebinus, who was standing motionless, the sound of rage and roar filled the entire tent like a substance, and the head of the chief centurion was about to be smashed to pieces!

"Stop it—!!!"

Gracchus, who had been sitting there all along, suddenly called out to everyone, and his angry eyes were staring at Repinos who was being held with a knife and gun, and the rise and fall of his chest alone showed how angry he was now: "We are not vile and shameless Turin dogs, proud Hanntu, who will not kill the messengers of the enemy - do you want to be like them?!"

Gracchus's voice finally stopped the fierce tribal leaders, and one by one they retracted their weapons indignantly, but they couldn't help but teach the damned "Turin dog" a hard lesson - chest, abdomen, and back...... Like a punching bag, Lebinus was beaten by them.

After a long while, the bruised and swollen Repin stood up a little, his face still extremely indifferent, and with a slightly mocking expression, which made Gragu feel uncomfortable.

"I can get you back alive - but you also have to bring my word to your master Edward Witwood!" Gracchus's voice was extremely suppressed: "I thought he was a very sensible and intelligent fellow, but this time, he made a fatal mistake!"

"Tell him, don't overestimate my mercy - from today onwards, I will not leave any more mercy, I will use all my strength to turn the entire city of the Twin Towers into ruins in flames, I will kill you one by one, no matter how much you beg for mercy, it is useless!"

"Fear, tremble, and die, Turin dog!!!" Gracchus, who roared, could no longer contain his anger and punched Repinus in the face, and the chief centurion, who did not resist at all, fell to the ground like a bamboo pole.

Puzzled, Gracchus kicked him in the stomach again, and when he saw that the other party had begun to foam at the mouth, he spit: "Get out, Turin Dog—tell your master all this, and then give me a quiet death!"

Silently, Repinus struggled to get up from the ground, and walked towards the tent gate with pain all over his body. Gracchus, who was still gasping for breath, did not look back at the expectant tribal leaders until the figure disappeared, and roared angrily.

"Take the Twin Towers - !!!" (To be continued.) )