Chapter 1834: Chapter 1834: An Acquaintance
Outside the Black Pine League.
The imperial guards and private armies of various families were mixed together, patrolling constantly.
Although Neolle Leocadia is a building, there are no towering walls around its perimeter.
Firstly, in front of a Grandmaster, city walls dozens of meters high are completely useless, serving only to waste money.
Secondly, with advanced modern weapons, two artillery shots could knock over the walls, and brick structures have lost their original meaning.
Building walls is completely ineffective.
True powerful defense is national strength!
Back in the day, the Tang Dynasty did not set up walls, yet remained prosperous.
The Black Pine League is the same.
There’s danger at Neolle Leocadia, which concerns the interests of the Black Pine League. Many families have brought their masters to the perimeter of Neolle Leocadia.
Patrol day and night.
In the darkness.
A figure appeared.
“Who is it!”
The Great Grandmaster of the Black Pine League shouted sternly: “Stop right there! One more step forward and you’ll be killed without mercy!”
In critical times, it’s better to mistakenly kill than to give the enemy an opportunity.
The conflicts between dynasties are like giant war machines, constantly crushing!
Countless people die in the rushing torrent.
“Take me to see your manager.” Dorian Cook dragged her weary body, step by step, towards the sentry post at the perimeter of Neolle Leocadia.
“Stop! If you go forward again, I will indeed kill you!” The Great Grandmaster in charge of guarding raised a long knife, heading straight towards Dorian Cook!
The king of the Black Pine League is missing, and there are enemies outside. Who knows whether this woman is a spy or not?
“Take me to see your manager, otherwise you can’t afford the consequences!” Dorian Cook stopped, her face extraordinarily painful.
Blade!
Nine blades, directly slicing across her body!
If she weren’t from the Undead Tribe, she would have been cold already.
The weapons are too sharp.
Underestimated the enemy.
Dorian Cook hadn’t even yet unleashed her full power for a showdown at the West Tower before being ambushed, nearly losing her life on the spot.
The cost of escape is also significant.
Those Samurai, they all died.
To cultivate such Samurai requires a lot of time.
They are Dorian Cook’s aces and unique skills.
“Cough.” Dorian Cook covered her chest with her hand, unable to help coughing.
Though the self-healing ability of the Undead Tribe is strong, in order to survive, she chose a very aggressive way to heal her wounds.
She could walk, though not be dismembered.
But the body has to endure immense pain, and vitality is greatly damaged.
Without three to five days, recovery is impossible.
“Where do you come from?” The captain of the guards approached Dorian Cook with a knife and circled around her.
In the dead of night, wearing a cheongsam, with a white face and red lips, she didn’t look like a good person.
Especially with this delicate sickly look, paired with a cold tone, she was a real enchantress!
“I told you, take me to see your manager. He knows for sure.” Dorian Cook didn’t want to waste words, she was hurt and needed to recuperate quickly.
If the pursuers came later, a fierce battle would be inevitable.
Thinking of the attack from the West Tower, Dorian Cook couldn’t help clenching her fist, secretly vowing revenge!
Such a powerful Great Grandmaster, who could have thought the West Tower would resort to underhanded tactics like those minor operations?
“Lady, those words are rather arrogant. If anyone could just see the kings whenever they wanted, how would the princes ever manage?” The Great Grandmaster spoke coldly: “I don’t want to kill you, leave quickly. If you linger, watch your head. Remember, I’m not a lecherous old man; dressing like this is useless.”
After saying this, the guard leader prepared to leave.
Such a pretty beauty, truly hard to kill, he couldn’t do it.
“I am a friend of your manager, you only need to mention the name Murphy Michael, and they will naturally let you come to receive me.” Dorian Cook finally compromised.
Simultaneously cursing Murphy Michael in her heart.
Can’t even explain such a small matter, useless fellow!
“Murphy Michael?” The Great Grandmaster guarding looked at his watch, somewhat hesitant: “Lady, it’s late now. I’m afraid the princes have already…”
“You just report, if he says he doesn’t know, directly kill me!” Dorian Cook walked briskly towards the sentry post: “I’m tired. Just go, I’ll be waiting here.”
Finishing, she barged into the sentry post, sat on the sofa, and closed her eyes slightly.
Pain!
Even the self-healing ability of the Undead Tribe is extremely strong, but repairing a body that’s been entirely dismembered nine times in a short period is impossible.
Dorian Cook expended enormous physical strength, activating her body’s potential, but could merely move.
Since the senses of the Undead Tribe are dozens of times stronger than ordinary people, the muscles not yet healed cause immense pain when walking!
To escape, Dorian Cook endured great agony, her body nearly collapsing.
“Alright, I’ll believe you this time!” The Great Grandmaster pointed to the guards beside him: “You keep an eye out here, be wary of anyone outside trying to ambush.”
After saying, he turned on all the spotlights!
Illuminating a mile ahead brightly.
Still uneasy, he called another Great Grandmaster to help guard, and only then did he personally head to Neolle Leocadia.
You can’t solve this by phone.
Inside Neolle Leocadia, lights were bright.
Hayden Marsh and Konrad Marsh had settled Hercules Marsh’s body, as they needed to protect the arm above, and repair the Formation, they had to set the spirit hall within the palace.
Gerrit Harris didn’t seem assured, after resting briefly, returned to the palace to personally oversee the repair of the Ten Halls Yama Formation.
The snake had already shattered.
Snake venom needs time to be expelled from the body, can’t be rushed.
Suddenly.
Gerrit Harris opened his eyes, looking at the two disciples in front of him: “Someone is coming.”
He had set up many Formations around the palace.
These Formations served a warning role, hard to detect.
Once touched by someone, Spiritual Power fluctuates, and Gerrit Harris can realize it.
Too many masters, he has to be extra cautious.
“Who?” Hayden Marsh lifted his sword pushing open the palace door.
He had arranged outside, there were a number of Great Grandmasters and a group of Grandmasters guarding.
The imperial guards kept patrolling, their numbers tripled.
Who could sneak in so quietly?
Yet when seeing the person outside the door, he couldn’t help but furrow his brow, it was a false alarm. “Tallulah Leocadia, what’s going on? Not guarding your position at such a late hour, why come to me?”
Tallulah Leocadia was one of their own, coming to the palace to report affairs naturally didn’t need notification.
“Your Highness, there’s a woman in a cheongsam outside shouting to see you, claiming as long as she mentions someone, if you don’t see her, then she could be killed.” Tallulah Leocadia reported honestly.
“What name?” Hayden Marsh backed up a few steps, watching cautiously.
These days, you even have to be wary of your own.
“Murphy Michael.” Tallulah Leocadia thought for a moment, confirmed it was the name.
“What Murphy Michael? I don’t know! Cut her down!” Hayden Marsh impatiently waved: “Go handle it!”
“Yes.” Tallulah Leocadia was somewhat enraged too, is this woman messing with them?
But just as he was about to turn in a murderous rage, he heard a shout behind him.
“Hold on!”
“Master.” Hayden Marsh turned back, surprised: “What’s the matter?”
“Murphy Michael, I know them.” Gerrit Harris thought for a moment, pointed at Tallulah Leocadia: “Bring that woman here. It’s likely the Ten Halls Yama Formation will need to be repaired again later.”