The days without the protagonist always fly by......

Inadvertently, a whole week passed in a flash, and the previous downpour also stopped early.

During the week, the situation in Bran was relatively calm - the real meaning of this phrase is that what should be happening is still happening, and there is no movement that should not be happening.

It's time to happen. For example, the gray-clothed army, which went deep into the hinterland of the north and slaughtered in all directions, had greatly increased its morale and momentum after the initial defeat of the army transferred from the south by the Bran military headquarters a few days ago, and now it has the detached demeanor of the king's army that will not be defeated in a hundred battles.

The situation has evolved to this point, whether reluctant or not, the high-rise buildings in Bran are actually clear, and the current gray army has completed the rebirth and transformation, and has officially become an important force that cannot be ignored and can influence the situation on the mainland. If you look at people with old eyes and want to completely destroy each other, it can basically only be delusional!

The general trend is helpless. Unconsciously, the Bran royal court has also adjusted and lowered their psychological bottom line, and now they only want to suppress the limelight of the gray-clothed army a little, and they can't lose the entire northern land......

As for what didn't happen, such as the million-strong barbarian army on the border of Chen Bing, it seems that they have already satisfied the current results. Even if the defensive line is re-established and there are no worries, there is no intention of driving straight into the northern hinterland of Branna, which is already in chaos.

Of course, this is a good thing for Bran, although they don't understand what the tribe has in mind, and although the three main legions with the most combat effectiveness in their hands have been pinned down because of this, Bran is still very satisfied with the result. After all, once the barbarian army goes south, then the northern territory will really not be able to be saved......

OK. That didn't happen. At least for now, there are no signs of this happening. So for Bran. Although all of them are going in a bad direction. However, it is still the same as usual!

Among them, the only anomaly may be a temporary pursuit team, and a down-and-out strong man who is constantly being hunted down......

In the north, a small city.

It's noon, the winter sun is warm, and the light with lazy magic is sprinkled one after another. Tilt down.

Nice weather.

The town is also in a good location, close to the banks of the River Lenau. This also means that there is still a long way to go from the northern hinterland, which has been messed up by the Gray Army. So at this time, on a commercial street in Xicheng District, it seems that it has not been affected by much war.

The shops on both sides are open for business as usual, and there is an endless stream of pedestrians, noisy and lively. A few naughty children shouted and chased each other across the driveway. Seeing this, the adults who hurried from behind hurriedly scolded, chased into the lane, waved and bowed to apologize to the grooms...... After all, it is a commercial street with a lot of pedestrians. The speed of the vehicle is not much faster, so it is naturally unlikely that there will be any car accidents. A few neighings, a few whining. The black-shed carriage, which was closest to the child, slowly slowed down and stopped at the front of a tavern.

Grabbing the reins, the groom poked his head out and waved his hand to let the child standing in front of the horse return to the pavement. The effect was not very good, and one child seemed to be stunned, standing still and not daring to move. Seeing this, the groom couldn't help muttering and cursing, turned his head to see that there was still some distance for the adults who were hurrying behind him, shook his head, jumped out of the carriage, and prepared to carry the child back with his own hands. But before he could take a few steps, he subconsciously turned his head,

Not far away, the half-hidden wooden door of the tavern burst open, and a figure was thrown out of it like a cannonball, and in an instant it swept a few feet through the air, and slammed into the carriage beside the road behind him in the sight of the groom.

With a loud bang, the carriage shattered in an instant, and sawdust flew. Hissing - the horses of the cart flew out horizontally, kicked their hooves in the air, and slammed into the noble vehicles passing by...... In just a few breaths, the scene of the car accident took shape, and the traffic was paralyzed.

There was an uproar, and the screams just started, and the pedestrians around had not had time to jump out of the minds of the people to see the excitement. Another burly figure stepped out of the tavern and headed straight for the figure that had been thrown out earlier. At this moment, the change resumed,

"Kill!"

The roar fell, and among the surrounding pedestrians and on the roofs of shops, more than ten figures suddenly jumped out from all corners, the blade light was dazzling, the arrows roared through the air, and they all rushed towards the burly figures who rushed out behind.

A standard and classic case of street assassination!

It's a pity that the strength of the two sides is not equal, and it was doomed to the end of this assassination from the beginning. Even though, the strength of these assassins does not seem to be low......

Bang bang bang, don't avoid it, let the sharp arrows shoot accurately on the key points of the body, and then as if hitting the steel, it instantly crumbles into slag. The burly figure still did not change its previous intentions, and still strode steadily towards the figure lying in the pile of broken wood beside the road.

Well, the first attack that fell from the sky came first, and he slashed straight at the top of his head.

"Get out!" kept at his feet, the burly figure didn't even look at it, turned his head slightly, and grabbed the sword with his big hand, twisted and smashed out. With a whoosh, the first Assassin with a knife flew back at a faster speed than when he came, and was about to smash the assassin behind him, and the sound of bang, muffled grunt mixed with the sound of bones breaking was immediately clear in the ears. In a single moment, the two Assassins, who were not weak, lost their combat effectiveness.

The assassination did not stop because of this, and it seems that it has long been numb to this crushing scene. The assassins who arrived immediately did not care about the fate of their companions, and like moths to the flames, they frantically killed the burly figure one after another.

"A bunch of ants - all roll for me, roll, roll-"

With a wave of his fists, he strode straight forward. Under the backdrop of those assassins who kept flying in all directions, the burly figure was like a savage demonic beast, rampage under the shadow of the sword and sword, as if entering a no-man's land.

The gap is too big, and there is no suspense at all!

There wasn't even a trace of fighting spirit around this burly figure, and with that sturdy body that was even more steel than steel, it was enough to bounce off and shatter most of the attacks. As for the rest of the shining doumang, sharp swords, etc., just smash it with one punch, and all of them will be broken.

In just a few breaths, the burly figure came out of the siege unharmed. Walk to the side of the road. Condescendingly, he looked at the white-haired old man who struggled out of the pile of broken wood. There is no nonsense. A punch down.

Boom - the wind is blowing, the streets are shaking, and the debris is shooting in all directions!

This white-haired old man, who had been thrown out from the beginning, turned out to be the strongest of this group of assassins. At the moment, although most of his body was smashed into the street, his arms were sealed, and it was the first time that he blocked the iron fist of this burly figure like a demon god.

Of course, it's not easy. "Poof...... cough cough ......" spat out a mouth full of blood, and the white-haired old man stared at the burly figure in front of him fiercely. Gasping and intermittently speaking, "You can't escape, Bamutu." Whoosh...... Haha! You're going to die here, on the land of Bran......"

Pouting slightly, the burly figure, that is, Bamutu was still too lazy to answer, and swung his fist again, boom-

Getting up, he didn't care about the moaning assassins behind him, and stepped over the huge hole in front of him. Crossing the street, it quickly disappeared into the alleyway opposite.

At this time. The stunned pedestrians reacted from the bloody scene in front of them, screaming and running for the road, and the streets were instantly thrown into chaos.

Immediately, a few minutes later, the team's orthodox figures converged from all directions.

Angry and angry, "Damn, who told you to do it, and where's Rodney?"

"Dead, Master Rodney was smashed into a hole in the street...... Big, my lord, it wasn't us who did it first, he would have discovered us a long time ago, and he would kill people directly after eating......"

"Whew...... Which direction?"

"Opposite the roadway. ”

"What are you doing stupidly, chase after me! Hurry up and ......."

......

At this time, dozens of miles away in a secluded laneway.

"Phew...... Ahem......"

"Oh, the goshawk that falls to the ground will inevitably be crawled on its wings by ants...... How many years have passed, and it is really ...... to be injured in the hands of a small prefecture-level martial artist Novel experience ......"

Leaning against the wall, wiping the blood stains from the tiger's mouth in his palm and the corners of his mouth, Bamutu couldn't help but shake his head and chuckle, laughing at himself and sighing.

It is indeed a very novel experience, thinking that he Bamutu is all over the world, and he does not think about the terrifying strength of a second person at all, except for Woodin. Even if it is a rare empty-level martial artist, it is just a corpse lying obediently in front of him. But I never thought that one day I would be injured by a ground-level little martial artist, which is really ironic.

But now this is the case, Jiang Xin's battle, although after Tang En's help, Bamutu and Wu Ding fought hard. But just after Wu Ding hurriedly confessed a few words, he vomited blood and fainted, and he knew how seriously Bamutu, who was also injured by both sides, was injured.

It is no exaggeration to say that the whole world is Bamutu. Because of the unique sacrificial cultivation method of the Northern Wilderness, he has a terrifying body like a top-level demonic beast, otherwise he would have drowned in the river and would have died in the hands of this Bran warrior who was constantly chasing and killing.

Of course, the current situation is not optimistic. Bamutu is like a scarred tiger, although the posture is still there, but the strength has been greatly reduced. If it continues like this, it won't be long before you will die under the mouth of the jackal who is constantly pursuing.

It's not that there is no chance to get rid of these jackals behind him, and there are still three catties of nails in the rotten ship, not to mention Bamutu, the strongest man in the Northern Wilderness. The point is that he doesn't want to leave now, or he can't just leave like that......

"It's hard...... Where the hell did you die, boy...... But you must not have an accident, otherwise I won't be able to explain to the girl when I go back......"

Needless to say, this kid can only be Don En of course. In line with Wooding's view, Bamutu knew that Donn didn't hang up on the spot. But the spatial turbulence is really hard to say, even in the realm of Ebamutu, the mysterious space is also secretive. There is no way to know whether Don En has escaped from the spatial turbulence, let alone accurately guess the direction where Don En came out.

North Wilderness, Bran, Crater, Sea level, or the backyard of the farmhouse...... Who knows?

However, no matter where he is, Bamutu knows how important Don means to Lansha, so he can only drag his seriously injured body and try to find it. Don't say anything else, at least do your best, otherwise it's still the same sentence, and you can't explain it......

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As it turned out, the strategy of Bamutu's radiating search along the banks of the Lenau River was doomed to futile.

This is not to say that Bamutu was wrong, just as Wooding told Wenslin to search south of Bran, Bamtu can only operate in the north now.

The real reason for the futility is only that Donn is now neither in the South nor in the North, but in the East, far, far away in the East......

"At dusk, if you are the sound of a romantic harp...... Presented to me the tenderness of a classical woman...... I was mad and quiet on the rock, like a giant born of the sea......"

When Don slowly opened his unfocused eyes, the first thing he received in his mind was this melody that seemed to be chanting and chanting. Squinted, listened to the sound for a while, and gradually became conscious. Immediately, professional habits, subconscious analysis......

The woman, the young woman, was three feet away, and there was no threat...... Also, the voice is average, and the treble can't go up......

The corners of his mouth pulled slightly, and the next moment, severe pain all over his body surged like a tide.

"Ahem......"

“...... A heart like a broken wave...... Who's scared...... Hey, you're awake?" exclaimed, followed by a scream of surprise. Immediately afterwards, the sound of footsteps running happily and a beautiful face without ornamentation came into Tang En's eyes.

"Are you...... Ahem...... Don himself bluffed, his voice was extremely hoarse and low, as if he had been burned by coals, "Who are you?

"Haha, you're finally awake. My name is Cindy, but I prefer to be called Sye. It's my new name for myself, and that sounds good...... By the way, I'm your savior, I picked you up on the beach. Your injuries were so severe at that time that they were about to break, and it was scary to look at. And you've been in a coma for a week, and I thought you'd never wake up again......" said the dancing girl, whose name was Cindy and Silky, looked very excited.

Looks like it's a bit of a chatter......

Looking at the constantly opening and closing lips in front of him in a daze, Tang En was stunned for a while before he reacted: "Wait...... Thank you for saving your life, and I will repay you if I have the chance...... Well, excuse me, where is this?"

"Repay? God teaches us that we should not ask for favor for doing good, or we will be punished......"

"What's so embarrassing about that...... Wait, ahem...... Don't you hear the point of this sentence, ahem...... I asked, where is this?Bran?cough...... "Don understands now, the question must be concise, so as not to leave the other party a little room to play, otherwise he will cough to death, and he may not be able to interject."

"Of course it's Bran, we're in the mountains now. Qingli replied as a matter of course.

"On the mountain, on which mountain...... No, didn't you just say you picked me up on the beach...... "Don, who finally came back to his senses after going around in a circle, was dumbfounded. His ears moved lightly, and he listened to the faint sound of the rushing tide outside the window above his head, and his expression changed greatly, "Cindy...... Si Ying...... Hey, help me up!"

"Are you calling it wrong? My name is Siyi, not ......."

"I ...... Ahem...... Help me up!"

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A moment later, Don En, who was leaning on the window lattice, stared wide-eyed, condescendingly at the endless blue sea in the distance, the tide came and went, constantly slapping the place below him where it should be a cliff, opened his mouth, and turned his head blankly to look at the beautiful girl,

"That...... There are ...... in Bran Is there a sea?"

............ (To be continued......)