The Face Changing Warrior

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Chapter One Hundred and Thirty Five

Seeing the Lord Duke looked mad, he was shocked. I saw Lord Duke's facial expressions distorted, anger appeared in his eyes, and he stared at him with a hideous look, as if he was a great enemy. The fierce killing intent in his eyes made Qige feel cold in his heart.

"Master Duke...you..."

"What am I?" Roddy yelled: "What's the matter? That **** emperor dared to grab me...my sister!!" He almost blurted out the words "my woman", but fortunately even He changed his mouth, but the anger in his heart did not diminish at all.

When I said this, everyone in the room almost jumped out of their hearts - "Bastard Emperor"? ? Just kidding, what is this? It's a treason! Even if everyone thinks that the emperor is not a good thing, just think about it in your heart. How can you say it? What's more, there is a governor standing beside him, he is an outsider.

Zieg glanced at the governor subconsciously, but before he could see the governor’s expression clearly, Roddy’s eyes were red, and he grabbed Zieg’s collar and shouted: "You can tell me more clearly! Just say what you know. what!"

Zieg panicked. The man who had never frowned on the battlefield had never frowned. At this moment, he felt an inexplicable fear in his heart. He only felt that Lord Duke was really angry, and he had already started killing in his heart. meaning! If he accidentally answered, I'm afraid he could really kill himself.

The people around were also shocked, and the Governor-General Schell reluctantly smiled and said: "Your Excellency, this... if your sister can be married to the emperor by His Majesty the Emperor, that would be the honor of your family... You..."

Before he could finish speaking, Roddy went up and kicked him out of the door, then turned and stared at Zieg: "What's the daze! Say it!"

Zige shook his head. Seeing that the high-ranking governor was kicked out by the Duke, his brain became flexible and he opened his mouth and said, "My lord, this matter is the biggest news in the capital right now. And the news from inside the palace is probably not fake. I have been working day and night all the way, just want to report to you..." At the end, looking at Roddy with a cannibal expression, he said "good news". The word was finally not spoken.

After taking a breath, Zieg continued: "Your Majesty said at the beginning of this month that he was going to marry a concubine. Everyone thought that his Majesty was going to marry Miss Qiaoqiao..." At this point, he peeked at Luo. Di gave a glance and saw that the Duke's face was not unusual, and he said with confidence: "Your Majesty's admiration for Miss Qiaoqiao is known to many people in the Imperial Capital. But in the end, several old guys from the Royal Family opposed it, your Majesty. Several elders objected to your majesty marrying Miss Qiao Qiao. It is said that some of Miss Qiao Qiao’s usual manners make the old men of the royal family look uncomfortable, thinking that her usual behavior is not in line with the royal authority..."

"Then what does these things have to do with Nicole? How did it get to Nicole?" Roddy stared.

"Well..." Qige's face was a little weird: "My lord, you are a little bit unwise to ask... Your Majesty the Emperor marries a new imperial concubine, that's for sure... You know, your Majesty now It’s not young anymore, but the queen has not yet given birth to a prince...The crown of the empire is still vacant... So it is imperative to marry a concubine this time. Originally, your majesty meant to belong to Joe. Miss Qiao, Miss Qiao Qiao’s family status is enough to be worthy of the royal family, but firstly, those royal old people can’t understand Miss Qiao Qiao’s behavior, and secondly... Hey, I heard that the Emperor’s mother I was very anxious about this. I once pointed to your Majesty’s nose and cursed something, "There is already a hen who can't lay eggs in the house, should we get another hen who can't lay eggs from their house?"... Hey, this It’s not what Zig said. It’s just that we privately think that your sister is the best candidate for the imperial concubine. Miss Nicole is young, beautiful and smart, and she is the eldest daughter of the first family of the empire. The Tulip family is from generation to generation in the urban empire. Pillar, loyal courtier. No matter what conditions, Miss Nicole is the best candidate! And to put it in a psychological way...If Miss Nicole was born more than ten years earlier, it is estimated that the position of the queen is hers. ."

Roddy gritted his teeth, his expression even more terrifying: "What did you say!"

Qige looked blank: "My lord, why are you so hot...this...this is a good thing. The Tulip family has a princess, so...not bad..."

Roddy's eyes widened, and Zieg swallowed all the words back into his stomach. Roddy looked furious, his face flushed, and finally gritted his teeth and said: "Where is Nicole? How is she now?"

"Well, I don't know anymore. Before I came, I went to bid farewell to Miss, but I didn't see it. Miss Nicole is now closing the gate of the palace, not going out for a step, and no one is coming... There are so many people in the imperial capital these days. Hearing that the young lady from the Tulip family is about to be canonized as an imperial concubine, they all come to congratulate me."

Roddy shook his hand and let go of his grip on Zieg. He gritted his teeth and walked back and forth several times in the room.

Both Zieg and Rand looked weird, and felt that Lord Duke’s reaction was a little bit unclear: the emperor was going to marry his sister instead of stealing his wife and marrying his mother, so why bother to look so disgusting? ?

Tian Lie next to him was very happy. He waited patiently for them to finish talking, and rolled his eyes, and smiled: "Boy, how about it? It seems that the emperor is a funny guy. He wants to marry your sister. , I am embarrassed to burn his palace...hehe."

His phrase "marry your sister" was clearly just adding fuel to the fire, and it made Roddy angry and gave Tian Lie a fierce look. That day, Lie clearly knew that Roddy's Duke status was false, but saying this at this moment, wasn't he deliberately adding fuel to the fire?

After being silent for a while, Roddy finally forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart, and said solemnly: "Get ready, I want to return to the capital!"

Zieg and Rand were both stupid, and then they both tried to persuade them. As a general of the army, it would be a great sin to return to the imperial capital without your majesty's summoning! Zige even said in a hurry, "My lord, why bother to go back? When your majesty marries Miss Nicole, he will naturally call you back to the wedding...Ah!" Before he finished speaking, just watch. Roddy snatched up and drew out the sword from Zieg's waist, then slashed with force, stubbornly saying: "I have decided to go back! If you don't want to, just stay here! I'll go alone!" After throwing the sword on the ground, he strode back.

Tian Lie followed behind with a giggle, leaving only Zieg and Rand looking at each other.

At this time, Governor Schell finally ran in furiously from the outside. He was kicked out by Roddy, and he fell into disrepair. It was because of his fat and pain that he stood up for a long time, but he just saw that the Duke looked like he was about to kill and he didn't dare to come in. See Roddy go now. Then he broke in and yelled: "Duke Tulip! I am the governor canonized by His Majesty the Emperor! How dare you hit me? I will definitely sue you! I..."

Seeing Zieg's cold eyes at a glance, the Governor subconsciously closed his mouth. Zieg said coldly: "Your Excellency, if you want to deal with our Lord Duke, you'd better weigh your own weight first. Our Lord Duke casually slaughtered two garrison commanders in the northwest, and one of them was also a nobleman. In Xilin The province quells the rebellion and kills more empire officials... Is your lord’s neck harder than the scimitar samurai of the Otsuki Kingdom? Very good, very good, you might as well try it... Lord Duke is now full of fire Nowhere to post it!"

Ignoring the cold sweat of the governor, Zigla Rant strode back to chase Roddy.

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Daddy Allier can be regarded as the most famous person in the neighborhood. This is not because he opened a hotel within a radius of tens of miles-after all, this is quite remarkable. This is the main road of the empire, and there are many merchants from north to south, but there is a hotel like him nearby, so you can make money and you can wake up with a smile.

But Papa Allier is best known for his temper. The old guy is not young anymore, but his temperament is as violent as a fiery horse. When he is old, he rolls his sleeves and stares at his eyes, and even puts on a posture of pulling out a machete to find someone desperately.

A person like him, who is robbing him of business? It's definitely not possible to come horizontally. Who didn't know that Papa Allier was a cavalry of the Northwest Army when he was young, and it is said that he killed several people on the battlefield! The rusty scimitar he carried with him all day was said to have been snatched from the barbarians on the northwestern grassland. Overcast? It's even more impossible. Father Allier's son is now the captain of the garrison cavalry in a nearby town. Isn't he afraid that people will bring a team of cavalry to the door?

With these, Papa Allier can almost walk sideways nearby. No one dared to compete with him in the hotel he opened. But to be honest, although Daddy Allier is good, he does business very well, and guests from the north and the south seem to like to live with him. Drink two glasses of wine when you are okay. When the old man is drunk, he blushes and talks about the glorious history of **** those savages in the Northwest. At present, the empire is in decline, and people often like to be immersed in the glory of the past. Besides, those who walk outside like to hear the strange things the old man said. Although the old man looks scary, he is still very kind as long as he does not offend him.

That night, Dad was not drunk, sitting in the lobby of the hotel and drinking lazily. A pair of eyes kept patrolling outside. I don’t know how it was done recently. The hotel’s business seems to have bleaked a lot, and the stories I have said over and over are quite boring. Although the guests still listen to them with gusto, he himself knows that he is getting older and older. The memory is a little fuzzy. There are not many guests tonight, two and three are waiting for himself to tell the story, but he himself seems to be unable to bring up the spirit. After thinking about it, I'm still worried about that matter.

My son's local garrison is a good mix, and I recently heard that I will be promoted to captain. But the defensive commander was really too greedy. Although he didn't say it clearly, the meaning in his words was clearly asking for money. The old man opened a hotel, but he is not a wealthy family after all, but the **** leader actually hinted that he wanted a hundred gold coins—fuck, why didn't he grab it? A leader dare to be so greedy?

If in the Northwest Army, the old duke was the commander of the army, who would dare to do this? Are you afraid of being beheaded?

Thinking of this, the old man smiled bitterly. The current empire is getting worse and worse. I heard that the Northwest Army had suffered a big defeat, and more than half of the men and horses had been lost. In the end, if the little duke had not brought Thor's whip to the rescue, it is estimated that the Northwest would be finished.

Oh, the almighty **** bless the little duke! The Tulip family is the last support of the empire...

In my wild thoughts, there was a rapid sound of horseshoes, and the sound of horseshoes stopped outside the store. Dad can hear that those who ride horses are excellent riders only by listening! Isn't it? The hooves sounded so hurried, but when they stopped outside the store, they stopped. I couldn't hear the sound of people shouting horses. This requires excellent riding skills!

The people with his hands walked out of the shop and saw that a dozen strong men had all turned over and got off their horses. They handed the horses to the servants in the hotel, and a young man walked into the hotel with them.

The old man felt a little strange when he saw it.

From the way they walk, they all seem to be soldiers! This old man can't read it wrong! Soldiers walk differently from ordinary civilians! Although they all wore civilian clothes, they walked with their heads high and steady, and they looked like good soldiers with strict training! At least the faint murderous aura from the body is absolutely true! Among other things, the soldiers in the nearby garrison army do not have this kind of aura!

Dad is almost certain that these people are not only soldiers, but also soldiers who have seen blood on the battlefield!

More than a dozen people are full of wind and dust, and their complexions are a little tired, as if they have traveled a long way, but everyone's eyes are very determined!

These people must be soldiers! Just where is the team with such good qualities? The old man was a little confused.

This kind of spirit can almost catch up with the personal soldier of the most elite Duke when he was in the Northwest Army! Does the current empire still have such an elite army?

Hum...The old man smiled, remembering the last time he went to the imperial capital, and saw a few people from the Central Cavalry Corps on the imperial capital street. Are those people known as the strongest elite in the empire? Seeing them all look loose, if they were young, one could beat them three or five!

Doubts turned to doubts, the old man still cheered up to greet. He was born in the army, and he has a better impression of these guests who are obviously military-like. My irritable temper was taken up, and I worked hard.

It's just that these guests seem a little strange. No matter where they go, a dozen people seem to faintly guard the young man in the middle.

The young man looked pleasing to the eye, and he was also very strong. He seemed to be a good officer. It's just that the spirit doesn't seem very good, and his eyes are a little gloomy. That golden hair, at first glance, has the blood of a nobleman-is there such a person among the nobles now? Which of the young nobles that Dad has seen around here is not so obscure and mean?

I noticed that several young waitresses in the shop couldn't help but peek at the young officer. The old man couldn't help coughing twice, but he heard a harsh laugh: "Boy kid! Look, Those girls are watching you...haha."

The old man frowned...Well, this fat man looks like a "standard" nobleman, his brain full of straw.

More than a dozen people are eating in the hall, so it looks like they will stay in tonight.

When he saw them eating, the old man frowned. That young officer seems to have a big frame. He was eating with the fat man, and a dozen other people were standing by and watching. He didn't even dare to sit... Hey, an officer doesn't know how to empathize with his subordinates. It doesn't seem to be a good thing... It's a pity that Bai has a good skin.

It’s just that the old man’s surprise is that the dozens of people stood guarding, but there was no trace of dissatisfaction on their faces. Even the eyes of the young man in the middle occasionally swept over the real heart from the heart. Respect is without any adulteration!

The young man seemed to have some thoughts about the best roast lamb in his shop, but he ate a few hastily and then put down his knife and fork, then waved his hand and asked him to take him to the room. The people under his staff seemed to be cautious, not dare to say a word, as if they were afraid that they would make him angry if they said something wrong...Alas, the young man is a nobleman, what he wants and what he has to worry about. of? It is much better than civilians.

A strong man with the tallest figure accompanied the young man and the fat man upstairs to the room, and the remaining dozen people finally sat down to eat, and it seemed that they were also a lot easier at once. He started talking and laughing during the conversation.

It's just that they seem to be paying attention, and they just casually say something that is tiring on the way, or that the meat is good. Although the old man was curious and impatient, sitting not far away with his ears propped up, he couldn't hear anything that would satisfy his curiosity.

It was only occasionally when they heard what they said, "I have been on the road for three days and three nights in a row," these words made Dad want to laugh.

Horse riding for three days and three nights? It's impossible! Even the iron man is tired! When I was young, the cavalry of the Northwest Army was good enough, right? At most one day and one night will not work.

Besides, even the rush marches in the army have spare horses. These people will ride one horse for three days and three nights? The horse is no longer good. After rushing down a long way, the horse is tired and boasting, how can he fight?

Thinking of this, the old man laughed again. It seems that I have committed an old problem again. People are not fighting, so why should they appreciate horsepower? When the horse is tired, just stop and rest.

He glanced at these guys who were sitting together eating big mouths, and the old man pouted his mouth...heh, young people, he just likes to brag. Three days and nights? Do you regard you as the "Thunder God's Whip" back then?

Standing up and stretching his waist, he asked his subordinates to bring a bottle of wine. When the old man remembered his heroic posture in the pasture, he couldn't help but drink a few more glasses.

People are getting old and the amount of alcohol is not as good as before. After two consecutive bottles of wine went down, my face was hot and my mind was a little confused. Several guests nearby came over laughing and asking Dad to tell the story of the year.

The old man's brain was hot after drinking, on a whim, he couldn't help but opened his shirt, revealing the strong muscles of his chest and a deep scar. Speaking of his team back then, the story came about being ordered to surprise the barbarians in the steppe.

I talked about it for a while, and when I talked about it, I couldn't help but smash my hands, just like when I used a knife to slash those savages. The guests who were listening to the story around him craned their necks. Occasionally the daddy's spit sprayed on someone's face, and he didn't care at all. When he heard the rise, he shouted in praise.

The old man was also dizzy for a while, and the more he said it, the more exaggerated he was. In the end, he exaggerated the heroic deeds of the year by ten times, and his bravery was exaggerated twenty times.

He was saying, "I cut the barbarian's shield open with a single knife, then cut off his head and lifted his foot away..." When he was talking about his joy, he suddenly heard a "puff" laugh. There was a bit of mockery in the laughter.

The old man was stunned for a moment, and after looking at the laughter, he saw that it was one of the dozen guys. The dozen or so people watched themselves bragging with interest while eating, and the laugh just now was one of them.

Daddy these are a little angry. After telling stories for so many years, who dares to express any doubt about his heroic deeds? Humph, the guy from the local public security station back then didn't dare to provoke him again because he didn't believe in himself. These guys...huh, young people know a bird! When I was in the northwest, you were still drinking!

"Hey! That kid! What are you laughing at? Isn't it the laugh that Laozi said is wrong?" The old man yelled through the wine.

The young soldier who just laughed shook his head: "Boss, I believe everything you say, but you said that if you split their shields, something is wrong... It seems that the scimitar warriors of the Great Moon Kingdom don’t use shields. ."

The old man blushed, and he was suddenly speechless, but with so many eyes looking at him, how could he show his timidity at this moment? Bite the scalp and said: "What do you know? Those barbarians usually don't use shields, and those who use shields are high-level cavalry! They are all high-level warriors!"

The guy shook his head again and said: "This is even more wrong. The high-ranking warriors of the Great Moon Kingdom are all cavalry captains. Those barbarians are naturally brave and never like to use shields. They don't even like to wear armor, in order to show off their bravery. , Often charging in a leather jacket, armor and shield, will be mocked as a coward."

The old man became angry: "You said I only deserve to kill cowards! What do you know! Have you been to the Northwest? Have you seen those barbarians? I belonged to the Northwest Legion! The barbarians killed seventeen. Eight!"

"Seventeen or eight!" The man's expression was a little strange, and he immediately exclaimed, "Then your military merit is not low! According to the rules of the Northwest Army, those who kill five will be rewarded with fifty gold coins, and those who kill ten will be rewarded by one. Hundreds of gold coins can be promoted to squad leader, killing seventeen or eight, then you can already be a personal soldier of the corps leader!"

These words were full of respect, but it seemed to be sarcasm in the old man's ears, and the taste was completely different, as if the other party was mocking himself. He knew in his heart that his military record did not kill two barbarians. In fact, there was another barbarian head he cut off the battlefield.

The old man gaped his tongue, and finally said fiercely: "You young guy, know what a fart! You think anyone can be a soldier of the legionnaire!"

"Then you must be a squad leader!" the guy asked without knowing it.

The old man couldn't hold his face anymore. The people around him knew his details. They all knew that he was just a cavalry back then, not a captain. Now even if I want to blow it, I can’t blow it out.

The old man stood up and shouted: "Little **** knows what a fart! Your grandpa is talking about things back then, you know a bird! When I was riding a horse in the northwest, you hadn't been born yet!" After that, he pulled out his rusty scimitar and shouted, "Have you seen this thing? Tell you! This is snatched from the barbarian! The best scimitar on the prairie!"

When the other guests next to them watched these dozen or so people come in, many people had already cast their curious eyes. I think these are a little weird. Now that they were arguing with the old man, they were all clamoring, watching this new thing happily on the side-people who are out of the house have a very heavy mentality in their hearts.

His first two sentences are already a bit hurtful. The young man showed anger on his face and was about to refute. The person next to him who seemed to be their leader suddenly darkened his face and said in a low voice: "Shut up! You forgot the command of the lord? Not many mouths!" The boss was only a few years older than the others. At this moment, his face became serious, and the speaker immediately lowered his head and closed his mouth.

The boss stood up and said loudly, "Boss, my brother drank some wine and said some nonsense. Don't mind." After speaking, he whispered: "Go up to me when you are done!"

A dozen people put down their knives and forks at the same time, stood up together, turned and walked toward the stairs.

It's just that the young man still has a bit of unevenness on his face. When he walked in front of the old man, he deliberately moved a little bit louder and inadvertently lifted his coat. The old man stared and stayed...under the coat, It was a scimitar that was hanging, and the scabbard had clear lines on the scabbard, and there was a wolf head at the end of the handle!

Watching these people strode upstairs, the old man's heart went out of breath.

He has been in the northwest for so many years, and he naturally knows what the scimitar with a wolf head means!

The old duke saw that the barbarian’s machete was so powerful that he created a new army. Everyone in that army had a machete. The handle of the machete was carved with wolf heads, known as the Spike Army!

At that time, the Spike Army were all warriors selected from the Northwest Army! It can be said that the 20,000 people of the entire Spike Army are the most elite cavalry regiment in the Northwest Army! The soldiers of the entire Northwest Army regard being able to enter the Spike Army as the highest honor!

Only later the old duke was transferred from the Northwest Legion to the commander of the "Thunder God's Whip", and the wolffang army was also transferred to the Central Cavalry Corps following the old duke.

In other words... these young people are soldiers of the Spike Army... are the real "Thunder God's Whip"!

The old man was immediately downcast... Hell, he actually brags about his military merits in front of the most elite soldiers in the empire. The young officer I just met was probably a high-ranking nobleman, maybe it was the commander of the current little duke!

This kind of person, I can't even see it!

With a sulky stomach, the old man's story is no longer told, and he stopped drinking. Dispersed everyone, went outside to breathe.

Unknowingly, he walked to the stables and looked at the dozens of strong and sturdy horses in the stables. The old man was a cavalry, and he was naturally a horseman. You can tell at a glance that these horses are really good horses. Don't say that my son's place is in the garrison cavalry. Even in the Northwest Army, there are not many such good horses!

Moreover, it is well known that the current imperial army officers lose air expenses, and most of the horses used by the cavalry are inferior. The prices of good horses and bad horses are quite different, and the price difference is naturally put in the pockets of those greedy officers.

The old man couldn't help but walked up and gently stroked the horse's head...I haven't seen such a good horse in how many years!

I was in a trance, suddenly I felt a pain behind my back, as if I was being held up by something sharp, and then a business sounded in the back of my head: "Don't move!"

The old man immediately tightened his muscles. With experience, he could feel that the opponent was using a sword.

The voice sounded a little vague. Although the other party tried to cover it up, the old man who had lived for several decades still heard that the other party was a woman.

"Are you the owner of this hotel? I ask you, what are you doing here to see these horses? What do you want to do?"

Suddenly, the old man twisted his body and took a step away from the other side's sword, then turned around to grab the other side.

The man behind him sneered coldly. As soon as he turned around, he felt pain in his ribs, and then he was paralyzed, his body was stiff, and he couldn't move.

I can't see anyone in front of me, let alone grabbing the other person, I can't even see the corner of the other person's clothes.

A sneer came from behind, that person was still behind him!

"Be honest. You'd better tell me honestly, what on earth do you want to do?" Although his back was facing the other person, the old man suddenly felt the pain of being stabbed by the chill. That kind of killing intent was so cold that the old man felt chills in his heart.

The old man gritted his teeth: "I didn't want to do anything, just want to see these horses! I used to be a soldier, and when I saw these people look like those in the army, I became curious and came out to see their horses! I was The one who runs the hotel is not the one who runs a black shop!

There was silence behind him for a while, and then the voice slowly said: "Very well, I believe you." Suddenly he heard a "ding", two gold coins flew out from behind and fell on the ground in front of the old man.

"These two gold coins are here for you. Feed these horses with the best fodder. Tomorrow they will be on their way!" After saying this, there was no sound behind him.

The old man suddenly felt his body loose, and the murderous intent that made him stiff had disappeared. When he turned around and looked at him, where was there any figure behind him?

He was full of cold sweat, and when the cold wind blew, he felt his body weak. He looked at the shiny gold coins on the ground and bent down to pick them up. Seeing the heavy gold coins in his hand, he was also a little confused.

Suddenly seeing a long shadow printed on the ground by the moonlight from the sky, the old man was startled, and couldn't help but look up and saw a person standing on the roof of the stable.

The man stood under a bright moon, his face hidden in the shadows and he couldn't see clearly. He was dressed in gray with a long, strangely shaped bow behind his back.

The old man was shocked and couldn't help but want to shout.

The man suddenly stretched out a finger, pointed to his mouth, and then shook his head.

After all, Dad was a person who had been on the battlefield, so he calmed down immediately. Just watching this man standing on the top of the horse shed, looking at the corners of his clothes fluttering in the dark, it feels a little ghostly.

The man pointed to the stable under the old man, then pointed to the gold coin in his hand and made a gesture.

Dad's eyes lit up, and he recognized that this gesture was used in the army, meaning "feed the horse", "tomorrow morning", and "walk fast"!

He only froze for a moment, and the figure disappeared with a flower in front of him...

Tonight is really hell...This is the only thought in my father's mind at the moment.

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