Keyboard Immortal

A group of people hurriedly withdrew from the battlefield, and when they came to a forest, the sound of chasing and killing behind them disappeared.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, while Zu'an asked Sang Hong with some doubts: "Isn't the embroidered emissary able to act on behalf of the emperor? Just invite the imperial decree, all ghosts and snakes have been suppressed, why is there such a haste?" Escape?"

The last time in Mingyue City, the scene where the other party asked for the imperial decree is still fresh in my memory. The [-] elite red-robed army is not weaker than these rebels in terms of combat effectiveness.

Sang Hong replied: "After all, there are only a few people who have seen the embroidered clothes envoy make a move, let alone a continuous attack? In my opinion, they can't just ask the imperial decree if they want to. They will definitely have to pay a heavy price."

"In addition, the embroidered clothes envoys are for the emperor to share the worries. If they have to ask the emperor to take action in case of trouble, wouldn't it appear that they are at a disadvantage in handling affairs? So unless it is absolutely necessary, they will probably not ask the imperial decree."

Hearing his analysis, Zaun roughly understood what was going on. The imperial decree was equivalent to a nuclear weapon. It was mostly deterrent and could not be used for conventional warfare.

Huang Huihong snorted: "Master Sang, don't make random guesses."

At this moment, several long swords suddenly protruded from the ground, directly piercing the horse's stomach, and then stabbing at the embroidered emissary on the horse's back.

The timing of these people was very good. It happened that the embroidered clothes emissary had just let down his vigilance, and at the same time his attention was attracted by Sang Hong's words.

So the sudden killer caught them off guard. Although the embroidered messengers were well-trained and hurriedly jumped up from the horses to avoid them, two embroidered messengers were still a step slower, and they were stuck together with the horses by the sharp sword. .

Zaan gasped when he saw it, and subconsciously covered his butt, how painful it must be.

But those embroidered emissaries who jumped into the air to avoid it were also uncomfortable, because several black lights suddenly shot from mid-air.

Zuan narrowed his eyes, he was very familiar with this black light, it was this kind of black light that he was almost shot to death by an arrow in Jibei City last time.

Could it be the rebels who wanted to kill me?

Those embroidered emissaries in mid-air waved their Soul-Escaping Chains one after another trying to shoot down the flying feather arrows, but it was a pity that if the night elves didn't make a move, they would see blood if they did.

Their bows and arrows had been stored for a long time, and they were launched in mid-air while everyone was avoiding underground assassinations.

In this way, it happened to be the time when the old strength of many embroidered clothes messengers was old and the new strength was not yet born, so how could they avoid it.

There were bursts of screams, and immediately two more embroidered clothes emissaries had blood blooming on their chests, and they were shot to death on the spot by the bows and arrows of the sneak attack.

Although the other people escaped in embarrassment, they were all injured.

Huang Huihong hurriedly summoned her companions to her side, and leaned close to the prison car with a very ugly expression on her face.

You must know that there are only ten embroidered clothes envoys who came out this time. Two companions in the small town inn had died for no apparent reason. In this raid and assassination just now, a total of four people died in total. Now the remaining embroidered clothes envoys include him. Together, there are only four.

At this time, the enemy also slowly appeared. Several night elves flew out from the ground, and several others jumped down from the trees in the distance, and approached the prison car at the same time.

Zaun roughly counted, there are a total of eight night elves, five men and three women, all in black clothes, even their faces are covered with black veils, their eyes are somewhat different from human beings, the pupils are red.

Sang Hong on the side sighed: "The night elves are really good at assassination as in the legend. The killing round just now wiped out nearly half of the embroidered messengers in an instant. I'm afraid we will be in a bit of a difficult position today."

Although Huang Huihong's face was gloomy, she showed no expression of fear, but stared coldly at the approaching crowd: "Who ordered you to do this? Do you know that robbery is the fate of the Zhu Jiu Clan!"

"Nine Clans?" One of the night elves snorted coldly, "Our homeland has already been destroyed by your human race, so how can there be any Nine Clans?"

Seeing the hatred in the opponent's eyes, Huang Huihong knew that today would be difficult, so she roughly weighed the combat effectiveness of the two sides, and found that the opponent had the upper hand in terms of numbers and average cultivation.

He said in a deep voice: "You should be clear, we can act on behalf of the emperor, once the imperial edict is issued, you will also be wiped out."

Unless it was a last resort, he really didn't want to ask for the imperial decree, and the reason was similar to what Sang Hong analyzed before.

"Imperial decree?" The night elves laughed contemptuously, as if they didn't take it seriously at all.

Huang Huihong's heart skipped a beat, she always felt that something was not right today, so she no longer hesitated, and went directly to the east to bow down, with both hands respectfully placed in front of her body: "I am waiting for the road ahead to be blocked by the enemy, please the emperor!"

Zaan on the side was a little excited, and finally he could see the scene of the imperial edict's suppression again. He couldn't always be beaten by his own people, so let's see such a big killer bullying others.

Who knew that at this moment, an old voice suddenly came from the side: "Get up!"

Hearing this voice, Huang Huihong, who was kneeling on the ground to invite the saint, stood up involuntarily, and the ceremony of inviting the saint was naturally interrupted.

A few embroidered emissaries on the side stared at him in bewilderment, not understanding why he got up suddenly.

Huang Huihong was also puzzled, and subconsciously looked back in another direction.

At this time, an old man came slowly from the depths of the woods, holding a dragon-headed crutch in his hand, his body trembling as if he was about to fall down at any time.

It’s just that since old man Mi and Wei Wei passed away, Zu’an didn’t dare to underestimate these old men who looked like they would fall if the wind blows, each of them is more sinister than anyone else, most likely he deliberately put on this harmless appearance to paralyze psychological of the enemy.

At the same time, he took a strange look at his head. On both sides of his head and above his ears, there were a pair of horns, which were different from the horns of ordinary herbivores. His horns were not big, and looked more like A pair of decorations, but there is an inexplicable power.

At this time, Huang Huihong's face changed drastically, and he knelt down on the ground again, and began the holy ceremony, but this time, both his movements and speech speed were much faster than before.

If there was a bit of showing off just now, there is a kind of panic that is imminent.

At this time, the old man pointed at Huang Huihong with the dragon head stick in his hand: "Silence!"

Huang Huihong's voice disappeared immediately, and he was the only one who kept opening his mouth, but he couldn't make any sound.

"I'll go, what's going on?" Zaun was shocked.

Sang Hong on the side explained: "This old man should be a high-level dragon."

"Dragon?" Zaan took a look at the old man's thin body, but it didn't look like it. Did I never see a dragon?

He still remembers the red dragon in Longyin Mountain back then.

As if seeing his doubts, Sang Hong replied: "Ordinary dragons need to cultivate to a very high level to be able to transform, and there is a considerable risk, but high-level dragons don't have to, they can almost transform into Humanoid."

Zaan suddenly realized, and finally understood why the pair of horns on the old man's head looked so familiar.

At this time, Zheng Dan on the side also asked curiously: "Why did Commander Huang suddenly lose his voice?"

Sang Hong looked at the old dragon clan in the distance: "This is another innate ability of the high-level dragon clan, the dragon language spirit."

"Dragon language spirit?" Zu'an suddenly remembered that in school, Shang Liuyu had mentioned to him that the dragon clan has a secret art of speech language that makes other races envious.

Just need to say some simple words, it can be turned into reality, in a sense, it can be said that words follow the law.

Zu'an was very envious, shouldn't it be the keyboard man's patent to speak the law, when will I have this ability.

"I didn't expect the Dragon Clan to get involved, you're really proud of yourself." Sang Hong gave Zu'an a complicated look.

Zu'an also felt a little nervous, didn't he say that a good emperor is the strongest in the world, why now his subordinates are beaten by other forces and they can't find their way.

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Yesterday I had something to do and didn’t take a nap. At night, my mental state was not good. I wanted to rest on the table for a while but couldn’t fall asleep. I wanted to write but couldn’t write. I sat for a long time before I could write hundreds of words. Yes, I'm sorry, I'll make it up at three o'clock today