Below, Elden Juggernaut

Looking out from the top of the high tower, you can see the low-key and luxurious buildings, densely packed, as if spreading to the sky, but the towering city walls obscure the view.

The walls of the inner city are full of soldiers and knights, but looking carefully, nearly half of them are guarding the city, and they don't seem to be worried about any rebels coming to attack the city.

The Blessing King assisted the Faded, but he didn't fully trust the Faded, so the disorderly scene in Wulin Town could not be seen here. Only the heroes among the Faded could come in, and heroes were bound to be rare.

Any faded person entering the royal city must be double-authenticated by the Round Table Hall and the Blessing King. It can be said that in the triangular relationship between the Blessing King-the Church-the nobles, the Round Table Hall has no right to speak, they are just mercenaries of the Golden Tree's direct line.

The Sacred Tree Army and the Red Lions are still strong, and the faders are very important, but they don't seem to be that important.

A man was looking at the royal city from the window. His armor was very strange, covered with countless ears and eyes, and he was holding a silver scepter in his hand.

'Sir Baizhi' Gideon Offnell has been standing here for quite a long time, and over the years, he is also tired of looking at the solemn and rigid scenery outside the window.

As one of the founders of the Round Table Hall, he undoubtedly made great contributions in the pioneering period of the Faded Ones, and he is a well-deserved hero, but the eyes exposed through the gap in the helmet are full of worries and worries.

The round table hall has to take on the responsibility of leading, but this responsibility is not as simple as imagined. It is like surviving in the cracks and has to deal with the counterattack of various forces. It is not as good as the free faders in the wilderness.

"It's too early, the borderland is still prosperous, and the demigods are still not within our reach, and if we can't open the situation for a long time, we will be targeted by those treacherous villains."

Looking at the endless stream of people on the streets of Wangcheng in the spring, Gideon sighed silently. He was not as optimistic as the faded lower class. He had exhausted his energy just to deal with this group of nobles.

The old order is crumbling, but it has not come to an end after all. The knights are still loyal and brave, and the nobles are still wise.

But the faders are still digging the roots of the old order, and the conflict between the two sides is becoming more and more acute. Fortunately, with the gold medal of supreme will, no one dares to attack the faders on the bright side.

"Sir, you look tired." A slightly hoarse voice came, and a man in silver battle armor stepped up the steps. His gray helmet plume was like the nape of a white wolf.

Gideon turned his head and glanced at the other party. This is "White Wolf War Ghost" Bagram, who is also the founder of the round table hall, but his appeal is more intense. By.

"Of course I'm tired. The three dukes came to me last night, hoping that the faders would do some dirty work for them. You know, only the faders will not cause backlash from political opponents. Even if there is doubt, there is no evidence. "

Bagram, who had already stepped on the last step, paused and frowned, "So you agreed?"

"Well, they have a lot of influence in Wangcheng, so they shouldn't be easily offended."

"But it's no honor."

"Honor cannot guarantee survival, nor can it change strength." Gideon shook his head, his voice lowered, "You should know that the current survival of the Faded is based on the support of Lord Two Fingers, and we are not capable of dealing with the joint strangulation of the old order in the junction .”

The White Wolf War Ghost, who was originally full of anger, calmed down immediately, but now the faded ones are just pretending to be powerful. The silence of the demigods and nobles is not because they are afraid of the knives in their hands, but because they are scruples about the two fingers, the church and the supreme power behind them. will.

If they join forces, an elite army of [-] people can sweep all the faders, because no one is stupid enough to fight a regular army.

The white wolf war ghost looked out the window and sighed: "It was too early for me to wake up. Dementia is spreading, but it hasn't hurt the root cause. We faded people are also in discord. Some not only have not stepped forward to the throne, but also hunting brethren."

"This is normal. The faded one is a knife that gold nobles love to use, and those hidden ghosts and snakes will also bewitch you." Gideon didn't mean to be discouraged, he just reminded: "Don't forget, the two most terrifying forces Still intact, they are not something that faders can fight against."

The Holy Tree Army and the Red Lion are like two sharp swords hanging above their heads.

Bagram was silent for a while. He could kill ten Red Lion knights, but he couldn't deal with the charge of an entire Red Lion guard. After much deliberation, he could only say dully:

"Sometimes I wonder if Mr. Two Fingers has acted a little too hastily, waking us up before everything is ready. If it weren't for the candidate system you created, I'm afraid the hearts of the people would have been scattered."

Not enough finger witches made all the faded people very dissatisfied at the beginning. Everyone is the chosen one, so why should one favor the other, but Gideon was quick-witted and turned this dissatisfaction into a competitive motivation.

"It's just temporarily stabilized, and don't think too much about it. The Proverbs only say that the faded one should be the king of Elden, but it doesn't say that the faded one must sit on the throne." Sir Baizhi's voice was full of indifference and Vicissitudes, full of reason:

"Lord Two Fingers just wants to recast the dharma ring. He doesn't care who is the king and who is the sacrifice!"

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Chapter 150 Wait a second, I'll kill a few people

The reality is often very cruel. Just when the faded people at the lower level think that they are the chosen ones to act recklessly, and think that they have the support of Rodell and Two Fingers to be lawless, the high-level executives of the round table hall already know that this is not the case.

After several years of coming, Gideon and others have never seen the side of the "Blessing King", and Rodel and the church did not send any troops to help. On the contrary, these nobles became more and more daring, and began to seek to make the faded ones their own swords.

For these challenges, Gideon and the founders of the round table are not discouraged, but there are not many solutions.

The faded people didn't wake up together, and they didn't have a strict superior-subordinate structure. They will not become a well-organized legion now and in the future. This is why Gideon and others take the lead to lead hundreds of thousands of people, have a strong city and a large army. demigods.

Assassination?If it is so easy to use, there will be no decisive battle in Aiolia, and the competitors are not limited to the Red Lion and the Holy Tree Army, and the Kalia royal family also occupies nearly half of the Lienia region.

In fact, Gideon has already thought of a way, which is to procrastinate until the dementia spreads completely, so that the nobles, knights, and legions will fundamentally fall apart, and the old order will not be resolved with a single shot.

But just because the strength of the Red Lion and the Sacred Tree Army still existed, he did not dare to procrastinate, otherwise the first one out would definitely be the weakest.

"We have to speed up the integration and get the Faders together as quickly as possible."

"How to do it? We have been working hard." Bagram smiled wryly. They are heroes, not the king of the Faded, and there is only one king.

"I don't know, we need an opportunity, and I will also find a way to delay the time. The forces in the border area also have conflicts with each other. There is not only one way to collapse the old order."

When Bagram heard this, he immediately became serious, as if he knew what this old friend was secretly investigating.

"Be careful, if you offend the King of Blessing, we can't even stay with Rodel."

Gideon nodded silently, and a desire for the truth flashed in his eyes. At this moment, a vague figure emerged from the shadow of the corner. He had no footsteps, and he was obviously an extremely skilled assassin.

The two were also unprepared, just looking at the hand stretched out from the shadows, holding a letter in the palm.

Sir Baizhi took it lightly, without opening it, but said, "Enxia, ​​take Krepp and the others to do something to remove the head of Marquis Amuel."

"Yes, my lord."

The assassin left without a sound, while Baggram moved his lips, but in the end he didn't stop him, only turning his head to look at Sir Baizhi who opened the envelope.

"Tell me, what's the bad news recently."

"The Bloodfingers have acted again, hunting down the 'Holy Word' Richterfen."

"This group of bloody traitors!" The white wolf war ghost cursed. The faded people were disturbed by these bastards, not only hunting and killing their compatriots, but sometimes framing them.

For example, robbing the church, and the golden people don't know the difference between the factions among the faders, so of course they hate everyone.

"Bernar went to the volcano mansion again."

The second news was worse, so bad that Bagram, one of the strongest of the Faded, was a faction in its own right.

"He's going to betray the Golden Law?"

"I don't know." Gideon shook his head with a wry smile, and only replied, "He has a special status, and he didn't set up a round table, so we can't control it."

"But we can't just watch him become a traitor, there will be more powerful faders to follow!"

"Then let Crazy Tongue and Blood Word Knight go, if it doesn't work, kill him." Gideon's voice was very soft, he continued to look down, and suddenly let out a 'huh'.

Bagram still rarely saw Gideon's puzzled expression, so he hurriedly asked, "What's the matter?"

"There is a message from Ishutopon that a hero named Vik the Fearless has come out of Nimgof." Sir Baizhi shook the letter and smiled, "Guess how he became a hero?" ?”

"Speak directly, don't play tricks."

"You're such a boring person sometimes. He broke Greck's conspiracy and claimed that he captured the discolored and grafted his limbs. This is undoubtedly an unforgivable crime."

"Greek? Didn't the Lost Knights come to Rodel yesterday?" Bagram suddenly thought of something.

"Come here to complain and explain. This person wants to wash away his shame. How can he miss this opportunity to show off, but this is also an opportunity for us."

Arresting a faded person for limb grafting is definitely an added crime, but now there are only witnesses but no physical evidence. With Greck's character, he will probably use this as an excuse to become the first old force to oppose the faded person.

"You want to strike while the iron is hot and call on all faders to crusade against him??" Bagram regained his energy all of a sudden. This is indeed a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

The Faded Ones just lack an opponent that must be crusaded. If they can launch the siege of Stonewell, they can take this opportunity to really build an army.

And this battle must be won, otherwise the nobles who have already been conflicted will join in, and then we can only see whether the two fingers and the blessing king will protect them.

"wrong."

"Then what are you going to do?"

Gideon didn't answer right away, his voice was rational and ruthless: "Respond according to his reaction. If Grek loses his head and dares to declare war on all faders, we have reason and power to launch a counterattack. If he only wipes out the faders of Ningmgfu Otherwise, let’s pretend we don’t know.”

"Don't you know? You're going to betray your compatriots!" Bagram clenched his fists, his eyes were as fierce as a wolf's.

"No, I just want to use the sacrifice of a small number of people to seek the welfare of all faded people." Gideon didn't care about the hostility of his companions, but looked in the direction of the palace, "If faded people want to continue to grow, they need to show Your own value, but in the junction, there is nothing more valuable than obtaining a big rune!"

......

Melina realized she was wrong, and very wrong.

Apart from drinking a lot of wine, the man was just bragging, and even got into a fight with a few faders.

Looking at the wobbly man in front of him, his calm heart was also a little annoyed, so he couldn't help but quicken his pace to follow, and said coldly:

"Is this what you want me to see?"

Tang En shook his head, and replied vaguely as if he was drunk: "Well, how do you feel?"

Did you... do anything but brag? !

Melina recalled the scene just now. In the stinky dilapidated tavern, Tang En boasted that he didn't pay taxes, why he talked and laughed happily with the Valkyrie, and called Lataen brothers and sisters. It seemed that there was no fader in the borderland who was more powerful than him.

Please, before the fader wakes up, the two demigods will lose both. When the concept of the fader appeared, Marlenia was not born yet, so it can be said that even a single punctuation mark cannot be trusted.

The girl stopped talking sullenly, looked up at the sky, and found that it was almost midnight, and the wobbly man was heading into the woods.

Wulin Town is too small, but there is no hotel service. Anyway, people who fade will not get sick, so they simply set up tents in the forest. Looking around, there are tents of different colors, and the sound of snoring comes from all around.

These tents are also houses. The closer they are to the town, the more status the faded people have, and they occupy a small amount of open space. When you go outside, the people are much sparser, and the woods are dense, which is not suitable for long-term living.

Melina felt a little weird and couldn't help but ask, "What are you going to do?"

"Do business." Tang En pointed to the bonfire in front of him, "There is a fool who always likes to sacrifice himself for others, and he is too embarrassed to grab other people's territory, so he can only run to the outermost side. You wait and see the good show."

Melina looked around, only to see that there was no one on the bonfire, and she looked around again, and it turned out that there was a person by the bonfire.

The brown-haired girl was pressing on the young man's body, holding his chest with her hands, her right leg resting on the center of the young man's legs, and she was slowly lowering her head, while the young man was stiff all over and wanted to break free, but happened to press his hands on a pair of soft things.

"Hmm~~" The girl's face flushed immediately, and she made a weird voice, "Don't worry."

As she spoke, she bravely lowered her head.

"Is this the good show you said??" Melina turned her head quickly, perhaps because of the fire in the distance, her fair face was also a little red.

How the hell do I know that Aina directly went up to A.

Tang En spread out his hands with an innocent face. He is not a psychopath, so how could he come to peep at these things, but they are all here, so it doesn't hurt to have a look.

Of course, he watched it with a research mentality of a scholar, thinking that this Vic is really a template for the protagonist, who will not only want to fall in love with the Finger Witch, but even have a dragon lady!

Melina was obviously wrong, her face suddenly darkened, she was a little disappointed, and was about to dissipate as a spirit, but at this time, she heard the sound of hurried footsteps again.

"Someone?"

Tang En looked to the left one step ahead of her. The leaves covered the moonlight, and there was still a thick white mist. It could be said that he couldn't see his fingers. The swordsman who was almost blamed suddenly smiled.

"It really came."

The footsteps were approaching, but the sound was slight, a certain couple obviously couldn't hear the sound, the timing was very ingenious.

Melina was not an idiot either, she looked at the campfire again, it was obvious that these people were coming for Vic.

Am I wrong about him?But why does this man know?

"Do you really think that I can only brag in the tavern?" Tang En glanced at the other party, not even half drunk.

At his level, even a few words of mutual bragging can obtain information.

For example, when he was talking about how awesome he was, some faded people told him that some compatriots hunted and killed heroes faded, and they betrayed the golden rule and pledged their allegiance to a force called the 'Blood Dynasty'.

Tang En said that these were chickens and dogs, and they got into a fight in the end.

Zheng——

There was a slight friction sound when the long knife was pulled out, but the sound of footsteps had stopped. Obviously, the other party also noticed that there was someone beside the target.

Facing the somewhat bewildered Melina, Tang En just raised his knife.

"Wait a minute, I'll kill a few people and come back."

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Chapter 150 Tang En, How dare you scheme against me!

White mist lingered in the forest, and everything was silent. It seemed that the footsteps just now were just an illusion.

Melina stood quietly, apparently having come to her senses, and understood that Tang En had discovered some clues, and then quietly inquired about the information, and came here specially to wait for someone.

But why?

Tang En's thoughts were so meticulous that she didn't even notice it. She just looked at the men and women who entered the next stage by the campfire in the distance, and saw Tang En's back disappearing into the white mist. A little bit of anticipation.

Tang En walked silently in the forest. He didn't care about Melina's thoughts. The reason why he cared about this matter was because Vic was his hero, and secondly——