Exeter, Qiyuan City, Wasteland.

Under the sun, Thales and Monty looked at the uninvited guests in front of them with great vigilance and uncertainty.

Why is it him?

The Fallen Star dismounted from his horse with an expressionless expression.

He walked slowly into a spit rock, and tied the reins naturally as if nothing happened.

It puts endless pressure on people.

"I heard you, Big Mouth."

"Why, are you too confident in your level?"

Nicolai slowly tied the reins, turned to Monty, who was facing a formidable enemy, and glanced back and forth at the short knife in his hand.

"Do you think that after Isaiah left the White Blade Guards?" Meteorite tied the reins. His eyes were bloodshot. It was obvious that he had worked hard for many days, but the meaning in his eyes made people shudder. "There will be no more Longxiao City."

Is there anyone who can keep up with you?"

He gently shook his shoulders and moved the handle of the Rising Sun Saber to the position where it was easiest to release it.

Monty's pupils shrank!

"Ah, I have to say," the experienced scout said softly, slowly turning the short knife in his hand: "I have thought so to a certain extent."

Monty stared at his old comrade, motionless, with ice almost forming on his face.

His eyes once again flashed that light that made Thales extremely uneasy.

"You are an excellent scout, Monty," Nicolai said coldly: "From the fake appearance to the route chosen and the concealment method, almost no one can match it."

"But it's just 'almost'."

Nicolai stepped forward slowly, slowly closing the distance between him and Monty, and spoke gloomily: "Just like now, starting from Longxiao City, we chased so many miles...from the Stone Tomb to the Muxue River,

Then we went to Spear City, and even chased us here, to the rocky land of Qiyuan City, and almost chased us into the desert..."

Thales retreated subconsciously.

But Monty stood there, motionless, with only the short knife in his hand constantly adjusting its angle.

But Nicolai didn't pay attention, he kept approaching.

Thales' breathing became smaller and smaller.

Finally, when he was still a few meters away, Nicolai stopped.

"But we still caught up with you."

He raised his eyebrows lightly and said calmly:

"Ned Monty."

The eyes of Fallen Starman and Deathcrow met in mid-air.

One side is indifferent, the other side is dignified.

It was as if an invisible shackles were placed on the air.

Thales didn't dare to utter a word. He could only hold his breath and look at the two people in front of him, thinking quickly about countermeasures.

This situation...

The two men stood still, facing each other like heavy icebergs.

The pale face of the Fallen Starman clearly brought out the blood color in his eyes.

The Death Crow's eyes remained motionless, solemn and seemingly indifferent.

The sunlight shone on Nicolai's knife handle and Monty's blade, reflecting a strange light.

After a while, one party finally moved.

"Hey hey hey..."

Monty blew hard and the seriousness on his face disappeared.

Instead, there was a helpless smile.

"I have to admit, Thornhead, you have made progress, and so have the White Blade Guards." The old scout shook his head, as if he were seeing an old friend again, and put the short knife on his waist back into its sheath with a smile:

"How did you do it?"

Nicolai watched his old friend take the initiative to put away the knife, his eyes finally no longer so scary.

At that moment, Thales, who thought a war was about to start in the next moment, breathed a sigh of relief.

"Since six years ago, the Grand Duke's personal guards have reduced the training content of charging into battle, commanding troops, and even fighting alone."

Although he had done nothing, but his scalp was numb, the meteorite man said coldly: "The extra energy and money were all invested in the training of another skill."

Just listen to him calmly say: "Sentinel reconnaissance, stealth tracking."

The air was quiet for a moment.

Monty frowned: "Six years ago..."

"So exaggerated?"

Nicolai stared at him for a long time, then nodded slowly:

"It's so exaggerated."

Thales' eyes were fixed in mid-air.

The death of the king had a far greater impact on the former Blade Guard than imagined.

Monty sighed.

"Well, that's a good thing, really."

"Guard reform," Monty sneered, raised his hand and waved it in the air: "You know, the old guard... Kaslan's shadow is too heavy. Even if you have been the captain for twenty years, everyone is still the same.

Just remember him..."

But Nicolai didn't seem to have any intention of reminiscing with him, and the Fallen Starman glanced lightly at Thales who was standing aside.

Thales showed an ugly smile.

"Give you ten seconds, Monty."

"Disappear immediately," Nicolai's tone was very calm, as if he was just saying a normal greeting: "I'll just pretend I haven't seen you today."

Monty's expression froze slightly.

He lowered his head, put one hand on his waist, and scratched his neck with the other, looking very embarrassed.

"Jitou, you have to let me explain about this prince..."

Nicolai's eye knife suddenly turned and fell on the body of the Death Crow.

"There's nothing to explain."

"This is just a matter between me and him," Nicolai pouted at Thales, his eyes turning cold again: "I don't care where you are or whose hand you cut him off from.

Yes, it doesn’t matter where you plan to send him.”

Thales couldn't help but feel nervous again.

"You can go, old friend." Nicolai said without mercy.

Monty's smiling face suddenly stiffened.

He looked away and let out a breath.

Thales could see it: the Death Horn Crow suppressed his anger and clenched his fist fiercely.

But the next moment the prince was about to get angry because of him, Monty took a long breath and smiled again.

"Listen, Thornhead."

"Longxiao City and Qiyuan City are allies in the Western Expedition," Monty bared his teeth and pointed at Thales with an embarrassed look:

"Sooner or later, he will go to Qiyuan City. You don't want to see him fall into the Black Sand Territory and into the hands of the king, right? For the sake of old friendship, and even more for the sake of each other, this matter

We should stand together..."

But Nicolai interrupted him.

"Big Mouth," Meteor Man said softly, "This is no longer the past."

Monty spoke for a moment.

"We have long since passed the age of jealousy and soliciting prostitutes together."

Nicolai shook his head, his eyes indifferent: "It's useless."

"I said, I will only give you ten seconds and disappear immediately."

Monty's smile disappeared.

The air suddenly became quiet.
To be continued...