God Emperor’s Angel of Death

"So what?"

Bachram asked back, his hand never left the gun in the midfielder.

"Ha!"

The older boy said, shaking his hand up.

"You are really bad, do you know?"

The boy lifted off his shirt, pointed to the long scar on his stomach, and then turned around. Show a few scars to the other person.

"Can you fight? Can you kill? Have you killed anyone? If you can't, the angels won't want you! I heard that they want to be strong The warrior, and I am the most desperate and able to fight in the gang."

He put down his clothes and looked at Bachram with mocking eyes.

"I can see your hand, you haven't even touched a knife."

Bachram blushed for a while.

"Nonsense! I killed people when I was ten years old! A group of robbers attacked our mine-there is a lot of salt, and it can be sold for a lot of money."

Realizing that he was starting to deviate from the topic, he controlled his mouth.

Why did he suddenly want to impress these two people so suddenly?

"Those robbers wearing cloaks are hard to hit, but once I hit them, he died! It hit the chest, and red's blood spilled all over the floor."

He did not mention the shame he felt for shooting people indiscriminately, although the robber was indeed killed by him.

"Really?"

The older boy tilted his head and said, squatting over the stone and leaning against Bachram.

At such a close distance, Bachram was choked by his foul breath.

Although he was in the lower tier of the nest, his grandfather had strict requirements for personal hygiene, and Bahram did the same.

"Then you are such a good guy, but to be fair, how do you plan to get to Greycliffe Town? How do you get over those sheer cliffs and precipitous rock faces?"

"What about you?"

Bachram asked, forgetting to hide his impatience.

He has left the area where he lives, and this foothill is too strange for him.

Even if he heard the trap in the boy's words and knew that the other party was going to laugh at him, he couldn't help but ask.

"I think he is going to go over."

The first boy smiled at the second.

"Yeah, go over."

The second boy smiled rudely and unpleasantly. He shook the head to the brown water.

"You can't walk through, the nest is Tsai, the wind on the cliff can tear your flesh off the bones, you have to have a baby to go up."

He patted what was on his back.

"A pair of climbing aids, if you want to get from here to Gray Cliff Town, you have to rely on this!"

"Yes, people in Gray Cliff Town use them all It's this thing."

The other boy smiled as he screwed the cap of the water bottle back into his backpack.

"You don’t know anything. You didn’t even prepare the climbing equipment, so you are not an excellent candidate. I really don’t know why you are going to participate in the screening. You are dying."

"I have walked this far."

Bachram spread his hands and said:

"I will be able to go."

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"Maybe we should kill him now."

The boy who was drinking water suddenly said with a sinister expression:

"Save when the time comes. Competition."

The attitude of the two boys changed. They looked at Bachram with a very compelling look.

Bahram's heart almost stopped.

This is what he was afraid of, so he grasped the pistol tighter.

They looked at each other and assessed each other's strength, but none of them acted rashly.

Suddenly, the first boy laughed, and his short companion also laughed.

"I really scared you. He really thought we were going to kill him, didn't he?"

Bachram looked at them and smiled, not daring at all relax.

He knows the rules of the nest, knowing that if he didn't appear so tough just now, they would definitely kill him.

More importantly, they should guess that there is a weapon hidden behind them.

He is very convinced that maybe they still want to kill him now, but they don't want to pay too much.

"My name is Haomo."

The older boy with black teeth and smelly mouth patted his chest and said:

"This The bald Little Fatty is Vayou."

Fayou gave him a trivial look, and then nodded, presumably to show his friendship.

"You talk very little."

"So?"

"At least tell us what your name is."

Haomo said helplessly.

"Bahram, Bahram Tate."

As soon as these words were spoken, the two boys began to laugh wildly again.

"Where is it funny?"

Bachram, feeling insulted, yelled.

"Bahram? Only children use this name! With this name, no one in the gang will value you."

"My name comes from family and glory, and The stuff in the ditch has nothing to do."

"You are such an interesting guy, huh?"

Haomo said with a smile.

"So you think that you are from the same nest, you are more noble than us?"

"No."

Bachram shook his head.

"This also has something to do with nobility and lowliness. I'm just explaining a fact."

Haomo's smile became stiff.

At this moment, Faru touched the friend around him.

"What do you think, do you want him to walk with us for a while?"

"Why? He doesn't even have a climbing device."

"Three The pair of eyes is stronger than the two pairs of eyes, that's why."

Haomo was shrugged and didn't want to say anything at all.

"You can walk with us to the climbing point under Gray Cliff Town."

Fayu said seriously:

"After that, you We have to go by ourselves, how about? We can take care of each other. Others may not be as friendly as we are. You know, many people want to be angels."

Bahram fell silent, he Thinking of this proposal in mind.

In a two-to-one situation, Bachram cannot guarantee that he will win.

If he accepts, they might kill him while he sleeps.

If he refuses, they will be able to follow him.

But they are obviously more familiar with the terrain here. If they really want to cooperate, they can take him to Gray Cliff Town faster, regardless of whether he has climbing equipment or not.

This is indeed very attractive.

Of course, he has another choice.

Now take out the gun and kill Hamo, and Baru doesn’t look like a brave guy. He might choose to run away, so he is not only safe, but he can also get a set. Climbing equipment.

But he can't do such a thing.

In the end, the main reason he agreed was because he had been alone for too long.

"Okay, that's it. If we work together, the chances of success may be greater."

They held each other's hand, but Fayu smiled.

"Anyway, I honestly say that a thin guy like you has a very low chance of success."

Haomo frowned, throwing at his friend's forehead A stone.

"Shut up, he is ours now, just like in the gang, we are now the brother."

He turned his head and looked towards Bahram, more Holds the opponent's hand tightly.

"brother."

Bahram was carefully nodded.

"Yes, brother."