Making something out of nothing is mostly a lie.

A straw stack that appears out of nowhere can hide a lot of cats, and these cats are often not well-intentioned.

"Have you eaten enough?"

Zhao Yulin asked Helian Lingyun. He was concerned, but not in the general sense.

- Only when you are full can you have strength, and only when you are strong can you fight.

"I am full."

Helian Lingyun climbed up lazily, lifted up his greasy hair that was as long as his eyes, and looked around.

"But you have to be patient. One meal can't make a fat man."

"I know." Zhao Yulin nodded.

The second assassin king, who looked like a beggar, had been hungry for half a month. In addition, he had been wandering around for three years before that, and his body was extremely weak. Otherwise, he would not have had his thumb broken by Zhao Yulin so easily a few days ago, even though he had always been able to fight Zhao Yulin half and half.

If Zhao Yulin wanted to kill him now, he would not have to do it, because his body had dragged down most of his strength, and a full meal, good wine and good food would not bring him back.

"I will help, and you will attack. If you really can't do it, don't worry about me." Helian Lingyun said.

The straw stack symbolizes a trap, used to hunt down the second assassin king and the sixth soldier king. The trap is naturally not simple.

What's annoying is that his own strength is gradually drifting away from the title of the second soldier king.

"Impossible."

Zhao Yulin's face was gloomy and he was as firm as iron.

"From what I know, you have nothing to do with righteousness." Helian Lingyun was a little confused. Those who came down from the Shura Field regarded saving their lives as their creed and would abandon everything except their loved ones.

Zhao Yulin was not an exception. In the past few years, he had done many things on the battlefield, abandoning the mercenary groups with whom he had a cooperative relationship and running away. No one would say he was despicable because everyone did the same.

Whether you get out safely or end up in prison depends entirely on your ability.

"It has nothing to do with justice."

Zhao Yulin frowned, feeling the murderous aura growing thicker nearby, and slowly stood up and said, "The murder was set up for me. You just had bad luck and were implicated. I never let others take the blame for me."

The time for idle talk was getting shorter and shorter, just like the water in a sponge, which would eventually be squeezed dry.

Someone came.

Someone who wanted to kill them.

It was clearly the beginning of the midsummer season, but it was getting cooler. A breeze gently touched the ends of my hair, a chill of winter.

A chill of late autumn.

The straw leaves in the straw pile were blowing in the wind, turning yellow, as if all life had died out.

"Tianluo, long time no see."

The voice came from the north, with a smile, relaxed and frivolous, and a murderous aura.

Zhao Yulin faced south, turned his head slightly and looked at the man. It was an expected European face. Not familiar, but unforgettable.

The seventh soldier king, Irish Snow Bull.

There was actually no deep hatred between the two, and they had very few intersections, but the sixth and seventh seemed to be a kind of hostility in themselves.

Kill the sixth, and the seventh can move forward.

So the person who wants to kill Zhao Yulin the most in the world, Snow Bull is among them. It's not targeting a specific person, it's just that the seventh wants to kill the sixth. It's as simple as that.

"I'm really more and more curious, how powerful is that force that can even employ a white ghost like you."

Zhao Yulin switched to English.

"My murderous intention towards you does not need anyone to incite me. At most, someone added fuel to the fire. In your hometown dialect, this is called adding fuel to the fire." Xue Niu bit his tongue and spoke in a crooked Chinese.

More and more people appeared around them. They surrounded Zhao Yulin and Helian Lingyun in three layers.

These people were all from the Tulip Mercenary Corps in the West, which could be seen from their armor. They

wore black iron armor with carved eagles and fencing helmets popular in the courts of medieval Europe. In the era of hot weapons, these people held cold weapons in their hands.

Such equipment is the standard of the most elite 100-man team of the Tulip Mercenary Corps. Zhao Yulin has heard of this team. These knight-dressed guys may not be ranked in the top 1,000 of the mercenary world, but they are all masters.

Ants gather together to swallow elephants; ordinary people gather together to change mountains and rivers.

The hundreds of people ranked outside the 1,000 can easily slaughter the top mercenaries ranked within the 100. Quantitative change produces qualitative change, which is probably what it means. The

most glorious achievement of the Tulip team is to surround and kill the previous mercenary leader, the man codenamed Koala.

Of course, it is difficult for three hundred people to kill one person. Two fists against four hands is difficult, let alone three hundred hands plus three hundred knives.

Koala fought for six hours and killed nearly half of the team members alone, but he was finally exhausted and stabbed to death by the swords.

Since that day, the blood of the previous king has become the supreme glory of this elite team. The elite team, which was slaughtered from 300 to only 173 people, has a specific name and is known as the Bloody Black Rose.

Tulip, Black Rose...

are all flower names, which sound effeminate, but they are also appropriate for Xue Niu's style of claiming to be a medieval noble.

Tulip was indeed the totem of a royal family in Europe hundreds of years ago.

"Look at this situation, are the 173 people here?" Zhao Yulin asked.

Xue Niu thought for a while, probably thinking about how to say the next words in Chinese, and then smiled and said: "I have to admit that you are very good at pretending to be calm. Yes, all 173 blood elites have arrived. Such a grand ceremony is worthy of your status as the sixth soldier king, but unfortunately, after today, I will be the sixth."

Zhao Yulin turned around and looked at the other party. That face was not good-looking. He did not have the handsome lines of European men that many people imagined. His eyes were not deep, and his pupils were not blue. In short, he was actually a bit ugly. It

was far from the so-called aristocratic temperament. Not only was he not tall, but he was also short and a bit hunchbacked.

"Have you ever thought that after all, there are only a hundred left, and you should keep these few remaining ones and use them to fight? So how many people are you going to let me leave you this time?" Zhao Yulin asked with a smile.

"You Chinese are just stubborn. From the previous dynasty to now, you haven't changed at all." Xue Niu also smiled, but the contempt in his eyes was very strong, so he didn't seem so friendly.

"Where is your knife?"

He didn't want to waste any more time. People who really do business like pants, belts, and heads don't waste time on narration.

Besides, he and Zhao Yulin were not familiar with each other.

"Knife? These minions still use knives?" Zhao Yulin stroked his fingers, lowered his head, and his smile became very evil.

"Okay." Xue Niu shook his head, looking helpless, "I wanted you to die with dignity, but you seem to have forgotten to bring your knife. Sorry, I can't give you a chance to go back and get it."

"What a fucking pretentious guy!"

Zhao Yulin couldn't stand the bird shit attitude of being sure of victory. He suddenly attacked, kicked his feet hard, and in an instant he had rushed in front of the European dwarf, leaving the straw that was lifted up by his feet flying around.

Bend your knees and charge forward.

Bang!

There was a very special muffled sound, and the Snow Bull took a few steps back, his cheekbone broke and collapsed, and his whole face was deformed.

"Are you particularly unwilling to be ranked seventh? Do you think you are better than me?"

Zhao Yulin said, without stopping for a moment, he took a bow step and clenched his fist, and the ordinary-looking fist opened and closed, hitting the Snow Bull's heart directly.

He did not hold back his strength, so this punch was naturally the same punch that killed the lion that year.

The Snow Bull's reaction speed was also very fast, crossing his arms to block his heart, avoiding death, but he had to take a few steps back, and after stabilizing his body, his expression was very embarrassed.

He had heard many stories about Zhao Yulin and really thought he was better than Zhao Yulin, but now he was slapped hard by the facts.

"With your idiot attitude, you still want me to use a knife? Dream on your mother's dream!" Zhao Yulin did not speak English this time, but used his hometown dialect mixed with Mandarin, with contempt.

"Kill!"

The hunchbacked European nobleman spoke sinisterly.

The not-so-bright voice fell, and the blood-red elites that were surrounded on all sides moved at the news, splitting into two groups, one group went to kill Zhao Yulin, and the other group rushed towards Helian Lingyun with a sharp edge.

The second king of assassins, the sixth king of soldiers.

If they kill these two people, they will be the top troops in the world.

There is no need for rewards, and there can be brave men.

Zhao Yulin narrowed his eyes, took two steps back and waited in a serious manner.

Everyone knows that to catch a thief, you must first catch the leader, but it is not so easy to actually do it. At this moment, there are dozens of evil spirits around sharpening their knives. It is undoubtedly the stupidest choice to pick a fight with Xue Niu. There are too

many minions, which are sometimes more annoying than real masters. If you kill one with one punch, there are still dozens of others behind.

Zhao Yulin gradually became impatient as he maneuvered back and forth in the knife shadows of the crowd. He began to understand how much hatred the former leader had before he died. The human wave tactics are really shameless.

The point is that these people are not ordinary minions. If they are put into any gang in the city, they can quickly become famous big thugs.

A few minutes later, Zhao Yulin and Helian Lingyun were blocked together, with only a few steps of space left. The two stood back to back, and Helian Lingyun was already panting.

This was inevitable. Zhao Yulin was already overwhelmed even in his perfect state. His body was so broken that his original strength was only one tenth of what it was. If Zhao Yulin hadn't deliberately provoked a fight and took the initiative to pull the battlefield closer to protect him, this second killer king who had been so fierce for half his life would probably have been killed by now.

"This bastard's shell is too thick."

Helian Lingyun swallowed his saliva while speaking, and white sweat broke out on his forehead from exhaustion.

At this point, Zhao Yulin could no longer care about conserving his strength. If he conserved any more, he could save the hungry man. While taking the attack, his hand passed over his waist. In a moment, a short knife appeared in his hand. The blade was bright red. Under the afterglow of the evening, it looked deep and bright.

"Use my knife first."

Zhao Yulin threw the red knife to Helian Lingyun. At the moment when the knife appeared, the elite mercenaries around him were very strange and paused for a moment.

The knife itself has no magic power, but it was the personal weapon of the previous generation of mercenary king. Several years ago, it drank the blood of 137 lives of the bloody black rose.

The name of the knife is very poetic, called Yun Ni, from the northern border of China.

Helian Lingyun took the bright red knife, and without saying anything, he rushed forward, becoming extremely brave in an instant. With a wave of his hand, he cut off a head with an iron helmet and a stream of blood. The scene was beautiful. Unlike

Zhao Yulin, he was a swordsman from head to toe. With a knife in hand and without a knife in hand, those were two different states.