Cohen and Miranda stepped on the snowy and muddy ground.
In winter, compared with the refined and regular market style of Yongxing City, the streets of Longxiao City appear casual and chaotic. The roads are sometimes curved and sometimes straight, with varying widths. The houses on both sides are stacked irregularly, with knots under the eaves.
There are sharp ice edges, and the snow that rolls down from time to time is piled on the sign. But Cohen feels that although the former is well-organized, it always gives people a cold and serious feeling, while the latter seems random and messy, but has its own kind of coordination.
Order is contained within it.
This feeling is especially obvious when you see the people in the Northland walking skillfully through the streets, working and living in the winding area.
Kai District is one of them.
A loud voice with a Northland accent could be heard from far away in the cold weather, accompanied by hearty laughter and curses from time to time. Northland men wrapped in thick winter coats and carrying loads of goods hurried back and forth, while women carried or
Holding the basket, he stopped from time to time to chat with various people on both sides. When bargaining, he was as fierce and aggressive as a man, while the children on the street ran happily in groups.
This chaotic and self-contained Northland character makes Cohen feel like he has returned to the desert, to the Western Front, to the Blade Tooth Dune Camp, that soldier, a criminal, a scumbag, a thug, and a desperate man.
A place of chaos where hunters, mercenaries, and adventurers gather. It is equally chaotic and messy, but it does not have the darkness, violence, and violence of the latter. It has more brightness, peace of mind, and a sense of philistinism and generosity amidst the noise.
Peaceful.
In this regard, Northlander Miranda Allend could only frown slightly - as a person accustomed to the seriousness of the Tower of the End and the orderliness of the stars, the lifestyle of her fellow Northlanders made her feel particularly uncomfortable.
A group of soldiers from Longxiao City walked towards the street. The leader greeted the civilians around him from time to time.
"It's the Order Officer," Cohen whispered. "There are not many outsiders in the Armor District. We are already very conspicuous. We need to find a place to hide."
Miranda nodded slightly, turned on her heels, and she and Cohen moved naturally and skillfully to an alley between the two houses, cutting into these narrow areas and continuing to search for their target.
His short career as a police officer gave the workaholic Cohen rich experience in patrolling and searching in the city. He skillfully followed the exterior walls of houses, looking for possible hiding places from time to time.
Miranda looked at the deserted alley in front of her, listened to the still noisy voices in the neighborhood, and frowned: "Where is the place Gu mentioned?"
"It should be nearby," Cohen mused as he searched: "What we need to do is confirm which of these houses is..."
At this moment, the two of them were stunned at the same time.
Then they all turned their heads.
I saw a frivolous person appearing in the alley where they were.
He walked slowly towards the two of them.
Cohen showed doubts, and Miranda's pupils shrank.
This is a young northern man with a sad face, slightly dark complexion, and wearing a dirty and torn robe.
An ordinary poor man in Longxiao City.
The young man seemed to have encountered some setback or sadness. He walked toward them with his head lowered and his eyes dull as if he had not seen them.
In the alley, Cohen and Miranda looked at each other, staggered, and made room for this young poor man in tattered clothes.
The latter passed between them.
The moment he passed the two people.
"Hey you!"
Under Cohen's questioning gaze, Miranda suddenly turned around and called out to the man.
The young poor man was stunned and turned around in confusion.
"Are you going to kill someone secretly?" Miranda narrowed her eyes and said slowly.
"What? Kill what?" The young man's face became even more confused.
Cohen frowned.
Miranda will never make a mistake without aim.
"If it wasn't for the secret assassination," Miranda's eyes flashed, she twitched her chin and raised her eyebrows and said, "Then why do you need to carefully cover the sword at your waist under your clothes...
…”
"Still pretending to walk normally?"
The young man's expression froze.
Cohen's breathing suddenly hitched.
He looked at the opponent's waist, but could not find any protruding place to prove that this person had weapons under his robes.
"I don't understand, what's the point of bringing a sword with you..." the young man complained with confusion and dissatisfaction.
But he was quickly interrupted by Miranda.
"Stop pretending," Miranda slowly pressed the hilt of the sword on her waist, her expression becoming serious: "Where I have been for the past three years, I have to deal with a dozen spies, scouts, spies and smugglers who cross the border every day.
"
The young man's originally distracted eyes began to focus.
Cohen moved his steps tacitly and blocked the other side of the young man.
In this narrow alley, blocked from both sides, he had nowhere to escape.
"Do you know what these people above have in common with you?" The daughter of the Allender family shook her head mockingly: "That is - they all think they are good at hiding things."
The young man slowly straightened up, his expression getting colder and colder.
Miranda sighed: "I thought that as long as their eyes were calm and their expressions were calm, others wouldn't be able to detect their intentions."
Cohen chuckled.
God, Miranda's observation skills are definitely more suitable for the job of vigilance officer than him.
No matter how hard you try, you won't be able to access the Kingdom's Secret Department.
Thinking of the secret department and Raphael who was in the secret department, Cohen's mood suddenly sank again.
"Don't be impulsive, sir," Cohen, who was in a bad mood, put his sword on the hilt and said in a deep voice: "We just want to confirm something - it is not suitable to draw a sword in this alley."
"What a pity," the young man also sighed regretfully: "If you could give me just one more second to reach the most appropriate position..."
The next moment, the battle begins.
The young man's right elbow shot back like an arrow from a string, and with the sound of wind, it instantly hit Cohen's head!
Cohen's pupils moved.
Calmly, he did not retreat but advanced. He raised his left hand and used the side of his arm to deflect the opponent's elbow.
"Boom!" This was the dull sound of elbows clashing.
The two of them trembled at the same time, feeling the bones in their hands shake violently.
The blond security officer's expression remained unchanged, and he reached out with his right hand, preparing to grab the opponent's back elbow.
But the next second, the young man's right hand swung and hit the side of Cohen's left arm. He pushed hard and used the strength of the latter's forward thrust to rush out!
The elbow strike just now was a feint - Cohen's eyes gathered: the opponent's target was Miranda.
The young man's figure flicked towards Miranda.
At the same time, he kicked out his right leg violently and attacked the black-haired female swordsman!
With a cold face, Miranda turned around instantly and pressed her back against the wall of the house.
Get out of the way of the opponent's fierce offensive.
But her left leg was already hanging in the air and she lifted it up.
The next moment, Miranda tapped her toes seemingly casually.
But just in time, he kicked the enemy's roaring right leg on the side!
The young man looked surprised and instantly lost his balance.
He quickly put his left hand against the wall to steady his body.
But the wind came from the back of his head - Cohen's heavy punch had already attached to his back.
The muscles all over the young man's body trembled, and he gritted his teeth and turned around.
"boom!"
Cohen's heavy punch collided with the young man's right palm in the air!
But Cohen was the one who took the initiative and had an obvious advantage. The young man who hurriedly took the punch shuddered and took a step back.
On the other side, Miranda's knife had already struck his neck.
At the critical moment, the young man quickly turned around, revealing a sword hilt with a brass weight ball under the robe around his waist.
A force exploded in the young man's body, allowing him to instantly explode with amazing joint muscle strength and dodge Miranda's swift knife!
The next moment, a short and nimble half-hand sword was unsheathed as the young man turned around, and struck Cohen vertically from top to bottom in the narrow alley.
Cohen's sword was too long and could not be used in the back alleys. As a last resort, the security officer could only use the half-unsheathed blade to block the opponent's vertical chop.
"clang!"
Cohen's expression changed.
A familiar violent wave struck from the opponent's sword.
Cohen instinctively activated the power of termination.
The glory of the stars immediately rose from the vigilance officer's body, repelling the violent force.
At the same time, Cohen's arm muscle strength increased rapidly, and his long sword trembled violently, shaking away the opponent's sword.
The enemy seemed surprised by Cohen's calmness and decisiveness in the face of his power, but he did not hesitate after missing a single blow - Miranda's footsteps had already sounded behind him.
The next second, the enemy jumped up on the spot, kicked his legs twice on the walls on both sides, climbed over Cohen's head, and quickly flew out after landing.
He wants to escape!
Cohen gritted his teeth and turned around, flicking his right arm to get rid of the sting and numbness caused by the penetration of power.
The alert officer immediately started to chase the opponent's figure!
"Is it him!" Miranda also started running, following closely behind Cohen.
The running young man made a sharp turn and entered another deeper alley.
"Swear on my life!" Cohen followed the figure in front of him. He turned too sharply and hit the wall head-on.
But the vigilance officer with a strong physique ignored it and stood up to follow without hesitation, shouting urgently while running: "That's the kind of finishing power!"
"Don't forget the mission!" Miranda in the back looked cold. She jumped with her legs dexterously, clasped a window edge at the corner with her right hand, and her body swung through the sharp bend like a swing.
She landed, rolled, stood up, and ran out, all in one movement, reminding her companions in the continuous chase:
"Investigate rather than fight! The Order Officer is still on patrol!"
In the narrow alley, a two-person-high earthen wall appeared in front of the running young man.
But he seemed to have anticipated the terrain. When he was still far away, he jumped up quickly, stepping on the left wall first, and then the right wall.
With the help of pedaling back and forth, the young man climbed over the earth wall like a spider.
Although Cohen was tall, his speed was comparable to that of an elite scout. He stood behind the young man and jumped up, grabbing the wall with his upper arms.
With his face flushed, Cohen's upper arm muscles suddenly exerted force, like a terrifying black-headed giant ape, pulling himself over the earth wall, turning over and landing to pursue again!
"Be careful of the trap!" Miranda, who followed closely, turned to the right side of the narrow alley, and a rhythmic power rose from her body: "He is waiting for us there on purpose!"
Different from the young people who use force from left to right, she was light and took six steps in succession on one side of the wall. Her body tilted, her speed did not slow down, but her height climbed steadily, and finally she passed the earth wall as if she were walking on flat ground!
"We have to chase the traps!" Cohen frowned during the high-speed chase. He gritted his teeth and cherished his words: "Just intercept him in advance!"
"Give it a try on the back of your head! Safe, low-key, and efficient!"
The young man kept his body low and rushed through the three upward steps. After passing two stunned Northland residents, he quickly turned into a deserted alley.
Cohen came in a hurry, climbed three steps at a time, said "sorry" and unceremoniously pushed aside two Northland residents, and squeezed into the alley.
Damn...how can this kid run away so well?
"I'll intercept him!" Cohen felt the loss of his strength and shouted: "You go and intercept!"
Miranda, who had a tacit understanding with Cohen, did not answer, nor did she follow him into the alley.
After she stepped on the three steps, the final power called "Pegasus Movement" burst out from her body again, and she jumped up on the spot.
It's time to take a shortcut.
In the astonished eyes of the two Northland residents, Miranda jumped into the air, deftly grabbed a protruding clothes-drying rod, swung forward nimbly, stretched out her hand in the air, grabbed a window edge at the height of three floors, and swung it between the two sides.
With the help of kicking his legs, he quickly climbed up to the roof!
Then she ran non-stop towards the two people who were chasing each other in the alley, making twists and turns, and took the shortcut to the roof and ran in a straight line!
The young man quickly swept out of an alley and entered an open space between three houses. Cohen followed closely and ran in with gritted teeth.
At this moment, Miranda's figure leaped out of the air!
Miranda held onto the hilt of the sword with a determined expression, knowing that she would fall into the open space, two meters in front of the young man.
A perfect interception.
But then the accident happened.
At a certain moment when she jumped off the roof, Miranda had a chill all over her body!
An extremely ominous premonition of danger instantly enveloped her mind.
Without thinking, Miranda unsheathed the sword in an instant, turned around, stretched out her hand, and stabbed backwards and downwards!
The sword blade pierced the roof platform that had just jumped out from behind, stopping Miranda's castration again.
In a second, the young man and Cohen both disappeared into another alley.
Miranda hung on the hilt of the sword with one hand, and her lower body swung up with the inertia. When her feet reached the highest point, a cold sword light cut out from the side!
It barely skimmed Miranda's boots.
Miranda was covered in cold sweat.
Fortunately, I stopped the castration in time.
otherwise……
She watched the sharp sword light fall into the open space along with its owner after cutting through the air.
The owner of the sword light—a middle-aged man with short, neat hair—slowly stood up in the open space.
Miranda put one hand on the roof, drew out the sword blade, and dropped it to the ground.
She looked at the middle-aged man in front of her with a heavy expression.
A master above the super level... She can judge the strength of the enemy in front of her.
"The Sword of Disaster." Miranda stood up and said calmly while catching her breath: "We finally meet."
The middle-aged man didn't answer.
He just looked at Miranda with a dead look on his face.
"Is this a trap you specially set?" Miranda observed her opponent carefully, trying to find any available information and intelligence: "But... why are there only the two of you?"
"Are you so confident?"
The middle-aged man shook his head slowly.
"The Sword of Disaster? Although it's not the first time I've heard it, it's really ironic to be called that."
He turned sideways and showed the strange sword in his hand.
It was supposed to be an ordinary long sword, but the spine of the sword was hollowed out, creating a hollow slot out of thin air. It started from the middle of the sword and extended directly to the tip of the sword, occupying about one-third of the length of the sword.
.
Miranda narrowed her eyes: It is very common to dig grooves on the sword - the grooves on the sword are not dug for bleeding, but just to reduce weight, so they are dug from the root to the sword.
Stop midway.
But there are two differences in the middle-aged man's sword: First, his sword has a completely hollow slot, which will undoubtedly significantly reduce the weight, but it will also lead to a decrease in the quality of the sword body; second, the slot is from
The tip of the sword began to dig up and ended in the middle of the sword, indicating that it was most likely a blood groove forged for the purpose of bleeding.
To achieve these two points, the swordsmith also needs to have extremely high forging skills - Miranda asked herself that she could only find such superb swordsmiths in the Tower of the End and among the elves and dwarves.
"You are very good," the middle-aged man said in a hoarse voice with an indifferent expression, "You are actually able to find your way here from the Kingdom of Stars."
"It seems that the Tower of the End has also made progress."
Do they know we are Star People?
Miranda was acutely aware that something was wrong.
How were we exposed?
Is it true, as Kaslan said, that in the eyes of experts, our origins are invisible?
"So, why did you become the lackeys of a certain Archduke Exeter?" Miranda was not in a hurry to draw her sword, but tried to continue collecting intelligence - this was what the Flower of the Fortress had ordered her to do.
The most important thing for a commander to insist on is to know yourself and your enemy.
"You actually assassinated the prince of the stars for them? What good does this do to you?" Miranda continued to test: "Aside from taking over the Tower of the End, what is your purpose? The throne of Exeter? The throne of the stars? Or is it?
A war between the two?”
"Our purpose?" The middle-aged man's expression was still indifferent and calm: "Throne, war?"
His words revealed disdain and coldness: "Such a short-sighted goal has no right to be within our field of vision."
"Even taking over the Tower of the End is just a simple effort for us to follow the trend."
Miranda frowned fiercely.
Not for the throne, not for war... Then what are they doing, lurking in the Black Sand Territory, and assassinating the Star Prince with the help of magic guns?
It’s not for justice!
"It seems that you have been entrenched here for a long time," Miranda's heart sank, and she decided to find another method: "Even the arms black market in Longxiao City and even the magic gun troops in the Black Sand Territory can penetrate."
"It's been exposed anyway, why don't you use a few to deal with us?"
"Magic gun?" The middle-aged man raised his sword gently, not paying attention to Miranda's words: "As a swordsman, you'd better focus on your sword... no matter how powerful those weapons are."
Miranda let out a breath.
Damn it.
Watertight.
"Draw out your swords. We come from the same origin, but we are destined to be enemies," the middle-aged man said calmly: "We have five minutes to resolve the battle before the order officer and the soldiers arrive."
It seems that there is nothing more to ask.
Miranda took a deep breath, turned her wrist, lowered her body, and seriously raised her hands.
unless.
Capture him alive.
or.
kill him.
The two approached slowly, Miranda let go of her senses, and the Pegasus music slowly rose.
To feel the opponent's fighting rhythm - like countless previous battles, Miranda told herself this time.
However, just the next second.
Sword light flashes!
Miranda's pupils dilated instantly!
"Wow!"
There was no rhythm at all for her to feel.
because……
In Miranda's shocked eyes, the middle-aged man's sword instantly crossed the distance of five steps!
Before she could react.
It penetrated her left breast.
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Cohen, who was chasing with all his strength, turned a corner and found that the young man had stopped in the alley ahead and stopped running.
The security officer stepped on the ground with three steps and stopped abruptly.
Cohen held the hilt of his sword and adjusted his breathing.
"It seems," a smile appeared on the young man's face: "The swordsmen of the Tower of the End are not very good..."
Miranda did not follow.
Cohen's heart trembled.
Was she intercepted?
Cohen took a deep breath and quickly calmed down.
There are two battlefields separated.
"So," Cohen looked solemnly at the young man who seemed to be well-rested: "You knew in advance that we were coming?"
Genuinely super high-end.
And...so young.
"Of course," the young man smiled softly and shook his head contentedly: "Otherwise, do you think you can find us by yourself?"
"We want to be found by you, that's all."
Cohen frowned.
He touched the hilt of the sword at his waist: "Gu, did that Far Eastern man betray us?"
Oops, this damn alley is too narrow.
Drawing a sword is very disadvantageous.
"Not really, we paid him enough money before," the young man slowly drew out his half-sword that was flexible in the alley, "We agreed that once someone comes to inquire about our existence..."
The young man shrugged, showing a "you know" expression.
"Oh?" Cohen's eyes did not leave the other person's shoulders and legs, his tone was calm and his words were calm: "We also paid him."
"Really? That must be the tip you gave me," the young man grinned, took a step forward, and raised his sword flat: "It's not enough."
Cohen sneered and opened his hands.
The terrain is too narrow, and horizontal slashing and diagonal slashing will be at a disadvantage.
It seems that we have no choice but to review the swordsmanship taught by one of the inheritors, Kuradel, a long time ago.
I hope I haven't forgotten it yet.
"So, this is our first contact in the past forty years," the young man snorted, getting closer and closer to him: "Is this the first contact between the inheritance in the tower and the inheritance outside the tower?"
"The Tower of Ending and the Sword of Disaster? Of course not," Cohen carefully recalled the previous battles, thinking of the red and black swordsman on Red Square Street, and calmly replied: "I saw it in the stars a month or two ago.
A companion of yours... He and I are the recipients of this honor."
The young man's eyes became solemn, his smile disappeared, and his feet stopped.
"So you are the one who killed Gulaton." He said calmly.
"Not entirely," Cohen moved cautiously: "I only take half of the credit... maybe less than half."
The two people's eyes collided in the air.
"Did you know?" The young man took a step to the left and said with profound meaning: "The Tower of the End is the orthodox successor of the Knights Temple. It is the most dazzling and noble existence in the War of the End except for a few heroes. It plays a vital role in the survival of mankind.
And fight. After the war, in order to prevent the magician from coming back one day, he worked even more diligently and painstakingly maintained the inheritance and development of the power of termination for hundreds of years."
"You want to tell me the history of the Terminator Tower?" Cohen responded with a sneer: "Just because you are the traitors of the Terminator Tower?"
"Betrayal?" The young man shook his head and laughed.
"Do you know how we defeated the magician back then?" He looked at Cohen with increasingly sharp eyes: "Those legendary beings that never die, never grow old, never get weak, and never die?
"
"They are immortal, but they have the greatest weakness. At this weakness, the magician cannot even withstand a light blow." Cohen gradually found the best position to take action.
"And the warriors holding legendary anti-magic weapons opened the way with the power of termination that can resist magic energy, with the will to die..." Cohen's expression was normal and unwavering: "The common people may not know, but the power of the termination tower
We, however, are very clear about it.”
"Legendary anti-magic weapons? The ultimate power to resist magic energy? Haha..." The young man laughed, and suddenly his face turned cold: "No, you don't know."
"You are living in the shameless lie of the Tower of Termination - the ordinary power of termination cannot resist the magic energy at all," the young man said solemnly: "And the legendary anti-magic armed force? Do you think that before it was invented, it would not be able to resist magic energy at all?"
How do we resist and survive against such an immortal existence?"
"Hmph," Cohen's eyes became sharper. He didn't care at all about the other party's words, but actively targeted every flaw in the enemy: "The last Sword of Disaster I encountered didn't talk as much nonsense as you."
The next moment, the young man moved his steps and stabbed out with half a sword!
That violent final force burst out from this young man's body, and the edge of the half-sword in his hand flashed instantly!
Unexpectedly, he couldn't feel the point of the sword - Cohen gritted his teeth suddenly.
Does the opponent's finishing power change the path of the sword, block perception, or speed up the sword?
Oops!
"Ding!"
At the last moment, Cohen relied on his instincts and intuition developed on the battlefield to stop the sword.
The sword in his hand was pressed against Cohen's sword, only two inches away from his throat.
But what's even more terrifying is the opponent's finishing power.
Compared with the swordsman on Hongfang Street, this young man's finishing power was as violent as before, but it had an unbearable tingling feeling.