"Boss, boss, wake up!" Short, eager voices kept ringing in Harold's ears.

Harold opened his eyes slightly, feeling that he was in the tent, and felt that the pain in his body was unbearable. Only then did I realize that I had just passed out.

"Boss, chew some tobacco, maybe it will feel better." A few nurses beside him hurriedly brought tobacco.

Harold barely squeezed out a smile and shirked: "This little injury is nothing." As long as the brothers have something to eat, it is worth being beaten. ”

As he was talking, suddenly a general with several fighting dogs hurriedly walked into the camp, "Brother Harold, are you okay?" ”

"Brother Werther?" Harold exclaimed, "It's really inopportune for you to come here now." ”

"Am I scared of Balom's rice bucket?" Werther was so angry that the two curls of beard on his lips trembled, "I said brother, how could you suffer such a big loss today, that village woman is so powerful?" Another day, brother, I'll go up and teach her a lesson for you. ”

Harold hurriedly stretched out his hand and motioned for no more. Then he asked the surrounding brothers to retreat temporarily, and whispered: "That's not a village woman, that's our brother's savior, the 'Princess of Fire' Lydia of Shendu." ”

Witt was taken aback, his eyes almost bursting out, "Princess of Fire? How could she be in the Red Pavilion? ”

Harold sighed and shook his head slightly: "I always thought that the Red Pavilion was just some small people who were secretly sabotaging, but in the Ice Wolf Castle, I saw them use soldiers like gods, and the princess of gunfire helped out......"

Witt looked around cautiously, and whispered in his ear: "The Red Pavilion is quite noisy now, it is said that the Red Lion Mine has been completely blown up by them, and the clan has sent several private troops to search, but they have not found their traces. ”

As he spoke, Harold accidentally moved the wound, and his expression immediately distorted, and Witt hurriedly helped him to lie down.

"Alas, if I hadn't invited you to join, you wouldn't be so reluctant." As he spoke, Witte let out a long sigh, "I didn't expect the Iron Lady to take advantage of General Ferrett's serious illness to seize military power. If the virtuous Miss Nini was here, how could she let Balom's bastard go wild. ”

"It's not my brother's fault, it's just my bad luck." Harold held back the pain for a moment and looked at the roof of the tent vacantly, "It's a pity that the six kingdoms don't have a place for Harold." ”

Witt nodded silently, "I see General Ferrett's illness, I'm afraid it won't get better." Today, Balom made a knife on you, just to refute me. He is in cahoots with the Iron Lady, and there will always be a time when it will be my turn. ”

The two were silent in the tent for a long time, and Harold suddenly asked, "Brother, how many private soldiers do you have?" ”

"About a thousand."

"How many are there in Balom?"

"I'm afraid there are five thousand people counting the generals."

"If he really wants to kill us, I'm afraid we won't even have a chance to call." Harold suddenly looked at Werther, "I have a potentially fatal idea, do you want to listen to it, brother?" ”

Witt snorted, "If I don't listen, I'll live?" Just say it. ”

"We might as well go to the Red Pavilion."

Werther almost jumped in fright, the idea was crazy, "This works?" ”

After occupying this earthen city, in the name of "purification", the Iron Lady asked Balom to lead private soldiers to arrest people and build a palace for the Iron Lady. The property of the locals was plundered everywhere, and the slightest disobedience was immediately executed, and almost half of the people in the city were hanged in the square. This blood debt, the Red Pavilion will definitely not let go easily.

Harold quietly took out the pitch-black soul stone, "I'm not going to hide it, I've seen the leader of the Red Pavilion before. Although he is a strange person, he is wise and extraordinary. I don't think he's going to embarrass us. ”

"Don't be impulsive," Werther said in a deep voice, reaching out and pressing down on the soul stone, "We're not at the worst yet, let's see how things go." If Balom continues to be aggressive, he will have to take a risk. ”

The two chatted some more gossip, only to feel that the future was bleak and the sun and moon were dark.

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The "Zhuog Tavern", which had always been bustling in the Greystone Castle, was deserted today, because there were a few richly dressed guards standing at the door, and it was the Iron Lady's bodyguard.

They kill like the Iron Lady, and whoever dares to hurt them is like the Iron Lady.

And if they're here, that means either the Iron Lady is here, or Balom is here. No matter which one it is, I believe no one dares to come over for a drink.

The squinting boy looked at the empty chairs around him, and then at the pot-bellied General Balom in front of him, and seemed to understand what Mr. Drogg called "sad world".

Balom had not enjoyed the "fruits" in the secret room for many days, and at the moment his heart was in turmoil, and he banged on the table angrily: "Wine! Bring the wine! ”

The squinting boy hurriedly carried another bucket of honey wine.

Balom didn't take the cup, but raised his head from the barrel and drank it. After drinking more than half a bucket, the alcohol went to his brain, his face was red, his ears were red, his back was sweating, and he simply stripped off his shirt to reveal his fat belly. Then there were a few more wine burps, and the smoke was so sour and smelling of alcohol that even the rats wanted to run away when they smelled it.

Usually people get drunk and have two manifestations: one likes to talk nonsense and brag, and the other likes to point fingers and get drunk.

An unusual man like Balom takes both worlds: he lifts the table, smashes the bowl, scolds the street, and does not fall behind. As soon as Zhuo Ge tried to persuade with a shy smile, he was slapped out of the window before he could open his mouth, and fell into the street like a dead dog and wailed.

The squinting boy was at a loss, and was suddenly pinched by Balom's cheek: "This kid, look, looks good......"

Only then did he realize that the bearded man in front of him had a different orientation.

"Let's go back and do something happy with my uncle." With that, Balom had already carried the boy on his shoulders and walked out of the tavern with his head held high. Although there were onlookers outside the tavern, Balom was so powerful that he could only watch him drift away surrounded by the Iron Lady guards.

Until a few pit dogs suddenly burst out.

Werther stood at the intersection with a three-pointed knife in his hand and shouted loudly: "Balom, how dare you rob the people's girls in broad daylight? ”

"Folk girl?" Balom laughed with the strength of the wine, "Uncle, I don't want any people's girls, the real man has to be a man!" ”

Witt took a sip and said angrily: "Shameless beast, General Ferrette said that you are shit, and he really lifted you up!" Don't let go of that kid yet! ”

Enraged, Balom dropped the squinting boy and yelled, "Bring me my axe and let you know who has the final say today!" With that, he brandished a pair of large axes and rushed towards Werther!

With a click, Werther held the handle of the axe with his three-pointed gun and scolded angrily: "You drunken stupid pig, don't lay down your weapon quickly!" Are you trying to force me to kill you? ”