Chapter 1841: Chapter 1841: Negotiations Fell Apart
The people of the Black Pine League have no concept of the Empire.
They don’t even know what kind of person he is.
But Gerrit Harris knows.
He has been gathering information about the Undead Tribe.
Although he doesn’t have a clear understanding, he knows he is the leader of the Undead Tribe.
Currently, these members of the Undead Tribe are all targeting to rescue the Emperor.
On the surface, the current war is a legitimate battle for the position of the Saint Master of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance.
After all, one side is Cold Nelson, whose position isn’t quite legitimate, and the other side is the ousted former Saint Master.
But in actuality, the source of this war is to rescue the Emperor.
The Emperor is imprisoned under Demarco Mount, and to rescue him, they must defeat the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance!
Now, the man before him claims to be the Emperor’s first battle general, and Gerrit Harris naturally feels a bit worried.
Murphy Michael is already so formidable, so Sutton must be far superior to Murphy Michael?
The only one whose strength is unclear is Dorian Cook.
This woman came injured, and according to inquiries, Gerrit Harris learned she was injured by West Tower.
Thinking back to the battle on the wasteland with West Tower, Gerrit Harris felt even more uncertain.
What kind of monsters are they!
After years of seclusion, how has the world changed so much!
"Honestly, it was originally enough." Gerrit Harris turned around and sat back on the Taishi Chair, gently tapping the armrest with his fingers: "But now, I’m afraid it’s not enough."
"Oh? You know the Emperor? Know me?" Sutton became interested.
They were three meters apart, and no matter how strong the external forces, they couldn’t interfere with them.
Between masters, three meters is like an illusion.
Unless...
It’s separated by a formation.
"I know a little." Gerrit Harris nodded.
Sutton drank that cup of tea, and he wasn’t overly concerned.
Although the other party is very strong, Gerrit Harris, taking it easy, defends his title of Eight-Armed Gerrit, not something made up.
Being in the top three in formation under the heaven, if he is defeated while holding the Ten Palace Formation.
Then Gerrit Harris could go out and set up a stall to make money with fortune-telling.
Upon hearing this, Sutton was a bit surprised. "Since you know, dare to talk to me like this? Within three meters, I have no opponent."
"If you really are Sutton, maybe we can sit down and talk. If we really can’t agree, it’s not too late to fight." Gerrit Harris picked up the tea cup and leisurely took a sip of tea.
He was actually quite upset.
Lately, everything has been unexpected, and Gerrit Harris hasn’t enjoyed such a feeling of stability for a long time.
"What to talk about? Talk about sentiment? Or talk about national ideals? Or, listen to your lecture?"
Sutton smiled, holding the longsword with both arms, one foot on the chair under Dorian Cook’s butt. "If you’re willing to hand her over to me, I wouldn’t mind having a talk with you."
After speaking, he grabbed Dorian Cook’s hair.
Always charming and confident Dorian Cook, at the moment she faced Sutton’s gaze.
Her eyes were filled with panic!
Unease!
She wanted to escape.
But her hair was tightly held by Sutton, unable to turn her head.
"Wait!"
Gerrit Harris extended his hand, pointing at Dorian Cook: "This woman, temporarily cannot be given to you. If we agree, she will be yours, if not, then she cannot be given to you."
With a shrewd mind, he saw through the trick instantly.
These two, a man and a woman, definitely aren’t allies.
Since Dorian Cook claimed to serve under Demarco Mount, then Sutton... is probably associated with Han Caldwell’s group.
Why are the Emperor’s guards divided into two groups?
"What to discuss?" Sutton raised his head, without letting go.
He appeared cold, obviously having no sympathy for such traitors.
"Talk about cooperation." Gerrit Harris waved his hand, Hayden Marsh immediately fetched a chair, placing it behind Sutton.
"I prefer standing." Sutton did not sit, his gaze firmly fixed on Gerrit Harris, with a somewhat captivating aura: "If you want to talk, speak quickly."
"If I guessed correctly, you’re from Boulevard, correct?" Gerrit Harris picked up the teacup, leisurely drinking, eyes constantly observing, trying to read the answer on Sutton’s face.
"Straightforward!" Sutton seemed impatient: "I’m from Boulevard, this trip is mainly to cleanse our own ranks, and secondly to make you submit. As for the third, to conveniently eliminate West Tower."
The first two tasks were his mission for this trip.
The third one was Han Caldwell’s request.
As the visible commander of the Undead Tribe, Sutton could not entirely ignore his demands.
Killing one person was not a big deal.
The Undead Tribe had plenty of talent and martial artists willing to serve them.
Death, well, it’s just death.
It doesn’t affect the overall situation.
"Your intentions aren’t sincere negotiations?" Gerrit Harris, possessing the Ten Palace Formation, could not easily yield?
"Then what are we negotiating!"
Sutton swung his longsword horizontally, directly slashing down!
Clang!
The sword fell.
But it didn’t touch Gerrit Harris!
A powerful formation suddenly appeared, shattered by the sword blade instantly!
But in this brief delay, Gerrit Harris had already moved back several steps!
The short sword in his hand was directly thrust into the ground beneath his feet!
Boom!
A tremendous noise!
The pillars in the inner hall suddenly began to rotate.
The crimson paint on them peeled away, revealing sinister faces!
The pillars depicted a group of people holding various weapons, exuding an aura of authority without anger.
"Interesting." Sutton held his sword, looked around, and smiled slightly: "Eight-Armed Gerrit certainly lives up to his name. I suppose Dorian Cook was defeated by this formation of yours?"
He didn’t know Dorian Cook was severely injured by Julius Reed, only knew she had appeared.
But since this battle general of the Emperor appeared here, it indicated Gerrit Harris must have captured her.
Facing such a formation, Sutton was very cautious!
For thousands of years, he had never been careless or shown contempt for the enemy.
This time, there would be no exception either.
"It’s just the occasion to experience Mr. Harris’s prowess." Just as Sutton’s words fell, the weapon in one of the statue’s hands on the pillar suddenly emitted a white light!
Clang!
Sutton swung his sword across, forced back several steps!
Witnessing this, Gerrit Harris was a bit surprised.
Such a powerful formation, Sutton chose to withstand it, yet he wasn’t injured?
"I didn’t drink that cup of tea you offered."
Sutton flicked his sleeve, spilling the tea entirely, splashing onto the ground. "Indeed, Mr. Harris isn’t quite the gentleman."
Now, Gerrit Harris was a bit anxious.
But this Ten Palace Formation wasn’t for show either!
For caution, he took out nine daggers, directly thrusting them into the ground beneath his feet!
Ten pillars!
Simultaneously rotating!
Crack!
Another white light struck!
Sutton flashed in mid-air, his sword tip grazing the white light, twisting with the momentum!
Whoosh!
Sitting in the chair, Dorian Cook was struck solidly.
"Damn!"
The Emperor’s battle general rarely uttered a curse, severely contrasting her feminine image.
Sutton wouldn’t sit idly by, he directly charged toward a pillar!
Crack!
But just as he initiated the movement, a streak of lightning instantly attacked!
Forcing him to retreat!
"Sorry." Sutton retreated several steps, grabbing the chair with Dorian Cook on it, using it as a shield before him!