The long night is about to end - the sky in the east is already gleaming.
After the disaster, Thales weakly leaned on a collapsed low wall to avoid the sparse falling snow. He lazily looked at the sky, and scenes from this wonderful night flashed through his mind.
Tiredness, fatigue and hunger tortured his body and mind at the same time, as if every cell in his body was protesting against his master's overwork.
The cold wind howling around him, coupled with the crushing gravel under his butt, made him feel an absurd sense of familiarity.
This reminded Thales of the days when he was struggling for life in the fraternity: those days when he was competing with Quaid, wild dogs, 'fat sheep', and the children in other houses.
He couldn't help but sneer.
Thales, who was sleepy and tired, drooped his eyelids and yawned inelegantly. He turned his head sleepily and looked at the little slipper who was also leaning on the low wall.
I saw this sloppy little girl who was distracted, carefully holding the black-rimmed glasses in her hand, looking anxious and worrying about gains and losses.
He couldn't help but frown.
"Don't worry, just put it on."
Thales couldn't help but lazily said: "If she really cared, she would have swallowed you up just now."
How can I snort and tease you?
Little Slippery turned his head hesitantly, looking like he was about to cry, and looked at Thales aggrievedly.
She still had a pair of red and swollen eyes narrowed, her face was dirty, and her platinum-blonde hair was speckled with black and white.
Thales looked funny.
Little Huantou twitched her nose, she flattened her mouth and said weakly: "But...but..."
Thales sighed.
While the little slippery man was still saying "but" with a worried look on his face, Thales suddenly reached out his hand and took the glasses out of the girl's hand without any explanation.
"Ah! Wait," Little Slippery was slightly startled. She turned towards Thales and stretched out her hand: "Be careful not to fall..."
However, before the little slipper could react, Thales opened his glasses and put them on the girl's head with a "swish".
The little naughty face trembled slightly in Thales's hand. It wasn't until Thales' fingers touched her ear and fixed the frame of the glasses that she reacted with an "ah".
The squinted eyes of the little naughty boy opened up again behind the black-framed lenses.
She stared blankly at Thales, not even reacting when the latter ruffled her messy hair like a kitten.
"Okay," Thales breathed out happily and raised his eyebrows: "If that lady really comes to you to settle the score for her old glasses, you should tell her - it's that bad Thales...
Canxing forced you."
The little slipper blinked his eyes, pouted his mouth, and wanted to speak several times, but in the end he relaxed and looked at Thales helplessly.
Thales burst out laughing.
A few seconds later, the little slippery boy who looked at Thales's smile in bewilderment was also infected by the atmosphere and couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth: "She might go to the stars to find you..."
Of course - Thales laughed and thought to himself: It would be great if the Sky Queen really came back to find him.
The dragon's last words made him feel uneasy.
When he thought of this, Thales's face suddenly darkened.
A Dragonic name, right?
Dragon language.
He sighed and closed his eyes.
Father Kessel...
What did you do when you were young and ignorant?
Little Huantou felt his emotions, she blinked her eyes, imitated Taylor's behavior just now, and stretched out her hand to hold his wrist.
"It's okay..." Little Huitou tried his best to pretend to be serious: "It's over."
Thales opened his eyes.
He suppressed his worries and gave her a reassuring smile.
The prince leaned back and looked up at the majestic statue of Nekaru holding a gun on the cliff in the sky not far away.
But this time, looking at this legendary hero dancing with dragons, Thales couldn't help but curl his lips without any seriousness.
Dragon Knight.
hehe.
At this moment, a group of footsteps suddenly came from the distance.
"quick!"
"Right there!"
Thales exhaled in the ruins and smiled tiredly at the frightened little slippery man: "They are here."
However, he secretly had a headache.
Oops.
This night...how to explain it?
The sky is slightly bright.
A group of people holding immortal lamps and torches appeared in front of them.
Lying dejectedly in the ruins, Thales saw an old but vigorous figure in military uniform holding a sword, approaching them, surrounded by more than a dozen elite soldiers in gray cloaks and masked armor.
"It seems like our guest from the stars is having a great time?"
Exeter and the ruler of Longxiao City, the majestic Nun VII, frowned and looked at the two embarrassed children in front of him, and said in an old voice: "You are also bringing my granddaughter?"
Thales took a deep breath and struggled to get up - the little slipper had stood up nervously at the first moment - patted the dust and frost and snow on his body, and while thinking quickly, he said nonchalantly: "Yes.
Ah, Longxiao City provided us with a lot of happy moments tonight."
King Nun's expression changed, and he looked playful: "Tiles Brightstar...you have nothing to explain to me?"
The members of the White Blade Guard beside him had solemn faces and stood motionless behind the king.
Thales was thinking rapidly.
He glanced at the little slipper behind him. The girl seemed to have an insurmountable fear of King Nun. She shivered when she saw him and curled up as hard as she could to avoid the king's gaze.
You have to find a valid reason.
"A madman kidnapped us," Thales touched his head and lamented in pain: "Then... you saw what it did."
King Nun glanced around at the miserable situation in the shield area. In the dim firelight, there was an irreversible gloom on his old face.
He looked at Thales again, and the darkness and fatigue hidden in his eyes made the latter feel suffocated: "Why? Why did the disaster kidnap you?"
Thales showed a look of utter misfortune and sighed helplessly and disgustedly.
"We had an enmity before we arrived at Exeter... It was related to a vampire named Serena in the Corleone family." Thales raised his head and without hesitation, turned the ambitious, scheming and vicious
The lady betrayed the old king: "The disaster seems to be using her for something... Maybe they hate our two countries and also hate the royal family."
"Bloodlines?"
King Nuen took a deep breath, snorted as if he was sneering, and looked at him: "I will let the dark room start to investigate."
Facing the king's thoughtful eyes, Thales showed a harmless and tired smile.
King Nun seemed to have finally noticed their embarrassing appearance, and raised his eyebrows: "It seems that you are having a great time."
Little Huitou shivered for a while.
Taylor spread his hands calmly: "As you can see."
"Yes, it's not every day that you can see the hydra ravaging Longxiao City, and it's not every day that you can see the Queen of the Sky returning to the North."
The old king shook his head with a profound expression.
Thales frowned slightly, a little worried.
I hope I can slip back to the stars before they find anything.
King Nun VII waved his hand, and a nobleman who looked like a bureaucrat came forward behind him. King Nunn said something in his ear. The nobleman nodded and wrote hurriedly in the manuscript.
The bureaucrat who delivered the order took the order and left, while the old king led the white-bladed guards and continued walking forward in the empty streets.
Thales and Little Slippery followed behind under the escort of the White Blade Guards.
"Speaking of which, Your Majesty Nunn," Thales took the water bag handed by a white-blade guard with an unkind expression and deliberately changed the subject: "How is the loss of Longxiao City?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw King Nun's fist clenched slightly.
"you saw it."
"Look at this scene, it's like being plowed by a war," the old king's old voice revealed a sense of exhaustion and sadness: "The disaster of a bitch."
Thales tilted his head and blinked.
"I just lost the entire shield area," King Nunn frowned. He stepped over a collapsed beam and inspected the damage in the shield area with an ugly expression: "Less than 30% of the people inside have been evacuated.
...As for other urban areas, they have not been greatly affected..."
Thales breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good."
At least, he and Black Sword acted in time.
"That's good...that's good?"
The old king murmured and repeated Thales' words.
He looked at the severed leg exposed under the rubble, sighed, and looked at Thales calmly.
The dozen or so elite guards around the king looked unhappy.
The prince who was drinking water couldn't help but choked.
The little naughty boy next to him lowered his head as low as possible, almost as if he wanted to burrow into the ground.
While Thales kept coughing, King Nunn took a deep breath and scanned the surrounding ruins: "You know, to deal with that disaster, we cannot mobilize the army..."
The old king's eyelids drooped slightly, and his old face showed the exhaustion beyond his capabilities. His tone was calm, but it was chilling for no reason: "We can only change the white-blade guards into anti-demon weapons and divide them into small teams to intercept the monster. Many small teams are now
No returns yet—probably heavy losses.”
The White Blade Guards unconsciously quickened their breathing.
"Nicolai and Grivet responded to the enemy alone with weapons. As a result, the disaster disappeared, but there is no news about them until now..."
Thales stared, watching a soldier beside him take back the water bag unceremoniously.
King Nun kicked open a wooden plank, and his plain and sad words continued.
"Many people saw the multi-headed snake, and panic spread. The entire Longxiao City was in chaos. We had to evacuate adjacent areas, such as Kai District. The evacuated residents crowded other districts into chaos.
."
"For this reason, we even had to open the city gate to evacuate the crowd. There was chaos in the middle of the night," the old man's breathing became heavier and heavier: "The patrol team was too busy just to suppress the robbers..."
"If the Sky Queen hadn't suddenly appeared and appeased some people, I might have become the first king in Exeter's history to recruit an army to suppress the civilians in the capital."
King Nun's face was calm, his eyes were sad, and his tone was heavy.
"The officials are extremely busy, dealing with the questioning of countless nobles and vassals, in case some hot-headed guy pulls a group of people from the city or outside the city to bring disaster..."
King Nun lamented: "Thanks to last night's banquet, a large number of people were drunk, otherwise they would have been even busier."
"And I still have four grand dukes, huddled in the Palace of Heroes, waiting to see their joke of raising the king together."
Having said this, King Nun gave an ugly laugh, and the wrinkles on his face became deeper and deeper: "Yes, there is also a prince from an enemy country, taking my granddaughter to wander the streets in the middle of the night."
Thales shrugged awkwardly: "I'm sorry too."
"Coupled with these miscellaneous aftermath arrangements..."
King Nun ignored his words, but shook his head with a complicated expression and exhaled a long breath: "Can you imagine?"
There was a deathly sadness in the king's eyes.
"Countless people died, families were destroyed, the wounded needed treatment, the city was destroyed, property was lost for no reason, and a huge amount of money had to be spent out of thin air..."
"The chaos needs to be restored to order, the panic and angry crowds, the rumors and rumors in the streets, the accusations and blame behind the backs of the ignorant people..."
"The nobles who pretended to express condolences and their requests for tax exemptions in the name of relief were actually self-enriching, the inevitable doubts and hesitations of the vassals and the army, the small actions of other grand dukes, the envoys sent by the temple and various countries to investigate, and the foreign spies who were ready to take action...
…”
"The caravans who will definitely be scared off for at least a month after hearing the news, as well as the prices that are about to rise again, and the sharp decrease in labor force, will definitely affect the grain production in the coming year..."
Every time he spoke, King Nun's face became darker.
Thales also felt heavy.
"And the extreme cold is coming again..." The old king sighed in disappointment: "Since the assassination of Morar... this year has been another sad winter..."
Thales looked at King Nunn's face and his heart sank.
He looked at the ruins around him, glancing at the corpses that were exposed from time to time.
Especially when I think that the two magic masters fought for themselves, which led to this...
"I'm very sorry."
Thales was in a low mood, and there was a deep sadness in his words.
King Nuen looked at him quietly without saying a word.
At that moment, Thales felt that Nunn VII had deep sadness and exhaustion on his face.
After a few seconds, the old king took a deep breath.
"you know……"
"Sometimes, I really admire you stars," the king said with a deep sense of helplessness and powerlessness:
"At least you have a 'virtuous king'."
Thales was stunned and raised his head in confusion: "Huh?"
A wise king?
Like Kessel?
Thales rolled his eyes, "I don't understand" written all over his face.
But King Nuen just shook his head indifferently and snorted: "Forget it."
"Martial law will continue for a while... some secrets cannot be made public," he said calmly: "Before that, let's take a look at what this disaster has left for us."
King Nun continued to walk forward in a depressed mood. Thales, who was confused, could only scratch his head and follow behind in confusion.
Lights and fires illuminated everything on the road: countless ruins and countless corpses, which made the group of people feel even heavier.
The ruins left by the rampant hydras, the holes dug out by their tentacles, and the people who died from suffocation, everything you see is a tragedy.
"These sons of bitches..."
King Nun's expression remained unchanged, and his words remained calm.
Just like what happened before could not shake his mood at all.
"Disaster..."
However, Thales could hear the unforgettable hatred in his words:
"The final battle, hehe, the final battle..."
King Nuen showed a helpless smile and said slowly: "Why didn't you kill them..."
"Kill them all."
Thales was shocked.
King Nun suddenly stopped in his steps: "Is this where the Queen of the Sky descends?"
They were standing on the edge of a wide pit that was obviously different from other places.
Thales looked at a pit that was obviously made by giant claws and frowned slightly: "Yes."
Little Hua Tou blinked and touched his glasses with some worry.
King Nuen's expression changed: "Did she speak to you?"
Thales took a deep breath and couldn't help but think of the Sky Queen's words: "Yes, she said..."
"Wait a minute," the old king stopped Thales, and at the same time stared at the little slicker with a sharp look, frightening the latter: "Let's talk about it when we get back."
King Nun put his hands behind his back and looked towards the high sky. Against the background of the slightly bright sky, he looked up at the statue of Nekaru on the cliff of the sky, with a complex expression on his face.
"Six hundred years have passed," King Nuen said with a hint of sadness on his face: "That giant dragon will finally come to the world again when disaster occurs."
Thales couldn't help but notice that the old king called the Sky Queen "that giant dragon" instead of the honorific title "Her Majesty Croxis".
The old king suddenly laughed.
"you know……"
"Even three hundred years ago, Longxiao City suffered heavy casualties under King Nightwing's Eastern Continent Allied Forces, with no troops and food supplies, and when it was about to be defeated," Nun VII lowered his head and stared directly at Thales:
"The dragon didn't even show up."
"It's like this isn't the country she built with her lover."
After a night of chaos, Thales, whose mind was already a little fuzzy, stared, confused.
King Nuen raised his head and said in a complicated tone:
"What does Exeter, and Longxiao City, mean to her? What does Nekaru, her husband, mean to her?"
"What does the end of the battle mean?"
"And we, the Exeters, claim to be the children of the north wind and the dragon... hum, the children of the dragon?"
King Nuen sneered, his laughter full of sarcasm:
"Really?"
Thales noticed that when King Nunn was sighing with emotion, Little Slippery's eyes moved, as if he had something to say.
But she seemed to think of something immediately, her face showed a fearful expression, and she finally lowered her head again.
"We stars also call ourselves the successors of the empire, don't we?" Thales couldn't help but said: "But we are not the empire after all."
King Nun lowered his head suddenly and locked his eyes on Thales.
The oppressive feeling emanating from those piercing eyes made the second prince feel a little uncomfortable.
After a long while, the old king glanced at the little slippery head and said calmly
"You protected her, right? In that kind of danger, protected my granddaughter?"
Thales and Little Huitou were both startled. The latter subconsciously looked at Thales and leaned closer.
"I can tell," King Nuen's expression remained unchanged, staring at Little Slippery Head motionlessly, making her even more nervous: "The way she looks at you is different."
"Um, this," Thales touched his head, feeling the little naughty boy hiding behind him, and said with some embarrassment, "People should always help each other."
King Nun stared at him for three seconds without saying a word.
Three seconds later, King Nuen showed an intriguing expression and said playfully: "You know, I reconsidered your words later."
Thales' hand that was touching his head suddenly paused.
He was a little surprised.
how?
"We are not born accustomed to intrigues and shrewd calculations," King Nunn said with a calm expression, but his words revealed his age and calmness: "Perhaps, for the storm that Walton is about to face, the best thing to rely on is not to weigh the pros and cons and fight for power.
It is not the back-and-forth, short-sighted considerations of the sophisticated nobles who advance and retreat cautiously, nor is it a power game in which chips are moved back and forth."
The king raised his head and looked at the statue above his head: "It is the glory that once shone on heroes, but we have lost it for too long."
Thales looked at the surrounding guards with some confusion, but they just scanned the surroundings with alert eyes, waiting for the king quietly.
"A real hero - such as Nekaru," King Nunn stared at the statue of the Dragonrider King and sighed: "Maybe he really has something in him that makes people obey orders without hesitation and follow them willingly without any hesitation.
Go to death without disobedience and sacrifice without regrets."
"Perhaps it was that dazzling brilliance that established Exeter, that brilliance that made the giant dragon willing to follow him," King Nun's face dimmed immediately: "It also made the giant dragon look after the descendants with his blood.
Disdainful and unable to escape from the world."
Thales's heart moved and he couldn't help blurting out: "Kings do not respect blood."
The scar on his chest was aching again.
King Nuen moved slightly and showed him a deep and subtle smile.
"I said, you have a 'virtuous king'." He said calmly.
Thales frowned again.
But the next moment, a wave of irritation arose in his heart.
"call out--"
Under the slightly bright sky, Thales subconsciously raised his head.
The guards around the king were much faster than Thales. They had experienced hundreds of battles and instinctively felt something. They all raised their heads.
There seems to be something falling down from the cliff in the sky.
The sound of "whisping" wind came faintly.
The king frowned.
"What is that?" King Nun narrowed his eyes.
Thales immediately stared.
The sins of the Hell River flooded into his eyes like a tide.
What fell from the cliff in the sky was a gray thing.
Thales' eyes followed it as it dropped vertically, watching the thing fall twenty meters above the ground.
"Like... a gray rock?" Thales asked doubtfully.
The battle just now was so fierce that it shook the rock formations of the Sky Cliff down.
Suddenly, the falling gray shadow paused in the air.
The next moment, the gray shadow's trajectory plummeting down the cliff suddenly turned - heading straight towards them!
Thales felt a chill in his heart and subconsciously took a step back.
"No!"
A white-blade guard immediately became vigilant, drew his sword and shouted angrily: "That's not a rock! Police——"
But that gray shadow was coming in an instant - flying above them in the sky!
Thales raised his head in shock, and with the firelight in the hands of the guards, he could clearly see the gray shadow that shot into his eyes instantly.
That's a person.
A man who was wrapped in gray tights from head to toe, and even his forehead was tied tightly with a piece of gray cloth.
Only a pair of narrow eyes were exposed, glowing coldly in Thales' field of vision.
The man jumped in the air above them and released the rope he was holding.
Swing toward them.
Thales trembled all over.
That's...the rock climbing zipline left by Black Sword!
To be used by this man...
The man in gray clothes put his hands behind his back in the air.
"alert!"
The elite White Blade Guards shouted loudly and reacted quickly to surround the king and the two children.
"Don't panic!" King Nuen's voice was loud and audible: "Send the signal..."
But before he could say anything, the next second, the man in the air suddenly stretched out his arms!
Two rays of light shot toward the white-blade guards below.
Thales was pushed back a step by a warrior.
"call out!"
Thales instantly felt a chill on his head, and countless warm liquids sprayed onto his face.
The little slippery man screamed.
Thales was trembling, feeling the salty taste in his mouth, and watched the soldier fall beside him, with a short knife embedded in his neck.
The blood is dripping and the eyes are not open to death.
"Clang!"
A warrior at the front swung his sword to block another ray of light, and then there was a sharp sound of the blade.
The next second, the man in gray fell to the ground at an incredible speed.
"Crack-click!"
The assassin falling from the sky landed on a soldier, knocking him down from his standing position, followed by a terrifying sound of sternum breaking!
The assassin seemed completely unaffected by the impact of landing, and he raised his head sharply.
A pair of narrow eyes with cold light stared intently at Thales.
Thales felt a chill in his heart and his scalp was numb.
The target...is me?
The next moment, the assassin's figure appeared one meter away and rushed towards the two warriors blocking Thales.
"Stop him!"
King Nun, who was tightly surrounded, roared: "Protect him!"
Following his order, the soldiers of the White Blade Guards surrounded the assassin without hesitation, and slashed at the assassin's abdomen, throat and thighs with three streamlined white-handled scimitars!
But the man's figure suddenly turned around, and just as the three blades were about to hit him, he almost jumped into the air.
Shaking his head, tightening his abdomen, and shrinking his legs, he used the most incredible body skills to do a forward somersault, barely avoiding the three people's blades.
Thales was shocked: He seemed to have seen such a movement technique somewhere.
However, nothing he has ever seen... is so neat, fast and incredible!
The man who passed the three people landed firmly on the ground. He turned his hands and two daggers appeared in his hands.
The assassin's double swords crossed in an instant and passed over the last warrior standing in front of Thales.
Blood spurted out.
The little slippery boy was so frightened that he stared blankly.
Thales took a breath. He had no time to make any changes and could only watch the assassin's short knife attack him.
The blade is getting closer and closer.
The Sin of Hell River slowed down his sense of time.
But he couldn't find any chance of escape.
That blade - it's really too fast.
"clang!"
The assassin's blade finally stopped in front of Thales' nose.
The sin of the prison river fades away, and time returns to normal.
Thales was stunned and his heart was beating violently.
The laziness of the rest of my life just after the disaster has been severely awakened by a burst of cold sweat!
But to the assassin's surprise, his blade could not advance a single point - the warrior just passed by his deadly swords was not killed by the assassin.
This white-blade guard was holding a single sword and holding an arm shield across his arm. He used his shoulders and arms to hold the assassin's double swords, stopping him firmly!
Not letting the assassin's blade advance an inch.
Thales was startled and quickly rolled to the side in an inelegant manner, avoiding the blade.
"Don't underestimate it..." Enduring the pain of the wound, the white-blade guard in front of Thales pushed hard and roared: "...Dragon Guard!"
The assassin was pushed back two steps, and the three white-blade guards behind him cooperated tacitly and calmly drew out their swords!
"Dang!" "Ding!" "Whoosh!"
The assassin, who lost his balance, turned sharply and managed to parry three swords with difficulty but deftly.
However, due to his unstable body, he was finally struck in the left arm by the fourth warrior who arrived.
"laugh!"
The assassin's blood was spilled.
"Clang!"
He could no longer hold the knife in his left hand steadily, and the blade fell to the ground with a metallic crunching sound.
The warrior's white-handled sword slashed out, drawing out a cloud of blood again on the assassin's shoulder.
"Clang!"
The assassin's shaking knife in his right hand also fell to the ground. He raised his head and took one last look at Thales.
The indifference and dead silence in his eyes gave the latter goosebumps.
The assassin who lost both swords rolled on the spot, away from Thales who was already heavily surrounded by the quick-reacting white-blade guards.
Thales gasped tremblingly and looked at the trembling assassin on the ground, clutching his wound.
so close.
so close!
who is he?
More and more Blade Guards rushed towards the unarmed assassin.
"Keep alive!" King Nunn pressed Thales' shoulders from behind to comfort him as he trembled. The king's majestic voice came out steadily: "Ask the person behind the scenes!"
But at this moment, the two daggers on the ground suddenly "jumped" up on their own!
It's like it has a life of its own.
At that moment, a more senior white-blade guard seemed to recognize the assassin, and his expression immediately changed.
"Be careful!" the guard roared angrily.
Almost at the same moment, the assassin got up and turned back. With blood flowing everywhere, he passed three people in a row and broke out!
With such fast speed, cunning angles, and wonderful body shape, there is no way for the White Blade Guards blocking the way to intercept him.
The guard who recognized the enemy yelled like crazy and rushed towards the assassin with his comrades: "He is the 'Locust Blade'——"
There were two knives on the ground, one of which bounced back into the assassin's hand strangely.
The other knife was thrown into the darkness and disappeared.
The assassin's single-sword attack was continuous, instantly slicing through the throat of a guard.
Only then did the guard's words reach his ears:
"—Baanette Sariton!"
The next moment, the assassin fought hard and was hit in the shoulder by the second guard. He gritted his teeth and made a terrifying arc. He turned around and bypassed the obstacle in an instant!
All the White Blade Guards, including Thales, were shocked!
However, the assassin's figure had already broken through the encirclement, fled far away, and disappeared under the cover of the night and ruins.
Thales stood there, staring blankly at the assassin's retreating figure.
Baanette Sariton?
Could it be that……
"Ahhhh!" The heart-rending scream of the little slipper suddenly came!
Thales was shocked and looked at her quickly.
But before he could turn his head, Thales felt a light touch on his foot.
Thales was shocked.
He slowly lowered his head.
The prince's eyes suddenly widened.
He saw a round ball rolling down at his feet, shaking slightly.
Thales' breath froze.
A few seconds passed.
Amid the screams of the little slicker, Thales stood in a daze, letting the blood on the ground soak into his shoes, and his mind went blank.
He was breathing in a daze, still hanging his head, silently looking at each other with the head of Noon Walton VII, the co-king who had ruled Exeter for thirty years, that had long since left his body.
Incredible surprise was frozen on the king's face.
The other knife was thrown into the darkness and did not fly back to the assassin's hand. It fell to the ground with the king's head and trembled slightly.
The roars of more than a dozen white-blade guards, filled with pain, regret, anger, and unwillingness, exploded out of thin air in the same word:
"No--"
In the sky, the first dim ray of sunlight appeared in the east.