He rejected Drillzi's words, leaving the latter stunned for a while.

"When you came in, we hated your face with upturned nostrils, hated the timing of your appearance here, hated your self-righteous words, and even more hated the blood debt you left behind."

Ricky said coldly: "And we are not interested in your so-called suggestions or secrets that are pretending to be mysterious."

The drill boy's expression suddenly stiffened.

"A bastard living in darkness and rot, a fly chasing chaos and corpse odor," Ricky said without any positive emotion while looking at the frozen drill.

"Now, do you understand our attitude?"

Diaozi clenched his fists, his face full of disbelief.

"Why are you still wasting time here?" The masked man at the same table sighed and knocked on the table: "We have a full schedule today."

Northland swordsman Clay snorted coldly.

Following his snort, almost all the mercenaries in the tavern grasped their weapons with cold expressions, and many even took a step forward.

Facing the aggressive mercenaries, Zhuozi was stunned, and he subconsciously looked around.

Clay said coldly: "Don't look elsewhere, Brother, I promise you: once something happens, your companions squatting outside can't do anything until your head falls to the ground."

As a bystander, Thales silently pulled his head back a little, while the fast rope continued to stare at the drill.

The tavern was completely quiet, but no one felt that the atmosphere at this moment was very comfortable.

The driller looked around and frowned.

Damn it.

These brainless musclemen.

But he can't fall out.

cannot.

He still needs them.

These damn people...

"If you kill me here, the Star People will immediately know your plot here..."

The driller lowered his head with a serious expression: "Your plan will not succeed."

Ricky sighed.

"It seems he didn't understand."

The next second, a sword light flashed suddenly!

At a speed beyond what Thales could see with the naked eye, he instantly shot out of Clay's hand.

Thales, who was paying attention to the conversation, was caught off guard and his eyebrows jumped!

But fortunately, the sword was not coming towards him.

A sudden flash of sword light stopped in front of Drill's neck.

A second later, the driller reacted and couldn't help but take a step back, his face turned pale!

"Whoosh!"

The sword wind had just blown by at this moment.

Clay was seen holding a strange long sword with a blood groove and a hollow blade. The blade stopped quietly in front of the drill.

The mercenaries seemed to be used to it, so they didn't take it seriously and laughed one after another.

The son's breathing was up and down, but he forced himself to be calm and said: "Do you really want to do this?"

Clay held up a long sword with a strange style and shook his head slightly: "This is the 'dark light', when it rips open your blood vessels..."

As he spoke, his long sword moved forward slightly and touched the opponent's neck.

Zhuozi's pupils shrank instantly.

Damn it!

"alright, I got it!"

He raised his hands in an instant, gasped for breath, and finally made Clay stop his long sword: "Dear Crassus, and everyone."

"Whether you want to listen to my advice or not is your choice..."

"And I am willing... I am willing to answer all your questions."

The posture is humble and the tone is respectful.

The three leading mercenaries looked at each other.

"Very good," Ricky raised the corners of his mouth:

"Compared with the nonsense at the beginning...you finally started talking humanly."

The drill took a breath and re-examined the "Crasus" in front of him amid unwillingness and uneasiness.

Clay then snorted coldly and put away his long sword that was too fast to see clearly.

Ricky said calmly: "Tell me, how did you target us?"

After a few seconds, the driller sighed as if resigned to his fate:

"Tower of the End."

At this moment, Thales saw: Many mercenaries couldn't help but clenched their fists or weapons, and their breathing became rapid.

Clay and the masked swordsman frowned at each other.

Only their leader, Ricky's expression remained unchanged.

"Yes, I know," the driller touched his neck and gritted his teeth: "We have eyes and ears there."

Ricky continued: "What did you hear?"

"Not long ago, the Tower of the End was raided one night."

The driller carefully looked around at the mercenaries around him, observing their expressions.

"The opponent's origin is unknown, powerful, and numerous. The defense lines and warnings were broken through layer by layer. It was not until the invaders broke into the House of Heritage," Zhuozi said in a story-telling tone, "that they were repulsed.

."

"According to our people, some 'supernatural' and unusual forces appeared during the invasion."

Thales' eyebrows jumped.

etc.

Not long ago.

Tower of the End.

Was raided...

Supernatural…

The Star Prince blinked and recalled a "lesson" from long ago in horror.

At that time, what the guy who was about to leave said to him was...

No way?

Is it what I think?

"This is a rare vicious event in the history of the Tower of Ending. Even if the Gray Sword Guards keep strict secrets internally, it will be difficult for them to cover up all the eight major factions. All the eight factions suffered heavy casualties. Even the 'Red King' army of the stars two hundred years ago pressed into the territory.

The siege of Blade Valley is not that exaggerated."

Zhuo Zi sneered and looked at the dozens of mercenaries: "You did it, right? At least you participated in it? You cooperate with the Blood Bottle Gang, and they have many supernatural warriors absorbed from the Western Wilderness..."

There was a commotion among the mercenaries around.

Blood Bottle Gang.

Thales secretly covered his head in his mind, feeling that his guess was getting closer and closer to the truth.

Clay shook his head: "It has nothing to do with you."

"You later fled into the desert and returned to the Saber Fang camp. One of our spies in the desert recognized you while hiding in the blood whistle."

The driller continued:

"But the Blade Tooth Camp is about to send troops to the desert. After the blockade order was issued, there was obviously no business, but your mercenary group did not disperse. Instead, they continued to recruit people from all over the place. So I think: no matter what you encounter in the Tower of the End

, you are not going to give up just yet."

"That's why I sent someone to leave you a message: I'm here tonight."

The masked man sneered disdainfully.

Ricky and Clay remained silent.

"Listen, I don't care about your grudges with the Terminator Tower. Anyway, you two have been fighting for more than a hundred years." Seeing this, the driller rolled his eyes and continued: "I don't care what you are doing.
To be continued...