Edge of the Apocalypse

Chapter 1374: A Thief

The bar was gulping.

At a table not far from Ellen, a few men were talking about the changes in the wasteland.

"Have you heard, the Dark King of the Great Wasteland? That man is a monster who made Zasuo admit defeat at the end of a single move. What's even more terrifying is that he even knocked out the branch of the Dark Shadow Army in the Wasteland. He simply doesn't put our Demonic Shadow Empire in his eyes."

"We, Demonic Shadow Empire?" Someone sneered, "Say it like you're some big shot. Drink your bar. Someday something will happen in the wilderness. Today is the Dark King, tomorrow may be the King of Light. Just listen."

'"I can't say that. I have a friend who came back from the wasteland. He told me personally that the human called the Dark King had killed both the Blood Eye and the White Devil. Forget about the Blood Eye. The White Devil Luci is a ruthless character. I heard that Lord Gurant has friends with him."

'"So what? It's just killing Blood Eye and Luci. Is it worth your fuss to catch a bunch of our generals? Not to mention that you don't know, the empire doesn't care about a big wasteland at all. Even if some bullshit co-owner comes out, it can still rebel?"

"Not to mention, there is an army outside of Gale City now. Maybe one day, they will suddenly attack."

"Then what the hell?"

Everyone at the table laughed. This should be the general mentality of the empire. Demonic Shadow Empire and the Great Wasteland were at peace for hundreds of years. Who would believe that the Great Wasteland would dare to attack Mokedan? It was as ridiculous as hearing that other than the Black Emperor Emperor, there were also people who dared to challenge the Demon King.

Ellen shook his head. The existence of the two supreme beings made life on this planet only know about Spenak and Frius, and completely ignored the others. In the eyes of the Barbarians, this was an unbreakable fact.

At this moment, Trisley walked over with two glasses of wine in her hand, and raised her glass to signal to Alan through the crowd. As she walked past that table where the great wilderness had been discus, a Baltic reached out to touch Trisley's butt without knowing what was going on. Alan knew that it was going to be bad. As expected, that person's figure suddenly became short. He could not touch his buttocks and instead propped them up on the ground. Then, he let out a miserable scream. Tracy pulled back the heel that had broken her calf and turned around to ask with a frosty face mask, "It's not easy to die."

The woman released an ice-cold killing intent, causing the men who wanted to stand up for their companions to shrink their necks and then set up their companions to leave.

Trisley put the wine on the table and sat down with a smiling face. She looked at Alan and said, "Am I heavy?"

"That's not true. Originally, I thought you would cut off that hand."

"I think so. I just can't pull out my hand." Trisley looked at the two glasses of wine on the table.

Alan laughed and said, "Then I must finish this cup."

Trisley's complacent expression caused waves of emotions to rise again and again. A figure knocked away the men from before and staggered back towards Alan. Tracy was not a kind-hearted woman, and she had been harassed time and time again with murderous intent. She put her hand on the dagger on her leg, and only unsheathed her ravaging fangs an inch before she was pushed back by Alan's fingers. Ellen stretched out his hand and pulled on the figure that was knocked over. He fell to the side like a roller gourd and knocked over a few chairs.

It was a woman.

He looked very young and was touching the back of his head. Different women have different qualities, if Lucy is noble, Laura is wild, and Trisley is icy. Then the woman in front of her looked a little confused. She looked left and right, as if she did not know who had thrown her over. At this time, the crowd separated and Alan saw a figure thrown into the air and fell to the ground. He frowned slightly. At this moment, the woman who fell to the ground cried out in alarm. He hid behind Alan with both hands and feet, not knowing if he was intentionally or unintentionally hiding behind him.

Just as Alan was about to speak, the figure in front of him blurred. A muscular male Baltic had already walked over with large strides. The dark-skinned man had short gray hair and two wine bottles on his four arms. The thick, crocodile-like tail behind him continuously whipped the ground, tearing apart the floor tiles of the bar. He looked at Alan and shouted, "Hand over the woman behind you!"

Alan looked back, and the woman looked back with a pitiful gaze, "Please, sir, don't hand me over."

Ellen smiled and without even saying a word, he threw the woman towards the four-armed man. "She's yours. Let's go. Don't bother us."

He wasn't stupid enough to stand up for an unfamiliar woman in this place.

The four-armed man grabbed the woman who still hadn't reacted. He raised his leg to leave, but put down his thick leg. Seeing this scene, Alan seemed to have a premonition and frowned slightly. The man looked at Alan and said, "This woman stole from me."

"You already have him."

"But how do I know if you're her accomplice? Maybe she handed it over to you when you came into contact just now," the Barre said in a deep voice.

Alan smiled instead of being angry, "Then what do you want?"

"Take off all your clothes. If it's not on you, I can let you go." The Barbarians should have behaved like this.

Alan was silent, but Tracy sneered. Her smile made the man even more arrogant. Throwing the confused woman aside and throwing away the wine bottle, his four palms snapped and he smiled sinisterly, "You want to resist? This is not good for you."

"Master?"

"Don't kill him," Alan nodded. "You can do anything else."

Trisley whistled and took a series of sexy strides to Ellen. She hooked her finger at him and said, "Come on, don't be afraid. My master said he won't kill you."

The man shouted angrily, and a powerful aura was unexpectedly emitted. Unfortunately, it was not enough to compare to Trisley, so he suddenly rushed forward. The onlookers saw Trisley's figure suddenly disappear, and the man pounced straight at Alan. However, his footsteps gradually slowed down and he finally stopped. His palm was less than one position away from Allen's body. Looking at the man in front of him, Alan gently picked up his glass and took a sip. In his eyes, the man's expression became very strange. There was surprise, anger, and even more fear. Then his four arms and the thick tail split up at the same time and fell heavily to the ground. When he let out a miserable scream, the blood from the wound sprayed out like a fountain.

Alan quietly put down the wine and said to Trisley, who appeared behind the man, "Let's go. We can't drink anymore."

The two of them left the bar and returned to the bustling streets. Just a few steps away, Tracy frowned, "The shadows never dissipate."

Alan shrugged and turned around. Behind them, the woman who had stolen their belongings and brought them trouble ran over and gasped, "Wait, wait for me."

"Is there anything else?" Alan was curious about what she wanted to do.

She raised her face and smiled, "My name is Luche. I haven't thanked you for saving me yet."

"Nothing much, but next time you steal something, you'd better consider whether you can afford to offend someone. That's all, Miss Luche."

Seeing Alan turn around to leave, the woman called Luche grabbed his arm. Tracy raised her eyebrows, wondering if she should chop off the woman's arm. Luche didn't know if she was feeling murderous or lucky. When Tracy touched the dagger, she had already let go of Alan and said, "At the very least, please tell me your name. You helped me once, and I will repay you."

Hearing this, not to mention Alan, even Tracy had a surprised expression on her face. The Baals could work together, do the same thing for the common good, and submit to the subordinates of the strong, but there was absolutely no reward. But looking at this woman's serious expression, it didn't seem like she was joking. Alan didn't know what to say. He shook his head and said, "Don't worry, Miss Luche. We'd better part ways here."

Then he took Trisley and left.

Luche watched them disappear at the corner of the street in a daze before he sighed and walked into a small alley beside the bar.

"Is that woman really from Barre?" Along the way, Allen could not help but say, "His personality is simply unbelievable."

Hearing him describe the woman in disbelief, Tracy smiled and said, "Maybe not. I really don't know how her personality has survived to this point."

They went back to the hotel, and Belmord was back. Seeing Alan, he nodded and said, "We've found the Moroccan."

"Very well, then let's go to bed early today. Let's visit Mr. Morocco tomorrow and see what he can do for us."

In a remote alley, Luche walked alone. From time to time, a man or two passed by in the alley. They looked at Luche curiously, but did not do anything out of line. As he walked, Luche suddenly stopped. A shower of footsteps sounded from behind him. A moment later, several figures jumped down from the buildings on both sides. At the same time, five or six Barbarians appeared behind Luche.

The leader was the man who had cut off four arms and a thick tail for Trisley. He had already done a bandage. Because of the loss of his tail, his balance was not very good, and he was still swaying after taking a few steps. Seeing Luche, he roared, "Do you think you can run away, bitch! Now that there's no man and woman to stand up for you, I'll see where you go."

Luche seemed to be frightened as he sat down on the ground with his hands covering his chest and a face full of fear. Apparently, there was no word "pitiful" in the Baltic dictionary. Looking at her like this, the heavily injured man felt the pleasure of revenge. He winked, and a man behind Luche ran over with a strange smile, raising his saber and heading towards the woman's back.

A woman screamed in the alley.