In the next second, a frightening loud noise came from outside the alley!
* Bang! *
Thales was shocked.
It sounded like someone's body had crashed into the wall …
From the other side of the wall came a jumble of shouts and shouts.
"No, this bastard …"
"Gleeward, you're —"
"Get your weapons …"
But it was not over yet.
* Boom! *
Another muffled sound. To Thales, it sounded like a head-on collision between two fists!
The clear sound of bones cracking was accompanied by cries of pain.
"Damn it, kill him … Ah —"
* Swoosh! * This time, it was the sound of blades cutting into flesh!
"This son of a b * tch …"
* Crack! *
This time, it was the sound of bones cracking.
"Ahhh —"
"Damn it, how did he do it —"
"Kill him, ahhh —"
The continuous screams of the crowd rose from outside the alley. Thales became more and more nervous as he listened.
'What happened?'
"Where are the throwing knives? Use the throwing knives to deal with — "
The chaotic crowd began to sound hysterical.
"Ahhh — I swear, we won't, won't let you go, won't! Everyone you hold dear, we will … "
* Thud! *
Another muffled sound of a body falling to the ground cut off the threatening voice.
"Quick, give me the knife —"
* Rip! Crash … *
Thales' heart skipped a beat. He was both unfamiliar and familiar with this sound. The arteries of the warriors on the battlefield were cut, and blood gushed out and splattered all over the ground.
The sounds of the crowd grew more and more panicked.
"No, no, wait, we have something to talk about —"
* Bang! Thud! *
The muffled, fatal sounds rose again.
Thales was terrified as he listened from behind the wall.
The sounds of the crowd grew sparser.
"No, no, no, I'm just an errand boy —"
* Bang! *
Thales was startled. The wall he was leaning against trembled slightly, as if someone had been thrown over. A lot of dust fell from the wall.
After that, the noises outside, whether it was the cries for help or the sounds of fighting, became much fewer.
In the end, a loud voice begging for mercy came with a sobbing tone.
"Don't, don't, it's their idea to stalk and catch you alone … I'm really not with them —"
But in the next moment, a chilling and clear voice rang out.
"Crack!"
Thales closed his eyes. He also recognized this voice.
It was the sound of a neck being forcibly broken.
After more than a dozen soul-stirring noises, the area behind the short wall finally quieted down.
The chaos outside seemed to have subsided.
It was only then that Thales opened his eyes solemnly and carefully. He held his breath.
It can't be, right?
In the terrifying silence, there were only two breaths left in the alley.
One was steady, heavy, and slightly panting.
One was panicking and anxious, and the frequency was rapid.
Even if he activated the Sin of Hell's River to its fullest, he could not hear the breathing of other living beings.
There were only … two people left?
Thales closed his mouth in shock.
A few seconds later.
The boorish male voice that had not been heard for a long time was heard again, accompanied by a grunt.
"Hmph, damned Adept, you think you can be so unreasonable just because you have a few tricks up your sleeve — — Ah, it really hurts."
There was a sizzling sound, as if a blade had been pulled out of his flesh.
Clang — the sound of metal hitting the floor.
Following this sound, the other person's breathing behind the wall became even more rapid and unstable.
"Y-Y-You, g-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-chief Gleeward, I-I-I-I'm not …"
The voice was trembling.
As a response, Gleeward's faint, cold chuckle traveled into his ears. "Hmph, a dozen or so people."
"You can't even beat a cripple in a wheelchair."
"I really feel ashamed for you."
Thales furrowed his eyebrows tightly. 'What the hell?
One against a dozen, and there were even Mutants among them. Yet, he still …
He was so scared that he couldn't even say a word.
"Hey."
However, Gleeward's next words caused his breathing to freeze.
"You're lucky, little man. I need a tongue to pass the message …"
The owner of the trembling voice seemed to understand the meaning of this sentence and immediately slowed down.
The next second, he hurriedly said, as if he was crying tears of joy, "O-Of course! Chief Gleeward, tell me, no matter what you say, I will … "
"Hmph." Gleeward's cold snort forced the survivor's fawning and trembling voice to swallow his words.
In the terrifying silence, Thales, who was listening in the corner, did not even dare to breathe loudly.
It was obvious that the person behind the wall was a dangerous character.
"Listen up, scum."
Gleeward's rough and unpleasant voice rose slowly. "Do you think that you can force me to submit to you with threats and violence?
"You must know that Vlad has used more than ten years and used all his methods. In the end, he even brought the military crossbow from Black Sand Region, but he still couldn't kill me …"
There was a rarely seen ferocity in Gleeward's voice. "Hmph, forget about losing a leg and an eye …
"Even if I can't speak, can't see, have my limbs rot, and am forever paralyzed," the boorish warrior's voice was deep, but his words were as hard as steel, "I can still grit my teeth and jump out of bed, and each and every one of you …
"Chew into pieces."
* Slap! *
A cry of surprise rose from behind the wall.
Thales could feel that the survivor had been lifted by Gleeward.
"Do you think that the Star Killer is very terrifying when he goes on a rampage in the city? Hah. "The boorish man's voice became more and more terrifying." When you piss Gleeward off, you will know …
"That dead face who only knows how to behead people will be so gentle and gentle."
Thales heard the sound of teeth chattering in that person's terrified breathing.
"Send the message back," Gleeward said coldly.
"I may not be able to protect my territory, my brother.
But I am very good at holding grudges.
"From today onwards, anything that happens in my territory, and I mean anything, such as the little girl living opposite me losing her doll, or my neighbor's dog losing a bone in its bowl …
"I'll put it on your heads."
* Thud, thud, thud. *
It sounded like an index finger tapping his forehead.
That shuddering breath was already trembling out of shape.
"You better pray that Shield District and Hammer District are safe and prosperous, or else …
"In return … I will tear each and every one of you apart, no matter where they hide, no matter how high their status is.
Just like what you've seen. "
* Thud! *
The sound of a human body falling to the ground was heard.
"Get lost," Gleeward said slowly, his voice as cold as ice.
In the next second, amid the rapid and shuddering breaths, the sound of panicked footsteps rose. It knocked over countless items along the way, and there was also the sound of clothes rubbing against the ground.
The footsteps gradually faded into the distance.
Behind the wall, Thales quietly exhaled.
Fortunately, he only felt his heart beating a little faster. 'It's over.
Now, I just need to wait for the wheelchair to leave … '
"Hey!"
That boorish male voice rose again.
There was a hint of laziness in it.
"You, eavesdropper." Gleeward's deep voice traveled clearly into Thales' ears.
"How much longer are you going to hide?"
Thales felt a slight chill in his heart.
'What?'
He touched his stiff neck and raised his head with a dazed expression. He stared at the low wall that hid him completely.
'Calm down.
Calm down, Thales. '
The prince pursed his lips in a hopeful manner. 'Maybe he's not talking about me?'
"Hmph."
"Stop pretending, you behind the wall." Gleeward seemed to be clenching his fists, and a frightening crisp sound rose. "Is it fun to watch the show?
Heh, you won't be so lucky when I catch you. "
The prince closed his eyes, filled with resignation.
Thales took a deep breath.
'Look on the bright side, Thales.
'It's late at night, and this is the almost abandoned Shield District. That guy … He can't be someone who just happened to be taking a stroll here.
'Besides, based on what Gleeward said just now, he should be traveling alone, which is why he was surrounded by his opponents in this place.
'And coming to this place in the middle of the night means …'
Thales adjusted his breathing and used that reason to convince himself over and over again. Then, he resolutely took a step forward.
He walked out of the narrow alley.
A cold wind blew. The exaggerated temperature difference between day and night in Northland made Thales flinch.
Outside the alley, a desolate and dilapidated Shield District appeared before him.
But what really attracted his attention was the mess before him.
Thales stared blankly at the scene under the night sky. More than ten corpses lay motionless on the ground or stuck to the wall. Their postures were all different, and their expressions were frozen at the last moment. Some were horrified, some were terrified, and some were angry.
Some of them had deformed limbs, some had their bodies bent, and some even had their organs spilling out. Under the contrast of the dark night and the bright moon, they looked exceptionally hideous and bizarre.
A few torches fell weakly on the ground, but they still burned stubbornly, providing some illumination.
Thales slipped. He accidentally stepped on a puddle of blood.
It was like a slaughterhouse in the wild.
In this scene that made people hold their breaths, Thales gulped hard and saw the only person who was still alive. A strong man sat on the ground, quietly bandaging the wound on his shoulder.
Through the weak firelight and moonlight, Thales immediately saw the man's most distinctive feature: he did not have legs.
In any case, Ralf's legs still reached his knees. However, the boorish and muscular man in front of him did not have any pants below his thighs. His pants were tied into two knots, showing off his misfortune in the past.
Thales frowned slightly.
The man named Gleeward snorted coldly. He bit the cloth used to bandage his wound and forced himself to raise his head. "Tell me, you followed me here in the middle of the night. Were you sent by Nicholas, Vlad, or someone else … Huh?"
Gleeward's eyes were filled with puzzlement.
With the help of the light, Thales saw the man's face, just as he expected. There was nothing in Gleeward's left eye socket. There was only a dark hole.
Under his short hair, there was only a round hole where his left ear should have been.
It was as if his ear had been cut off at the root.
Thales was stunned.
"A brat?"
The strong man frowned, and he looked puzzled.
While Gleeward spoke, he used his left hand, which only had three fingers left, to pull up a corner of the cloth. He bit the other corner in his mouth while he supported himself with his right hand on the ground to help his hunched body maintain its balance while he desperately bandaged his wound.
A faint sadness rose in Thales' heart.
'This man …
'There's only' half 'of him left.'
"Hey! Don't let your mind wander, brat! "
Thales' expression changed. He snapped out of his daze and scratched his forehead. "Actually, I'm almost fourteen years old …"
"You really are a child." Gleeward shook his head and snorted softly. "Why, is child labor popular now? Tsk tsk, why are people so cruel nowadays? "
'Cruel?'
Thales could only smile helplessly as he stared at Gleeward, who sat among the corpses on the ground.
Gleeward's face was flat, but his nose was rather high. His face was covered in ungroomed stubble, which made people wonder if he had carelessly cut it with a table knife.
He bandaged his wound and grabbed behind him with his left hand. Rumbling sounds of friction came from the darkness.
A wooden wheelchair was pulled to his side by the man.
Gleeward gritted his teeth and fastened the wheelchair to the side of a protruding stone slab. He grabbed the arm of the chair with his left hand and used his right hand to support himself from the ground.
He propped up half of his body from the ground and leaned towards the wheelchair while trembling. He wanted to sit in the wheelchair.
Thales thought of something. When he saw Gleeward's strenuous movements, he wanted to step forward and help.
But in the next moment, Gleeward retaliated with his actions. The strong man grunted, and his powerful right arm seemed to explode with endless power as he pushed the ground!
In the next second, the boorish man rose steadily into the air.
Thales, who had just taken a step forward, stopped abruptly.
As the wheelchair shuddered, Gleeward landed accurately on it.
In the wheelchair, Gleeward leaned back and exhaled comfortably. He cast a scornful glance at the corpses on the ground and flashed a cold smile.
At that moment, Thales suddenly realized that even though the man seemed to be handicapped and only had half of his body left …
But there was no doubt about it.
The man before him was one of the strongest and most valiant warriors he had ever seen.
At that moment …
A woman's voice, which he had not heard for a long time, rang in his ears.
Gentle, light, but with a hint of stubbornness that refused to compromise.
"No, Qiren."
"They don't need cheap sympathy. They don't need help and sympathy from us so-called" normal people "and" healthy people "to satisfy our own moral evaluation.
"What they need is for us to remove our blinders and treat them like normal people, because there's nothing abnormal about them to begin with.
"And the reason why they can't become normal people is because we are too self-righteous. We are not tolerant enough. It's because this imperfect society doesn't give them the soil to become normal people, whether it's because of the lack of software, or the inconvenience of life caused by the lack of hardware.
"Stop calling them handicapped."
"Because they aren't."
'It's her.
'It's her.
'But who is she?'
He subconsciously reached out.
But he did not catch anything.
There was only emptiness.
"Hey!"
"How can you be distracted?" Gleeward pushed the wheelchair in front of him and sized Thales up. He tapped his own head with a doubtful expression. "Are you … retarded?"
Thales was shocked. He shoved the memory that had suddenly appeared back into the depths of his mind.
Gleeward clenched his right fist, and it made a clear sound.
The sound made Thales nervous.
He tried his best not to look at the corpses around him. He forced a smile.
'Focus. Now …'
Thales took a deep breath, trying to make himself appear more friendly.
'Putray said it. Smile, smile. Smile when you face your contact.'
The prince bared his white teeth and stared at the man in the wheelchair. "So, you are the person Putray mentioned?"
Gleeward frowned and answered loudly, "Who?"
His unpleasant, loud voice startled Thales.
"Putray, erm, it's that …" Thales tried his best to maintain his smile. He forced himself to speak the lingua franca that was close to a Northlandic accent.
"A strange middle-aged man smoking a pipe?"
Gleeward blinked what was left of his eyes and scratched his chin under the moonlight.
He impatiently opened his mouth and asked loudly but vaguely,
"What did you say?"
Thales' heart trembled.
'No way.'
"Or, or there's someone. His name might not be Putray. Maybe he's using an alias, and he might not even be smoking. He probably doesn't have time to smoke these few days …" Thales gesticulated and tried his best to form his own words while he criticized Putray's unreliability in his heart.
"He asked you to bring someone … you know, at this time, bring someone, bring someone …" Thales waved his arms and shook his head gently.
Thales waved his arms and shook his head gently. He looked at Gleeward with anticipation, who did not seem to be in the zone yet. "Give him …"
"At this time? Bring someone … "The boorish man narrowed his single eye. His eyeballs moved about as he pondered.
He asked tentatively, "You mean … bring him out of the city?"
Thales' eyes lit up and he snapped his fingers. "Yes! That's it! "
Gleeward fell silent.
The man in the wheelchair stared at him silently for a few seconds.
It made Thales feel slightly creeped out.
Until …
"Oh, oh, oh!"
Gleeward's expression changed. He slapped his head!
The man looked as if he had just come to a realization. He pointed at Thales with his right hand. "So it's you!"
'God bless me.'
Thales exhaled!
He felt as if a stone had been lifted from his heart.
"Yes, yes, yes, yes!"
Thales slapped his thigh. He felt that the negotiation just now was very difficult. He smiled laboriously. "It's me. Haha, nice to meet you … Hehe, erm, how should I address you?"
"Hmm …" Gleeward narrowed his eyes and continued to size him up. He let out a guttural sound.
The creepy feeling in Thales' heart rose again.
"Gleeward." A second later, the boorish man laughed and showed his yellow teeth. He extended his right hand to Thales.
"Drew Gleeward."
Thales breathed a sigh of relief again.
Fortunately, this contact seemed to be rather easy to talk to …
With lingering fear in his heart, he extended his right hand and held Gleeward's palm. "Then …"
At that moment …
* Bang! *
Before Thales could react, he felt a weight on his right hand. He felt pain in his neck, and his vision swayed!
A great force erupted from Gleeward's right palm. Thales lost his balance and fell in Gleeward's direction!
"Gotcha!"
Gleeward's delighted laughter traveled into his ears.
"Hahahaha, you want to leave the city in secret? Hey, you're that little prince of Constellation who was kidnapped, aren't you? "
Gleeward's boorish laughter grew louder and louder, so loud that Thales' ears hurt.
'What … happened?'
Thales struggled to open his eyes, but to his horror, he discovered that Gleeward, who was in a wheelchair, had already locked his hands tightly behind his back!
The latter's left arm wrapped around the prince's neck. The iron-like muscles on his arm were like a cage that bound the prince to Gleeward's embrace.
"Whether it's the underground or the officials, all of Dragon Clouds City is going crazy because of you. I've always been annoyed by these things, and I didn't even want to bother with them, but you actually came to me! Hahahaha … "
'No.
'No!'
The Sin of Hell's River instantly surged.
Thales gritted his teeth and tried to break free, but he realized that his struggle was futile. Gleeward only relied on his powerful right hand and his abdominal muscles to lock Thales' arms tightly behind his back.
It was useless.
From the moment he was held in Gleeward's arms, he had already lost his best position to exert force.
Under Gleeward's restraint, he could not even touch JC's dagger.
"Guess what price Heroic Spirit Palace is willing to offer me?"
Gleeward's laughter was rather ferocious and smug. "Damn it, that dead face smashed so many things in my territory in the afternoon. This time, I'll make him pay for it!"
Gleeward's left arm suddenly exerted force!
Thales only felt his head tilt back, and the bright moon and starry sky appeared before his eyes.
"Of course, it might not necessarily be Heroic Spirit Palace. At this point in time, many people want you." Gleeward's grip became stronger, and the laughter that traveled from behind his ears was filled with excitement. "Let me think, should it be one thousand gold coins or two thousand gold coins? Tsk, isn't that a little too much? "
Thales' face gradually turned red. He only felt that his neck was becoming more and more uncomfortable. Gleeward's left arm was hooked around his neck, and he pressed down on Thales' windpipe without allowing him to resist.
The force was so great that the prince even felt that his back was about to be pressed into Gleeward's chest.
'This guy …
'Why is he so strong?!'
The prince, who had difficulty breathing, raised his right leg with all his might and stomped down with all his might!
But the pain under his foot told him that he could only barely step on the floor and kick the hard wood of the wheelchair.
It was only then that Thales sadly remembered that Gleeward did not have legs.
"Or, I can ask for something else. I have to be more careful about this …"
Thales' vision gradually became blurry as his breathing became uneven.
Soon, many "golden stars" that only he could see appeared in the starry sky before him.
'No.
I can't go on like this. '
He desperately sucked in a bit of air, and with his rich experience from being choked many times, he held his breath and stopped moving to exhaust his strength.
Thales' face turned red. He forced out a few sounds from his windpipe, and his breath was weak. "You … are not … the contact …
"Gleeward …"
What greeted him was Gleeward's wanton laughter.
"Hahaha, I see! You can even make a mistake about the contact. Looks like you guys aren't very diligent in your information gathering! "
Under the double torture of lack of oxygen and pain, Thales desperately maintained his last bit of calmness.
He no longer had the time to complain about Putray.
"Wait …"
Thales' face contorted, and he squeezed out a few words in pain.
"Double!
If you want money, I'll give you … double … "
Gleeward was slightly stunned, then he snorted coldly.
"Shut up." The boorish man did not seem to be moved at all. He gritted his teeth and said coldly, "Don't treat me like a fool …"
But his voice gradually became weaker.
In the next moment, Thales felt the pressure on his neck loosen slightly.
A breath of air that he had not breathed in for a long time, mixed with pain and friction, was sucked into his lungs.
The sound of teeth grinding traveled into his ears, along with Gleeward's voice, which was as unpleasant to the ears as before, but he was slightly tempted. "Hey, brat …"
The boorish man slowly gulped and said softly, "I'm not going to let you off.
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