Chapter Thirty-Seven: Poor Xia Duel

At the beginning of the year, the palace of the king of Anlie.

Seeing a team of 200 armor soldiers walking straight in the direction of the mansion gate with neat steps, the armor soldiers guarding couldn't help but show puzzlement.

Because the armor worn by these people is exactly the same as theirs, which is the standard armor of the guards of the palace of Anlie.

"Stop!"

The guards strode down the stairs and raised their hands to the approaching armorers, with a look of vigilance in their eyes.

"Who are you?"

On the opposite side, a middle-aged man wearing the armor of the military commander raised his hand to stop the team and walked quickly alone.

"The prince has an order, transfer us to strengthen the palace guards, this is the prince's warrant!"

"Jun Sima" said solemnly, and at the same time, he showed a token and an official document stamped with the special seal of King An Lie.

Wu Chang's brows furrowed, because he didn't take the corresponding order at all.

However, a closer look at the token and the warrant revealed no problems.

The token representing King Anlie's prowess and the Great Seal of King Anlie, neither of which is likely to be lost, let alone the two things appearing together.

Therefore, after a little hesitation, Wu Chang still respectfully clasped his fists and saluted.

"See Jun Sima!"

After saluting, Wu Chang hesitated and said, "Jun Sima, we haven't received any news about this matter in advance, can you allow the humble post to send someone to verify it first?" ”

"Bastard!"

Jun Sima glared at Commander Wu and scolded: "The prince's secret order, how can you know it in advance?" ”

When the words fell, Jun Sima's face softened slightly, and he stepped forward and lowered his voice: "The prince got the information, there may be thieves sneaking into the palace to sabotage it in the near future, so he secretly ordered me to wait for the night to settle in, so as not to let the thieves get the news." ”

"The stakes are big, and the fewer people who know about it, the smaller the movement, the better! Do you understand? ”

Wu Chang's face changed slightly, and he hurriedly clenched his fists and bowed his head.

"Yes! Humble duty understood! ”

When the sound fell, Wu Chang hurriedly turned sideways to give way, and waved his hand at the same time, signaling his men on duty to give way.

Jun Sima bowed his head in satisfaction and waved his hand behind him.

Soon, the two hundred armor soldiers had entered the gate of the palace silently.

Time continued to pass, and when the last fifty people stepped up the ladder, when the military Sima coughed lightly, the killing machine suddenly bloomed in silence!

Without hesitation, the fifty warriors who were silently marching forward drew their weapons and slashed their butcher knives at the unsuspecting palace guards on both sides.

These people were extremely fast, and their killing methods were extremely professional, almost all of them covered their mouths with one hand and stabbed with the other, so that the thirty palace guards could not even let out a scream!

Commander Wu, who was accompanying the military Sima to speak in a low voice, noticed that something was wrong, so he wanted to turn his head to look.

However, before he could turn his head, the imminent killing machine made him follow in his footsteps!

Killing, carrying corpses, changing guards, all of this was done in just a dozen breaths, and there was no big noise!

The middle-aged man who pretended to be a military Sima glanced around vigilantly, and after not finding anything abnormal, he nodded to the remaining men, and then also entered the gate.

In the palace compound, more than 100 armor soldiers were scattered into six or seven roads, advancing rapidly from all directions, while constantly hunting and replacing the guards on duty in the palace.

King Anlie rarely stopped in the imperial capital, so there were very few guards left here, less than two hundred in total.

For Xia Jue, his biggest security guarantee is actually Pixiu Wei, with Pixiu Wei's strong man protecting him in secret, he doesn't have to worry about his safety at all.

Because Pixiu Wei cares more about his safety than himself!

However, the world is unpredictable, how could he have thought that the person who came to take his life was precisely the Pixiu Wei he was most at ease with?

Main hall.

In the study, Xia Jue was staring at the map on the wall frowning and thinking about something, when he suddenly heard the door of the palace knocked open, and then heard several screams.

Xia Jie's face changed slightly, and he could hear that it was the voice of several of his henchmen, guards, and maids.

It's just that Xia Jue didn't panic, because he knew that there must be a master of Pixiu Wei hidden around, and he couldn't find it, just like that Wen Tao.

"Bang!"

As the door of the study was kicked open, Xia Jie's pupils shrank, and there was more anger in his eyes.

Because this leader turned out to be that Wen Tao!

"What are you doing?! Could it be that there are other people's eyeliner among them? ”

Xia Jue shouted angrily at Wen Tao, until this time, he didn't think about the worst, he just thought that Pixiuwei's people had discovered something, or that they were demonstrating to him.

Because he knows his value to the Dajin Dynasty, Dajin has no reason to want his life!

Wen Tao smiled coldly, waved his hand and ordered someone to close the door from the outside, and slowly walked to Xia Jue.

Wen Tao's body was thin and thin, and he was half a head lower than Xia Jie, but in the face of Wen Tao's approach, Xia Du involuntarily retreated, and was forced to the table.

"Y-What do you do?"

At this moment, facing Wen Tao, who was about to stick together, Xia Jue finally had fear on his face.

Wen Tao grinned, leaned forward slowly, and whispered in his ear.

"King Anlie, Your Highness Sixth has asked me to greet you."

Xia Jue's head was stunned for a moment, and then he felt a sharp pain in his chest, and finally opened his mouth.

It's just that no matter how desperately he screams and screams, he can only let out a muffled whine, because a big hand covers his mouth.

Feeling the rapid passage of vitality, Xia Jue could only stare at Wen Tao with wide eyes, with resentment, pain, confusion, confusion, and self-deprecation in his eyes.

He couldn't figure out what the hell was going on!

Xia Ao, how could he be entangled with Pixiuwei?

Could it be that Pixiu Wei even controlled Xia Ao? That's why you want to abandon him?

But how is this possible?

There are countless mysteries in Natsu's determination, but unfortunately, until he dies completely, he can't get any answers......

The only thing he knew was that he gave up everything and groveled, thinking he would be able to sit in that seat.

However, God played a big joke on him and turned him into an extremely poor clown......

Seeing that Xia Jue was silent, Wen Tao slowly let go of his hands and let Xia Jie's corpse slide down.

In the process, Wen Tao waved the short dagger in his left hand again, slitting Xia Jie's throat with a soft sound.

Obviously, he was worried that Xia Jue was not dead yet, so he made up for it.

At this moment, there was a sudden noise of screams and cries outside.

Although these voices did not take long to disappear, Wen Tao knew that the news must have spread and that the soldiers and horses of the imperial court would arrive soon.

Even so, Wen Tao was not surprised at all, but walked out of the study calmly.

"Order, a group of fifty people, each break through. If successful, go to the nearest nest; If not... You know the rules. ”

"For Daikin!"

The seven armorers clenched their fists in unison and said, their eyes were full of determination and coldness, it was the will to die that had been ignited!

Five of them then turned and left, leaving only two unmoved.

When the five people were gone, the remaining two suddenly looked at each other and smiled.

"Captain, what are we going to do next?"

"Go to the dark nest that truly belongs to us."

Wen Tao also smiled and strode out according to the hilt of his sword.