Under the morning glow, Order Officer Urad looked at Nikolai and Griwal in front of him with a serious face: "What are you waiting for?"
But the Fallen Star and the Veteran remained motionless.
Until Nicolai held down his Soul-Severing Blade silently.
"Urad, I just asked you: has His Majesty ordered the lifting of martial law?" The meteorite's face was cold and he said softly: "Your answer is a bit strange."
Grivet gave a faint sneer.
Ulad was slightly startled: "But the martial law has indeed not been lifted..."
"That's not the point," Meteorite directly interrupted the Order Officer, and said coldly: "The point is: you took your words without hesitation, word for word - 'Your Majesty has not yet ordered the lifting of martial law.'"
Ulad's expression suddenly changed.
Nikolai's sharp eyes swept over every patrol member behind Urad, looking at their twinkling eyes, he continued solemnly: "If it is an order to lift martial law, it will be issued by the Prime Minister, Earl Lisban, and conveyed to the Chief Garrison of the Royal Capital.
As of Viscount Lesden, the order offices in each district will only get the warrant signed by Lesden and then make arrangements for the lifting of martial law."
He snorted coldly: "A small order officer in the royal capital only gets specific tasks in the office such as clearing roadblocks and restoring traffic. He has no idea whether His Majesty has ordered the lifting of martial law."
Ulad frowned: "I..."
Nikolai did not pause, and his gaze gave Ulad the illusion of being out of breath: "Why are you so eager to 'escort' us, and you even don't hesitate to make up excuses based on my words?"
Behind Urad, the patrol members exchanged glances with different expressions.
And all of this was caught in the eyes of the Fallen Star.
It also made him feel depressed.
Too suspicious.
what happened?
"It was just a slip of the tongue," Ulad sighed: "Besides, in this case, the initial order must have been issued by His Majesty."
But Nicolai still didn't speak.
On the other hand, Grievault, who was being supported by him, spoke nonchalantly.
"Let me tell you, Urad, when did you care so much about the affairs of the kingdom?" The lame veteran of the extreme realm breathed out: "For more than ten years, from conscription to city cleaning, once there is any trouble in the capital, your first
My first reaction would be to hide and avoid it, for fear of damaging my interests."
Listening to Grivet's words, Nicolai's expression became more and more terrifying.
"As for leading troops to serve the king in times of crisis?"
Grivet raised his eyebrows, with an expression on his face as if he had seen a flying mouse: "Stop joking."
Ulad's face became very ugly.
"Old cripple," he gritted his teeth: "I don't want to quarrel with you at this time..."
But at this moment, a clear male voice came from the crowd: "That's enough."
"They've figured it out."
Ulad sighed deeply and stepped aside to make room for the man who walked out of the crowd.
This time, it was the turn of Meteor and Grivet's expressions to change.
The new man has a tall and straight figure, heavy steps, and impressive momentum. He has a strong smell of iron and blood on the battlefield.
"He's a ruthless guy," Grewal exhaled, "Do you know him?"
Nicolai did not respond to Grivet, he just looked at the visitor.
"It's you," Nicolai narrowed his eyes and said solemnly, "Knight of the Burning Flame."
"Rom Tuleha."
The visitor stopped and stood in front of them.
"It is an honor to see you again, Your Excellency, Lord Nicolai."
One of Exeter's "Five Generals", Tuleha looked cold and authentic.
The knight with the black sand collar had already taken off his gray helmet, but the gray armor was still on him, and paired with the long sword on his waist, it gave him a full sense of oppression.
"If the Grand Duke of Heisha wants to attend the dinner," Nikolai snorted with a bad look on his face, "he can tell us in advance so that we can send out invitations."
Tuleha looked at Nikolai without showing any signs of weakness.
"Cambida mentioned to me what you said to him yesterday on the outskirts of the city," the Fire Knight said with a calm expression, "So, at your invitation, we brought more than a thousand people to Longxiao City for a stroll.
'."
Nicolai looked at the patrol, his pupils slowly narrowing.
"You are asking for your own death," Meteor Man said coldly: "The number of soldiers that can be urgently recruited in Longxiao City alone is seven to eight thousand, as well as patrols and standing guards of the palace, not to mention the soldiers on the outskirts of the city.
The vassals..."
But Tuleha interrupted him without a care.
"Yes, Longxiao City is very powerful, with countless levies and an amazing standing army," the Fire Knight said calmly: "But, who has the right to recruit them?"
Nicolai's heart sank, and a bottomless chill hit his heart.
He recalled what Ulad had said at the beginning: Someone was trying to assassinate His Majesty.
"What do you mean?" he asked seriously, with a hint of anxiety in his tone unconsciously.
Impossible. The most powerful white-blade guards guarding His Majesty are all equipped with super-level skills and rich experience, as well as the willingness to sacrifice their lives. Even the wrath of the kingdom is impossible...
Dare you dare to do so with such a small force...What exactly does Lombard want to do?
The eyes of Nikolai and Tuleha met in the air, as if sparks were about to fly.
"It means you don't have to worry about this problem."
The knight in the Black Sand Territory was expressionless: "Exter will be reborn soon."
Nicolai forced himself to calm down.
"The mole, right?" The Fallen Starman tightened his grip on his knife.
He said coldly: "How long have you been planning? Can you bring two thousand people into Longxiao City... No matter whether it is the chaos caused by the disaster or a mere gang leader, it is far from being able to do this - you also bribed
who?"
General Garrison Lesden? Or even Prime Minister Risban?
But Tuleha did not answer his question again.
"Your Excellency Grivet," the Fire Knight turned to the lame veteran with a respectful expression: "I have heard of your name, and I also know that you have always been dissatisfied with the rule of the Walton family..."
Nicolai frowned slightly.
But Grivet's reaction was quicker than he imagined.
"Needless to say," Grievor exhaled and said easily: "I do not like that Nunn, and our king is indeed a bastard..."
Tuleha's eyes lit up: "Then you..."
"But, Charmaine Lombard?" Griveaux didn't give him a chance to interrupt. The veteran showed his big yellow teeth, and the street gangster also smiled.
"Although I am poor and illiterate, I am still from the North."
"No matter how dissatisfied I am with my king, I will not lead troops into the royal capital," Grieve's tone became increasingly cold: "And I will not sell my loyalty to a parricide beast and betrayer of the king at a low price.
traitor."
The Burning Knight showed a look of regret, lowered his head and sighed.
"Few people can understand the painstaking efforts and persistence of His Excellency the Grand Duke," Tuleha raised his head and said solemnly, as if he did not hear Grivet's sarcasm: "But please believe me, his efforts and sacrifices, and even what he did are not
Everything the world understands is for the future of Exeter and the future of Northlanders."
Grievault spit on the ground with a look of disgust on his face.
"Killing your own brother for the sake of the title of Grand Duke, and taking advantage of the disaster to go on a killing spree and the civilians are bleeding like rivers to fight for power and profit?"
The veteran said viciously:
"What kind of future can this kind of ruler bring to the people of the North?"
Tuleha said nothing.
On one side, Urad shook his braids with a sinister expression:
"Maybe we shouldn't waste any more time."
The boss of the Jian District Market whistled with a playful look in his eyes:
"According to the Grand Duke's order, if you can't deceive them, you have to implement plan B."
"This might hurt a little." Ulad said grimly.
As soon as this statement came out, the atmosphere suddenly became tense.
It's like the balance of the scale has been broken.
Tuleha nodded slowly: "You know, Your Excellency, I really want to fight with you."
"To make up for my regret of not being able to wield the light-tracing sword."
"Then you got what you wanted today. Those two blows in the snow were indeed not enough." Nicolai answered calmly with the knife in his hand.
Nicolai's eyes swept over each patrol member.
Fortunately, there are not many soldiers in the Black Sand Territory, less than a quarter, and most of them are just the ragtag group under Urad.
Depending on the terrain of the ruins, we might be able to maneuver around.
But the uneven quality of these "patrols" did not make Nikolai feel better: Where are the main forces of the Black Sand Kingdom now?
Or...they have more important tasks?
Tuleha didn't have any intention to take action, he just looked at Urad and waved gently.
The faces of the patrol team became more and more serious.
"Can we fight again?" The Fallen Starman let go of Grivet and let the veteran stand firm on his own: "Cripple?"
"Stop joking, you dead face," Griwal, who looked very bad, coughed hard, wiped the blood from his mouth, and gritted his teeth and said, "Now?"
"I can kill another hundred disasters——"
But the veteran's words stopped abruptly.
Following Urad's wave, nearly fifty people came to the front of the patrol, divided into two rows of semi-circular arcs, squatting in front and standing in the back.
Fifty soldiers were seen raising their weapons in unison, aiming at the two extreme masters.
Nicolai's breathing suddenly stagnated, and Grieve's eyes widened.
That is……
A total of fifty crossbows.
Deal with...the two of them?
All of Grivet's words converged into one word at that moment.
A word that Nicolai also agreed with:
"Hold!"
The man with eight braids turned slightly sideways and retreated into the formation of his subordinates.
"Two distinguished men who are extremely brave and well-known in the kingdom. Please allow me to introduce myself one last time."
"Chail Urad."
"Do some small business in Longxiao City," Ulad laughed, as if he was very happy: "From infantry crossbows to magic guns... they are all in the business scope."
Nicolai and Grivet looked at the densely packed crossbow machines and both sighed.
Urad opened his eyes, which were smiling like a line, and there was a cold light in them:
"The inventory is sufficient."
Tuleha turned his head, with a hint of displeasure on his face.
The next moment, fifty crossbow arrows shot towards the two extreme realms without any blind spots.
Black arrows roared in the air.
Bring out countless bright reds.
————
The Grand Duke of Lombard lowered his sword.
A dozen crossbows stretched out from the shoulders of the black sand soldiers in the front row.
"arrow!"
The roar of the White Blade Guards sounded from my ears.
Thales and Little Slippery were pinned to the ground, blocking everyone's back.
However, Prince Xingchen's mood at the moment was in chaos.
He knew that he could not help in such a battle.
Just like last time under the fortress.
All he could do was... Thales looked at the Grand Duke of Lombard in the crowd.
Thoughts drift away.
No, everything is wrong.
It's so abnormal.
While thinking, a dozen white-bladed guards faced the crossbow machine and quickly formed a defensive formation that looked like turtle shells.
They all knelt down on one knee, leaned sideways against each other, raised the arm shields on their forearms, and held them diagonally in front of them, blocking their heads and bodies.
"咻咻——"
The crossbow arrows roared towards him.
Thales still couldn't figure it out.
After King Nun died, Lumba appeared.
He even admitted that he was the murderer behind the scenes.
But……
"clang!"
Multiple crossbow arrows hit the arm shield and were bounced off, making harsh and sharp sounds one after another.
Unfortunately, two or three crossbow arrows pierced into the human body, causing a distinctive muffled sound.
But no one in the White Blade Guards said anything, they just exchanged glances with each other with cold expressions.
After the first round of crossbow bolts, the White Blade Guards instantly stood up.
The leader let out a shocking roar.
"charge!"
A total of ten white-blade guards rushed back to the soldiers of the Black Sand Territory without hesitation.
Defeat the masses with a few.
Thales was breathing in a daze, not even realizing that he and Little Slippery were being evacuated from the battlefield by several white-blade guards.
His mind was filled with doubts.
Why?
Why did Lumba come to Longxiao City?
If it was to solve the threat and revenge from Longxiao City, then Grand Duke Lumba had succeeded.
The king is dead, Exeter will fall into chaos, and Walton and Longxiao City will have no chance to unite with the princes to seek revenge from the Black Sand Territory.
Black Sand Territory is safe.
Lumba - even if he is the real murderer, why does he appear in this suspicious situation?
To silence?
No, Lumba does not need to appear at all, he just needs to stay in the territory and wait for the news of the king's death. The king's assassination will become another murderous case without a head.
Only Saliton, they will once again bear the crime of regicide and live up to their reputation as the flower of assassins and the regicide family.
Everything was so perfect - Lumba was able to easily eliminate his biggest and most terrifying enemy on this disaster-ridden night.
A loud shouting of death rang out.
"Knife in hand, my life will be returned to the north!"
"Right thrust!"
The ten charging white-blade guards, with ferocious faces and fierce aura, shouted commands and charged into the enemy's formation in reverse direction.
The momentum accumulated by the Black Sand Leader's side due to the number of people and the semi-surrounded situation was suddenly lost.
The Grand Duke of Lombard frowned fiercely.
Dragon Guard.
What a pity.
A guard held his shield across his arm, blocking the attack of the enemy on the left. At the same time, he stabbed forward with his long sword, working with his comrade on the right to tear open the belly of an enemy.
The other party fell to the ground in pain, moaning and screaming while holding the intestines that flowed out.
But the White Blade Guards had no intention of taking his life, they just stepped over him and continued moving forward.
Kill the next wave of enemies.
The Black Sand soldiers had to use their own hands to drag their companions back into the formation.
This can't help but remind Thales of the scene of Kingdom's Fury and the charge of his Fury Guards.
Blood splattered in the crowd.
The White Blade Guards work in groups of two, with one person blocking the attack on the left and the other tearing apart the enemy on the right.
The two of them moved forward in tacit understanding, exchanging positions and responsibilities back and forth in a rhythm of one going faster and the other going slow.
Even if he loses his chance occasionally, he doesn't care. It seems that he only sees the enemy in front of him.
Under the unexpected counterattack of the White Blade Guards, five or six bodies fell down on the Black Sand Leader side in an instant.
The few in number but extremely fierce Dragon Guards, as the latter's counterattack, even killed the Black Sand Territory's formation and pushed them back step by step.
The white-bladed guards waved their blades wildly, using their rich experience and powerful combat power, coupled with exquisite coordination, to bite and even counterattack the enemy.
Stand behind your evacuating companions.
Thales was held under his arm by a soldier, gasping for breath unconsciously.
He drew his attention away from the fight and thought hard about Lumba's anomaly.
Lombard unabashedly led his troops into the city, entering dangerous territory and arousing suspicion...
Even... even kill himself!
Not only will you expose yourself and cause trouble, you may also be accused by thousands of people and it will be difficult to get rid of the crime.
Everyone in Exeter will not let go of the murderer of King Gongju. The breathing space that the Black Sand Territory has finally earned will only be lost.
This is not in Rumba's interests at all.
Thales really didn't understand why Lumba made such an unwise choice.
Just like the unprepared attack under Broken Dragon Fortress.
Compared with King Nun's inscrutability, this Grand Duke of Lombard gave him a feeling that was unpredictable and incomprehensible.
Thales even had to wonder again: Is Rumba crazy?
But then he remembered Putilai's words: "Rumba is not crazy."
Charmaine Lombard…
What do you want?
The White Blade Guards, who led him and Little Slippery to evacuate, crossed an abandoned roof, but suddenly stopped.
Thales raised his head, and his hair suddenly stood up!
In front of them stood the tall Elasa Cambida, Viscount of Menton City, a vassal of the Black Sand Territory whom he had met once before.
And a row of soldiers beside him.
They all raised their crossbows towards Thales, Little Slippery, and the four white-blade guards present.
Thales sighed.
Another crossbow.
In front of his eyes, there was a scene where Yoder was hit by a crossbow while facing the assassins of the Duke of the North when he was assassinated in front of the Fuxing Palace.
What a disgusting weapon.
Thales thought desperately.
He turned his head to look at Little Huitou, who also had a look of fear in his eyes.
"As the Grand Duke said, Your Highness Thales," Viscount Cambida, the counselor of the Grand Duke of Lombard, said with a smile: "Please choose your enemies and friends carefully."
"It is a taboo of a king to see things unclearly."
The next second, His Excellency the Viscount waved his arms towards them.