Chapter One Hundred and Twenty-Three Mu Kuo Death Guard Seventh
"Hmm. ? " Li Luo stopped. The crowd under the stone platform was already boiling, and they joined in with the woman's scream.
The Lord of Diega rarely appears in front of people and is mysterious. However, he has recruited many desperadoes and sells the most slaves. He has always claimed that the most beautiful women and the strongest masters among slaves are from Diega.
What made Diehe most famous was that five years ago, he captured a princess from the Yunzi Kingdom in the Western Region as a slave and sold it to a mysterious wealthy businessman.
Although Yunzi was not a powerful country in the Western Region, it could not be underestimated. The royal family was furious and repeatedly sent experts eastward to eradicate Diehe. However, seeing that Diehe's power has become stronger and stronger in recent years, the result was unexpected.
As you know, Diehe has firmly taken the top spot in the slave trade since then, causing everyone in some small countries to feel in danger.
Everyone in the audience was in confusion, everyone guessed who this person was. The young man shouted and urged the middle-aged man on the stage to pull him out quickly. The man waited for a moment, whetted everyone's appetite, and shouted loudly:
"Pull up!"
Four people walked out of the hut next to the stone platform. They held iron chains and pulled out a slave. He pulled him to the platform. Hucha Jing paused and said, "Is this?" The crowd in the audience was quiet for a moment, then became noisy again.
, someone shouted: "What the hell is this?"
The slave on the stone platform must be a woman, but what is surprising is that most of her face and hands and arms are covered with black metal, and her appearance cannot be seen clearly. She is tall, and is actually half taller than the tallest of the four samurai in Diego.
He was so tall that all the clothes on his body were torn off, and now he stood naked on the stage.
The middle-aged man on the stage chuckled and said slowly: "Don't underestimate me, this slave girl is the famous Mu Kuo Death Guard."
The audience was in an uproar. Hucha Jing was shocked and said: "Mu Kuo's dead guard!? How is that possible?"
No wonder Huchajing exclaimed, even Shen Xiangdong was surprised.
The ancient city of Mukuo was prominent eighty years ago. It guarded the key point of Pingsha River's westward march. It was bordered by the Xirong kingdoms to the east and the other thirteen kingdoms of the Western Regions to the west. Its business prosperity was even greater than that of Dagan. It is most famous for being rich and wealthy all over the world.
His treasure is this Mu Kuo Death Guard.
The ancient city of Mukuo was able to gain a foothold in the Western Regions back then, all thanks to the power of the Dead Guards. The Mukuo Dead Guards are still a mystery in the Western Regions.
No one knows how many people there are, and no one knows how these death guards are trained. All they know is that once they are targeted by these death guards, they will not stop fighting, and no one under them will survive, no matter whether they are the king of a country or a powerful force.
Countless people died at the hands of Mu Kuo's death guards.
These death guards are so skilled that they can fight one against a hundred. They are extremely tenacious and will use any means to achieve their goals. Each one of them wears a mask to cover his face. It is said that the day when the mask is taken off is the day of death.
Eighty years ago, one night during the Mid-Autumn Festival, this ancient city that was famous all over the world suddenly turned into a dead zone, with hundreds of thousands of people in the city dead and alive. The legend of the past has left more fog to future generations, Mu Kuo
All the treasures and dead guards in the ancient city mysteriously disappeared. Only an empty city was left, and now it has become a place where ghosts are rampant.
Sure enough, someone in the audience shouted loudly: "How is it possible? The dead guards of Mu Kuo have been missing for eighty years, how can they still be there now?" As soon as the words fell, many people in the audience echoed, obviously dissatisfied.
Congratulations on doing this.
The middle-aged man's face darkened and he said in a dark voice: "Why, some people still think that I, Diego, am lying to you."
There was a pause, and whispers started again. At this time, in the middle of the front row, an old man whispered softly: "Brother Jiu. It's no wonder that everyone is suspicious. The last time Mu Kuo's death guard appeared in Jianghu was
Sixty years ago, when I was still learning to walk, the death guard was attacked by several countries as soon as he showed up. He was killed by the Pingsha River. After that, no one heard of him anywhere else.
It has appeared before, and if you bring someone here who is said to be a dead guard of Mu Kuo, everyone will be suspicious."
The man surnamed Jiu glanced at the old man, and they seemed to know each other. The old man's status was not low, and he was not afraid of his reputation.
When the man saw what the old man was saying, he couldn't force him any further, so he laughed and said, "Old man, you are indeed very sharp-eyed, but I'm afraid I'm going to make a mistake this time."
Zhu Zhi whispered from the side: "Sir, this old man with the surname 6 should be a member of the Zoroastrian Cult in Fire Worship City. My subordinates saw the mark of the Zoroastrian Cult on his sleeves."
"Yeah." Li Luo nodded. Zoroastrianism is the largest religion in the Western Regions, and there are so many masters in the religion. No wonder he doesn't buy Die He's account.
"Oh, tell me." The old man named 6 was not angry and took a sip of tea.
"We met this woman in Ci Ke Yuan. I believe you all know this place. Apart from the sand, Ci Ke Yuan cannot be touched or eaten. There is not even a bug to be seen. We don't even know she is hungry now.
For how many days, she was chewing thorn trees to satisfy her hunger. That's it. When we captured her, we killed and injured dozens of masters before we captured her. These days, we just feed her some water every day. Otherwise, these four iron chains can lock her.
She can’t live.”
Huchajing saw that everyone was looking at the man surnamed Jiu with doubtful faces, and asked in confusion: "What is this thorn tree? Can't it be eaten?"
Shen Xiangdong smiled slightly and said: "The thorn tree is unique to the Western Regions. If you want to ask this, you have to ask Miss Chu."
Chu Ying'er didn't wait for Hu Chajing to turn his head, and said quickly: "The thorn tree is a plant that grows in the thorn tree. It is as hard as stone, has no flowers and leaves, is shaped like a ball, and is covered with sharp thorns.
"
Huchajing thanked him, and then the old man named Liu in the audience said, "It turns out that you worked so hard to catch her. According to your statement, she might actually be the dead guard of Mu Kuo, haha." After saying this, the old man laughed as if no one was watching.
I got up, but from the tone of my voice, I didn't mean it at all.
A young man next to him who was lying in the arms of the beautiful girl hummed a few times, straightened up, and said breathlessly: "Old Jiu, this girl's body looks pretty good, with well-shaped bumps. She should be straight, and her legs are too.
It's long enough. But I'm wearing something on my face and hands. I can't even see it, let alone kiss it. If I buy this back, I accidentally click my teeth while having fun at night. What should I do?" he just said.
After that, a burst of lewd laughter came from the side.
The man surnamed Jiu frowned. In fact, he himself didn’t know whether this woman was a dead guard of Mu Kuo, but it looked like it. Besides, the woman was already unconscious from hunger that day, and many people were killed and injured when he captured her, but there was no
Just a few dozen.
The old man surnamed 6 continued: "I heard that the Mu Kuo Death Guard is also called the Golden Guard. The masks on the face and hands are made of gold, but looking at this, it seems that there are more Mu Kuo Bronze Guards.
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The man surnamed Jiu's face darkened again. He suddenly drew out his saber and struck the woman's face with his back hand. A few sparks flew up. The woman was shaken several times. If her limbs were not tied with iron chains, she would have fallen down.
On the ground, Chu Ying'er moved, then calmed down, and said in a cold voice: "It should be killed." (To be continued.)