The crimson hue in the east began to fade, and the sky became brighter.
But the atmosphere on the sand became stranger.
Under countless gazes, Roman, who was as handsome as a painting, stared coldly at Ricky, whose armor was damaged and covered in blood, but who was not injured at all.
Thales sucked in a deep breath and turned to look at his surroundings. The cavaliers who were ready for battle, the nervous mercenaries, the Royal Guards who had complicated emotions, and the mini and exquisite Blade Fangs Camp in the distance.
He was deep in thought.
Finally, the Legendary Wing turned to Stake, who was guarded by Klein.
"Shadow … Shield?"
Roman looked into Stake's eyes, which were filled with indignation and pain.
Stake stared at the handsome man in front of him and realized something.
He no longer struggled pointlessly, but frowned and fell into deep thought.
"More."
Ricky raised his arms with a smile on his face.
"He has a close relationship with all of you here.
Aside from the fact that he is the mastermind behind most of the chaos tonight … "
The leader of the Disaster Swords pointed at Blade Fangs Camp in the distance.
His tone was mysterious. "He is also the main culprit who colluded with the enemy to sneak into Blade Fangs Dune and assassinate Herman Jadestar during the Bloody Year eighteen years ago."
Thales sighed.
Stake closed his eyes in indignation.
At that moment, the sand became quiet. For a moment, only the howling of the wind could be heard.
Even the intimidating gaze of the Legendary Wing froze.
In the next second, the cavalier officers in the first row on the sand dune burst into an uproar!
"What?"
Frank frowned in disbelief.
"Are you talking about … Ghost Prince Tower? And … the fall of the camp? "
"This person?"
For a moment, countless pairs of eyes were trained on Stake.
Ricky nodded and looked at the scene he caused with satisfaction.
"A surprise gift, right?"
Zakriel, who was obviously exhausted, sat on the ground and stared at Stake with a profound gaze.
"Damn you, Samel, that guy …" Barney Junior pushed Samel hard, but perhaps because of the arrows around him, he did not continue to attack.
"Did you always know?"
Samel only pursed his lips and did not speak.
In the slightly chaotic scene, Thales looked at the person who had the most authority.
The Legendary Wing did not say anything, and he did not restrain his subordinates, who were in an uproar.
The white knight only stared at Stake, who had his eyes closed. His attitude was unclear, and he did not move.
"That's impossible!"
The female knight, Felicia, gritted her teeth. It was obvious that she had recalled some unpleasant memories.
"When I was young, I saw the scene of an execution. The king had already killed the assassins that night …"
But at this moment, the silent Roman finally raised his right hand!
The uproar of discussions and whispers in the army were all put to a stop.
It was as if that hand possessed supreme majesty.
Soon enough, the mercenaries and royal guards quietened down.
Everyone looked at Roman's actions with solemn but nervous expressions.
However, the Legendary Wing only turned his head around slightly and looked at Ricky.
"Evidence?"
The corners of Ricky's mouth twitched.
He reached into his bosom confidently.
"I have a letter …"
But halfway through his words, Ricky seemed to have remembered something. He put down his hand and looked at the prince in the distance with a strange expression.
"Ahem, I mean … our prince has a letter written by Prince Herman. On it is the signature and date of his death. It is the spoils of war that the leader of the assassins took away that year."
Stake opened his eyes and stared at Ricky in disbelief.
Roman's gaze immediately shot towards Thales like lightning, and Thales shuddered.
Yodel's words rose in the air and crept into Thales' ears.
"Give it to him."
Thales frowned and cast a glance at the Legendary Wing's perfect face, but he still obediently took out the letter and handed it over with trembling hands.
Roman stared at the expensive letter. He was silent for two seconds before he slowly took it and opened it to read.
Stake's expression became even more gloomy.
Ricky only said nothing and waited quietly.
Finally, under the gazes of hundreds and thousands of pairs of eyes, Roman put down the letter.
Ricky exhaled.
"See, I didn't lie to you.
So … "
The Legendary Wing did not speak. Only his amber eyes shone faintly, reflecting the boundless desert.
"Crassus … Do you think that he will let you go just because you used the prince and me as a bargaining chip?"
At that moment, Stake, whose face was ashen and defeated, let out a broken laugh that was close to despair.
"He is the Legendary Wing. He is resolute, ruthless, and merciless."
Under everyone's disgusted gazes, Stake coldly stared at Ricky, who betrayed him.
He said viciously, "Let's not talk about whether he likes your threat or not … Obviously, it will be more beneficial for him to eat all of you."
The mercenaries' expressions instantly became very unpleasant.
At that moment, a voice that was not very harmonious rose into the air.
"Ahem, about that …"
Everyone frowned and turned to the teenager who was ignored.
"Can I get it back?"
Thales ignored Yodel's anxious reminder from behind him. While he touched his head, he smiled foolishly and extended his hand to Roman.
"You know that it belongs to my … uncle?"
Everyone stared at him in a daze.
It was as if someone had popped a balloon, and the tense atmosphere instantly dissipated.
Roman frowned for a few seconds, as if he wanted to re-evaluate the teenager who dared to interrupt him again.
And Thales could only brace himself and endure it. His smile froze.
Fortunately, perhaps because he had confirmed his identity, the Legendary Wing did not threaten to kill him at every turn. Instead, he extended his hand in an abnormal manner and returned the letter to Thales.
* Tick, tick. *
By the side, Ricky narrowed his eyes and imitated the sound of the clock.
"Time is passing, Your Grace."
He pointed at the smoking Blade Fangs Camp in the distance.
Roman did not answer him. Instead, he turned to the third dune.
"Duro?"
On the third dune, a sturdy knight rode out from a group of cavaliers who were dressed very casually and arrived in front of the Legendary Wing.
Thales and Quick Rope both moved.
They recognized him.
It was Duro.
He was the Psionic Warrior they met on their way back. He was the 'boss' of the Freak Squad in the Stardust Unit.
"The lads are ready, Your Grace," Duro, whose left arm was thicker than his right, answered respectfully.
"Anytime."
Roman stared at the camp in the distance and nodded.
"Of course, if you want, we can snatch the prince back right now." Duro looked at Thales. It was obvious that he did not recognize the teenager, who was even more disheveled than he was during their journey in the desert. He then glanced at the mercenaries in disdain.
"Then, we only need one charge. We don't even need to use Carl's rotating troops, and we can crush all of them."
Duro's gaze was filled with hostility and murderous intent, just like the other cavaliers' gazes.
His words made the mercenaries and the Royal Guards nervous.
Only Ricky sighed unhurriedly.
"I have another piece of news for you, Your Grace."
Crassus, the current leader of the Disaster Swords, narrowed his eyes.
"One of your deputies seems to be called … Duro?"
In the next second, Ricky pointed at Duro, then at Stake.
"He has been selling information to Shadow Shield for a long time."
Thales frowned. He first remembered Duro's act of accumulating wealth, then he remembered the conversation between the three parties in the tavern.
Duro, who was named, was first stunned, then his expression changed.
He urged his horse to charge at Ricky. He was furious.
"F * ck your mother's —"
At that moment, Klein and Josef instinctively moved closer to protect Ricky, who was still smiling. The cavaliers in the first few rows also aimed their bows and drew their swords!
Even Thales' arm was grabbed by Yodel, who was hiding in the dark.
The scene instantly became chaotic!
At that moment …
* Whoosh! *
White light flashed!
The white longspear instantly appeared in the Legendary Wing's hand, and he stabbed it into the sand with one hand!
At that moment, Thales felt as if the air around him had been replaced by water. All the noisy sounds stopped!
Roman spoke softly, but he sounded as if he was talking in his sleep beside everyone's ears.
"Silence."
Thales shuddered.
This sentence seemed to have some sort of power that forced the chaotic crowd to stop their hands and mouths. They also subconsciously stopped moving.
One second, two seconds …
No one spoke, no one moved.
The scene instantly became quiet again. Only the rustling of the wind could be heard.
The Legendary Wing then pulled out his longspear and put it back on his back.
The people in the area looked as if they had just woken up from a dream. They seemed to have remembered how to breathe.
"Sir …" Duro's steed raised its front hooves. It stood up like a human and stopped moving.
Duro pointed at Ricky angrily. He was so angry that his lips trembled, and he spoke incoherently.
"He, he, this son of a b * tch … He's so bad, so bad …"
But the Legendary Wing only glanced at him.
"His words.
Is it true? "
When he saw his superior's face, Duro's words instantly froze.
But he immediately reacted.
"How is that possible? I don't know this so-called assassin at all …"
However, Ricky gently pushed Josef away, who was shielding him behind him.
He chuckled and said, "But he told me that your wife and daughter are seriously ill, right?"
Duro was stunned.
"Maybe you'll do something unusual for them?"
Duro gritted his teeth. He glanced at the cavaliers around him and said angrily,
"Don't you f * cking slander me …"
At that moment, the Legendary Wing spoke softly again.
"I … hate … arguing."
It was just three short words, but they were like holy words from a religion. They instantly made Duro and Ricky shut their mouths.
Roman raised his head slightly. His eyes were like lightning as he stared straight at Duro.
"You only need to say yes or no."
Duro panicked.
"Of course not! I was promoted by you, and I have always been loyal to you — "
But he was interrupted by his superior again.
"But you don't sound so sure."
The Legendary Wing's voice was still steady and hollow. It sounded as if it came from the horizon.
Duro instantly froze.
He stared into his superior's eyes and instinctively lowered his head.
He seemed to be hesitating.
"They … My wife and daughter are indeed not in good health, Your Grace."
Duro's tone was a little soft. He rubbed the reins with his hands, and he spoke with great difficulty.
"I can't pay for my labor … Sometimes, I will think of ways … to earn some money with some merchants."
The Legendary Wing frowned.
Felicia, who was by the side, saw Duro's embarrassment. She could not hold it in anymore.
"Your Grace, we should deal with these things in the future, but the camp —"
But before she finished speaking, Frank, who had urged his horse to her side, pressed down on her shoulder.
The middle-aged knight shook his head at the puzzled Felicia.
As a bystander, Thales frowned slightly.
"Earn money? With information? "
Ricky snorted softly and looked at Stake.
"Your wife and daughter are not sick. They are just periodically poisoned by these assassins."
At this moment, Duro's expression finally changed drastically. He turned to Stake, who seemed to be unafraid of death.
"What?"
Ricky said sarcastically.
"You don't have to thank me, but this is the cause."
On the other side, Stake, who was subdued, laughed so hard that he bent over.
The Legendary Wing looked at Duro quietly.
"So, you are indeed selling information?"
Duro's face was livid. He looked around at his colleagues and was extremely flustered.
"It's just some unimportant information. You know, Blade Fangs Camp does not have a police station. The merchants are always worried about security and want to get some insider information —"
His colleague, Frank, sighed softly.
But Roman interrupted Duro.
"For example, this time, the so-called 'information' about the various armies gathering in Blade Fangs Camp, and the main regular army mobilizing on a large scale?"
Duro's words died in his throat.
"I —"
He was terrified, and the successive blows made him unable to react to them.
"But I don't know, Your Grace. I really don't know about those 'merchants' —"
The Legendary Wing still responded coldly.
By the side, Felicia could no longer continue watching.
"Your Grace," she said tentatively.
"We should, we should first rescue the camp —"
But Roman interrupted her without hesitation.
"The camp is always impregnable."
He stared at Duro, who was drenched in sweat. The coldness in his voice even infected the air.
"But my deputies may not always be the same."
These words caused Frank and Felicia, who were beside him, to shudder and fall silent at the same time.
Duro shuddered.
"Your Grace!"
Roman took a step forward and slowly approached Duro's steed.
"Your family member is seriously ill … Why didn't you come to me?"
Duro was clearly taller than Roman when he rode on the horse, but at that moment, he looked like a trembling mouse that saw a cat catching mice.
"I —"
In the next second, Thales only saw a flash of white light before his eyes, and it was followed by Duro's pained screams.
"Ah!"
The cavaliers in the first few rows cried out in surprise!
When the shocked Thales turned his gaze around, Duro had already landed on the ground.
The leader of the freaks did not die. He lay on the sand and panted in shock while he stared at the white spear in front of his chest.
The tip of the spear was only a few inches away from his throat.
"True, because you know," Roman said coldly.
"I don't care."
The Legendary Wing turned around, and the white spear returned to his back.
It was only then that Duro breathed a sigh of relief after surviving a disaster.
Just like the other cavaliers.
"Snake Shooter," Roman said loudly.
On the third sand dune, a cavalier was pushed by someone, and he hurriedly urged his horse forward. By the looks of it, he was a little flustered.
"Your Grace!"
Thales recognized him. He was another Psionic under Duro's command, and he had met him once in the desert.
The Legendary Wing looked up.
"From now on, you are the new leader of the freaks."
The cavalier known as Snake Shooter was stunned. He looked at Leader Duro, who was on the ground.
"Huh? But I — "
Frank grabbed his arm by the side to stop the panicked Snake Shooter from continuing to speak.
"As for you …"
"After today, you will retire." Roman looked at Duro, who was lying on the ground with a dazed expression.
"Go to Nikolay and solve the problem of money.
You have too much in common, ranging from stupidity to blindness. "
He snorted coldly and turned around, allowing Duro to be helped up by Snake Shooter and Felicia.
But in the next moment, the Legendary Wing walked towards Stake.
This instantly attracted many people's gazes.
Under Ricky's signal, Klein gently let go of Stake's arm.
"So, it's you."
Roman stared at Stake coldly.
"Eighteen years ago, you extended your hand to the camp, and now, you extend your hand to my army."
The Legendary Wing's voice was light and hollow, but there was a chill in it.
"You."
Stake froze for a moment, as if he was frightened by the other party's aura.
He then sighed.
"It's just work."
Stake lowered his head and coughed violently a few times. He looked very disheveled.
"Just like you, Your Grace, I only obey … orders from a higher authority."
Thales remembered something, and he frowned slightly.
"I do not obey orders, assassin," the Legendary Wing answered coldly.
"I only protect my property."
Roman walked forward slowly. As he spoke, his handsome facial features seemed to have turned into a sharp steel blade in an instant, and he stared at everyone who stared at him.
"And Blade Fangs Camp is my property.
No one can touch it. "
Roman stared at Stake intently.
"No one."
Stake stared at him in a daze, as if he was a little frightened by the baron at this moment.
"You don't need to be like this, Your Grace. I have already admitted defeat, and I will cooperate with you." Stake seemed to have lost his composure a little when he sensed the meaning behind the other party's words, but he still tried his best to save himself.
"All of this, including all the assassinations during the entire Bloody Year, was the handiwork of our master. His name is Teng. The Secret Intelligence Department definitely knows him.
And I can help you, help the Secret Intelligence Department, and help Constellation find him. "
Stake cast an indignant glance at Thales.
"He has a terrifying secret in his hands, including the mastermind of the Bloody Year.
It concerns the fate of all of Constellation. "
Frank and Felicia looked at each other. Even Zakriel pursed his lips tightly.
But this time, Stake made a miscalculation.
"But Blade Fangs Camp belongs to me."
The master of Blade Fangs Camp, the Legendary Wing, Roman Williams stared at Stake and said softly, "It belongs to me.
It only belongs to me. "
Thales watched this scene quietly.
Stake was anxious.
"Of course, and you protected it very well.
"Listen, I know who participated in this incident. The Northlanders, the Secret Room, and even other forces of power … I can bring you to them …
"I still have a lot of resources that can be used by my subordinates. You can treat me as —"
But in the next moment, the Legendary Wing moved!
A strange white light instantly flashed and turned into a long spear that went straight for Stake's heart!
* Rip! *
The sound of flesh being torn rose.
Thales tensed up.
In the next second, Stake lowered his head in a daze and saw endless blood gushing out of his chest.
'No.'
He did not understand.
The Legendary Wing continued speaking. He was cold, unwavering, and emotionless, as if he did not hear Stake's words.
"That's … mine."
He stared at Stake from above, as if he was looking at a powerless, struggling worm.
Stake seemed to finally understand his fate.
He lifted his gaze from the fatal wound on his chest and tried his best to squeeze out a final, broken smile. Then, it turned into a ferocious look.
"Phantom … Phantom Shadow shall never be destroyed, forever …"
But the white light flashed again, and it sliced through Stake's neck!
Stake's fierce last words came to an abrupt end.
"Those who want to take it from my hands …"
Roman held the severed head expressionlessly and let the spear in his right hand drip with blood.
"… you will have to pay the price."
Stake's headless body fell limp on the ground.
Thales widened his eyes as he watched this scene.
Shadow Shield's Stake, the person who once manipulated the situation in Dragon Clouds City and Blade Fangs Camp at night, died quietly in a corner of the desert just like that.
He did not even have time to finish his last words.
But in the next moment, Roman retracted the spear in his hand, turned it into a short spear, and stabbed it into the head's mouth!
His next action made Quick Rope cover his mouth in horror.
"I made a —"
Thales stared at Roman's actions in a daze. He leisurely and skillfully used the short spear to tear the flesh on the head back and forth.
'Cut?'
Everyone's expressions changed!
Amid the terrifying sound of friction, flesh and bone flew, and blood flowed.
Roman's movements were skillful, and his expression was indifferent.
It was as if he was cutting vegetables.
The people around him felt a chill in their hearts as they watched.
Fortunately, Roman did not like to talk much, or else Thales guessed that he would definitely hum a tune at that moment.
Soon, after a few seconds, only two bloody holes were left in Stake's eyes, which had died with everlasting regret. His lower jaw had also been separated from his head.
The head became even more hideous, and the blood continued to drip down.
It made Thales' skin crawl.
Roman put away the spear and turned the head in his hand left and right with great interest. That expression …
It was as if he was watching a …
Craft.
This thought made Thales feel disgusted.
Everyone's expressions were unpleasant. Only Frank coughed.
"Sir?"
The Legendary Wing then turned around and tossed half of Stake's head to Frank. The latter endured great disgust and caught it. He turned the bloody eye holes to the other side.
Roman's expression was indifferent. He did not show any emotion, but Thales felt that he was in a good mood at that moment.
He grabbed a handful of sand and rubbed the blood stains on his hands.
"Deal with it on the spot first, then burn it after the war."
'Burn it?'
Thales frowned.
"Chirusa Shattered Stone Chief's quality is not bad."
In the face of his subordinates' strange gazes, Roman shook his shoulders and tapped the ugly half of an orc's skull on his left shoulder.
"It's just that it's been more than ten years, and I'm a little tired of wearing it. I want to change it …"
The Legendary Wing pointed at the ferocious head that Frank had tied onto the horse and said softly,
He said softly, "Be gentle."
(End of Chapter)
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