* Crackle! *
In an instant, the light, which was a little dazzling, was extinguished with a loud noise!
* Thud! *
The dull sound of a human body crashing into each other could be heard.
In the darkness, Thales' hell's senses amplified his perception of light, but before he could notice what happened, he felt his neck loosen. Dean's knife left his artery and windpipe.
* Clang! *
The knife fell to the ground.
Thales desperately moved an inch backwards, as if he was clutching at a life-saving straw. He touched his throat in shock and tried his best to breathe under the soothing effect of the Sin of Hell's River.
* Thud … *
The sound of the bed and the wardrobe colliding was clear, accompanied by the sounds of a fierce struggle.
"No!"
In the next second, when Thales raised his head, he was shocked to find that the bald mercenary's neck had been seized by a pair of arms that had come from behind him and was being dragged backwards!
Dean clung to the bed and stomped on the ground to maintain his balance so that his opponent would not drag him down. At the same time, he turned his head back in shock.
"Quick Rope, what are you —"
He couldn't go on.
Because at some point in time, Quick Rope's arms were already locked tightly together!
He was strangling Dean's neck!
Thales watched this incomprehensible scene in shock. With hell's senses, he saw Quick Rope stick to Dean's back with a resolute expression. He used his left arm to lock the latter's neck, withstanding Dean's struggle and resistance. His eyes shone with a rarely seen vigor!
Under Dean's incredulous expression, the calm Quick Rope locked his left arm around his right elbow and pressed his right palm against the back of the mercenary's head.
"You know, Dean …"
Quick Rope was practically pressed against the back of Dean's left ear. He spoke coldly with a tone that Thales had never heard before, "Most of the information about Moriah Walton in the outside world is wrong."
Dean's face contorted in pain as he withstood the great pressure on his neck. But as experienced as he was, he instantly moved. At the same time he let go of the bed, he pushed his legs against the ground and fell backwards!
* Bang! *
Quick Rope's back crashed into the wardrobe!
But Quick Rope still locked his opponent's neck. The two of them were still inseparable.
From Thales' perspective, Quick Rope's entire body was pushed against the wardrobe by Dean, and his legs were even off the ground.
Thales was so shocked that he forgot to breathe.
This wasn't the "accident" he had imagined.
No.
"He did learn some skills from the Star Killer, but his results were terrible …" Quick Rope's face was contorted. He clenched his teeth tightly, as if he was bearing the weight of a thousand pounds as he spoke.
The doubt on Dean's face slowly disappeared and was replaced by surprise.
No.
No …
During the fight, Dean, whose face was red, clenched his teeth and swung his elbow fiercely backwards!
Boom!
The muffled sound of bodies crashing into each other could be heard.
Quick Rope trembled slightly, but his expression did not change at all, as if the heavy blow was just an itch to him.
Dean's face became redder and redder. His eyes were wide open, and his cheeks were struggling.
In the next moment, Quick Rope clamped his legs together and clamped down on Dean's waist from behind!
"He might yearn for the life of a mercenary, but he's definitely not a legend who has gone through hundreds of battles like in novels …" Quick Rope's expression became more solemn and fierce. His arms, which were locked around Dean's neck, trembled slightly. They were like taut bowstrings, and he could vaguely see the great strength in them.
Thales watched the scene in disbelief. He had long since held JC's dagger in his hand, but the two people who were fighting against each other and his chaotic thoughts made it difficult for him to make a decision. The tip of the dagger kept swaying between the two people who were swaying violently.
"He might have received a lot of education, but his orc language is terrible, and he doesn't know how to scheme …" Quick Rope still clenched his teeth and locked Dean's head and neck. His right palm moved forward, and his left arm moved backward. As he pushed and pulled, he maintained a strong pressure on the mercenary's neck.
On the other side, the bald mercenary's struggles became weaker and weaker.
His elbows struck and scratched backwards in vain. They rubbed and collided violently between the wardrobe and the human body. His legs exerted force a few times, and he slammed the enemy on his back against the wardrobe.
But these methods did not affect Quick Rope's resolute gaze and his killing moves.
A few seconds passed.
The anger and hatred in Dean's eyes gradually disappeared, and were replaced by fear.
And Quick Rope did not let go.
He did not.
His expression was still firm, and he held onto his opponent's vitals.
It was as if he was holding onto a lover who would never let go.
It was as if he was holding onto the end of the world.
"And her, the woman he likes …" Quick Rope lowered his head and said laboriously.
His tone was filled with pain.
As if he had realized something, Dean raised his head in fear at the last moment and looked at Thales, who held the dagger in front of him.
At the same time, Quick Rope also raised his eyes and looked at the Prince of Constellation.
Thales was under the gaze of two pairs of eyes. One of them was filled with incomprehensible regret, and the other was filled with grief, apathy, and determination.
Finally, after a fierce struggle, a terrifying, muffled sound spread in the room.
* Crack! *
Dean's expression froze at that moment.
His hands fell limply to his sides, and his legs slowly went limp. With Quick Rope on his back, he slowly slid down from the wardrobe.
The victor had been decided.
For a time, there were only two breaths left in the room.
One was cautious, and the other had just survived a disaster.
"That woman …"
Quick Rope lowered his head and hid his expression in the shadows.
"She's not a whore."
He panted, and there was a slight tremble in his voice.
"She's not."
Quick Rope still held onto Dean's body for a few seconds, even though the other man's widened eyes had lost their luster.
Then, Thales exhaled slowly and put down the dagger.
"Quick Rope, this strangulation technique …" Thales gulped. His throat was dry.
"Where did you learn it?"
Quick Rope seemed to have suddenly snapped out of his stupor and came back to his senses from the life and death fight.
He first sighed, then the corners of his mouth curled up, and he snorted lightly.
"Judging by your expression, Thales, you already know, don't you?"
Thales stared blankly at Quick Rope, who was sitting on the floor. He watched as he slowly let go of his arms and legs, and broke free from Dean, who was no longer breathing.
A shocking answer rose in his heart.
'No.'
"War is the art of deceiving the enemy …" Thales mumbled to himself.
Thales mumbled to himself. Not long ago, at the southern border of Eckstedt, at the Land of Barren Rocks in the City of Faraway Prayers, he saw a rare, exciting, and unforgettable thrilling battle.
'The Star Killer against the Raven of Death.
'At that time …'
In the darkness, Quick Rope forced out a soundless laugh.
"What you used just now was the Inextinguishable Flame Terende's favorite strangulation technique." Thales stared in disbelief at Quick Rope, who was slowly getting up. He watched as he swayed and held onto the cabinet. "It was only used by the White Blade Guards of Dragon Clouds City during King Nuven's era …
"Inheritance."
Thales tightened his grip on the dagger in his hand.
His gaze was locked on Quick Rope's body.
The cheerful, happy, greedy new mercenary who never forgot to promote his small business.
"You …" Thales' tone was bitter.
In the next moment, Quick Rope stretched his limbs and took a few deep breaths, as if he had been freed from the tense and sorrowful state of the battle just now.
"It's time to reintroduce myself, Thales."
With the bright smile he wore when they first met in the Great Desert, he extended his right hand to Thales.
The Prince of Constellation looked at the other man's palm hesitantly and took a step back.
With indescribable emotions, Thales sized up the person in front of him.
This young man, who looked to be less than thirty years old, had freckles all over his face, red hair, and a Camian accent. Regardless of his appearance, behavior, or any other angle, he was …
He first awkwardly retracted his palm and wiped it on his body as if he was trying to dispel his mockery. Then, he smiled and said,
"Moriah Bertram Nuven Walton.
Also known as' Quick Rope '. "
At that moment, absolute silence ruled the room.
Dean lay quietly on the floor. Quick Rope smiled without saying a word. Thales froze on the spot.
For a few seconds, only the moonlight cared about this small world.
Thales stared at the man in front of him in a daze. This was the first man he saw after he woke up in the Great Desert.
'Quick Rope.
'Moriah.
'And Dean from the Secret Room.
'How could this be?'
The doubts and puzzlement in his heart did not diminish.
In fact, they became even more conflicted, mixed together, and chaotic.
"You know …"
Quick Rope snorted softly and poked the body on the floor. "When I was helping an unscrupulous owner of an aphrodisiac run his wares, I heard him say that there was a group of powerful mercenaries around the Three Kingdoms of the Mystery Sea. One of them was quite knowledgeable and had unique skills. By the looks of it, he might be a Northlander of noble birth …"
Quick Rope shrugged and looked at Dean's lifeless eyes. He sighed softly with a subtle emotion.
"To a certain extent, his strategy was right.
It's just that he suffered a loss in information. "
There was still silence.
In the next second, Quick Rope patted his butt and stepped over Dean's body. His smile was bright and cheerful, as if he was not the one who ruthlessly killed Thales just now and mourned in silence.
In the face of the 'acquaintance' who had just helped him out of trouble, Thales vigilantly took a step back.
His gaze swept past Dean on the floor.
"By the way, I'm going to take a dump." With the help of the moonlight, Quick Rope turned around and took out a roll of rough hemp rope and leaf paper from the cabinet. His smile remained, as if he did not care about Thales' reaction.
He happily handed over a roll of hemp rope. "Don't worry, you don't have to queue up. There are two pits!"
But Thales stared at him with a complicated expression. He did not speak.
JC was still in his hands.
No one knew how the Prince of Constellation felt at that moment.
In the silence, Quick Rope seemed to have finally realized the atmosphere in front of him. He sheepishly took back the hemp rope.
"Haha, just kidding." Quick Rope exhaled and stuffed the hemp rope and leaf paper back into the cabinet in resignation. He raised the low-quality oil lamp, which had been extinguished for a long time.
"Smile, Thales, smile."
In the suffocating silence, the Prince of Constellation finally retracted his gaze and spoke with great difficulty.
"Why?"
Thales felt as if he could hear the friction in his throat due to dryness. "Why —"
But Quick Rope interrupted him.
He still laughed cheerfully, cheerfully, and simply, as if he could solve all the problems he encountered.
"Why? Because … "
He, Quick Rope, the real former Prince of Eckstedt, King Nuven's son, Moriah Walton, flashed his white teeth at Thales, who was immersed in an inexplicable emotion.
"Because life is heavy enough, Thales. Thales, especially for you and me. "
Quick Rope wore a bright smile that made people think.
"You have to smile.
Only then can you make it lighter. "
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