spartan ancestor

The night owl's cry echoed in the valley.

In the dense forest of the highlands, two archers in Spartan light armor squatted and stood on the edge of the cliff.

"How long have they been in?" The tall man's voice seemed to have been burned, so ugly that he could call Ye Xiao a brother.

Shorty: "Who knows? I'd rather know why the Legion let them in. Damn, we should have done it as soon as we found them."

"Don't be stupid," the tall one rolled his eyes under the helmet, "they were in the Legion's field of vision at that time, and they were still fighting back and forth with the Legion. I'm here to make money, not to cause trouble—wait Wait! They're coming out. Don't you know how to speak your lips? Check out what they're saying!"

The dwarf hurriedly leaned forward, squinting his eyes: "'...I don't care whose military order you entered the mountain, I will say it one last time, you have interrupted the duel between us several times! I order you to leave immediately Think about it carefully, I am the grandson of the patriarch, and this is the future king of Sparta, are you going to disobey our orders?'”

"?" The tall man couldn't help standing up, "Is there such a good thing?? The Legion won't agree? Did they agree?"

The short man held his breath: "...Oh! They actually agreed! Huh!?"

He still felt unbelievable, and his laughter rose slightly, with a trace of doubt: "I heard that the Spartan soldiers are upright, and they would actually bow their heads to power?"

"They are just a weapon in the hands of the powerful—besides, think about our employer." The tall man's eyes lightened with excitement, and he licked his dry lips, "If Sparta How did we get the bows and arrows in our hands? How did the armor on our bodies come from? How did our pockets get fuller?"

The short man smiled: "Look! Those two nobles also robbed the light armor of two soldiers, and the adjutant looked like he was going to be pissed off - go, follow them closely, and don't lose them this time." .”

station side.

The adjutant smashed the torch on the ground in a dignified manner: "Do you think we are happy to play these small fights with you here? Look at your clumsy performance. If we hadn't made concessions, you would have survived in Mount Parnon." until night?"

"Stupid torches, stupid speed limits..." he cursed and stomped on the torches.

Hyacinthus: "..."

My friend, why do I feel that you are taking the opportunity to vent your anger openly?

The adjutant kicked the extinguished torch away, turned his head and said to the soldiers behind him, "What are you still holding these ridiculous things for? The high-ranking crown prince and grandson of the elder told us to get out, and we got out immediately!"

The soldiers extinguished the torches one after another.

Without the light of the fire, the adjutant made angry movements on the surface, but in fact he took the opportunity to get close to Yacintos, and lowered his voice under the cover of his helmet: "We will have a small team back later, and we will lurk nearby. Worry."

Yacintos didn't show his face, and pushed him away forcefully: "Get out!"

The adjutant and the officer gave some pointers to Hyacinthus and the grandson of Tiedales, and after doing enough of the show, they led the legion unwillingly and quickly and quietly blended into the night.

"Very good, there is no one else here." The grandson of Tiedale looked around and raised his scimitar according to the plan, "Come on! Your Highness Hyacinthus! It's time to decide the winner!"

Hyacinthus quickly scanned the surrounding hills from the corner of his eye, regretting his poor eyesight: "I will crush your arrogance."

The scimitar is like two waning moons in the night, sticking together with the clanging sound.

Relying on the cover of the newly acquired helmet, the grandson of Tiedale accused in a low voice: "What's the matter with you, you should act more realistically and move more, why do you speak so plainly. Also, I solemnly say Initiate a declaration of war, why don't you call out my name when you respond?!"

"This helmet is so tightly wrapped, who can see the expression? The archers will not be so close, they can't hear our voice." Yacintos opened the silver knife, "That's why I said that the 'movement' has a large range A little. As for your name...Little Tiedale? Come on, I feel like calling you grandpa. Your family should really think about naming this matter."

It is common for grandparents and grandchildren to have the same name. This kind of thing is common in aristocratic families. There have been at least four Tidallie family for dozens of generations.

"...Just call! Tiedalie! What's the matter!!" Tiedalie's face turned red again, and the strength of his attack suddenly became more vicious, which fit the script.

Hyacinthus resisted the knife without changing his expression.

According to the plan, the legion that is leaving will send out a small group to sneak back and disperse nearby.

It would be best if the archers take advantage of the fight between Hyacinthus and Little Tiedale. The archers in the legion will shoot the enemy immediately. If the other party chooses to watch the situation carefully, then it is better Hyacinthos is needed to go on.

According to the plan, he and Tiedalie made a hundred moves back and forth, but unfortunately, there were no hidden arrows.

Apparently, after shooting empty arrows a few times before, the enemy finally learned to be smart, probably realized the way of fighting between the snipe and the clam, and quietly waiting for the end of the duel.

Hyacinthus frowned slightly, and immediately winked at little Tiedale, revealing a small flaw, allowing Tiedale to hit his abdomen with an elbow, and then staggered back very naturally, being clamped by the neck The neck was severely buckled and fell to the ground.

"You nasty guy, I wish I could strangle you to death here..." Little Tiedale's tone was vicious.

Hyacinthus: "..."

Everyone is very sincere tonight.

A certain person didn't reflect on what he meant at all, but raised his eyebrows to add fuel to the fire: "Have you forgotten that the enemy can't hear us?"

Little Tiedale: "...Ah!!!!"

This emotional roar was instantly blown away by the night wind. Jacintos felt that it might be able to shake away the enemy's last trace of doubt, but considering Tiedale's ability to bear it, he swallowed the words kindly. Next: "Hurry up, good boy."

"—Don't talk to me in this tone, I'll strangle you, strangle you!" Little Tiedale frantically shook Jacintos' neck for a while, until Jacintos suspected that even the lurking legion To doubt whether Tiedalie's grandson really wanted to take the opportunity to strangle himself, little Tiedale restrained his emotions.

He stretched out his hand and pulled out the knife, grinding his teeth: "Fortunately, you are the only qualified crown prince of the Yakiad family. I will use this drugged knife to stab your shoulder. Pray! Can you be here?" Live safe and sound until tomorrow's sunrise!"

Yacintos couldn't help laughing: "You read a few more words, the sun should come out."

"—Ah!!" Little Tieda raised the knife, and fiercely stabbed Jacintos in the shoulder.

This person, this person, why is he so hateful!

ah! !Why isn't this a real knife? ?

Hyacinthus innocently faced Tiedale's anger, and felt that he was quite tolerant and considerate of the overall situation. After all, he had to perform the change of "being stabbed many times with a knife coated with anesthesia" , how hard it is.

According to the adjutant's introduction, he gradually showed symptoms of quadriplegia.With a heart-warming kick, Jacintos pretended to be unconscious, turned over on the ground, face down, and hid his shoulder that had no blood at all.

Close your eyes and your sense of hearing becomes sharper.

The sound of heavy footsteps gradually moving away was Tiedale angrily stomping away.

Hyacinthus breathed gently, and waited for what seemed to be a long time, so long that he almost thought that only he and the cicadas were left in the world, only then did a light footstep approach.

The land transmitted the subtle voice faithfully to his ears, and Jacintos could almost imagine the picture based on the footsteps—the enemy stopped not far from him, pulled out the scimitar abruptly, and then approached step by step.

After a moment of hesitation, the enemy bent down and reached out to check.

"..." Jacintos opened his eyes suddenly, his arms that were powerless on the grass suddenly exerted force, turned around, and his legs twisted like a giant python catching prey.

The man's foot was surprisingly stable, but he only staggered half a step when he was tripped, and then stabilized his figure: "You!"

"Whoosh-"

There was the sound of bows and arrows piercing the air in the distance, and Yacintos jumped up with his powerful muscles, and saw those legionnaires who didn't know when they were lurking back to the grass rushing towards him like a tide.

Hyacinthus rushed two steps, and stabbed the dagger towards the back of the enemy who was trying to escape, forcing the opponent to turn around and block the blade with his strong wrist armor.

With just such a turn around, the enemy's hope of retreating was completely extinguished by the soldiers.

The five soldiers took a quick step forward in tacit understanding. One of them held the enemy's weapon, and the other four precisely grabbed the fake soldier's limbs and pinned him down. The officer punched him in the face, He said sharply, "Who are you! Who sent you here? What is your purpose?"

"Hmm!" The man struggled, his eyes rolled upwards, apparently counting on his companion to help, but unfortunately, his companion was directly pierced by the bows and arrows shot by ten experienced Spartan archers .

"There is still a reward in the bag... Are you a mercenary?" Hyacinthus looked away from the bag, and as soon as he looked at the mercenary, he saw his cheek twisted like a convulsion, with some pain He resolutely seemed to have made an extremely unwilling decision.

"Don't think about it," the officer reached out like lightning, clamped the mercenary's jaw, and took out a poison sac from his mouth, "If you want to die quickly, you shouldn't hesitate."

"—Bah!" The mercenary spat bloody saliva, "Rough Spartans...kill me! You won't get any answers from me!"

"Bang!" The officer punched him again, "Don't be so hard on the bones, we might give you a quick death. Say!"

Yacintos frowned to avoid the mercenary's broken teeth, and the night wind sent the smell of sweat and blood from the mercenary into his nostrils.

Just as he was about to walk away from the downwind direction, his footsteps suddenly stopped: "Wait."

Among those annoying smells, there was a hint of familiar aroma.

Hyacinthus recalled everything during the day for a moment:

"...he was being carried by a group of children from minor nobles. Just after we finished talking harshly to each other, the legion rushed out from nowhere and directly lifted Darth's stretcher..."

"What did you say he was plotting?"

Picture what?

Hyacinthus' eyes fell on the grinning mercenary who was running to piss people off.

He slowly raised his hand and held down the officer who was still about to strike: "Actually..." He took a few steps closer and said, "You don't have to continue to keep secrets for your employer. Don't you think it's strange? You Is it true that your employer was sent down as soon as he entered the field? Let me tell you that we have intercepted the evidence of collusion between you, and Das was interrogated when he was beaten down, and these legions... are basically targeting you trap."

Tsk.It makes sense when you think about it that way.

These mercenaries are targeting all players who have a chance to win the top three. They use the equipment of Spartan soldiers to cover up and try to attack them with arrows coated with drugs. , pretending to be a false appearance of a player doing something.

They didn't dare to take the lives of Yacintos and the others, which would cause them trouble, but it was still possible to use their hands and feet to abolish—at least temporarily abolish the mobility of Yacintos and the others.

Most likely, Das wanted to see these competitors fall one by one, so he insisted on playing with his injuries, but he didn't expect to be sent off by the legion without watching anything, and he didn't know if he would vomit to death with anger.

Jacintos casually imagined Darth's current expression for a while, and then thought about how Darth and his son would react when the legion pressed the mercenaries to meet Darth later, those who were left by the father and son in childhood The annoying memory suddenly turned into a happy smile.

It's just a pity, he said that there is evidence that the mercenary was defrauded, and if this matter is to be hammered to death, he has to get evidence from the mercenary.

Hyacinthus thought for a while, then tentatively squatted down in front of the kneeling mercenary, and brought his face closer: "Instead of continuing to speak hard and trying to provoke us, why not tell me, what do you know? If you can tell With the information we don’t have now, maybe I will give you a happy death.”

"You..." The mercenary's curse suddenly blocked his throat.

The pair of outlaw's insolent eyes were distracted for a moment, as if they were bewitched by something.

Hyacinth raised an eyebrow.

If he hadn't been surrounded by Heluoshi since he was a child, he might not have realized what his face meant to many people.

Sparta is not a city-state that judges men by their appearance. No one has ever fallen in love with him because of his appearance—there are quite a few who are contemptuous.But the same face has the same effect as an illusion on Tana, Apollo and others. He often uses this method to tease the impatient little girl Tana.

But it's a pity that after the mercenary shook his head, his eyes regained his sobriety—or he fell into another extreme. The eyes he looked at Yacintos were mixed with a kind of coveting and malicious madness.

The mercenary grinned at Jacintos, deliberately lowered his voice, and his tone was disgustingly gloomy: "I do know something that they will never admit."

--them?

Jacintos frowned, isn't it Darth?Why are you still there?

The mercenary obviously had some kind of misunderstanding. He laughed twice, his viscous eyes fixed on Yacinthos's face, revealing a kind of morbid obsession: "Ah, that's right. .Old Darth would never say anything."

Hyacinthus: "..."

wait, who?

Old Darth?

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