Chapter 74: The Power of Dismounting

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  Lionel Grugruk, Scarface Nors and the somewhat mysterious Simon rode high-headed warhorses, following closely behind Dulan Enemy.

  Ximon's expression was cautious, and from time to time he turned back to check the black iron cage, eager to pass through Crow Ridge as soon as possible.

  Gruuk and Nors were dissatisfied with Simon's previous obstruction of their teasing of Duran, but after all, they had to focus on the main event. The two could only stare at Duran's buttocks with lewd eyes and exchange off-color jokes.

  Dulane could hear the two slave mercenaries' jeering voices clearly, but she was too lazy to vent her anger on them. It was all Rega's fault, and if she were to vent, she would rather go find Rega to settle accounts - the more people behind her who disrespected her, the more Rega owed her.

  At the mention of Leica, a faint cold smile spread across Duran's chilly and handsome face. It had been a long time since they last spoke formally, and this time he couldn't dodge it...

  Ten minutes later, Dulan enemy brought three slave mercenaries to the front of a brand new temple, two black armor guards holding sharp long spears came forward as if they had been prepared early.

  Duran's enemy was slightly puzzled. To say that the town hall's grand hall had been completed for some time, but Rega had never used it before. Where did the guards come from?

  However, upon closer inspection, she discovered that the two guards were members of the Raven's Peak United Guard and frequently entered and exited the Violent Crow Tavern, seemingly familiar with Lega. It seemed that Lega had intentionally arranged for these two to wait here.

  Having understood this point, Dulan enemy did not go to question the purpose of the guards, but only let them open the way, standing aside and watching coldly what would happen next.

  "Dismount and disarm!"

  The two black-armored guards walked straight up to Gruuk's horse and shouted haughtily.

  "What? Disarm?"

  Rudolf's eyes bulged like boiled eggs, "We are the renowned Blood Blade mercenaries, and you think a motley crew of fighters like you can collect our arms?"

  He wanted to spit out a mouthful of thick phlegm, but considering that this was the official residence of the Crow Lord after all, he didn't dare to commit an act of disrespect for fear of being punished, so in the end he held it back.

  Gruuk also said with a gloomy face: "Disarming is a bit bullying, isn't it? Who doesn't know that we slave mercenaries live on the edge of knives and lick blood every day. In the barbarian land, we have to hunt with weapons, and on the Four Kings Continent, we also need to rely on weapons to defend against those so-called justice warriors. The weapons in our hands are more important than what's between our legs. Except for meeting the upper nobles and surrendering, the Blood Oath Corps will never disarm!"

  "What's this 'Blood Alliance'? Never heard of it."

  One of the black-armored guards with a high nose bridge sneered, "Even if you are from the Second Blood Group, Third Blood Group, or even the Women's Menstrual Blood Group, if you want to see Lord Crow, you must disarm according to his rules."

  "Me!" Scarface Norton was subjected to an unprecedented insult and immediately burst out cursing.

  "Remember to say hello for me."

  The black-armored guard with a high nose bridge shrugged indifferently, "My mom is a prostitute, she's already over 40 years old this year. If you can patronize her business, the old lady will definitely be very happy."

  "Ah..." Nuo Si's tongue was tied in his mouth.

  "Don't worry, we'll take good care of your mom's business—"

  Gruk, after all, was the deputy commander of the Blood Vow, and he couldn't just watch his brother get humiliated. He smiled slyly and chimed in, "Only our warhorses will be doing your mother, Nors. Do you still remember how we treated those barbarian female slaves who tried to escape?"

  "How could I forget?!"

  Nuo Si burst out laughing, the scars on his face twisted in a grotesque grin. "We strip the female slaves naked, then tie their legs to the belly of war horses. I must say, those barbarian women are quite something - they can last for five or six hours before dying."

  As he spoke, he kept scanning Du Lanye's waist and legs with the thieving glint in his dog-like eyes, as if he had already stripped her bare.

  Duran's enemy struggled to suppress the anger that had been invaded, standing calmly on the spot - all these accounts would be settled on Lega's head.

  After listening to Gruck and Nors' singing, another black armored guard with a goatee under his lower lip smiled slyly, walked up to Gruck's horse, stroked its mane, "Good horse, good horse, what a pity..."

  Guruk's smile froze on his face, and with a cautious expression, he pressed his hand to the hilt of his knife. "What do you want?"

  "Nothing. You probably still don't understand my brother's mom."

  That mountain goat whisker guard smiled faintly, "Damn it, between his two legs, not to mention pinching a horse, even if you add the two of you, there's no problem. However, it doesn't matter, a few days ago I gambled with a traveling merchant and won a sun wasp from him. It is said that putting this kind of insect into an animal's anus can make the animal work continuously for three days and three nights. If you need it..."

  Grukk's pale face had no blood color, he never thought that the lord guard would be so vulgar and despicable, simply no different from their slave mercenaries - is this really a lord guard?

  Grukk knew that the so-called "sun maggots" were a kind of millet-colored flesh fly, only the size of a fingernail cover, this brainless thing relied on eating the semen of other animals to survive, and the merchants who raised them usually sold them to ranchers to ensure maximum profit during mating.

  The problem is that after being parasitized by this thing, the animal responsible for mating will exhaust all its seeds before stopping. If your beloved warhorse is really stuffed with black armor guards' sun maggots**, it will be exhausted and die in three days and three nights.

  The veins on Gruke's neck stood out like a rope, and he threatened: "If you dare to touch my horse, I will make sure you die a terrible death!"

  "Then put down your weapons, otherwise it's hard to say what will happen outside after you go in." said the goat-bearded guard lightly.

  Guruk and Nors could no longer bear it, and they simultaneously gathered their sixth-stage Dou Qi, drawing out their machetes.

  "You scum, if you want the weapon in Lao Tzu's hand, come and take it yourself!" Nuo shouted loudly.

  The black-armored guard with a high nose bridge glanced at them disdainfully, "You're not the ones we asked to see the Crow Lord, since you don't have any sincerity, then just go back where you came from."

  "Bastard!"

  Guruk was about to raise his sword, but Simon pulled him back and said in a low voice: "After all, this is the lord's mansion. If we fight here and it gets out, it won't be good for either of us."

  "Damn it, I've seen countless big and small lords, but never been asked to disarm! This clearly shows that those two are provoking with their inferior three-stage aura, yet you let me swallow this insult?"

  Gruuk would have liked to put his saber to Simon's slender neck. "Who the hell are you helping?"

  A spark of anger flashed in Simon's eyes, but it was immediately extinguished.

  "Goods are scarce."

  He secretly raised his chin in the black iron cage, "How much you lose, when we arrive at the main city of Senyan, I will let the master return ten times to you. Let me handle the matter of dealing with the lord, since Lord Crow wants us to disarm, we disarm, go in and give him the money, it's just a few minutes, there is no one in this world who can't get along with money."

  Gruuk and Nors exchanged a glance, then reluctantly nodded. The temptation of tenfold compensation was too great; in this world, no one could resist money, and they were no exception.

  "Give me the gun."

  Ximon first untied his own horse knife and then asked his companion for it.

  Gruuk and Nors handed over their weapons silently to Simon with gloomy faces.

  Ximon took over, got off the horse with a smile, and walked in front of the two black armored guards, handing over two gold coins together. "Trouble you to take care of it, and please don't make things difficult for our horses, as well as our prisoner's cage."

  "Alright, alright."

  The goat-bearded guard put the gold coin in his mouth, bit it, and then said with a sly smile: "If everyone in the Bloodstone Association were as sensible as you, that would be great!"

  "It's a volunteer blood donation team! Not a mercenary blood collection team!" Nuo Si gritted his teeth and roared.

  "Never mind where the blood came from, you can go in now." The high-nosed guard haughtily waved his hand at them.

  Gruuk and Nors were about to say something, but Simon hastily made a signal to them, forcing them to shut their mouths and walk towards the great hall with suppressed anger.

  Duran's enemy, who had been watching coldly all along, was the last to pass by the black armored guard. She glared fiercely at the two of them and asked in a low voice, "What did Rega teach you?"

  The originally sly-looking goat-bearded guard immediately tensed up and stuttered: "N-no, it's not like that, Lord! The lord has nothing to do with this matter!"

  "Right, I swear on my mother's name!" The high-nosed guard also chimed in with a solemn oath.

  "Hum, with your mother's name?"

  Dulan's enemy said in a bad tone: "What kind of trick is Lai Ga this stinky rogue going to play? He... forget it, I'll settle the score with you two later!"

  Seeing Simon turn around and look over at her, Duran decided to give up the "interrogation" of these two guards and hastily rushed to Simon's side.

  Ximon cleared his throat and said with a helpless expression to Duran: "Village chief, I didn't expect the lord's guards to be so despicable."

  "Yes, I didn't think of that either." Dulan Di smiled lightly. If you say "despicable", it must be Rega's instigation.

  "They actually accepted bribes, how can such people be suitable for being guards?" Simon said with a wry smile.

  Dulan couldn't help but glance at Simon, "This guest, I recall that those bribes were sent by you. Are you trying to sue yourself as well?"

  Durrani was extremely disgusted with such backstabbing and speaking ill of others.

  "That won't happen, I just wanted to remind you to give a heads up to the Crow Lord out of kindness." Simon said with a smile.

  "If you bring it up yourself, Lord Crow will be even more pleased." Dulan also smiled.

  "Really?"

  Simon asked hypocritically while smugly glancing at his two companions behind him.

  "Of course it's true." Dulan said with a smiling face.

  Hmph, that scoundrel Rega must be thrilled to hear his own henchmen successfully humiliated three slave mercenaries.

  A few people with different thoughts in their minds stepped into the hall, and a plump and beautiful woman walked towards them.