Thales stretched out his right hand tremblingly and touched his sticky face. Looking at the cold blood on his hand, he felt that even his breathing was almost no longer his own.
"The Shield is full of their people... nasty Yankees..."
This is Ada's voice.
It seemed like it was coming from a far away place.
"Listen, kid, even if it's a disaster... Putilai has sent all his people to search for you, including the brat from the Kasuo family, the masked mute next to you, and even the veterans of the Star Legion..."
The second prince was held under the arm of the elf guard and moved forward quickly. In front of his eyes, rubble, broken wood, and even corpses flashed everywhere.
Thales breathed hard. He turned his head and saw Little Slippery being carried on the other side of Ada, with a dull look on his face and holding her glasses tightly in his hand.
"...I was the only one who came here to look for people in the Shield Zone, but I didn't expect such a big change to happen. What happened to those soldiers? Why did they attack you and the White Blade Guards?"
No.
They are not targeting me and the White Blade Guards.
Thales thought blankly, the smell of blood lingering in his nose for a long time.
This reminded him of the deep ditch around the abandoned house, and the interior of Giza's "tentacle", which had almost the same stench of flesh and blood.
They are attacking King Nun.
"Speak, kid!" Ada turned a corner and asked impatiently: "What happened?"
occur……
what?
In the overwhelming fatigue, Thales tried his best to organize his memory.
He remembered Cambida's smile.
I still remember the sound of the crossbows in the hands of the Black Sand Army soldiers.
I remember the countless black shadows shot by those "whispers" in front of me.
And the numbness and trembling that spread from my scalp to my shoulders and neck.
Ada held them with both hands and finally rushed out of the ruins of the Shield Zone. Neat and unspoiled streets and houses appeared in front of her, but there was no one around. The king's evacuation order and martial law were obviously very effective.
.
The elf guards turned left and right in a neighborhood that was countless times better than the Shield Zone, finding their way forward skillfully and dexterously.
But Thales was still immersed in the shocking memories just now, unable to extricate himself.
In those few tenths of a second, the only four white-blade guards had no time to even make the tactical move of crouching down and raising their shields.
They just turned around and opened their arms without hesitation. The four of them knelt down and hugged each other, using their bodies to block themselves and the little slippery head tightly.
Thales remembered that he and Little Slippery were unconsciously hugging each other, terrified and helpless, and their vision was firmly blocked by the guards.
Then, the sound of countless crossbow arrows hitting flesh rang in his ears.
Just like the sound of the butcher selling meat in the big market near the west gate of Yongxing City, chopping open the fresh meat every morning.
Thales shivered and took a trembling breath of cold air.
He remembered the faces of the guards.
I remember their trembling bodies and increasingly pale faces under the crossbows.
I remember the resentment and unwillingness they looked at each other, and the peaceful look in their eyes as if they were resigned to their fate at the end.
It was as if what they were protecting each other by embracing each other was only rain and snow, not crossbow arrows.
Thales also remembered the scene when those bloody arrows penetrated the bodies of the guards - shoulders, necks, and abdomens.
One guard was even shot through the head, and the arrow pierced out of his left eye socket. The warm blood splashed out and dyed Thales' face red.
The bright red arrow tip stopped right in front of Thales' right eye.
At that time, the little slipper closed his eyes tightly, hugging him and crying.
The guards stared, coughed up blood, and some even smiled in relief.
They hugged each other and fell down one after another, never to wake up again.
"You have to live, Imperial man," Thales remembered a guard gritting his teeth and grabbing his collar tightly, remembering his vague aura: "Protect her and make them pay the price..."
He also remembered the scene when the last young guard stood up from the corpses of his three comrades in grief and anger, carrying five or six crossbow arrows and the last of his strength, staggering into the enemy group with his sword raised.
The guard used his final life-saving counterattack and killed the soldiers holding the crossbows in a panic.
Cambida's angry shouts echoed in the crowd.
Thales thought of dragging his little slick head to crawl away from the bodies of the guards.
He thought of himself who was in a trance and about to collapse, and how the white-blade guards behind them gave out their final wails.
It is not even known when Ada emerged from the ruins nearby and rushed out of the chaotic crowd with him and Little Slippery.
Until...now.
Thales' face was dull, and he turned his head absentmindedly, looking at the little slippery man who was also frightened.
He unconsciously reached out his hand and wiped the blood from his face again.
All I got was a dried blood stain.
I thought that the battle in the birch forest was thrilling enough, the breakthrough in front of the fortress was critical enough, and the showdown with Giza was shocking enough.
but……
In the birch forest, he was hijacked from the battlefield prematurely by Serena. In front of the fortress, Alaka used an unstoppable breakthrough to fight his way out. Even just now, he had the skill of the black sword and the mysterious magic power. The strange
The Pure Frontier protects him.
However, it was not until the blood was so close to him, others died one inch before his eyes, the White Blade Guards were completely wiped out, and the wails and roars came one after another that Thales realized that all of this was so annoying and painful just now.
So unbearable.
Ada suddenly stopped and put him and Little Slipper down on the empty and clean street.
In front of them was a street corner, but Ada had no intention of moving forward.
The elf under the cloak turned his head and stared at the road without a soul.
"What's wrong?" Thales raised his head in shock, trying his best to contain his emotions.
"We are being targeted," Ada replied silently under her cloak: "I tried to get rid of him several times, but with little success."
The words were smooth, but there was a solemn tone in his tone that Thales had never encountered before.
Thales's face changed, and Little Slippery looked down at his blood-stained glasses, saying nothing.
"So?" the prince asked tentatively.
"So, you go first." Ada patted him on the shoulder easily.
"I'm going to find him." The elf touched a hand of blood of different colors on Thales' body. She rubbed her hands in disgust: "I'll deal with that tail before I catch up with you."
Thales was stunned.
you go first.
He thought of Hongfang Street that night.
The girl with the double sword also said the same thing to him.
"The enemy is very strong, right?" Thales asked in a daze:
"You're not sure you can defeat him? So you can only let us go first?"
Ada remained motionless under the cloak, seemingly stunned for a moment.
The cold wind blew through the empty and hazy streets, and the sky gradually became brighter, giving off the unique faint blue light of the early morning.
A few seconds later, Ada suddenly raised her right hand and flicked it to his head.
"despair!"
Once again, Ada's fingers hit his forehead hard.
But this time, Thales did not block Ada's movements, but silently allowed the other party to pop out his fingers.
"Huh?" Ada was a little surprised by Thales's reaction: "Why don't you even block it?"
Thales shook his head with a heavy expression, feeling the burning pain on his forehead.
It seems that this can make him feel that he is still alive.
"Otherwise, you won't be able to let us escape alone." He said in despair.
Ada seemed a little angry. She raised her right hand again, ready to fight.
But Thales didn't move.
Ada's hand stopped in mid-air.
After a few seconds, she sighed in disappointment and put down her finger.
"Oh, you are so boring," the lady in the cloak said helplessly, "just as boring as Mindis's dead fish eyes."
"So is this true?" Thales took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "The enemy is very strong?"
"Tch." Ada was as active as ever. She shrugged exaggeratedly and spread her hands to show her relaxed and indifferent attitude.
The elf pointed his fingers together and fanned himself: "What's so powerful about a guy who hides his head and shows his tail?"
"As for you, stop worrying about adults' affairs," Ada said while fanning strangely in the cold weather: "Besides, as a prince, you will grow up sooner or later, and you can't always be protected by me.
."
Thales lowered his head.
"Don't think too much," Ada's voice slowly dropped, and her 'fanning' hand slowly lowered her hand:
"This time, I will give you a test."
At that moment, Thales felt a little sad.
It's like something is blocking my chest.
"I understand," he held Little Slippery's hand and choked with sobs: "Then let's go first and wait for you to catch up."
You've already gotten used to it, right?
Ada's lowered tone rose again:
"Let's go quickly. Turn this corner and you'll see Xichi Avenue going forward. Beyond the avenue is the blockade - although I don't recommend that you go to those patrols. I don't know what their attitude is..."
"If that doesn't work, hide for a while. Others are looking for you, and they will pay special attention to children... If you meet Rolf or the boys like Wyatt, you will be safe..."
"As for me..." Ada paused imperceptibly:
"I'll be here soon."
Thales lowered his head and said nothing.
The next second, he seemed to have made up his mind, and trotted forward while pulling his stupid little head.
But Thales suddenly stopped.
Ada, who looked at his back, tilted her head, seeming a little strange.
"Hey, Ada," Thales turned around with difficulty: "I know you may not like me asking this, but I really want to find out..."
Ada crossed her arms.
"Excuse me, are you..."
Thales took a deep breath and said solemnly: "Are you the queen of Oath Keeper Midir IV? Are you one of my great-great... great-grandmothers?"
As soon as these words came out, even the distracted little Huitou couldn't help but raise his head.
silence.
Ada's face was unrecognizable under the cloak.
After a few seconds, the elf guard sighed.
"Hey, brat," Ada raised her head, allowing Thales to see her unusually delicate and smooth white chin, and she said calmly:
"Stop meddling in your elders' affairs."
Thales was slightly startled.
Immediately, he pursed his lips and showed an ugly smile.
The next moment, Thales grabbed the little slicker, trotted away without looking back, and disappeared around the corner.
Ada watched Thales disappear before her eyes, and then breathed out a deep breath.
But she immediately turned her head and trembled all over her body!
coming.
Ada's vigilance was instantly raised to the highest level.
Her eyes swept across the empty streets, from street corners to rooftops, alleys to low walls, not missing a single step.
It's really bad.
The tingling and numbness coming from her skin told her that the other party was a ruthless person.
How long has it been since you encountered such a powerful enemy?
When fighting with Keira on the top of Yemang Mountain?
"Come out," Ada said calmly, "I feel you."
Footsteps sounded.
A tall figure appeared from around the corner and was exposed in front of her.
Ada's pupils narrowed.
"It's you," the elf breathed out, his words full of sarcasm and disdain: "Tavern owner."
Kaslan looked at Ada calmly.
"I heard that you are a senior member of the Hand-Blade Guard," Ada snorted, emphasizing on 'seniority': "'Shaking the Earth,' right?"
"Although you are wearing a cloak, I can tell that you are an elf," Kaslan said slowly, with a heavy and ruthless voice: "As an immortal, in terms of qualifications, you must be more qualified than me."
Ada was immediately speechless.
She let out a breath of displeasure and drew out her exquisite scimitar.
"I heard that you were the one who killed the 'Human Slayer' Xila Anlei?" Ada said nonchalantly: "You are very strong."
"That was the battle I'm most proud of," Kaslan nodded, walking closer and closer:
"Of course, part of the honor must be attributed to this thing..."
The old man's figure was completely revealed from around the corner, with a long stick trailing in his hand.
No.
Ada frowned.
That's not a stick.
"This is my former comrade-in-arms and partner."
"Xila An Lei died under it," Kaslan raised the weapon in his hand, showed its dark and ferocious spear head, and said slowly:
"Soul-killing Spear."
Ada was stunned.
kill……
Soul-killing...
The elf slapped his face.
The next second, she showed an ugly smile.
he.
mom.
of.
Ada took a deep breath, put her hands on her hips, and assumed what she thought was the most relaxed and comfortable posture.
"Oh oh..."
"Speaking of the Dark Thunder Tribe inherited from ancient times, in the past, it was a powerful tribe that was qualified to compete for the throne." The elf squinted her eyes and chuckled uncomfortably. As the old man approached, she unconsciously pulled
Fighting posture: "It's not easy for you."
"You seem to have a lot of experience with orcs?" Kaslan said solemnly, and his pace began to slow down.
"Dark Thunder Tribe? Of course."
Ada waved her scimitar and made an indifferent gesture.
"When my father led troops to help humans fight, the first tribe he encountered was Dark Thunder." The elf snorted softly: "Father chopped off their heads..."
"...just like chopping vegetables!" I saw Ada quickly swinging four knives into the air, and kept saying words:
"Bah, bah, bah, two with one knife!"
Kaslan stopped and narrowed his eyes to watch the elf's sword swing.
He slowly turned the spear in his hand.
"Hey, I'm not lying!" the elf said carelessly, while carefully observing the other person's posture and breathing.
Well, I didn't lie.
Except for one thing - Ada said secretly in her heart.
At that time...
I haven't been born yet.
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Lumba stood in the ruins, frowning, as unsmiling as ever.
In front of him were corpses lying on the ground, including White Blade Guards and soldiers from the Black Sand Territory - his subordinates were busy carrying the corpses back and forth.
Next to the Archduke lay quietly the already cold body of King Nun, covered with the unique gray cloak of the White Blade Guards.
Lumba looked down at King Nun, pressing his old sword scabbard with a complicated expression.
"We have lost twenty-eight people," Viscount Cambida walked behind the Grand Duke of Lombard and whispered: "There are also fifteen people seriously injured - the kind who have to lie down. Four people are slightly injured and the battle is fine."
Lumba said nothing.
"We underestimated the fighting power of the White Blade Guards in their desperate counterattack, and also overestimated our own fighting power," Cambida sighed: "The appearance of the dragon shocked the soldiers too much - if it weren't for us
After years of training and propaganda, I’m afraid some people will defect.”
The Grand Duke of Lombard raised his head and looked away from his uncle the king.
"More than a dozen white-blade guards slaughtered our proud border standing army." The Grand Duke slowly twisted his neck and took a breath of the cold morning air of Longxiao City: "How did Sariton break through the white-blade army?"
Guards, who assassinated Nunn in the escort of these people?"
Cambida lowered his eyelids.
"You know, they are Sariton," His Excellency the Viscount nodded respectfully: "Fortunately, many White Blade Guards have been damaged or lost in the chaos caused by the disaster."
"That's all, at least it's confirmed that our Majesty has passed away." Grand Duke Lumba's eyes were serious. He raised his head and looked at the tallest building in the entire Longxiao City.
"How long is left?" the Grand Duke said calmly, with a sense of majesty in his words.
Cambida bowed respectfully.
"Two hours at most," Viscount Cambida answered quickly to this seemingly clueless question:
"If we don't receive a reply from the king, the General Order Department and the General Defense Officer will become suspicious, and then send people to the shield area to search - of course, the people in Urad can find ways to delay it, and the people in Longyi Square and even there can also
Cause them some trouble."
Cambida seemed to understand everything. The Grand Duke's chief adviser continued:
"After four hours, if there is no result, the Prime Minister Count Risban, who feels inappropriate, will definitely start to gather his troops and even gather a standing army, just to stabilize the chaos that may be caused by the disappearance of the king - but he does not have the king's warrant, plus
A large number of conscripts will be excluded from the prohibition issued due to the disaster."
"But if it comes to six hours, I think there will be no concealment of the truth, and the movements of more than a thousand of us will be detected. As long as Lisban gives an order, the Earl of the fief outside the city who is still loyal to Walton can lead
Soldiers entering the city - it is impossible to face a head-on confrontation. The soldiers are already emotionally unstable. Once we meet, we will be defeated due to casualties, exhaustion and low morale."
"We have less than two thousand people. Even if we capture a solid gate, I'm afraid we won't be able to hold it for a long time." Finally, Cambida concluded his words cautiously: "We must fight quickly."
Under the gray sky, the Grand Duke of Lombard looked at the outline of the Palace of Heroes, his expression still as cold as ice.
"Half a day," Lumba snorted, "enough."
The Grand Duke turned around, flicked his cloak, revealing the chain armor underneath, and walked towards the Palace of Heroes with the tenacity of a warrior.
Cambida and other subordinates followed closely with soldiers.
"Send a letter to the other troops who are cleaning up the mess according to the plan, Tuleha, Urad, and Kroesh, and ask them to meet Lewand and Bitz - they should be almost ready," the Archduke said coldly as he walked away
Leng ordered:
"Whether it's a clever attack or a forceful attack, the gate between the Ax Zone and the Palace of Heroes must be captured before eight o'clock!"
Cambida nodded respectfully.
"According to the plan and let the words out, this can buy us time."
Lumba strode across a pit and spoke decisively: "This must end before nine o'clock, or ten o'clock at the latest!"
Cambida nodded and gave orders to the people around him.
A few seconds later, the ordering soldier took the order and left.
"One more thing..." Cambida whispered: "The news I just got is about the Prince of the Stars."
The Grand Duke of Lombard turned his head and looked at his adviser with a strange expression.
"It's them," Cambida raised his head, with a strange color in his eyes: "They sent word that they want that boy."
"To live."
Lumba paused.
He turned his head and looked at the direction where Thales and Ada disappeared just now, thoughtfully.