Just imagine what consequences will be caused by assassination of the high priest of the Frost Mist tribe be assassinated when the two tribes merged, and they are in a serious confrontation and are emotionally excited, and they will explode like a powder barrel.

Even if this elderly man is obviously about to reach the end of his life, as long as he dies abnormally, the emotions of the Frost Mist people will be immediately detonated, and the merger will be a foregone conclusion, and both sides may even fight directly.

This is obviously contrary to the interests of the Expeditionary Force. Even if things fail, bloody conflicts will never occur, which is not good for the development progress and the image of the alliance.

Xu Ling must not let this happen, but before it actually happened, he could not arrest someone based on speculation.

"We have to inform the people of the Frost and Mist tribe to make them more vigilant." Luo Zhixing suggested.

"It's okay." Gao Fan said, "There were two strong men standing guard at the door of the priest at any time. It was not that easy to assassinate."

"But the mandrill is the leader of their God-Selected Ones. You see, he is so big and his combat power is definitely not weak. If he breaks directly into the powerful kill, he may not be able to stop him. I think he must strengthen his defense." Luo Zhixing did not give in.

Gao Fan argued with reason: "He would never dare. If he killed someone, he would not be able to leave Nanhai Town, so many masters would take charge."

He was right, many of the Thousand God-Selected Ones of the Frost Mist tribes themselves can reach the level of Sylette. In addition, the garrison troops sent by the Expeditionary Force, only the major general, conservatively speaking, it should be no problem to fight two mandrills alone.

But Xu Ling said, "No, have you ever thought about what if he didn't plan to leave Nanhai Town alive?"

"this……"

Gao Fan was speechless for a moment, "Can the people of Immortal City have such a high level of awareness, and they must complete the task even if they die?"

Xu Ling snorted lightly: "If he is afraid of death, he will do this? Strictly speaking, these lurking informants cannot be regarded as people from Immortal City at all. He must have concerns. If his relatives are there, will such people be afraid of death?"

Gao Fan had nothing to say: "What should I do?"

Ning Qingshuang was listening silently from the side, but a cold light flashed in her eyes: "Turnly control him to avoid irreversible situations."

Xie Yilang agrees with this view.

"No."

Xu Ling shook his head, thought for a moment, and suddenly laughed: "Maybe, we can use him to provide us with evidence."

...

sir, sir, sir—

The mandrilled his knife in his residence. This big knife, which was about two inches wide, has accompanied him for many years. Thinking back to the time, it belonged to another powerful divine candidate of the White Whip Tribe. It is said that it used a large handful of magic crystals to exchange it from the Immortal City.

Later he became the pillar of the tribe, and the knife came into his hands.

Later, the tribe was destroyed under the impact of the King of Snowfield. The mandrill was able to escape alone, but he did not do so, because the dozen children left in the entire tribe were the hope of the tribe, and he had to protect them.

However, he failed. The beast tide brought too many monsters, so he was really unable to support it.

Just in despair, someone saved them, and those people came from the Immortal City.

Until now, he couldn't tell whether this was a good or a bad thing.

Those children were saved, and they could go to the Immortal City to start a new life and enjoy the preserved achievements of human civilization, but he himself betrayed his soul to the devil.

Scream—

After completing the twenty-eighth polishing, he rubbed his thumb against the blade, and a subtle blood line appeared on his fingertips.

At this time, the mandrill was not nervous. According to the instructions, he wanted to assassinate the high priest of the Frost Mist tribe after the conflict between the two tribes began to ferment. It didn't matter whether it was successful or not, because this behavior was enough to intensify hatred.

On the contrary, he felt a little guilty.

Originally from Xueyuan, he knew the value of stable life. He envied the people in Nanhai Town and was unwilling to have an accident with the Kuanji tribe who had lived for ten years. However, at the same time, he could not give up the children of the same tribe who were in the Immortal City.

At this moment, he was just executing the instructions numbly, because his mind was no longer enough to judge right or wrong, so he simply followed the crowd.

But he was vaguely expecting, looking forward to someone stopping him, so that he would no longer have to accept the torture of his conscience.

Bang.

The leather scabbard was buckled on the blade, and he walked out of the door with the old friend he had been with for more than ten years.

There is no sun today, and snowflakes are falling from the sky.

Shan Mandrill came to the street and looked at the busy Nanhai Town. He sighed heavily, went out to eat something, and then walked to the place where he had repeatedly investigated and explored more than a dozen times.

As an experienced soldier, he practiced the situation after forcing a forcibly breaking in countless times in his mind.

He knew that in a while, the chosen ones on guard would change shifts, and they didn't think that the priest would encounter safety problems in Nanhai Town, so they were not cautious and often left a few minutes of gap, which was when he was acting.

Sure enough, things continued as he expected.

The mandrill walked into the residence of the daisy priest.

"Who are you? What are you going to do? Ah—"

The person who cared for the daily life of the priest was pushed away and fell aside by him.

Bang.

The bedroom door was kicked open, and there was a recliner in the dim room with his back facing the door, but you could see a person lying on it, and the heavy breathing echoed in the room.

Valley

The mandrill did not hesitate. He had already done the psychological construction he should do. He calmly raised his knife and slashed it down like a monster.

"I'm sorry."

when--

The one who faced the blade was not the aging body, but a long sword, and the dim room was illuminated by Mars for a moment.

Shan Mandrill was shocked to find that the man in front of him was not an old and weak priest, but the young Xia people who had met at the tripartite talks.

Xu Ling waited for the person he was waiting for.

A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth and asked with great interest: "Master, what job do you do?"

The mandrill was stunned: "I, I am, passed by."

Xu Ling didn't expect to get such an answer, and couldn't help but be stunned: "You... are awesome."

Bang-

The nonsensical conversation between the two did not affect the movements in their hands. It was another battle, and the strength was even stronger. If it weren't for Jiuxuan's strength to protect his body, Xu Ling might have flew backwards.

Shan Mandrill was secretly shocked by the strength of the man in front of him. He originally thought that the reason why the other party was young but could hold real power was because of his flexible thinking and skillful behavior. He could not have imagined that his combat power was so strong.

The chosen one who knows how to practice martial arts cannot understand why some people have such combat power in just over ten or twenty years.

He didn't hesitate anymore. Even if he was suffering before taking action, he had to run away at this time.

He is not afraid of death, but he doesn't want to die.

Bang.

The burly body shattered the window frame, and the mantle fell from the second floor with a bang, and was about to escape.

When I looked up, I found that the road was gone. There was darkness ahead, with only a slender steel cable, and under the steel cable was a deep abyss.

Suddenly he felt a palpitation, twisted his waist and stabbed him back.

Another string of Mars.

Xu Ling, who was repelled, frowned.

"It seems that a master with certain strength can feel my murderous intent even in the illusion and fight back."

If he let go of his hands and feet and bombards with a flying knife, he should be able to kill the God-Selected Person with a force index of about 6.0 or above, but it is not necessary now, because the major general of the garrison has already controlled the mandrill.

Many people appeared around, including the two tribes’ talks, Li Xian, and some senior officials from both sides.

The mandrill, who was freed from the illusion, saw the familiar person in despair, and finally realized that his every move had been discovered long ago. His face was bitter and could not speak.

Xu Ling doesn't need to explain anymore, everyone knows what this assassin is here for.

At this time, the people of the Broadjaw tribe looked complicated, and the high priest was even more in a deep mood.

"You are actually from Immortal City..."

The leader of the Shuangwu Tribe's God-Selected Person was a rough man and was in a very proud mood at this time.

I was discovered that there were two or five boys here before, but the other party was very disgraceful. Now everyone is the same, hey, don’t talk about anyone else.

His thoughts are so simple.

Li Xian and the Major General did not involve any interests. They just thought it was difficult for Xu Ling to think and do it. The key is that they did everything right.

Xu Ling didn't feel anything. He participated in the whole process, not surprisingly, just wanted to complete the task smoothly.

Shan Wang was imprisoned for interrogation, but he refused to say anything. In the end, Xu Ling knew the secret and said to him: "Anyway, you can't succeed now. Whether you say or not will affect the attitude of Immortal City towards your family."

"How do you know?!"

Although the other party said it wrong, and the mandrill was not his family's concern in Immortal City, he was still a little surprised, "If they knew that I shouldn't have said something, I'm afraid..."

Xu Ling continued to persuade: "It's useless. How will people in that city not be influenced by you? Do you really think that people who have been lying on the snow field for a hundred years will be merciful?"

Seeing that Shan Mandrill's expression was a little loose, he added: "I should be able to feel that the only thing that can compete with them is Xinsheng Town. Cooperating with us is your only way out."

"What we want is not to let one person or several people spend their lives in peace, but to hope that everyone can live freely with dignity."

The mandrill was shocked by his words. He didn't even dare to think about this future.

The high priest of the broad-jaw tribe also came out to persuade him for a while.

Thinking of the various cares from this old man over the past ten years, Mandrill's attitude finally relaxed: "Okay, I believe you, just ask if you have anything you want."

Xu Ling breathed a sigh of relief and nodded, "Then, the first question has been bothering me for several days."

"Please say it."
Chapter completed!