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Chapter 288 Arresting the Mandrill
Just imagine, on the eve of the merger of the two tribes, when the confrontation was serious, the emotions were agitated, and they exploded like a gunpowder keg, and the high priest of the Frost Mist tribe was assassinated, what would happen.

Even if this old man is obviously coming to the end of his life, as long as it is an abnormal death, the emotions of the Frost Mist will be detonated immediately, the failure of the merger is certain, and the two sides may even fight directly.

This is obviously contrary to the interests of the expeditionary army. Even if things fail, there must be no bloody conflicts. This is not good for the development progress and the image of the alliance.

Xu Ling can't let this happen, but before it actually happens, he can't arrest people based on speculation.

"We have to notify the people of the Frost Mist Tribe and ask them to step up their guard." Luo Zhixing suggested.

"It doesn't matter." Gao Fan said, "Originally, there are two strong men standing guard at the gate of the priest at any time, so it's not so easy to assassinate him."

"But the mandrill is the leader of their God's Chosen after all. You can see that he is so big, and his combat power is definitely not weak. If he directly rushes into the strong kill, he may not be able to stop him. I think we must strengthen our defenses." Luo Zhixing did not back down. .

Gao Fan argues: "He absolutely dare not, it is impossible for him to kill someone or get out of Nanhai Town, where there are so many masters sitting here."

He was right, many of the [-] god-chosen members of the Frostmist tribe can reach the level of Sylet, plus the garrison sent by the expeditionary army, only the major general, conservatively speaking, alone Picking two mandrills shouldn't be a problem.

But Xu Ling said, "No, have you ever thought about what if he never planned to leave Nanhai Town alive?"

"This……"

Gao Fan was at a loss for words for a while, "Can the people in the Immortal City have such a high level of consciousness that they will complete the task without fear of death?"

Xu Ling snorted softly: "If he was afraid of death, he would come to do this? Strictly speaking, these latent informants are not people from Immortal City at all. He must have concerns and relatives there. This kind of person Will you be afraid of death?"

Gao Fan had nothing to say: "Then what should we do?"

Ning Qingshuang was listening silently at the side, but at this moment a cold light flashed in his eyes: "Take him under control directly to avoid irreparable situations."

Xie Yilang agreed with this point of view.

"Do not."

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

……

呵, 呵, 呵——

Mandrill sharpens his knife in the residence where he lives. This two-inch wide knife has accompanied him in battle for many years. Back then, it belonged to another powerful Chosen One of the White Whip tribe. It is said that he used a large The overflowing magic crystal was exchanged from the immortal city.

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

Later, the tribe was destroyed by the impact of the Snow King, and the mandrill had the ability to escape alone, but he did not do so, because there were only a dozen or so children left in the whole tribe, they were the hope of the tribe, and he had to protect them .

However, he failed. The number of monsters brought by the beast tide was too large, and he was really unable to support himself.

At the moment of desperation, someone rescued them, and those people came from the Immortal City.

Until now, he can't tell whether this is a good thing or a bad thing.

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

呲——

After finishing No.20 eight times of polishing, he rubbed his thumb on the blade, and a tiny line of blood appeared on his fingertips.

At this time, the mandrill was not nervous. According to the instructions, he would assassinate the high priest of the Frost Mist tribe after the conflict between the two tribes started to ferment.

On the contrary, he still felt a little guilty.

Born in the snowy plain, he knew the value of a stable life, he envied the people here in Nanhai Town, and he didn't want anything to happen to the Kuanja tribe who had lived for ten years, but at the same time he couldn't let go of the children of the same tribe in Immortal City.

At this moment, he is just executing the instructions numbly, because his brain is no longer enough to judge right from wrong, so he simply follows the trend.

But he had some vague expectations, looking forward to someone coming to stop him, so that he would not have to suffer from the torment of his conscience.

Snapped.

The leather scabbard was buckled on the knife, and he walked out of the room with his old buddy who had been with him for more than ten years.

There is no sun today, and there are still snowflakes in the sky.

Mandrill came to the street and looked at the busy Nanhai Town. He sighed heavily, went to the street to eat something, and then walked towards the place that he had repeatedly checked a dozen times.

As an experienced fighter, he had rehearsed countless times in his mind what would happen after the forced entry.

He knew that after a while, the God's Chosen on guard would change shifts, and they didn't think that the priests would encounter safety problems in Nanhai Town, so they were not cautious, and often left a few minutes of vacancy, that is when he acts.

Sure enough, things went according to his prediction.

The mandrill swaggered into the dull priest's residence.

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

The person who took care of the daily life of the dull priest was pushed aside by him.

Bang.

The door of the bedroom was kicked open, and there was a recliner in the dark room, with its back facing the door, but a person could be seen lying on it, and the sound of heavy breathing echoed in the room.

The mandrill didn't hesitate, he had already done the psychological construction he needed to do, he calmly raised the knife, and slashed down as if he was cutting at a monster.

"sorry."

when--

It was not the old body that met the blade, but a long sword, and the dark room was illuminated by sparks for a moment.

The mandrill was shocked to find that the person in front of him was not an old and frail priest at all, but the young man from Xia who he had met at the tripartite meeting.

Xu Ling waited for the person he was waiting for.

There was a smile on the corner of his mouth, and he asked with interest: "Master, what do you do?

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

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

bang——

The nonsensical conversation between the two didn't affect the movements in their hands, and it was another duel with stronger strength. If it wasn't for the body guard of Jiu Xuan Jin, Xu Ling might fly out directly.

The 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 able to hold real power was because of his flexible thinking and sophisticated handling. He never thought that his combat power was so strong.

God's Chosen who doesn't know how to practice can't understand why someone can have such combat power in just a dozen or 20 years.

He didn't hesitate anymore, no matter how much he suffered before the shot, he had to run now.

He is not afraid of death, but he does not want to die.

Bang.

The burly body smashed the window frame, and the mandrill fell to the ground from the second floor with a bang, and was about to flee.

When I looked up, I found that the road was gone, and there was only a slender steel cable, and the abyss was under the cable.

Suddenly he felt a palpitation, twisted his waist, and stabbed a knife in the back suddenly.

Another string of sparks.

Xu Ling who was repelled frowned.

"It seems that a master with certain strength can feel my killing intent and counterattack even in the illusion."

If he used his hands and feet to bombard indiscriminately with throwing knives, he should be able to single-handedly kill the Chosen One with a power index above 6.0, but it is not necessary now because the major general of the garrison has already controlled the mandrill.

There were many people around, the speaker of the two tribes, Li Xian, and some high-level personnel from both sides.

Freed from the illusion, the mandrill saw the familiar person in despair, and finally realized that his every move had been discovered long ago. His face was full of bitterness, and he was speechless.

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

At this time, everyone in the Kuanja tribe had complex expressions, and the high priest was even more sad.

"You are actually from the Immortal City..."

The chosen leader of the Frost Mist tribe is a rough man, and he was in a very embarrassing mood at this time.

Before I was found to have two or five youngsters on my side, the other party did not lose face, but now everyone is the same, hey, don't say anything about anyone.

His thinking is so simple.

However, Li Xian and the major general had no interests involved. They just felt that it was not easy for Xu Ling to dare to think and act. The key is to do everything right.

Xu Ling himself didn't feel much. It was not surprising that he participated in the whole process, he just wanted to complete the task smoothly.

The mandrill was imprisoned for interrogation, but refused to say anything. In the end, Xu Ling knew the key and said to him: "Anyway, you are no longer able to succeed now. Whether you say it or not, it will not affect the Immortal City's treatment of you. family attitude."

"how do you know?!"

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

Xu Ling continued to persuade: "It's useless. In that city, how people will behave is not under your influence. Do you really think that people who have been lying on the snowy field for 100 years will show mercy?"

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

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

Mandrill was stunned by his words, he didn't even dare to think about this kind of future.

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

Thinking of the care of the old man in the past ten years, Mandrill's attitude finally loosened: "Well, I trust you, if you have any questions, just ask."

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

"Please say."

"What are you doing knocking on the widow's door in the middle of the night?"

(End of this chapter)