Thales couldn't believe his eyes.

Yodel, who always hides in darkness and kills with every strike...

Captured?

The Shadow Shields behind the drill lit two torches, lighting up the small corridor.

Although his expression could not be seen through the mask, Yoder's struggle became increasingly weak.

Bearing the pulling force from all four directions of his limbs, his figure faded several times, trying to enter the path of shadow. However, due to the strength of the chains, his intention failed many times and he was forced to reveal himself.

"Lurking, provoking, and profiting, you really had a great time down here, dear colleague."

The man seemed to be relieved. He showed a slightly ferocious smile and looked at the masked guest who was invited with a chain: "Maybe you are quite regretful that we failed to fulfill your wish. Under the strange instigation, you and the Sword of Disaster

Fight to the death?"

In the dark and dreary prison, Yodel did not answer. His dark purple mask was facing the drill at least five steps away.

His silence made him frown slightly.

Oops.

Thales forced himself to calm down.

He gritted his teeth, bent his knees slightly, and raised the silver diamond sword in his hand to eye level.

There are not many two-handed sword styles in the Northland military swordsmanship. Most of them are forced counterattacks after the shield is broken.

but now……

He held the sword in both hands and looked at the nearest chainmailer.

Just force one of them back.

Thales called out to the sin of the Hell River that covered his feet, and prepared to use his strength.

"Ah, no no no."

The sharp-eyed driller did not miss this scene. He raised his eyebrows, raised his index finger to Thales in a friendly manner, and shook it slightly from side to side.

"If it were me, I wouldn't do that," the driller shook his head, his smile still polite:

"Your Highness."

As he spoke, he gently pushed out the awl in his hand and pointed at Yoder's throat in front of him.

This action stopped the anxious Thales in his tracks!

"After all, you have a precious body."

The drill shook the weapon in his hand, the corners of his mouth curved a little wider, and he meant something in his words.

"I can't afford it if there's any damage."

hateful.

Seeing the proud and confident smile on his face, Thales took a deep breath, put down the long sword in mid-air, and had no choice but to give up his intention of attacking and rescuing the siege.

He tried his best to get rid of irritable thoughts and desperately thought of a way to solve Yoder's predicament.

Yoder struggled with his right arm again, and the tip of the Supreme Sword penetrated one of the links on the chain, but the assassin holding the chain immediately reversed the force at a tricky angle, shattering the masked guard's intentions.

"You talked so much nonsense," Thales looked at Yoder who was fighting against the four people and felt deeply troubled:

"Just to lure him out?"

The driller clicked his tongue and shook his head.

"It's not all nonsense, Your Highness," the assassin leader bowed, as polite as ever, but Thales could no longer feel the respect in his words:

"Please believe in my sincerity."

It was as if from this moment on, he had mastered the final move of the general on the chessboard.

Calm down, Thales.

calm.

The prince took a deep breath and listened desperately to the direction of the drill in his hellish senses.

The four people wrestling with Yodel were breathing unsteadily and continued to consume.

The two assassins behind the drill were repairing silently and replying.

The drill man's left arm was still trembling slightly. It seemed that he was not without any injuries after the close encounter with Yoder.

but……

Thales looked worriedly at the darkness behind the drill: there were still multiple breaths coming from there.

His greatest reliance was suddenly lost, and he was unable to save the hostages with one against many.

what to do?

How can...

He looked at the trapped Yoder, caressing Ricky's silver diamond sword, feeling its almost perfect balance in the hand, but he knew that he was in the most unbalanced situation.

The drill seemed to have completely recovered from the sudden attack. He took a few steps to the side, looked at the tightly restrained Yoder, and clicked his tongue.

"Six years ago, two groups of my men accepted the commission from Val Arend and headed south to the interior of the stars that they had not dared to set foot in for many years."

He sighed softly and narrowed his eyes slightly when looking at Yoder.

"In the end, after a failed carriage assassination and the ensuing secret siege, only two sentries came back alive."

Upon hearing this, Thales was slightly startled.

six years ago.

Val Arend.

Carriage assassination...

Wouldn't that be...

The driller snorted coldly, and the awl in his hand swiped across Yoder's mask:

"What a coincidence, a similar mask also appears in their description."

"So...who are you?"

Yodel remained silent, but Thales saw that the chain hook holding Yodel's arm was leaking a little blood, and the latter's struggle became smaller and smaller.

But the masked guard shook his head slightly at him.

"Well," Drillzi, who didn't get a response from the target for a long time, raised the corners of his mouth:

"It's obvious that you are not an orator."

hateful!

Thales's breathing became more and more rapid, and he raised the sword in his hand several times.

Yodel remained silent, as if someone had sealed his mouth with an iron.

Under the dim firelight, the familiar yet unfamiliar dark purple mask looked simple and monotonous.

The assassin leader finally gave up trying to communicate with the masked stranger.

Maybe... maybe he is mute.

"Now, the uncertain factors affecting our communication have been resolved," the driller slowly turned his head and suddenly looked at Thales:

"Will you come with us, Your Highness?"

He still had that amiable smile, standing among the cloaked assassins, standing in front of the impenetrable darkness, extending his hand to Thales from afar.

But the prince only felt a chill down his spine.

"We can get along and work well together."

Looking at his palm, Thales's eyebrows were so tight that his teeth were almost broken.

He moved his hands and drew an arc with his long sword, getting used to the characteristics of this weapon.

"Ambushing my guards is not a good sign for cooperation."

Zhuo Zi put down his palm and said with a smile: "I think so. After all, he didn't hesitate when he swung his sword at me."

Thales was speechless for a moment.

He changed his attitude and said coldly: "Listen, son-in-law, if you still want to get out alive..."

When the prince said this, he stopped abruptly and cut off the remaining words "The secret department has surrounded this place".

No.

Confirming this news in front of the dealer will only make him more desperate and more concerned about the hostages and chips in his hands.

what to do?

Thales looked at Yoder, but could only see a reflection in his mirror.
To be continued...