"Not a bad sword," a calm voice praised.
Ianlar was shocked and sobered up a lot. He turned around and saw two people wearing strange clothes. He had seen these strange clothes in the wall battle. They were the clothes of the people inside the wall!
"Assassin?" Ionlar narrowed his eyes, and a murderous look appeared on his face. "How did you get in? Who was your spy?"
"Unfortunately, I can't kill the person I want to kill the most. The sword is just scrap iron." Dudian indifferently said: "Don't worry, I just want to make a deal with you."
"Deal?" Ianlar raised his eyebrows: "Nonsense! Go to hell!" He roared and rushed towards Dean with his sword.
Dudian stretched out his fingers and pinched the tip of the sword. He pulled the tip of the sword and twisted it in the opposite direction. The sword was extremely elastic. It bent and stabbed towards Ianlar.
Ianlar's pupils shrank as he retreated in a hurry.
Dean quickly kicked Eanlar's knee. The pain made Eanlar's foot slide back and he almost knelt down. Dean stretched out his hand and grabbed Eanlar's neck. Although Eanlar had a burly barbarian's body and was more than two meters tall, he was squatting in front of Dean. It was difficult for him to resist as his vital parts were restricted.
"Now, can we talk?" Dudian asked.
Ionlar's face was full of shock, and his heart was in turmoil. But more than that, he was terrified. He never thought that with his strength, he would be subdued by someone in a single exchange. It should be known that he wasn't drunk, nor was he careless. It was just that his opponent was too strong. Whether it was in terms of strength or speed, they both far surpassed him.
"Talk … Talk about what?" Ianlar said reluctantly. He suddenly noticed that the commotion caused by the battle here did not alarm the attendants outside. Could it be …
Dudian indifferently said: "I know you. You are one of the best princes. You want to be the king of barbarians, right?"
Ianlar's face turned ugly: "How do you know about me? Who told you?"
"Your sister, Yvette."
"Her? I knew this damned bitch was up to no good! "Ionlar clenched his fists angrily.
Dean glanced at him: "In a way, she is better than you."
Ianlar looked up at him. He did not dare to refute, but he was furious.
"I came to you today mainly to help you achieve your wish." Dudian said.
Ianlar was startled. He widened his eyes and said, "Help me fulfill my wish? You, you want me to … "
"Your reaction is not slow. Good." Dean praised, but there was no smile on his face.
Ianlar's eyes were full of shock as he thought of something. He looked at Dean suspiciously: "Are you sent by my father to test me? If that's the case, isn't this method a little too weak? "
Dudian indifferently said: "If your father had my help then he would have been able to break through the wall in one fell swoop."
Ianlar was startled. He knew that Dean wasn't bragging. With the help of such a person, he only needed to sneak into the wall and assassinate a few leaders of the military. It would play a great role in the war.
"I'll fulfill your wish if you want to be the king but you have to listen to me." Dudian indifferently said.
Ianlar's heart sank, and his eyes flickered. He knew that if he agreed, he would only be a puppet even if he stepped onto the throne. But if he did not agree, he would most likely not have a good ending. It was better to deal with it first.
"I promise you," he said.
Dudian nodded: "Then kill your father and the throne will be yours."
Ianlar was stunned. He hastily said, "Isn't … isn't this a little too rash?"
"You don't want to?"
"Yes, of course I want to!" Ianlar smiled bitterly and said, "But my father is always protected by someone. I can't even get close to him, and I can't even bring a weapon when I go to see him. I can't kill him at all. If I could, I would've …"
"I'll help you." Dudian said: "Come with me."
Ianlar thought of something: "Elder, please wait. I'm afraid that I won't be able to ascend the throne even if you help me kill my father. My other brothers are very strong. If my father dies then no one will suppress them. I'm afraid that I won't be able to seize the throne with my current strength …"
"Which brother do you think is a threat? I'll help you kill him." Dudian said.
Ionlar was stunned. After a long time, he finally reacted and exclaimed in surprise, "Can it really be done?"
"Yes."
"Good!" Ianlar was excited as he nodded.
…
…
In the dusky night, there was a sudden ringing of a bell on the hill. At the same time, a fire ignited the lampstand, and the flames burned a few tents of the Barbarian Royal Family. Cries, shouts, flames, and killings intertwined in the night.
The entire hill was thrown into chaos. It was only when the sky began to brighten that the hill regained its peace. Only the smoke from the burning tents drifted into the distance. Ianlar was holding a sword in his hand. He was wearing a majestic armor, and the tip of his sword was pointed at the neck of a beautiful and dignified woman. He said coldly, "Mother, where is the Beast King's Badge? Even if you don't tell me, I will find it sooner or later!"
The woman looked at him with grief and indignation: "Kill me! Even if you kill me you won't get it! You bastard!"
"Father is dead! I'm the king of the barbarians! Don't force me!" Ianlar said angrily.
"King? Bah! You bastard! I shouldn't have given birth to you! I should have strangled you in the cradle if I knew this day would come! " The woman's eyes were red with anger. There were dried tears on her face. She looked at Ianlar. She didn't fear the sword on her neck.
Ianlar's gaze was gloomy. He took a deep breath and said, "Mother, you forced me to do this!" As he spoke, he turned around and shouted, "Bring me here!"
"Yes!" One of the trusted attendants responded and turned to leave. Soon, he returned with three children of seven or eight years old, their hands and feet bound with iron chains. They were two boys and one girl, all of whom were wearing high-grade animal clothing.
"Mother, brother …" One of the girls was scared. She looked at her mother who was sitting in the ruins and her brother who was holding a bloody sword. She was at a loss.
When the woman saw the three children tied up, she rushed forward to hug them, but was stopped by Ianlar's sword.
"Mother, I'll give you three minutes to think about it. If you don't speak, I'll kill them. I'll kill one every minute. Do as you see fit!" Ianlar's eyes were cold. He turned and waved at his servant.
The servant next to him understood. He immediately grabbed one of the boys and put the sword on his neck.
The woman saw this and shouted angrily: "Let him go! Let him go! How dare you touch the royal family! Do you want to die?!"
The servant's expression changed slightly. He looked at Ianlar.
Ianlar looked at his mother coldly and said: "Speak. One minute is almost up."
The woman looked at him angrily: "Your father loved you so much. Why did you do such a crazy thing? Even if you didn't do it, your father would have passed the throne to you. Why did you do such a stupid thing?!"
"How do I know? Now he is dead. Don't make it sound so nice." Ianlar's eyes were cold as he said: "Time is up." He waved his hand.
Seeing this, his trusted aide stretched out his palm, and with a puchi sound, the sharp sword immediately pierced the boy's neck. Blood flowed out, and the boy didn't even have time to scream before he fell to the ground, dead.
Ianlar's eyes were deep and cold: "Mother, are you still not going to speak?"
The woman stared blankly at the boy on the ground. Her mind went blank. After a while, she slowly came back to her senses. She raised her head to look at the burly son that she was once proud of. At this moment, she felt so unfamiliar. She was startled for a moment. Suddenly, she noticed the two people wearing strange clothes standing behind her son. She immediately thought of the scene of these two people killing the generals who came to guard the place. She felt a chill in her heart and an indescribable anger. She said with a trembling voice, "Did you do this because you listened to their instructions? Are they the people inside the wall? You actually colluded with the people inside the wall and killed your father and brother. You, you … "
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