. In the firelight, Thales stepped onto the stone stairs in the storage room, being carefully guarded by Clay and Josh.

There was an indescribable weird smell in the air, which made Thales frown repeatedly.

It is unbelievable that a few hours ago, he was escorted by the Sword of Disaster into the Prison of Bones, and a few hours later, he was still under the gaze of the Sword of Disaster and was forced to follow them out of here.

It is simply a different kind of song that has a beginning and an end, echoing from beginning to end.

Sackel, who was seriously injured, was supported by Cannon and Bree, and staggered to the left front of Thales. The tight security around them was even more exaggerated than that of Thales. Ricky, who was wearing a hood, walked behind them in person.

Beside you, never leaving.

Not far behind the prince, Tardin and the fast rope returned to their tied state, with a depressed look on their faces as they bore the vigilant glances of the people around them.

Barney Jr. and Belletti, who had wounded Ricky, were probably considered "dangerous persons." They were separated from the others, their hands were tied behind their backs, and they were put on weapons and monitored separately.

Thinking of this, the weak and tired Thales had to sigh.

After Sak'el fell weakly to the ground, they had to choose to see the facts clearly. They were tied up not only because of the peculiarity and weirdness of Ricky, but also because after experiencing many fierce battles and even the sensory torture of the alchemy ball, the royal guards

Everyone is at the end of their rope and unable to fight hard.

The secret stone staircase in the storage room took them to a new platform. Through the torches held by the Swords of Disaster outside, Thales vaguely saw a dozen figures waiting for them in front of the passage.

The moment he saw it clearly, Thales' pupils froze!

That is……

"It seems that you are the winner tonight, respected Crassus."

A fair man sitting on the ground, with a bruised nose and face and tied up, glanced at Thales and Sak'el, and looked at Ricky with a smile on his face.

"Wow."

It's a drill.

Thales looked at the Shadow Shield leader who was subdued on the ground in surprise.

He didn't run away.

Instead, he fell into the hands of the Sword of Disaster.

The drill turned to Thales, smiled weakly, and maintained his last leadership posture, "Look, Your Highness, if you had chosen to follow us...at least..."

The assassin leader shook his head and shrugged at the murderous Swords of Disaster around him.

He looked pityful, "Why don't you listen to my advice?"

Thales frowned and looked at him.

Ricky ignored Drill's words and looked at Samuel behind him.

Samir nodded, walked forward, held back the disgust on his face, and asked

"The people you left on the ground, when will they start taking action to draw the attention of the camp?"

Thales was slightly startled.

The captured driller was also stunned.

Draw attention?

His eyes rolled round.

"action?"

Diaozi seemed to have thought of something, and there was a certain look of satisfaction on his embarrassed face.

"I told you, look at what I look like now, do you think they will still act?"

Samir's face turned cold and he walked forward.

"I'm not Ricky, I'm not as polite as him..."

The driller smiled

"Very good... Then, you shouldn't mind. I would like to have a direct conversation with Crassus if you still want to escape from the Blade Fang camp with our help."

He looked past Samuel and went straight to Ricky.

Ricky said nothing, his face always covered under the hood.

However, the next second, Samir frowned fiercely and gave the drill a hard kick in the head!

The driller groaned in pain and fell to the ground, with blood flowing from his nose.

"Listen, assassin!"

Dazi was covered in cold sweat, gritted his teeth and endured the pain, and tried to struggle to get up, but Samir's boots kept pressing on his chest, obviously not wanting him to feel better.

"In our hands, you can still negotiate terms like this," Samir said coldly.

"But if you fall into the hands of the Kingdom of Stars with us..."

"Don't forget, the letter proving that you killed Hyman Bright Star is still with us."

As soon as the name was spoken, Sakel, Cannon, Bree, and Tardin, all the guards prisoners who heard it, were shocked.

They all raised their heads and looked at the drill.

The struggling drill froze.

Thales raised his eyebrows and thought of the letter in his arms.

Samir snorted coldly.

"So, do you want to come with us, or go to the Kingdom Secret Service as a guest?"

"Whether it's King Kessel or Black Prophet, they will definitely welcome you."

silence.

The Swords of Disaster all stared at their conversation coldly.

The driller gritted his teeth and gasped for a while on the ground.

Finally, the leader of the Shadow Shield snorted, sighed, and accepted his fate.

"In half an hour, the abnormality of the Bone Prison will be discovered."

"According to the plan we agreed upon but was broken by you now, my people will first burn down the munitions warehouse, and then assassinate a certain Western Wilderness noble who is extremely angry and resentful, creating unprecedented chaos in the entire camp."

Thales lowered his head and sighed.

The driller tilted his head, showing a cold and stern expression.

"I guarantee that the Western Wilderness nobles who have come from afar and are not accustomed to the acclimatization will be in a hurry and will only be able to figure it out after two hours."

Samir frowned.

"Can you do it?"

The driller snorted coldly with a look like "What do you know?"

"Williams, the most difficult person, is not in camp...so, yeah."

"We can do it."

Samir looked at Ricky.

The latter nodded under his hood.

Samir raised his legs and let the painfully panting Dozi sit up again.

"Very good, we will take action at that time."

However, the driller just breathed a sigh of relief and smiled again.

"But."

"There will be a little problem with our follow-up plan."

Samir, who was halfway turning around, turned around again with a hesitant look on his face

"What tricks do you want to play again?"

The drill boy shook his head quickly. Having understood the temper of the person in front of him, he had a submissive look on his face and said helplessly.

"You know, once my people join us outside, they find that I have been captured by mistake... Don't get me wrong, they won't fight you, but you have to know that Shadow Shield has the ability to survive by cutting off its tail.

'Tradition."

Survive by docking your tail...

Samir narrowed his eyes slightly.

I saw the driller turning his head sideways, wiping the nosebleed that flowed to his chin on his collar, and sighed helplessly.

"My men... they will directly cut off the escape route and leave without hesitation, leaving us in the chaotic camp to fend for ourselves."

The Swords of Disaster were silent for a while.

Samir raised his head

"Dropping? Even if you are their leader?"

The driller showed an embarrassed smile

"Because I am their leader."

Then……

He said with awe in his heart that the Longxiao City branch would have a new Shadow Leader.

Thales looked at the man with nosebleeds and scars on his face, and suddenly had a new understanding of the Shadow Shield.
To be continued...