Endless noise, uproar, and unknown roars and shouts erupted from the crowd.
In front of you.
The adult showed a warm smile, grabbed his shoulders, leaned against his body tremblingly, stretched his head to his ear, and whispered softly:
"Good job, don't worry."
here you go……
don’t worry……
In the deep darkness, he suddenly woke up from his nightmare.
The wounds on his body seemed to come alive instantly, and at the same time, unbearable pain erupted.
He twisted his face, suppressed the cry of pain in his throat, and first turned his attention to sensing everything around him.
The sound of wind and snow howled in my ears, a stench hit my nose and mouth, and several low-pitched brayings of livestock could be heard a few steps away.
He raised his trembling left hand with difficulty, and as expected, he touched an old uneven wall made of rough bricks.
The power of ending surges up.
In the pitch-black darkness, the surrounding environment gradually appeared in his perception.
This is the place where he escaped after dragging his seriously injured body and sending a message to the Brotherhood's spies - an ordinary livestock pen in the Northland countryside, with a simple but thick thatched roof, and a rough handmade fence on one side of the wall.
And the muddy ground mixed with water, snow, urine, mud and his own blood.
Safety.
The Blood Magician is not nearby.
Only then did he let out a low groan of pain.
Two puncture wounds, six lacerations, two bone fractures, abrasions, contusions, and muscle strains were numerous.
She is obviously a girl with a beautiful smile - he thought of the Blood Magician and smiled bitterly - why is she so grumpy?
It's just that I want to use the legendary anti-demon weapon to poke a hole in your real body.
Thinking of this, he touched the two weapons at hand.
Lancer - he sighed in severe pain: I've been tricked by you again.
Not far away, a group of thick-haired pigs, two large and six small, gathered together uneasily, keeping each other warm while trying their best to stay away from the new uninvited guests. A black dog stood outside the fence, bravely guarding the perimeter of his territory and attacking him.
Make a low warning sound.
The snow falling outside gradually subsided, and his perception was able to extend outside the circle and touch another wooden house with a thatched roof. Inside, there were four sleeping and breathing people, two were relatively calm, and two were young and restless. Next door was a stable, and inside
Two slightly different strong breaths - they should be two strong horses unique to the North.
He smiled in the darkness, remembering the scenes of staying overnight with people from different countries during his busy days.
Obviously, this is an ordinary Northland family of four. One of the two horses should be a plow horse, and the other is a riding horse shared for service and hunting. They were probably rented from the lord. Look at the bad surroundings.
Environment, it is estimated that those pigs are not our own, but are specially raised for the lord's dining table - God knows, how can those pigs that look like they are carelessly raised survive in this kind of weather? After all, it is not as distinct as in the south.
Different methods of meticulous animal husbandry.
I remember that a long time ago, she, that dirty girl, also told me that she wanted to come and see the north.
Look at how the Northlanders survived in such cold weather.
"I wonder if they raise piglets?" She blinked at herself with curious eyes.
But at that time, he just lowered his head and wiped the weapon on his leg.
Do Northlanders raise pigs? Now we have the answer.
I need to write this down... I can tell her together later.
Just now...
The next moment, all the smiles on this man's face faded.
Lying on the ground, he clenched his teeth tightly, and the power of termination surged forward, seeping out from every pore, prompting the wounds all over his body to further close, repair, and heal.
However, this process was filled with more terrifying waves of severe pain and even more unbearable itches.
Just like he had struggled countless times in the past.
But the man was just trembling and sweating, his mouth slightly curved, showing a bitter smile.
good.
At least, he no longer had to endure Ramon's nagging and cynicism when he was treating him... The big-nosed doctor's boring nagging was as lethal as a magician's.
The power of termination surged through all his wounds like waves, forcing his nerves, his muscles, and his bones to accelerate recovery, self-healing, and reorganization.
The surging pain and impact caused him to close his eyes tightly while trembling, his upper and lower eyelids almost fused together, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
After a while, he finally stopped shaking and collapsed on the ground.
He gritted his teeth and breathed a sigh of relief.
How long has it been since you suffered such a serious injury?
He tried to turn over, his mouth and nose brushing against the dirty ground.
So filthy...?
In the darkness, he chuckled.
I am so filthy...
Now I am no longer qualified to glare at her in anger.
That dirty girl.
The man pressed his hands on the dirty ground, climbed up weakly, and felt his physical condition.
Need some food supplement, preferably meat.
He looked in the direction of the pigs.
Mr. Thick-haired Pig's family felt the man's murderous intention in their animal instincts, and they all shivered and whined softly.
At the same time, the four breaths of the sleeping Northlander sounded in the man's ears again.
These pigs are probably one of their few sources of livelihood.
He sighed.
The man showed a smile to the shivering Mr. Piggy and his family that they certainly could neither see nor understand.
Then, he grabbed the two weapons at hand and dug out of the animal pen.
He remembered that the extreme cold was coming soon.
Fortunately, this is the Northland.
Thank you Lord of the mountains.
Thank you for your gift.
And I will remember your generosity.
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"Gunshielders! Form the first interception line on the gentle slope in front! Slow them down no matter what!" Cambida looked at the incoming cavalry with a solemn face and ordered decisively.
Under his orders, the Exeter infantrymen in the Black Sand Territory did not hesitate to pick up the large iron shields unique to the North and trotted to the front of the camp to form a defense line.
"Heavy infantry, one minute, must be ready to follow the defense line! The two-handed heavy swordsman is in front, aiming at the horse's legs, and the heavy armored sword and axe-hand is behind. As long as it falls from the horse, no matter whether it can move or not, give it to me.
Throw the ax down!"
"Phil!" Cambida turned to the shooters on the side of the camp and shouted: "Get your people ready, the enemy appeared too suddenly, there is no time to calibrate shooting!"
As his voice fell, a short Exeter soldier suddenly opened his voice and ordered to the archers standing in two rows on the side of the camp: "Lock the arrows, draw the bow, and prepare for a volley!"
"The cavalry mounts and looks for opportunities to attack from the side!"
"Shoot a signal arrow, and at the same time send a light cavalry messenger to the camp behind, so that the rearguard troops can quickly reinforce!"
In contrast, the Star People team, which was heavily surrounded by the Black Sand Army, seemed much quieter.
[The weather is bad, the wind is strong, and it is difficult to control]
This was Rolf's sign language, and as expected, Wya frowned again.
"I knew there was going to be another war..." Ramon gritted his teeth and whispered in his ear: "There will definitely be nothing good to follow you... You are a prince, and you are a piece of cheese that attracts flies, and I really
Just an ordinary doctor..."
He shrank as far back as possible, away from Thales, but without leaving the protection of the large group of people.
The cunning doctor - Wyatt Castle, who was looking at him coldly, pressed the hilt of his sword tightly and snorted dissatisfied.
Thales ignored the doctor. His face was stiff and he looked at the encircling cavalry from the opposite side with complicated emotions.
It's not that he is too insensitive in the face of threats, but that he has experienced so many inexplicable threats since he left Yongxing City and headed north that when he encounters a similar situation again, his first reaction is no longer surprise and nervousness, but
Let out a long sigh:
What is it this time?
Can't we let him arrive at Longxiao City safely?
But - Thales forced himself to think about something logical - the army of more than 2,000 people in the Black Sand Territory was on guard duty and careful on the road, so why were they not alert to this group of uninvited guests?
Putilai said that the people coming across from him were all elites, but the escorts around him were also elite soldiers and generals from the Black Sand Territory, so there should be no need to worry too much...
Until a familiar voice came from the group of gray-clad and masked light-armored cavalry.
"Soldiers, lower your guard!"
It's Tuleha.
Thales breathed a sigh of relief.
The Black Sand Leader Fire Knight, one of Exter's five generals, Lord Tuleha, who set out for reconnaissance, appeared from the cavalry on the opposite side and stopped by the outermost campfire: "This is His Majesty Nunn's personal
The guards are the troops he sent to welcome the Star Prince’s envoy!”
"Old friend, it's not that I don't believe you, it's just that these days, it's always better to be cautious." Viscount Cambida drew out the sword from his waist and walked to the front row of the camp, escorted by a group of soldiers: "With the king?
Can anyone prove it?"
Cambida kept the unspoken words deep in her heart.
Even the subordinates of Grand Duke Heisha might have traitors, right?
The cavalrymen in gray reined in their horses and stopped in front of the camp.
Thales couldn't help but notice that their mounts looked quiet and calm in the face of the rude halting of the cavalry, not even neighing. The cavalry lined up in a line and stood neatly a stone's throw away from the camp, showing their performance.
Outstanding mobility and discipline.
Elite, right?
A brown-haired masked man in a white cloak rode out of the cavalry, and Tuleha followed him, riding all the way into the camp in the black sand collar.
"Well, I have seen these people when I was traveling before," Putilai saw clearly the figures of these elite cavalry. The deputy next to Thales took a deep breath: "Judging from their attire, it is true that
He is the king's bodyguard of Exeter."
Thales rolled his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, they shouldn't be enemies... not yet.
Beside him, the squire Huai Ya, who was born in the Terminator Tower, was obviously startled.
"You mean, the White Blade Guards?" Huaiya whispered:
"Compared to the elite of the Star Royal Guards, the White Blade Guards known as the Dragon Guards?"
Putilai nodded: "Remember the tavern owner named Kaslan a few days ago?"
"He was once the commander of the White Blade Guards."
Thales raised his head in shock and looked at Putilai.
The latter shook his head: "Why do you think his pub gathered so many retired soldiers?"
White Blade Guards.
The king's bodyguard, the dragon's bodyguard.
Old man Kaslan's old team.
Thales took this information into his heart and carefully observed the development of the situation.
The masked man rode in front of Cambida. He first glanced at the most trusted adviser of the Duke of Black Sand, and then looked sharply in the direction of the stars. His eyes paused for a moment on their cross and double-star flags.
Then he turned his head.
"As the captain of His Majesty Nunn's personal guard - I should be considered a member of the king, right?"
The cloaked man pulled down his hood, revealing a pale and chiseled face.
There was a weapon of unknown shape stuck behind his back, with a white handle protruding from the same snow-white cloak.
"Nicholai...it's you." Cambida saw the other person's appearance clearly, and his face became ugly.
The pale man in the cloak snorted coldly. He dismounted neatly in front of Cambida and threw a scroll printed with fire paint into Cambida's arms: "I brought the White Blade Guard to greet the Prince of the Stars...
If you have any questions, go see the king's warrant."
Cambida frowned and tore off the paint seal.
"I met them during the investigation - the White Blade Guards," Lord Tuleha, the fiery knight behind the cloaked man, dismounted immediately and said with a tense face: "It seems that His Majesty Nunn... really values this time.
Star Mission."
After reading the order, Cambida sighed. He put his sword back into its scabbard and at the same time ordered to the army of the Black Sand Territory:
"Alert lifted!"
"Let them in!"
The masked cavalry in gray cloaks, the White Blade Guards, rode into their campsite as if there were no one around. Although their faces were hidden under their hoods, their eyes looked sharp and fierce, staring fiercely at everyone in the campsite.
A person, whether it is the Exeter people in the Black Sand Territory or the Star People in the center of the camp.
"Mobilize an army of nearly two thousand people to protect this prince," the man in the white cloak walked towards the direction of the Star Mission. He looked at the situation in the surrounding camps and snorted: "Lumba is really a generous prince."
Listening to the sarcasm in his tone, Cambida and Tuleha both frowned.
"This is for the safety of His Highness the Prince, at least until he can see His Majesty Nunn safely," Cambida replied calmly: "We believe... there are people in Exeter who want the prince's life."
"According to the information we received, you Black Sand Leader surrounded and intercepted you in front of the fortress, and shot with magic guns..." The man tightened his cloak: "Yes, it seems that you really want to
Take his life."
Cambida was speechless for a moment.
"We will take over here," the man in the white cloak said unceremoniously: "As for your mission in the Black Sand Territory, it is over... Go back to where you should be - leading thousands of people into the lands of other lords.
This is not a good idea, especially with the extreme cold approaching soon."
"Rumba's ambition ends here... His Majesty will settle the score with him."
"The order given to us by the Grand Duke," Tuleha replied coldly, "is to protect the prince until Longxiao City... Even if he voluntarily follows you, we must follow him to Longxiao City."
"Whatever you want, you can follow if you want. The movement and supplies of two thousand people - it's not my money that is wasted anyway." The man knocked on the white handle behind him and said nonchalantly: "Next time, Tuleha
, let’s fight again.”
Tuleha snorted in dissatisfaction and unconsciously pressed the saber on his waist.
The man in the white cloak chuckled and continued walking towards Thales.
"By the order of His Majesty Nun Walton, the great co-king of the Kingdom of Exter and the successor of the hero Nekaru," surrounded by his subordinates, the man in the white cloak ignored the rest.
Others, he walked straight to Thales, lowered his head and looked at the only seven-year-old boy in the military camp, without even a trace of a smile on his pale face:
"Are you Thales Bright Star?"
Putilai's expression changed.
He felt the unkindness in the other person's tone.
Thales also noticed the coldness in the other person's eyes.
He frowned slowly.
Something isn't quite right.
But in the end, Thales just took a deep breath and showed a formula-like smile.
Putilai beside him frowned. He looked at Kambida and Tuleha, who looked unhappy but said nothing. He cleared his throat and said to the white-blade guards with unkind expressions: "
This is Thales Shining Star, the second prince of the Kingdom of Stars, under the command of His Majesty Kessel..."
However, before Putilai could finish speaking, he was interrupted rudely by a man in a white cloak.
"My name is Nicolai, the commander of the White Blade Guards," the man named Nicolai shook his head expressionlessly, lowered his head and said to Thales:
"A long time ago, people often said that the blood of the imperial family came from the gods, so it was a brilliant golden color. When it flowed out, it would even sparkle under the sun - so, is your blood also golden? Will it sparkle?
"
Nicolai.
Putilai and Huaiya seemed to have heard of this name.
Both he and the attendant looked at each other in shock.
Thales, on the other hand, chewed on Nicolai's words, somewhat confused.
Golden blood?
WTF?
"I don't know," Thales narrowed his smile: "After all, I haven't bled much."
"Or do you, the bodyguard of King Nun, really want to see me bleed?"
The second prince withstood the other party's words without flinching.
That's weird.
"Humph," Nicolai chuckled, and then his face immediately returned to coldness: "I also know a bright star, and you are really far from him."
Putilai took a deep breath.
Huaiya silently took a step closer to Thales, gritting his teeth and staring at Nicolai.
Thales turned to look at Putilai's reaction, his heart filled with doubts...and vigilance.
Who is this man?
And... Thales was slightly startled as he thought about his words.
Too far?
What does it mean.
"Bright Star?"
The second prince frowned. He looked at Nicolai's attire and remembered his identity as the king's personal guard. He asked cautiously: "Excuse me, are you talking about... Midir Shining Star? My uncle.
?”
"No, I'm talking about the light-tracing sword." Nicolai narrowed his eyes and stretched out his left hand, tapping his right shoulder. His face became even paler: "Twelve years ago, he struck a sword on my shoulder.
...Almost broke my shoulder blade."
Thales's face changed.
Another witness to the battlefield of Stars and Exeter in another bloody year.
It seems that he also suffered a lot of losses at the hands of Horace Bright Star.
His peripheral vision glanced at Cambida and Tuleha on the opposite side, and then at the surrounding Exters.
From attacking the supply line, attacking the battle lines of the three Archduke Exeter, stabbing Tuleha, and taking away the Immovable Bow, in the end, his soldiers even killed the former Archduke of Black Sand.
The grievances and grievances between Horace and the Exeters seem a bit too colorful.
How much similar "legacy" did Horace Shining Star, the "Light-tracing Sword", his second uncle leave to him in Exeter?
Thales could only cough lightly, maintain his unchanged smile, and nod: "I'm sorry."
Putilai on the side frowned tightly, and Thales also noticed that Tuleha behind Nikolai exhaled softly.
"No, there is nothing to regret." Nicolai said calmly: "Anyway, I am even with him."
Putilai gritted his teeth and cast a sharp look at the man in front of him.
This man...is he going to mention this when we first meet him?
Are you preparing to act as a deterrent?
Thales, who didn't know what was going on, was moved in his heart.
"Even?" He said carefully: "What do you mean?"
Putilai sighed - this made Thales feel extremely ominous.
"Ah," I saw a frightening cold light blooming in Nicolai's eyes:
"I killed him—right there on the battlefield at Lyman Pass."
Thales's expression froze at this moment.
Really bad.
He secretly said to himself.
"So we're even - Horace and I."
Nicolai's pale face showed a faint smile, and he raised his right hand and touched his left chest:
"Just like this, stab it, twist it again, and then pull it out diagonally..."
"You should have seen his expression before he died..."
Thales frowned and began to look at the commander of the White Blade Guard again.
The man who killed Horace.
Enemies of the Bright Star royal family.
"Final proof..."
Nicolai narrowed his eyes and exhaled softly:
"Even the Bright Star royal family, even the former imperial royal family, their blood is not golden... and when it spurts out..."
Nicolai licked the corners of his mouth, broke into a cold smile, looked down at Thales, and said slowly:
"They're all bright red."
Thales stared at the pale man with an ugly expression.
The other party's unabashedly aggressive gaze made him feel uncomfortable all over.
But now, as the Prince of the Stars, his best expression should be expressionless.
"Let me introduce it to you, His Highness Xingchen and everyone," Viscount Cambida let out a long sigh. He shook his head gently and took a step forward: "This is His Excellency Lord Serui Nicolai. We
One of Exeter's famous 'Five Warriors'."
"People call him..."
Cambida looked at the ugly faces of everyone in the stars, raised his eyebrows helplessly and said:
"'Meteor'."
Nicolai stared at Thales with burning eyes.
Like a hunter sizing up his prey.
Thales felt a slight chill in his heart.
Meteorite?
"Let's save the meaningless pleasantries, Imperial people," Nikolai said slowly: "From now on, we will escort you to Longxiao City."
Thales was stunned.
"Of course," the second prince looked at Nikolai in front of him and nodded lightly with complicated thoughts: "If this is His Majesty Nunn's wish."
But he was extremely uneasy in his heart.
King Nun actually sent such a person to greet him.
Thales suddenly had an ominous premonition about his future days in Longxiao City.
"Wait, according to the rules and etiquette," Putilai took a serious step forward: "Our envoys must meet the greeters from Exeter under formal conditions that match their status...
…”
"So much nonsense."
Nicolai interrupted the deputy envoy unceremoniously.
"I have no time to waste."
The next moment, Thales saw Nicolai look solemn and the cloak behind him trembled.
"Please believe me... This is for your safety, Your Highness, Prince." Serui Nicolai, the Fallen Star, this pale man snorted with a cold smile.
He pursed his lips towards the uncertain Thales Brightstar and ordered to the white-blade guards behind him: