Crossing The Dragon: The King Sacrifices The Princess At The Beginning

Every time a luxurious carriage passed by, the players would throw identification skills like crazy. Soon they found Delna's carriage, but they still didn't act rashly.

The key to assassination is to kill with one blow from a distance.

The sniper has entered a specific location and is aiming at the entrance of the palace. As soon as Princess Derna gets out of the car, he will immediately open a hole in her forehead. Unfortunately, such an opportunity has never appeared.

The carriage rushed through the streets and entered the royal city in a blink of an eye. Within a few seconds, the shadow was no longer visible. It was moving at high speed, so it was impossible to snipe blindly through the carriage.

"Is it possible that I really want to send her to heaven with an RPG?"

Big Ivan was a little annoyed.

RPG is the most helpless choice.

The smoke left by the explosion and the movement of the RPG shells must have alerted the guards of the Royal City of Airland.

If some powerful people are provoked, such as the great sage from Airland... they will hardly be able to eat and walk around.

"Your high technology is not good enough."

At this time, a Chinese player smiled and said: "Assassinations still require us to fight in close combat, be quick, accurate, ruthless, and also concealed."

As he spoke, his figure disappeared in a flash and then reappeared. It was an ancient martial arts skill that could make him invisible for a short time.

"Perhaps we can combine high technology with ancient martial arts?"

Big Ivan touched his chin and rolled his eyes.

He has been coveting the ancient martial arts of the Celestial Dynasty for a long time, especially when he previously announced coquettishly that he would attack the Celestial Dynasty Fortress. However, he was killed five times by the Celestial God Squad that night. After that, he never mentioned this matter and immediately moved the beautiful fortress The defense system is stretched to the extreme.

"What, you want to learn our ancient martial arts? It's not that we don't teach it, it's that you don't have the conditions to learn it at all. The Rendu and Du meridians of our Chinese players' bodies are open, and the meridians throughout the body are unobstructed to form a perfect circuit. You simply can't. There is no such system.”

The Chinese players spread their hands proudly.

There were so many players spying on their ancient Chinese martial arts. That stupid player, Petrov, knelt in front of Li Chen's house for three days and finally learned the basics of Tai Chi. He couldn't learn the inner energy used in conjunction with Tai Chi.

"Well, what I mean is that I can give you the weapons to use."

"Free?" That day the player's eyes lit up.

"You're thinking about Mrs. Sam's dirty shoes! Buy them for me with invasion points! This Barrett Kai has 100,000 invasion points. It's a child's fault. Each bullet costs 500 invasion points."

"One hundred thousand! It's from Male Gobi! Why don't you, meow, go and rob it!"

"You're right, we just rob."

Big Ivan raised his lips and smiled, caressing the stylish Barrett Kai in his arms, and said cheerfully: "As you can see, this is a technology monopoly!"

Since there was no chance today, the players responsible for the assassination were ready to evacuate. However, they had just come down from the hiding spot when a well-dressed man who looked like a butler blocked their way.

"Good afternoon, gentlemen, my master would like to speak to you."

The old butler bowed gracefully and raised his hand to gently push the monocle on the bridge of his nose. The glass reflected an eerie cold light in the sunlight.

Big Ivan frowned and threw an identification technique over.

【Mysterious Butler】

[Strength: Golden Knight (Level 6)]

【grade:? ? ? 】

[Threat: Difficult to defeat]

[Evaluation: A butler with a bit of kindness and 99% vigilance, the existence behind him seems to be very interested in you]

mystery!

Another mystery!

A flash of light flashed in Da Iwan's eyes. He knew that he had encountered a hidden high-level NPC, which should be similar to the previous Relford. Relford also showed his identity as a golden knight after opening the information.

Do you want to kill the few Chinese players in the team with one shot?

This thought circulated in Big Ivan's mind for a moment and was quickly erased.

There is actually no point in doing this. Elite players are not short of teleportation fees. Killing them will only completely tear apart the fragile alliance. At that time, a series of tasks in Relford's place will easily go wrong.

Moreover, Chinese players are a force that cannot be ignored.

Especially reflected in the high-end combat effectiveness.

"Oh? May I ask who your master is? If you don't put your identity on the table when talking about business, it might not be a friendly attitude..."

"As long as you are willing to talk, you will naturally know the identity of the master."

The old butler's face was expressionless. It seemed that it didn't matter whether the people in front of him agreed or not. Since he had chosen to show up, he would have no choice but to kill them directly if they didn't agree. His right hand was gently placed on the hilt of the sword, and his whole aura was It began to gradually rise and gain momentum.

And in the eyes of the players.

The old butler's name has turned half yellow and half red, and the yellow part is still disappearing, which means that the butler's attitude is about to turn hostile.

This is a proper rhythm of keeping silent until an agreement cannot be reached.

The corner of Big Ivan's mouth twitched. The butler in front of him was obviously an NPC who could trigger many tasks. Of course he would not refuse.

It's just that after staying in this world for a long time, he learned the necessary reserve.

Sometimes agreeing too quickly can make others more wary.

"Well, we'd like to go talk to your master."

At the moment when the old housekeeper was about to become famous, Ivanka immediately agreed.

The butler of Duke Sea Lion breathed a sigh of relief. His strong hand was still on the hilt of the sword, but he no longer had the tense aura: "Then please come with me..."

The players followed the old housekeeper into a dark alley, walked around twists and turns for half an hour, and entered a hidden hotel.

There was a mixed crowd near the hotel.

Dirty, smelly, messy, these adjectives filled this dim neighborhood.

The crooked roads and so many nerve-wracking forks often make people who come here for the first time often lose their way, and then wake up naked from a coma in a dark alley the next day. If you are a girl, Then there is a high probability that you will wake up on a broken bed.

Barely clad prostitutes are standing there soliciting customers. Pedestrians will inevitably be hugged by these women a few times as they pass by. They will seduce customers with their sagging but plump busts. Obviously, these customers do not include players. Who knows? The rotten vegetable leaves may have stunk after being stepped on by so many people. Just thinking about it makes me shudder; a drunkard who had been stripped down to his pants fell asleep beside the smelly ditch, and a few wild cats were still there. Nostalgia for the smelly wine in the bottle; groups of beggars sitting in dark corners watching the passers-by, like a group of rats waiting for an opportunity; a down-and-out businessman hugging a slave girl kicked away the domestic garbage everywhere. This place is so ostentatious that beggars will swarm around it whenever it appears.

This is the most chaotic and backward place in the Royal City of Airland - South City.

The slave market and underground black market are nearby, and various arrogant and domineering mercenary groups are the main forces here.

A total of seven adventurer guilds are located on the main road with the most traffic.

Walking south along this broken gravel road, you can reach the southern gate of King Airland in about ten minutes. From there, you can see the majestic Somla Mountains when you go out.

Forests, wilderness, and mountains are all paradises for monsters and the burial ground of these adventurers and mercenaries.

South City is the place with the worst security in the Royal City of Airland, and of course it is also a good place to talk about things. There is no need to worry about the content of the conversation being leaked here, because as long as the door is closed, there may be people behind the surrounding walls, doors, and windows. There are a dozen pairs of prying ears.

Information cannot be hidden, but because of this, spies who make fortunes by providing intelligence are everywhere here, and everyone is secretive. In the chaos, the authenticity of the information is difficult to guarantee.

Those who really know how to do it will arrange soundproofing arrays and line-of-sight arrays here.

Then the negotiating parties sat on the table with a piece of white bread, a steak, and a glass of low-quality wine special to Nancheng. Then they unfolded a parchment roll to each other, took out a quill, dipped it in ink, and expressed their thoughts in writing.