Chapter 257 Murderer Nick In the vast desert, there is a lonely inn. The wind and sand blew through the dilapidated banner, outlining a bit of sadness.

The innkeeper, whose face was full of vicissitudes, counted the few copper coins in his pocket and smiled sadly.

The trade route to the Black Steel Empire here, although the economy of the Wild Sand Empire has been terrible, there are still some wandering merchants passing by, although they can't make a lot of money, they can finally make him barely make a living. It's just that no one thought that the Wild Sand Emperor had only been dead for five days, and the entire empire would fall into chaos.

In the morning, I also heard that the surrounding villages had been looted by bandits, and in the afternoon, there were rumors that the army of the Wild Sand Empire was searching for the displaced people, as if they were going to build a temple in the southern part of the empire.

The chubby boss glanced back at the dining room, where the seven or eight shabby tables were only a few customers.

"Maybe it's time for me to change careers sooner." He muttered, looking to the end of the horizon again, praying to see a few more figures.

The afterglow in the desert slowly receded, and a few figures slowly appeared on the horizon.

Dozens of young warriors dressed in the armor of the Wild Sand Empire and covered with strips of colored cloth drove the procession with whips and spears.

It was a band of bound slaves, old and young, male and female, human and subhuman. Unkempt and scarred, they stumbled closer to the inn as they supported each other.

A dark brown banner hunted and fluttered in the desert: "Wild Sand Empire Eight Mighty General Golden Scorpion Soltu"

Although the boss doesn't know much, he still knows the golden scorpion pattern on the flag: this is the battle flag of Soertu, one of the "Five Great War Gods of the Wild Sand", "Golden Scorpion".

"Oh no, they're here to catch the homeless people and go back to repair the temple!" Someone in the dining room screamed.

The other people who were eating were shocked, and hurriedly picked up their bags, copied a few dry foods, and wanted to leave. But as soon as they stepped out of the door on tiptoe, a bright sword was already blocking the doorway.

It was a young warrior with a flying face, and looked at them coldly, "Lao Tzu is worried that the number of slaves is not enough, and you just brought it back for me to make up the number." ”

Those few people hurriedly knelt down and begged for mercy, "Ladies and gentlemen, we are commoners, not slaves......

"I said yes, you are." The young warrior snorted, "Here, in the words of my lord Bensen, it is the law. ”

As he spoke, dozens of infantrymen tied up the men with ropes and wooden shackles without saying a word.

The outcasts screamed, and one of the dark-skinned men took out a piece of emblem from his bosom and held it high, "My lord, I am a servant of the lord of 'Blue Rock City', and this is my identity seal. ”

"Really? Why didn't I see it? Benson picked up the whip in his left hand and slapped it hard in the man's face. The man covered his face and screamed, and the emblem in his hand fell somewhere.

"Arrest everyone here." He ordered mercilessly, "His Highness the Báb's construction of the 'Temple of Wild Sands' is the most important project, and whoever dares to cause rebellion will be disobedient to the imperial power and will be executed on the spot." ”

Seeing those people trembling on their knees, the innkeeper was also overwhelmed with fear. At this time, Benson kicked the boss down: "Dead fatty, go get ready to eat." If you me off, beware of me skinning you raw! ”

The chubby boss crawled to beckon his men to run to the back kitchen, and just ran a few steps, but was stopped by Benson: "Stop, let me ask you: Have there been six cavalrymen here today?" ”

The fat boss replied tremblingly, "Yes, I have been here this morning." ”

Benson pulled out a chair in the middle of the dining room, sat down with his feet crossed, and asked, "What about them?" ”

"Dead."

Before Benson's feet could be put on the table, he almost stumbled off his chair, "What did you say?" ”

"Dead, General." The fat on the boss's face couldn't help but tremble.

"Who did it?" Benson was furious, "Who is it that dares to touch Lao Tzu's scout?" ”

The boss shuddered and pointed to a corner table, "There are two people eating here in the morning, a middle-aged man, and a subhuman girl from the Deer Clan. ”

Ben Sen frowned: "Listen, give me a detailed explanation, say it clearly and clearly, otherwise Lao Tzu will not let you go." ”

The boss was so frightened that he knelt down directly for him, "I said, I will make it clear to you without missing a word, please spare your life!" ”

With that, he brought two more fellows, sat them in the corner, and began to speak:

"When the six military masters first came in, it was really lively, talking about the robbery they had just done...... No, the matter of several nearby villages was raided. The boss flipped through the ledger in his hand, "They asked for a large barrel of dried fruit wine, and ordered a lot of wine and food......

Of course, the boss deliberately omitted an important piece of information at this time: the six people did not pay.

However, looking at Benson's appearance, the people under him are probably also arrogant.

At that time, these six people only cared about eating and drinking, and by the way, they just boasted about some "great achievements" in plundering the homeless. One of them said, "When we have captured these villages, we will go west, and then we will see what oil and water are waiting for us." ”

And at this time, a question suddenly floated in the corner of the hotel: "Uncle, according to reason, shouldn't the army protect the country, why do these people still seem to be playing the role of bandits?" ”

It was the deer subhuman girl mentioned by the boss who spoke. She was sitting in the corner, with two short knives behind her back and a sword at her waist.

And across from her, sat a lazy middle-aged man. Wearing a hat and holding a saber in his arms, he squinted half-asleep and leaned back on the chair, and said leisurely: "The world is going down, and the warriors of the wild sand have forgotten the so-called dignity, and they have actually done things to rob homes and houses...... Is it the decline of morality, or the annihilation of human nature? ”

He didn't speak too loudly, but the eyes of the six men turned at the same time. But under this murderous gaze, the man still had his eyes half-closed, as if he was blind.

One of the warriors said with a gloomy face: "It seems that there is a big man living in seclusion here, but our brothers didn't see it." ”

The other samurai snorted, "It's just a braggart, what fool wouldn't say two pretty words?" ”

The middle-aged uncle didn't bother to look at them at all, and said casually: "As an imperial warrior, you are boasting about your ability to rob homes and houses. This is probably an idiot who can't say pretty things. ”

The most ruthless slap in the face in the world is not to curse the other party's ancestors for eighteen generations, but to say the other party's words again. The words of the middle-aged uncle fell on their faces like a whip.

The six of them had blue tendons on their foreheads and secretly clenched their swords. After exchanging glances, only to hear an angry shout, the six people kicked over the table, the six figures stepped forward in turn, and the six sword lights rolled like a stretch of sand dunes!

"Is this going to be sent to death?" The uncle just frowned, and his thumb slightly picked up the gauntlet of the saber, revealing a cold light.

I saw a gorgeous sword light waving over, and the sound of six golden and iron resonating sounded, and with a bang, six broken sword blades fell from the ground.

Looking at the middle-aged man again, he just indifferently put the knife back into the sheath, and didn't even bother to lift his eyelids.

"This ...... No way. One of the warriors looked at the broken sword in his hand and exclaimed, "I ordered this sword from the Black Steel Empire for a lot of money, how could it be broken so easily?" ”

The other pointed at the middle-aged uncle with a broken sword, "What kind of weapon are you, why are you so domineering?" ”

"I don't know, I picked it up on the way here." The middle-aged uncle threw the saber on the table lightly, "I don't want to kill people today, you scum had better get out of here before I change my mind." ”

The six of them looked at each other, and one of them sneered: "Since you are so powerful, then don't blame us for being ruthless." ”

With that, the six of them threw down their broken swords, and a pitch-black thing appeared in their hands.

The weapon looked like a horsewhip, but there was a glittering iron hook at the tip, and the tip of the hook was bright crimson, obviously a quenched poisoned guy.

"I don't know the golden scorpion well, but I also admire his personality." The uncle snorted, "He has been fighting the demons for three years with this pair of 'Crimson Poison Hooks', and he is still a warrior in this regard, and you ...... It's just scum. ”

Before he finished speaking, the six of them had already launched an attack at the same time, and six pitch-black whip shadows overlapped and wrapped the uncle tightly.

"Since you are bent on death, then I will fulfill you." The uncle took the case, and the saber in his hand suddenly slashed out twenty-four qi blades, instantly cutting the six whip shadows into pieces.

The samurai were taken aback, their eyes full of shock. It was only then that they realized that the down-and-out middle-aged man in front of them was actually a hidden master.

One of them gritted his teeth and said, "If I don't believe it, I won't be able to kill you today!" As he spoke, his palms shook, and he unexpectedly shot out a miserable blue hidden weapon.

The uncle raised his foot and kicked up a chair to block the hidden weapon, and suddenly his figure flashed, and the saber in his hand slashed over with a chilling momentum.

With just one blow, the uncle had already stood still, and casually stuck the saber in his hand on the ground, and there were faint blood stains on the blade: "It's a pity, under my swordsmanship, I can't save people's lives." ”

I watched the six people all stand there motionless, with a little surprise and a little fear on their faces.

Gradually, a bloodshot appeared on their necks.

The blood stains are getting thicker and deeper.

Yikes!

Blood erupted from their necks at the same time, and in the mist, six people fell to the ground with a bang, lifeless husks.

……

The boss even spoke and acted, and the speech was vivid and vivid. But the more Benson listened, the more he felt a cold sweat trickling down and a chill behind him.

"So, they were all killed by a middle-aged man who looked down?" He looked at his boss in disbelief, "What other clues did this murderer leave behind?" ”

The boss hesitated for a moment and pointed to the door of the inn, "He said that if anyone wants to come and investigate, just show him this." ”

Benson turned his head to look, only to see a few words scrawled crookedly with a saber on the door panel: "Murderer, Generalissimo of the Wild Sand Empire, Nick." ”