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Chapter five hundred and twenty second night talk(2/2)

"Grandpa, Yi'er's sword... has finally found the master."

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On the other side, in a huge tent outside the city, Ward and his subordinates were surrounding a huge map, while an orc was pointing at the position above and introducing something.

"... Here, there are at least five hundred elite guards in the Chief's Golden Tent, but two hundred were drawn away by the Damu Conference... And here, the arsenal, most of the weapons exist here, and finally here, the Shaman Temple, which is also the place where the prizes are stored. There was originally only one Great Shaman guarding, but because of the Damu Conference, there are at least five Great Shamans now, and as for the guards, there are no need to say."

"Well, it seems that there should be no chance to get it secretly."

"We didn't have this plan either."

After waving his hand to signal the orc to leave, Ward, who had not spoken, slowly sat back on the chair, and his fat body suddenly made the chair creak.

"It seems that it's good to go according to the original plan."

Still a very hateful smile. After Ward glanced at the circle of people in front of him, he finally fixed his vision on the ill-looking boy.

"Uno, what do you think of the strength of that blind swordsman today?"

"powerful."

Although the weak mosquito sound was talking, the boy's green eyes did not fluctuate at all, and he didn't even blink his eyelids.

"How strong? Didn't you easily defeated by Thor?"

"equipment."

"If he had to wear equipment of the same level, how likely would you win?"

"Five-five opening."

"Where are the others?"

"Please go together, you may win miserably."

As soon as these words were spoken, they immediately aroused dissatisfaction among the people around them, but before their voices were made, Ward raised his hand and stopped him.

"Is that so, my premonition tells me that he may be the enemy we are going to face, so we may have to get rid of you later, Uno."

"yes."

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Suddenly, I remembered Mr. Lao She's "Soul Broken Gun". In this day when we shout "Regain the tradition", should we occasionally think about the things that our ancestors threw away for the sake of...
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