Hail the King

This beautiful young woman, who was born in an ordinary civilian family, expressed surprise and calmness in her life and death. She even had a beautiful smile in her hand, holding a cold sword in her hand and gently said: "General Sutton, don't waste the time and energy of an empire master for an insignificant woman like me..."

"Mrs?" Sutton said: "But you are alone..."

The young woman shook her head slightly, and the soft facial contour drawn a calm arc: "My son, there is a master like Alexander, I have no regrets in this life. The warrior of the empire should not be insignificant to protect me." The woman fled, and lost the glory of the battle... You adults, please fight with confidence!"

After that, it was actually a cross-sword, and the blood splashed five steps.

A beautiful woman, fragrant and jade.

No one thought that she would be so staunch and would choose to do so.

This young woman, her life, has nothing to do with the vigorous deeds, very ordinary.

After death, not many people will remember her except their loved ones.

Even when she died, she did not know that her son, Luffy, had already sunk into the icy waves of the sea under the Byzantine port battles long ago, and the life and death were unknown.

This ordinary woman ended her life like a flower in the most touching way.

Because she knows that if she falls in the hands of the Barcelona people, any Zenit woman will be born to die.

Sutton stayed in the same place for a long while, only sighed softly, and a palm slammed a deep pit on the ground, buried the woman's body, turned and jumped on the back of the wolf beast, and shouted: "War!" It turned into a streamer and flew away to the most places in Barcelona in the far south gate.

More than 50 Wushengshan disciples were solemn and solemn, and the angry flames flashed in their eyes. They were all replaced with armor, and they were armed with long swords. They flashed their arrogance and flames. The star pill jumped from Wusheng Mountain and went to thousands. The direction is rushing away.

......

Emperor, a place is not a very conspicuous house.

An ordinary building in a quadrangle is only slightly larger than the surrounding courtyard.

Compared with the people in the surrounding courtyards, the courtyard was surprisingly calm. Under the shadow of the yard, there were more than a dozen warriors wearing dark black armor, with a hint of expression on their faces. Silk's vigilance, like a sculpture, is completely integrated into the shadows, watching the movements on all sides.

In this main house, there is only a dozen black warriors guarding the lights.

A very difficult-to-detect magical pattern, appearing in time, appears on the bluestone floor of the ground.

The magic array has been leading to a secret room about a hundred meters away from the ground.

It is extremely empty, and there is at least one football field size, with a variety of cabinets, cases, weapons and other dazzling and intricate items.

Of course, there are two or three hundred warriors and magicians with a solemn look and a weak breath.

It is also the thirteen warriors standing at the forefront, standing like a beggar, calm and calm, and not letting go, even above the strength of the month, can be regarded as a strong.

Opposite these people, one is only about twenty years old, his body is thin and thin, his face is handsome, his long blond hair is softly draped along his ears, and there is a young man who is strategizing and calm. Quietly read the last file in front of me and sighed softly.

This young boy is one of the masters of the information and intelligence organization (the Office of Letters and Calls), which is known as the pervasive information agency in the Northern Territory, [Juvenile] Modric.

This secret underground space is located at the headquarters of the Imperial Capital.

"Combined to open [ultra-distance transmission magic array], transport the files and dare here, all back to Chambord City, cold-blooded nine eagle, there are nine of you to implement this plan, no mistakes are allowed."

In the calm eyes of Modric, there is a kind of sultry power. His strength is not high, but the top ten strongmen in front of him are obedient.

"Follow, adults."

Nine eager-like moon-level powerhouses, with one knee and one knee, bowed and respectfully bowed, and turned around with more than a hundred warriors, and began to relocate the various items in the space.

"Keco, Woods, Burrent, there are three of you who are responsible for the implementation of the "dark thorn plan". Since the defeat of the emperor is inevitable, we must strive to plant a root thorn here, even Barcelona. People have occupied this place, and the [Petition and Visit Office] must also ensure that all the movements of the Imperial Capital can be returned to the city of Chambord in the first time."

Modric is talking to the other three seniors.

"Follow the orders, adults."

"[The Dark Spurs Plan] is extremely dangerous. The brothers who participate in this program, each of their loved ones, can get a thousand gold coins as a settlement fee. If you are unfortunate at the event... you can get a triple pension." Modridge said slowly.

"The adults are kind, thank you adults." The others slammed on the floor.

"Adults, the four walls have been broken, the Barcelona people have entered the Imperial Capital, do we have to organize forces to resist?" A senior man tried to propose.

"No need." Modridge waved his hand: "We are intelligence agencies, not combat troops. The lives of every member are very precious. The emperor's fall is irreparable. There is no need to waste our strength, let alone... not to mention……"

In the last sentence, Modricie paused and did not finish.

What he originally wanted to say is, let alone the [Petition Office] only need to be responsible for His Majesty Alexander, Zenit Royal... Everyone has a selfish heart, and Modric is no exception. I don’t know how much energy, material, manpower and financial resources the king has spent, and cannot suffer losses.

"Take action."

Under the command of Modric, the samurai and magicians in the underground space worked in an orderly manner.

Compared with the outside world, the face of everyone here, in addition to seriousness and concentration, does not see the slightest tension.

Modridge re-sit back to his seat and unfold a scroll in front of him. He looked at it with ease, his eyebrows were light and his eyes were contemplative, as if the sound of vibrations constantly coming from the ground had nothing to do with it. .

......

"Ya Xin, the promise of many days before this seat is still valid. If you want to vote, the ranks of Barcelona's top ten famous players will still have your place. Guardiola the Great has always appreciated you very much."

Barcelona half-heart Buss said slowly.

Surrounded by four enemies and half gods, Yassin’s emperor seems to have been defeated, and even getting out is a problem.

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