trap?

As soon as Xia Lan said that, Groan was shocked and gloomy. He stared at the other party in a daze, his face full of disbelief.

What's going on?

His mood was as complicated as the five flavor bottles were pouring over. Groan's hand subconsciously pressed the long sword around his waist. His intuition told himself that the other party was not lying, but the matter was really as the other party said that there was a trap in the camp, so...

He turned his head and looked at Stuhn, who was not far away, calmed down and said, "Stuhn, I need an explanation."

"Hmph—I didn't expect that your vigilance would be beyond my expectations, and it really surprised me."

Before Stuhn could make a sound, a cold voice came from far to near. Looking down, he saw a person slowly walking out of the camp gate.

"Commander Devite?"

When Groan saw the person wearing armor in front of him, he suddenly remembered someone in his mind.

As the most loyal and outstanding subordinate under the Earl of Heather, Groan is not unfamiliar with DeVite himself. He even had a brief cooperation during several battles against Diorda. Due to their different relationships, they did not have much deep feelings for each other.

To be purely speaking, he knew Devite, but Devite did not necessarily know him.

Sure enough, through the eyes under the black helmet, Devith glanced at Groan and ordered directly: "You are the ones sent by Overled? Now you can go back, and we will take over the matter here."

His words were cold, and they were unkind.

Groan suddenly felt a bad premonition. After letting go of the hand that was pressed on the long sword at his waist, he saluted the other party with a standard military salute. He said: "President Devet, in Lower Groan, the deputy commander of the garrison in the town of Sloanmoa, obeyed the orders of Lord Overled, and... "

"Didn't you hear what I just said?"

Who would have thought that when Groan was halfway through his words, Devith interrupted coldly.

"President Devite, before leaving, Lord Overled had given a special explanation to me that before the Count officially met this Excellency, I must wait by my side at any time to wait for the exact result." After Devite's rude rebuke, Groan suppressed the resentment in his heart and said, "So please respect your duties."

"I can understand now that you are blatantly disobeying my orders?" Devit stared coldly at Gloandor.

"I dare not!" Groan suppressed the sharp aura emitted by the other party and lowered his head. "If you are dissatisfied with your duties, you can send someone to report to Lord Overled. I will not leave until I get a new order."

"Very good, very good!" Devitt suddenly sneered: "Maybe it was because Overly because he had spoiled you subordinates too much over the years. As a soldier, he dared to disobey the orders of his superiors. Humph, want to move out Overly to suppress me? It seems that I have the responsibility to punish him and teach him!"

After saying that, Devit pulled out the long sword from his waist, and a cold light slashed at Groan in front of him.

"Clang—"

A violent metal collision sounded, and Groan looked dullly at less than half an inch above his head, and saw a long sword on another death sword that was about to end his life.

Subconsciously, Groan sat down on the ground several steps back. He raised his trembling hand and pointed it at Devit's face and said in disbelief: "You dare to kill me?"

"Why don't I dare to kill you?"

After Dwight responded coldly, his attention quickly turned to the person who blocked him.

"Is Mr. Drank? Can I understand it as a sign of your hostility when it rashly interferes in other people's territorial affairs?"

“Isn’t this the result you want?”

Xia Lan looked at him expressionlessly and said.

At this time, countless soldiers wearing armor and holding sharp soldiers emerged around the camp, and in an instant they formed a heavy siege on their group!

"You are not like a stupid person." Devit sneered.

"You are not like a smart person either." Xia Lan said in a row.

Groan looked at the sudden change in front of him in shock. For a moment, he seemed unacceptable and slowly retreated to the cavalry team under his command with a nervous and alert look. He sighed and calmed down his mind with a chaotic mind and said to Dewit: "Master Dewit! What do you mean? Why set up a trap to ambush us? If the Count knew about this, he would definitely not let you go!"

"Do you think the Earl let me take charge of receiving you?" Dewit sneered.

"Maybe the Count..."

Hearing the hidden meaning in Devite's words, Groan widened his eyes and his voice began to be mixed with panic and astonishment.

"This is actually what you mean, right?"

Xia Lan glanced at the soldiers surrounding them, and turned her eyes back to Dewit and said indifferently.

"I mean the Count."

Dewit said half-squinted.

"It turns out that the person you want to kill me was you." Xia Lan nodded slightly and said, "But there will always be a reason for killing people, and what is the reason for you?"

"The essence of life!"

After a brief moment, Devit spoke.

"Have you violated the conflict caused by your vital interests?" Xia Lan murmured, then shook her head at DeWitt and said, "It's a pity that you don't have the ability to kill me!"

"You're very confident," Devit said.

"It's not confidence, it's fact." Xia Lan said.

"Facts are often proved by results!" Devit said.

"But the results are often not satisfactory." Xia Lan said.

"Sharp teeth and sharp mouths! Let me see if your sword can be said like your mouth!"

A cold light flashed in Dewit's eyes, and the sword in his hand launched a sudden attack quietly!

His sword came very quickly, so fast that it had reached Xia Lan's neck in an instant.

But Xia Lan, who had already noticed it, quickly grabbed the sword and blocked it. Unexpectedly, the huge force from the sword caught him off guard, and his man was suddenly knocked away several steps.

"Strength focus?"

Stabilizing his body, Xia Lan stared at the other party with a serious expression and said to herself.

However, as Dwayte appeared quietly in front of him, the sword light shone, and the fierce murderous intent seemed to be coming from all directions. Xia Lan rushed down and could not block it, and a blood splashed out from her arms.

"Speed ​​focus?"

Obviously, Xia Lan's judgment was confused.

"Not right!"

After missing the first move, Xia Lan, who was in passive defense, felt the force brought by the opponent's sword, and his hands holding the sword began to feel a hint of soreness!

This is not the power that speed focus should have!

And how should the attack he had appeared in front of him quietly just now? It is difficult for a power focus to do this!

Through a brief confrontation, he could know that the opponent's strength was one level higher than his own, but the gap in this level of realm was too terrifying!
Chapter completed!