Under the bright sky, "Meteor" Nikolai supported the seriously injured veteran Grivet and stood in the ruins of the Shield Zone.

His face was expressionless as he looked at the people surrounding him - more than a dozen groups of heavily armed patrol soldiers.

"What's wrong?" Grieve asked the Faller impatiently: "It's just a patrol."

"It's nothing," Nicolai's sharp eyes swept over the patrol in front of him, his pupils narrowed: "It's just a little strange."

Grivet frowned: "Strange?"

"Yes, His Majesty's order," the Fallen Starman said doubtfully: "It stands to reason that except for the White Blade Guards, all armies are not allowed to approach the shield area..."

At this moment, a rich male voice came from the patrol group:

"Is it Lord Nicolai?"

The soldiers holding the torches made way for a passage, and a middle-aged man wearing a thick and gorgeous winter coat with eight braids in his hair appeared in front of them, holding a long sword on his waist.

The moment he saw this middle-aged man, Grivet, who was being supported, was slightly startled:

"Urad?"

Griwal's eyes showed surprise: "Is it you?"

Nicolai's heart moved.

Urad?

He is the order officer who manages the Sword District Market, and he is also a big boss among the underground forces in Longxiao City, comparable to Grievor.

The person in charge of the underground black market trading in Longxiao City.

Just why...

"I am Serui Nicolai, the commander of the White Blade Guards," Nicolai said calmly: "Has His Majesty ordered the lifting of martial law?"

But before the other party could reply, a beam of red fire suddenly rose in the sky in the distance!

Nicolai was shocked!

"Wait a minute, I recognize this," Grivet looked at the fireworks in the sky thoughtfully: "Fourteen years ago on the deep valley battlefield, when Prince Suril's troops were bitten by the white elves, you also shot

After a while..."

Nicolai's face looked very ugly.

Of course, because that's...

That is……

Signal Bolt of the White Blade Guard.

The highest level - urgent help!

Just as the Fallen Starman was about to speak, the man leading the patrol in front of him spoke first.

"As you can see!"

"His Majesty has not yet ordered the lifting of martial law, but we have to disobey the order and come here."

The man with eight braids - Urad's expression was very bad. He saluted hurriedly to Nikolai and said anxiously: "Please come with me as soon as possible, we need to get to His Majesty the King immediately!

"

Nicolai's expression changed: "What happened?"

Grivet narrowed his eyes solemnly. He is also a boss of the underground forces, and he knows more about Urad than Nikolai:

"Urad, you..." the lame veteran asked calmly: "Did you learn anything from your channels?"

Urad nodded, exhaled, and said with an ugly expression:

"The underground news I just received..."

"We have reason to believe that tonight, an enemy took advantage of the chaos and sneaked into Longxiao City!"

Nicolai was startled and looked at Griveaux.

Ulad looked anxious, and heard the man with braids nervously say:

"They... are trying to assassinate His Majesty!"

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Thales clutched the little slippery head that was almost stunned, and trembled his lips.

For several minutes, he blinked desperately, looking at the old body in front of him, doubting whether everything in front of him was real.

That scary old man.

Exeter, who combines heroism, grandeur, majesty, ferocity, and scheming, became the king...

"The Born King" Nun Walton VII.

Just die?

Thales stood blankly, watching the soldiers of the White Blade Guard tremblingly covering the king's body.

Red fireworks rose overhead.

"The emergency signal has been sent," the senior swordsman guard who had just recognized the assassin said dumbly. He withdrew his crossbow pointing towards the sky and looked at the old king's dismembered body with a gloomy face: "The leader and other swordsmen

Brothers will be here soon, come here..."

He was choked up and couldn't speak any more, so he had to turn his head, not daring to look at the king lying on the ground.

"White blade, white blade shame," another young soldier, covering his wound and kneeling in front of the body of a brother, gritted his teeth and sobbed, said tremblingly: "Your Majesty... right under our eyes... we are all incompetent sinners.

……sinner……"

"It's not over yet!" A guard standing on the other side held down the white-handled scimitar in his hand. His eyes were full of anger, anger, and hatred, "We still have tasks... His Majesty's bloodline still needs us.

protection... after this..."

Bearing the gazes of more than a dozen white-blade guards, the little slipper bit his lower lip and whimpered with a pale face.

"Who is that?"

Thales looked at the short knife on the ground, still stained with the king's wet blood, and asked in a daze: "That assassin?"

The soldiers' eyes all moved towards the Star Prince, many of them with anger and accusation in their eyes.

"You should be more familiar with him than we are," the senior guard replied to Thales in a low voice: "That's the little Sariton from 'Flower of the Assassin'."

"Bananet, known as the 'Locust Blade'."

Thales calmly touched the jc dagger on his waist.

The senior guard glanced at Thales with deep meaning: "Twelve years ago, his brother killed another king named Canxing."

Thales subconsciously took a deep breath.

A few minutes later, after sending out signal crossbows, they finally waited for rescue.

Uniform footsteps sounded, and countless soldiers came to them.

That was the patrol team from Longxiao City—a total of two to three hundred people.

Thales raised his eyebrows.

Somewhat strange.

The White Blade Guards all frowned and looked at the soldiers who came in front of them.

"Why patrol!"

The senior White Blade Guard yelled at the soldiers in front of him: "Where are the White Blade Guards?"

"Sir, we saw your signal, so we came here in a hurry," a patrol soldier who looked like an order officer said worriedly: "I didn't meet anyone else on the road - what happened? Is there anything we can help you with?"

"

The senior white-blade guard looked at each other and one of his companions, and said slowly: "Your Majesty is injured and needs medical treatment."

Thales was startled, and he turned to look at the body of King Nun, which was tightly surrounded by the White Blade Guards.

What?

Could it be that……

"What? Where is your Majesty? Does it matter?" The order officer's expression changed, "Sir... please come with us immediately. We can escort you back to the Palace of Heroes."

He waved his hand, and soldiers on patrol immediately approached from both sides.

However.

"Shua!" "Clang!" "Clang!"

The dozen or so warriors of the White Blade Guard looked fierce, and they all drew their swords without any warning but without hesitation!

The blade was pointed straight at all the patrol members trying to get closer, with an astonishing momentum.

The movements are neat and neat, just like a person.

The little slipper trembled and looked at Thales in surprise.

Thales pressed her hand back calmly.

calm.

He indicated with his eyes.
To be continued...