Because of this avoidance, the window became empty. [26nbsp;] How could the Third Prince let go of this unique opportunity? As soon as he opened his hand, he jumped down.
The slight sound immediately alerted several assassins.
"Quick, people ran out..."
Then, they jumped towards the window in a swarm.
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The Third Prince had no time to care who this person was, so he just grabbed the road and ran away. This was the window on the second floor. Because it was dark, if he went down, the door would be locked and there would be no way out. Those guys obviously didn't follow the
Came in through the front door.
He looked down, good guy, his eyes had adapted to the darkness, and he saw several shadowy people waiting downstairs, all loaded with live ammunition, really trying to catch turtles in a jar.
"Ha, he's there... catch him quickly..."
"You still want to run away..."
The third prince's body had completely retreated to the railing at the end. Looking down, he saw a dark forest.
He stretched out his hand and blew in his mouth.
Suddenly, he heard a heart-rending scream. His expression changed suddenly. It was the sound of his mount, making a long, death struggle in the dark night.
There was a buzz in the mind of the third prince, and he calculated that if the mount came, he would jump down from here and escape on horseback. With his fast feet, there would be no problem. But unexpectedly, in an instant, the war horse also died.
The miserable hiss made a terrible and horrifying sound in the dark night. When the third prince concentrated, he could no longer hear it, only the intermittent whimpering of the wind.
The boots made a squeaking sound when they stepped on the rough wooden floor in the corridor. The ancient floor was not the modern kind. Instead, logs of similar material were split into two halves and installed in this way. Therefore, in many places
Some seams are not up to par, especially in this small shop, where the fine requirements are not that high and there are many gaps.
The third prince stepped on his boots, almost making a dent, and then he quickly stood firm. On the opposite side, the masked man who came in for the first time was already forcing his way over.
There were soldiers chasing him from above and below, and he was cornered.
"The Lord wants you to die at the third watch, and it is impossible to keep you alive until the fifth watch..."
The Third Prince felt a chill in his heart, and suddenly roared: "Who is your lord?"
The other party was startled, as if he didn't expect that he would ask such a question.
The third prince said sharply again: "Who is your lord?"
"Ha, you will naturally know when you meet the King of Hell..."