Chapter 30 Cooperation from Blood Dynasty

Author: Crowtopia

Chapter 30 Cooperation from Blood Dynasty

Wuming and Pachi stared at each other closely, their muscles relaxed, ready to explode at any time, like knights in a life-and-death duel.

Under the moonlight, Wuming's armor and Patch's bald head reflected the cold light, like a duel between swordsmen.

Now is the time to dump the blame.

Although Wuming also failed, and the impact may be greater, as long as he takes the lead in passing the blame, he will be in an invincible position and can condemn others as much as he wants on the moral high ground.

Wuming was the first to say:

"Why did you fail? Why did you come back so quickly? Did you fall asleep on the roadside and then come back?"

Patch glared:

"You look down on me, don't you? I travel all over the country, and I know all the shortcuts and portals. It's only through this that I can be so fast. I kept my word and even ran to the deepest part of Galid."

"Still not found?" Wuming asked.

Patch covered his bald head and looked up to the sky and sighed:

"I found it. I went to Galid and found that the armors of the Rotten Knights were soaked in the Ionian swamps."

"Then go get it." Wuming said.

"There is still the remaining power of the Valkyrie there. I'm afraid of being infected and poisoned. Besides, there are still Zunfu's remnants there." Patch said, "The armor in the swamp can't be fished out. Fortunately, there is another place - the Wailing Dunes.

, there are many corpses of Rotten Knights there, and they are very dry, so there is no need to worry about infection. And there is no one there except for the demigod Latan, so I thought maybe I could steal them."

"Then what?" Wuming asked.

Patch spread his hands: "Who would have thought that La Tarn's eyesight would be so good that he would spot me from a long way away. I was picking up corpses in the sand. When I looked up and looked into the distance, I saw Broken Star La Tarn. I ran away.

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"It's really useless." Wuming disliked Patch.

"That's Shattering Star Latarn, the strongest demigod." Patch rolled his eyes, "If you have the ability, go ahead."

Wuming sighed: "Oh, we really should change things. You go lie to Greg, and I'll go find the armor. It's too late to say anything now. Let's think about what to do."

"You failed too?" Patch asked.

Wuming coughed: "Grek's current understanding is that I am a liar."

"It's nice to tell me." Patch raised his middle finger.

Wuming said bitterly: "Damn it, I originally wanted to trick Greg into blaming the guard captain, but it's all Baizhi's fault."

Patch asked: "Then there is no chance of singing. Is there anything else you can do?"

"Kill Greg?" Wuming said.

"You're not saying that if you kill Greg, there will be no business."

Wuming covered his face: "Yeah...it really can't be done, I can only——"

"King, are you in trouble?"

Haida was supported by the immortal and walked over.

During this period of time when Wuming and Patch were away, Haida became the backbone of everyone. With her ability to transform runes, she captured the hearts of many immortals.

The strong Haida relied on her own skills to gain a firm foothold here.

Wuming then told her about the current predicament.

Haida said: "It's not difficult, there are many ways."

"Tell me?" Wuming sat upright and listened.

"For example, you can make things about Moren City public."

"Why make that public?"

Haida said: "The fact that Morn City was destroyed and occupied by hybrids has not spread to the outside world. Our people are still guarding the Sacrifice Bridge and blocking the news.

"When the news of the hybrids occupying Morn City reaches Greg's ears, he needs to deal with it."

Patch frowned: "Will this work? I don't think Greg will care about this matter, and he has no ability to control it."

"It doesn't matter whether he cares or not." Haida said, "We are the ones who know the suffering of Nimgofu best. We also know that the city lords and principalities everywhere are very dissatisfied with Greg. Once Greg shows his inability to govern, other

People in the local area will rise up."

She lightly covered her lips: "They will definitely rise up, I'm sure of this, just like the hybrids in Moren City."

Wuming and Pachi looked at each other.

Wuming said: "There will be a lot of blood."

"But the crusade against Greg is a matter of justice. King, you don't love justice the most." Haida said, "A proper sacrifice is worth it."

Wuming was reluctant: "Is there any other way?"

"Yes." Haida said, "King, you sent my soldiers to Stone City to work as merchants. As long as they spread the Bianhuo disease in the city, Greg will have no time to take care of him."

"Is Dianhuo disease serious?" Wuming asked.

"It's just that the eyes will ulcerate." Haida licked her lips, "But overripe grapes are delicious. They are sweet, soft, glutinous, thick and attractive. You must try them."

Haida seemed a little crazy.

It's not her fault. Without her subordinates around, she hasn't had grapes for a long time, and she does tend to go crazy.

Pachi looked at the excited Haida as if she were a ghost:

"Did she eat too much turtle neck meat, which is too supplementary?"

Wuming nodded in agreement, looking at Haida with a somewhat sad look:

"Um... Haida, have you ever heard of the theory of body fluids?"

Haida thought for a while:

"I think I've heard of it, but I don't know much about it."

Wuming held Haida's hand:

"Let's go, let's talk as we walk, I think you are a little too excited, which is not good for your health..."

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Under the light of the golden tree, Greg looked at the letter with gloomy eyes and some fear.

The content of the letter is very simple, the big tree guard is dead.

The big tree guard is an elite knight from the royal city who followed him from the royal city. It cannot be supplemented. His death can be said to have severely weakened Stonewell's high-end combat power.

The letter was also accompanied by an exquisite portrait, showing the image of the murderer.

It is nameless.

The letter was sent from the guard guarding the residence of Dashu, but the guard did not see it with his own eyes. He did not follow his master that day. The source of the news and the image of the murderer was someone else.

The letter stated that nearby herders witnessed the fighting.

Thinking of Neferi and Nameless, Greg's face was covered with a lingering haze.

Although these are two liars, they are powerful enough to threaten his safety.

Thinking of more and more faded people sneaking into the city, an uncontrollable fear grew in Greg's heart.

"I want to become stronger, I want to become stronger..." Greg muttered these words like a maniac.

The guard captain followed Greg and when he heard his murmur, he distanced himself in fear.

Greg looked around, and the soldiers around him looked at him, many of them subconsciously retreating.

When Greg saw the retreating soldiers, he became even more angry and stretched out his thick monster arm to arrest them.

Under the moonlight, a bright red arc flashed, and Greg's giant demon arm flew up, spilling a large amount of blood.

Severe pain swept from the severed limb back to his brain, and Greg twitched and screamed in pain.

The guards immediately drew their swords and pointed them at the attacking assassins.

This is a bright red assassin, with black iron armor covered with dragon scales, wearing a red cloak made of membrane wings, and holding a bright red double-headed sword that is longer than his body.

The blade of the double-headed sword was wrapped in mist-like blood, exuding an awe-inspiring aura.

The assassin did not run away, nor did he continue to attack. He just stood there and watched the screaming Greg indifferently.

When Greg saw the man's double-headed knife, he immediately shouted in pain:

"Don't even hit him!"

After calling out, Greg looked around and found that no soldiers dared to attack at all.

Greg was in unbearable pain and had no time to breathe. He stared at the double-headed knife:
To be continued...