I Am Really Not The Great Demon King

Zhang Heng immediately smiled when he heard what the middle-aged man said, and said unkindly: "In that case, you have to be careful."

The middle-aged man couldn't help but amused: "I have something to be careful about, I'm just a messenger!"

Unexpectedly, Zhang Heng continued to stare at the middle-aged humanity unkindly: "Of course you have to worry about it."

"Because if you can't even do the master dart head, it means that we can't agree to your conditions."

"If we don't agree to your terms, won't the matter just fall apart?"

"When things fall apart, you naturally refuse to give up. If you refuse to give up, then we will only have one battle to determine life and death."

"Before the life and death of both of us, in order to boost morale, our **** will naturally kill individuals and set off the flag, and the person who is about to be killed, you messenger, is not the best candidate?"

After listening to Zhang Heng's words, the middle-aged man couldn't help but sweat dripping down his face.

Because what Zhang Heng said today is usually a joke, but if he really listens to it as a joke, then if the two sides really can’t agree, he might really be in bad luck!

Because of this, I don't know when the middle-aged people actually started to look forward to something in their hearts. Don't make any unnecessary changes in this matter.

Next, the middle-aged man didn't hesitate much, so he stated his own conditions and requirements.

The request of the middle-aged person is reasonable and unexpected.

"Our conditions are very simple. We want you to **** ten truckloads of goods this time."

"The ownership of these ten vehicles must be determined by capturing the flag."

"We each send up to ten people to participate in the duel. There is no limit to the number of appearances. In the end, if one party has five people, the other party wins."

"The winner takes all and gets all ten carts of goods. And if we lose, we are still willing to compensate the Beihai Escort for the loss of one thousand taels."

Zhang Heng heard that the other party was really here to rob the dart, and he was so formal that he really wanted to fight the Beihai Escort to determine the ownership of the ten carts of goods.

He immediately responded: "Your requirements and conditions, I can't be the master, I'm afraid Mr. Yudi can't be the master either. Why don't you wait a while and I ask Sun Yaoting to make a decision?"

After listening to Zhang Heng's words, the middle-aged man had no opinion, and nodded slightly, agreeing.

Zhang Heng met, leaving Mr. Yudi and his party to guard against the middle-aged people from suddenly attacking the convoy. He rode a antler horse by himself and rushed to the middle of the **** team again.

When I arrived in the middle part, I found that Sun Yaoting’s chief dart head was not in the middle part. Instead, he heard that the forward team had an accident. Two waves of pathfinder escorts, a total of eight people, died in the depths of the gorge ahead in a short time. At this time, Darthead had already rushed to the front of the team to inspect the situation and preside over the overall situation.

Although Zhang Heng had discovered the news of the deaths of the eight people a long time ago, he couldn't help but feel a little sad when he heard people mention it again at this time.

Then he continued to drive the antlers under the hips and galloped towards the forward team.

Zhang Heng drove the staghorn horses all the way through the narrower post road, rushing forward, and in a blink of an eye, he came to the front of the team.

The forefront of the team.

Senior Feng, Sun Yaoting's chief dart head and Lu dart head, the three of them gathered together, and saw that Sun Yaoting's chief dart head held this note in his hand and placed it in front of him to check. Look at it together, too.

After a while, Sun Yaoting and the three raised their heads and looked at the escorts of the North Sea Escort. They spoke blankly and said: "They shot carved ling arrows from the mountains on both sides of the canyon, with notes tied to the arrows."

"The note says that we are now in the Jedi."

"Because not only our forwards cannot pass the canyon now, but our rear team has also been surrounded and blocked by their centuries, and it is impossible to get out of it."

Hearing what Sun Yaoting said, the guards of the Zhuo Duo North Sea Escort Club around, originally had their faces filled with righteous anger and anger because of the death of eight brothers in the Escort Club in the canyon, and they wanted to pull the opponent out, one by one. Wan Yan, kill a hundred times to vent your anger.

But now, I suddenly heard that not only was the enemy deployed in the front gorge to prevent them from passing, even behind their team, there were also enemies appearing, besieging all of them, and the anger on everyone’s faces disappeared instantly, and replaced by The uncertain face was a slightly wrinkled expression of worry, a whispering uneasy expression, a war-knife in his hand, the rumblings of hurriedly looking around, the grass and trees were all soldiers.

Zhang Heng on one side saw the instant change on the faces of everyone, and couldn't help sighing in his heart.

The head of the dart, Sun Yaoting, said these words originally to check the changes of the people. Seeing that everyone was like a swarm in an instant, messy and panic all day long, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart, thinking of such a group of people, where is there a battle? force?

Then, just listen to Sun Yaoting continue to say: "The other party also left a note saying that they don't want to kill them all this time."

Hearing Sun Yaoting's words, the **** masters were taken aback for a moment, and then the expressions on their faces suddenly became much lighter and clearer. Many people's hands immediately moved away from the hilt of the knife at the waist.

Some people can’t wait to ask Sun Yaoting, the chief dart head: "Since they don’t want to kill them all, then I would like to ask the dart head, why are they here this time? Is it for money or to kill?"

As soon as the voice fell, other guards immediately echoed the inquiry loudly.

Sun Yaoting saw that when everyone heard that they were trapped to death, his face was in a panic, and when he heard that the other party was not ready to kill quickly, the look on his face immediately became lighter, and the look on his face did not change. He was brisk, but gloomy, as if dripping water.

Then Sun Yaoting waved his hand to signal everyone not to speak, then looked around and continued to speak: "They want our ten carts of goods."

"Both sides can have up to ten people each, capture the flag and win, the winner takes all, and the loser has nothing."

Hearing Sun Yaoting’s unexpected and reasonable answer, the look on the face of the **** master who was inquiring just now suddenly loosened. An **** master next to him even secretly patted his chest, seeming to be driven away. Lost the nervousness that just pervaded his chest.

This is because, if the other party wants to kill them all, people who are so ordinary to them, who are just eating food, are very likely to be killed by the opponent's people. In this way, their situation will become Very dangerous and extremely dangerous, nine deaths a lifetime.

And now the other party doesn't want to kill them all, but just wants ten carts of cargo, what they want is to be able to capture the flag.

In this way, it has nothing to do with young people like them.

To behead the flag, the two sides will definitely choose a group of elites with the best skills in their side as the best candidates to participate in the flag-taking showdown in order to win the final.

In this way, those who are at risk are those dartists who reach out well, and their ordinary little ones who reach out have little relationship.

That's why they suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

In the conversation between Sun Yaoting and the escorts, a corner of the crowd was surprisingly quiet. When Sun Yaoting read out the contents of the note, except for Zhang Heng, the expressions on the faces of the other escorts could almost be said to be changing rapidly. , I have written all the sentiments of all beings.

And only in that corner is always the same, surprisingly quiet.

There were three escorts standing in that corner, these three escorts, just listening to the words of Sun Yaoting’s escort, the look on their faces has not changed from beginning to end, three swords slashing like axe, full of There was no trace of texture trembling on the wrinkled faces of the ravines, as if their faces were not made of flesh and blood, but stone sculptures.

The age of these three escorts is probably over sixty years old at the minimum.

The hair on their heads is already gray, but they stand where they are like three hanging lions. Even though they are so old, the sturdy aura pervading them still allows no one to blaspheme.

Then Sun Yaoting suddenly saw Zhang Heng on the antler horse.

So he immediately asked, "Didn't you go to the back of the team? Why did you come back suddenly?"

"By the way, is it true that the rear of the team has been surrounded by them, as the other party said."

"Or they are just being, bluffing, exaggerating."

Hearing Sun Yaoting's question, Zhang Heng's only thoughtful answer immediately: "What they said is true. Their hundred team has indeed cut off our back."

"I came here this time because the people behind them wanted me to send news."

Sun Yaoting heard Zhang Heng say that behind the team, the post road had indeed been cut off by the opponent's people, and his face was a little ugly.

Then I heard Zhang Heng say that he had come to send me a message, so his face was shocked, pretending to be indifferent to the matter just now, and then asked: "messaging? What message did they invite you to wear to me?"

After hearing it, Zhang Heng touched his nose slightly, and then replied a little embarrassingly: "The message they want me to send is the news that I just got from the note."

"They want the ten carts of cargo escorted by Beihai Escort this time, and they hope to win the flag with us by beheading."

"I hope we can win. If we don't agree, the two sides will only have a showdown."

Hearing Zhang Heng’s words, Sun Yaoting’s face did not change, and he lowered his head to meditate for a moment, then raised his head, looked around at the crowd, and then said: “Now, we are all clear about our situation. The flag will be captured, and the winner will win ten carts of cargo, and the loser will have nothing."

"What do you think about this matter?"

As soon as Sun Yaoting’s voice fell, he heard a voice that was old, but already very loud, like Hong Zhongda Lu’s, from a corner that had always been silent: "If there is anything good, soldiers will stop them, and the water will come to the earth weir. The reason why I don't want to kill us quickly is just because the other party knows that he does not have this strength."