Battlefield Rabble-Rouser, Playing the Fisherman! (continued)

One by one, the boxes were smashed to the ground, their lids opened, revealing their contents full of goods.

The group of gray-robed men peered out, and their eyes immediately lit up.

"I've shown you my sincerity," Grayson said coldly. "Now, let me see what you've brought."

In the crowd, another man in black robes glanced at the woman in white.

After receiving a look of approval from the other person, he nodded.

Then, the man in black robes waved his hand lightly, and a surge of powerful blood energy erupted forth.

"Splash..."

As if some kind of seal had been broken, a powerful surge of blood instantly filled the entire valley.

After the blood dissipated, a drop of deep, crystal-like purple liquid and ten drops of pitch-black liquid slowly floated in mid-air.

Everyone could feel the vast fluctuations of blood energy contained within these liquids.

Just looking at it makes the blood in your body start to flow faster.

"These are our church's 'Purple Abyss Holy Blood' and 'Pure Black Blood'."

The man in black robes explained in a deep voice, "His Excellency the Bishop went to great lengths, gathering the essence of countless powerful individuals' bloodlines, to obtain just a few drops."

"The energy contained within that Black Blood is enough for Lord Haidesen to cleanse his body of the corrosive forces."

"And that drop of holy blood is enough to allow him to break through to the Grandmaster realm."

Grayson listened to his explanation, a satisfied smile playing on his lips, "Very good, let's begin the transaction."

Meanwhile, several kilometers away from the valley, a group of people were lying in wait.

Shen Xing, hidden in the mist, held up a telescope and observed the movements of the two groups of powerful individuals.

When he saw the supplies in the boxes, and a few drops of blood essence floating in the air, his eyes flashed with a sharp light.

"The box seems to contain quite a few Greater Soul Stone, as well as Mithril, gems, and other precious metals."

"Those few drops of essence blood seem to be an extraordinary treasure as well."

Shen Xing licked his lips. "I really want to rob him and all these guys."

However, he also knew that this idea was somewhat unrealistic.

There are many strong individuals on both sides.

On the Weideng Royal City side, besides the knight commander who possessed at least Master Rank strength, the group of heavily armored knights behind him were equally formidable.

The average level is probably at least level Tier Three.

Add to that the bond of a hundred-man legion, and their fully armed gear, and even Tier Four powerhouse would have to temporarily avoid their sharp edge.

On the Blood Origin Cult's side, the group of gray-robed men also possessed Tier Three strength.

Several of the men in black robes posed a strong threat to him, likely reaching the Tier Four, though their auras were somewhat weaker.

And that woman in the white gauze dress, who could make the opposing knight commander wary, must at least possess Master Rank combat strength.

Shen Xing quickly analyzed the strength of the two groups, his brows furrowing slightly as he considered countermeasures.

Leina glanced at him and suggested, "My lord, why don't we wait until the transaction is complete, then ambush them along their route and catch them off guard?"

Shen Xing thought for a moment, then shook his head and said, "That's not appropriate... The other side has a Master Rank expert, and their subordinates are quite powerful."

"Our chances of taking them down are too slim."

Hellscream for a moment, then said thoughtfully, "I'm confident I can hold off Master Rank expert for a while."

Shen Xing glanced at him with some surprise.

As mentioned before, the Tier Three and Tier Four are completely different realms, with a huge leap.

Even a Tier Three Overlord Rank hero would have little hope of defeating a Master.

However, Shen Xing also knew that this orc never boasted.

He said he was confident he could hold off Master Rank expert, which means he was very confident.

But Shen Xing still shook his head.

His goal wasn't to stall the enemy, but to kill them.

Unless, as Leina suggested, you create opportunities for her to unleash her full power and try to blast the Master to death.

But that would be too risky, tantamount to gambling with the lives of all the generals in the entire territory.

One wrong move and you could lose everything.

Lord Shen would obviously not do something so uncertain.

Could it be... that we need to summon Old Black?

But isn't this overkill?

However, if we don't stop these knights and let them take the items back, Lord Haidesen will recover.

He will then send troops to carry out a massive purge of the entire Blackwing Plains.

This is a bit troublesome...

Shen Xing frowned, looking somewhat troubled.

At this moment, Gorehowl stepped forward. "Boss, how about I give it a try?"

"You?"

Shen Xing was slightly taken aback, then realized something. "You mean... use a 'Declaration of Strife'?"

"Yes, boss!"

Gorehowl nodded solemnly and said, "After breaking through to the Tier Three, my Power of War was also greatly enhanced."

"Now, the ability 'Declaration of Strife' can be used against Tier Four powerhouses."

After thinking for a moment, Shen Xing concluded that Gorehowl's suggestion was quite reasonable.

After all, his 'Declaration of Strife' is different from other mind control skills, which can be resisted or resisted; instead, it silently invades the enemy's mind.

Even if they fail, the enemy will not notice.

So he handed him the binoculars. "Okay, you can try it."

"Yes, sir!"

Gorehowl took the binoculars and aimed the lens at the distant valley.

Then he raised his right hand, and a ball of red light condensed in his palm.

"Buzz..."

The red light traversed the void, spanning several kilometers, and landed above the two parties engaged in the transaction.

The Flowing Oil Valley at this moment.

The group of men in gray robes were lying next to each cargo box, carefully counting the various supplies.

"How's it going?"

Grayson, sitting on horseback, asked somewhat impatiently.

The group of gray-robed men paused.

One of them stepped forward and said, "All the other resources match, but why are there a thousand Greater Soul Stone missing?"

Upon hearing this question, Grayson glanced at him dismissively. "This is a fixed quota; don't you even understand such a basic rule?"

"Rule..."

The group of gray-robed men realized something, and their expressions instantly turned ugly.

This guy actually took a cut of the resources from the transaction; he clearly pocketed them.

But they couldn't easily lash out, since they had finally reached the final step of the transaction.

Although we've lost so Greater Soul Stone, at least the other resources are still there.

Even the woman in the white dress merely frowned and didn't say anything more.

Clearly, they all tacitly agreed to this.

At this moment, one of the men in black robes seemed unable to hold back any longer, and shouted with bloodshot eyes, "What kind of damn rules are these? I think you're the one trying to line your own pockets!"

"There are only five thousand Greater Soul Stone in total, and you're taking one-fifth of them."

Do you know how many lives we'll have to sacrifice, and how long we'll have to plot to obtain this essence blood?

"You greedy devil, return the Soul Stone... Pfft!!!"

Before he could finish speaking, a terrifying axe-like aura slashed out, striking the black-robed man with lightning speed.

With a "crash," the person split in two, and internal organs and blood gushed out.

Upon seeing this, the Blood Origin Cult's eyes turned red, and an intensely suppressed Wrath erupted instantly.

"Damn it, he killed Eli!"

"That bastard! Let's join forces and avenge Eli!"

"Roar! Kill him!"

They were filled with rage, wishing they could pounce on him the next second and tear the burly man to pieces.

Even the woman in white veils coldly questioned, "Sir Grayson, you owe us an explanation for this."

Grayson sat upright on his horse, gazing at the corpse on the ground, a look of confusion in his eyes.

He himself was somewhat puzzled.

I just thought this guy was too noisy and was about to tell him to shut up, how did he suddenly become so aggressive?

But it's nothing, he'd been annoyed with these guys for a long time anyway.

He would never have dealt with these mixed-race bastards if it weren't for His Majesty's orders.

To be honest, taking down one of their opponents made him feel much better.

What explanation do you want?

Grayson calmly retorted, "He's just a lowly Tier Four ant who was forcibly promoted, yet he dares to speak disrespectfully to me. Shouldn't he be killed?"

The woman in the white dress paused slightly, her voice growing colder. "Very well, we will report this matter truthfully to His Holiness the Bishop and negotiate with your Lord Haidesen."

Grayson gave her a sneer, "You think bringing up Lord Haidesen will threaten me?"

"Or do you think His Majesty would uphold justice for a bunch of mixed-race Asians and punish me, the loyal Lion Knight Commander?"