Nikolai, whose face was covered with blood, was lying on his side next to a wooden barrel. He gritted his teeth and stretched out his hand with difficulty to break the crossbow arrow that had pierced his thigh from the tail, and then tightened his grip on the bloody arrow that pierced his hind leg.
Use slight force.
"laugh!"
Cold sweat flowed from his forehead, but the Fallen Starman still gritted his teeth and pulled out the arrow while trembling without saying a word.
Nicolai exhaled, threw away the arrow, and pulled a piece of cloth to wrap it up.
This is the last arrow.
As for the two arrows still in the body... Nicolai looked at his left arm and leg.
There suddenly remained two arrow shafts that had been broken into pieces.
The meteorite's eyes were fierce and he clenched his fists.
Immediately, the unique power of termination originated from his bones, tightening his muscles and sealing the area around the arrow shaft.
This should last for a while.
Nicolai took a deep breath, feeling the unsatisfactory hurt in his body, and frowned.
The Meteor Man slowly raised his head and looked at the man in front of him who was also lying on the ground with bruises all over his body: "You are the person Grievor was talking about."
But the other party didn't respond.
"My skills are good, and my method of blocking crossbow arrows is very clever." Nicolai nodded slowly.
In fact... Nicolai took a breath and secretly told himself: This is a ruthless character.
The man with the strange black sword snorted coldly and wrapped up the last larger wound on his body.
"You're not bad either." He said calmly, looking at the badly worn arm shield on Nicolai's left arm.
Nicolai narrowed his eyes.
"Did you seal the disaster?" The Fallen Starman struggled to drag his body up and leaned against the wall: "Do you have... those weapons?"
"That's right," Heijian nodded, with a calm expression: "That lame man dropped a spear, didn't he."
Nicolai endured the pain in his arms and calves, looked at the man with the strange sword, and glanced at the other sword on his waist, suspicion flashing in his eyes.
"You know us... who the hell are you?"
The leader of the White Blade Guard naturally placed his hand next to the Soul-Severing Blade and said softly: "You know the magician, and you also know the legendary anti-demon..."
But his words were interrupted.
"Hey," the ordinary-looking man shook his head slightly: "Are you sure you want to waste your time here?"
Nicolai frowned slightly.
"You also heard what those civilians were saying," Black Sword lowered his head and wiped his long sword, "Your king..."
He shrugged.
The Fallen Star was silent for a while.
"Yes," Nicolai picked up a crossbow arrow, his face was ugly and his eyes were dim: "I have a hunch that the worst thing has happened."
The humiliation of the blade.
I am afraid……
Nicolai's eyes became colder and colder, and he slowly clenched his fists.
The black sword that was wiping his weapon glanced over and observed Nicolai's expression: "What are you not going to do? At least you should report a message?"
Nicolai's eyes focused on the crossbow in his hand, his left fist clenched and trembling slightly.
"No matter who it is - the Black Sand Leader or whoever - started this rebellion, they have been planning it for a long time and carefully planned it," the Fallen Starman gritted his teeth and grinded out the words between his teeth, his pale face highlighted by the blood.
The contrast is particularly strong: "Now, except for my Bladesworn brothers, no one can be trusted."
Black Sword snorted, hung the weapon back on his waist, struggled to stand up against the wall: "Then good luck."
Nicolai raised his head and looked at the man who was about to leave.
"Hey," the Fallen Star stopped the strange man and nodded his chin: "You are not from the North...why did you save me?"
Black Sword turned back and glanced at Nicolai with a meaningful look.
At that moment, Nicolai felt strange emotions flowing through this man's eyes.
"I can't stand the despicable villain who uses crossbows to defeat the many." Heijian said calmly, and he continued to turn around.
Nicolai, who was resting with his back against the wall, sneered disdainfully after hearing this.
"Come on," Nicolai shook his head slowly, showing a sarcastic smile: "As a white-blade guard, the king's sharpest knife, I have fought many battles, served as his reserve team, herald, military judge, and executioner.
People, death squads, elites, rearguards... all the positions you can think of."
Black Sword did not look back, but his voice came over:
"so?"
Nicolai sat up a few inches with difficulty and took a deep breath.
"So, I have interrogated many prisoners of war, spies, traitors and enemies. I can distinguish lies from the truth. I have also seen how different people fight." The Fallen Starman responded to Black Sword's words, his eyes sparkling: "I
See how you beat Tuleha - kicking up the snow and dust under your feet? You don't look like those messengers of justice who see injustice on the road."
Black Sword turned his head and glanced at Nicolai, who was panting on the ground.
After a while.
Nicolai snorted, shook his head and said: "If you are not prepared to say anything..."
at this time.
"Is it this knife?" Heijian asked softly.
Nicolai frowned.
"What?"
The next moment, Meteorite immediately noticed that the man's eyes fell on the Soul-Destroying Blade in his hand.
Nicolai's breathing began to speed up, slightly causing injuries to his body.
He unconsciously touched the handle of the knife.
"Is this the knife," Fortunately, Black Sword just asked in his deep voice: "Killed Horace Bright Star?"
Nicolai's eyes widened slightly.
What?
The two men looked at each other under the eaves for two seconds.
"Yes, the Soul-Severing Blade."
Nicolai's eyes did not leave Heijian's eyes. He nodded slowly, raised his alertness to the highest level, and adjusted his body to a position where he could make a violent attack or defend in time. Then he said calmly: "Twelve years ago,
The Sword of Traceability died under it."
Black Sword breathed slowly, inexplicable emotions flashing in his eyes.
"Horace," he said slowly, "did he suffer before he died?"
Nicolai took a deep breath of cold air, stood up shakily while holding on to the barrel, and held the Soul-Destroying Blade tightly in his right hand.
"I know now why you saved me."
The meteorite man gritted his teeth and his eyes became sharper.
But Black Sword just looked at him quietly without saying a word.
"If you want to avenge the Light-Retracing Sword, now is a good time," Nikolai gasped in pain, opened the distance between his legs, and quickly estimated the timing of the attack. The power of the end was slowed in the bones.
Slowly gathering, his words revealed deep hostility: "Of course, don't expect me not to fight back."
However, the man in front of him only glanced at the Soul-Severing Blade, then turned and left.
Nicolai frowned deeply.
He watched the black sword's back slowly leave, and the doubts in his heart only increased.
"etc."
The Fallen Star finally spoke.
"What is your purpose, a guy of unknown origin?" Nicolai said slowly: "Commas has a saying, 'Be wary of gifts without asking for anything in return.'"
Black Sword turned around and took a deep look at Meteorite.
"Compared to interrogating me," Heijian shook his head gently: "I believe you have more important things to do."
Black Sword twitched the corner of his mouth, shook his head, took steps that were vain after being injured, and turned around to leave.
Nicolai stared at him blankly.
Staring at the man's leaving figure.
One second.
Two seconds.
Three seconds.
Nicolai's eyebrows twitched, as if he was hesitating.
Until the figure of Black Sword disappeared behind the corner wall.
After an unknown amount of time, the meteorite man sighed.
"Okay." He snorted lightly as if he had made up his mind.
The footsteps behind the wall stopped.
"The death of Horace Bright Star," he said calmly, "in return, if you really want to know..."
There was no sound from behind the wall..
I saw Nicolai slowly slipping against the wall, his eyes lowered, and his gaze drifted back to the past.
"That night, that battle..."
Nicolai murmured: "Horace, that cold butcher is wearing his black armor, and together with his bodyguards, he is covered in wounds and broken armor..."
"It was a real bloody battle and everyone went crazy."
Nicolai's eyes were wandering and he was already looking at another place that was not in front of him.
That rocky pass.
He said in a calm tone: "Tylende, Jules, Tuleha, and the people beyond the stars... Each of us has forgotten everything in the sword and blood, and feels nothing but killing and death. I feel
The blood in my veins is boiling."
"Tulha left injured, we roared loudly, Jules was at a disadvantage, but laughed loudly, Tyrunde died in the battle, we became even crazier... That was the final battle, so the Star People were the same.
…”
"The living people bleed and fall down one by one, and the dead are carried away one by one..."
Nicolai lowered his eyes: "Everyone is crazy, you know the battlefield."
He chuckled incomprehensibly, his emotions unclear and his intentions unclear.
There was still silence behind the wall.
Just like Nicolai talking to himself.
But the meteorite man knew that there were naturally people listening to his story.
"But Horace is different." Nicolai raised his head again. He changed the subject and a subtle change appeared on his face: "When all of us were as crazy as beasts, he had no expression at all, just like
He doesn't care at all about the battle in front of him."
Nicolai lowered his head and said softly:
"He died peacefully."
The voice fell.
A second later, a low but scattered breathing sound came from behind the wall.
"Peace?" Heijian's voice came tremblingly.
Nicolai nodded and sneered, whether it was irony or helplessness: "When he fell into my arms... his expression was like he was finally free."
The black sword behind the wall did not speak, and his breathing gradually disappeared.
Nicolai lowered his head and sighed: "The few blows that killed Horace were not pleasant."
"Because it didn't feel like fighting at all."
There was still no movement behind the wall.
But Nicolai was still talking, with a cold expression and a sad smile.
"That feeling... it's like he's seeking relief," Nicolai said silently, with a desolate voice: "Have you ever seen someone on the battlefield who was seriously injured but couldn't die for a while?
…”
"It's that feeling... those eyes looking for relief..."
The sound of fingers rubbing against the sword hilt was heard from behind the wall.
Although it was very small, Nicolai heard it.
The breathing became louder again.
"Relief?" Heijian's voice came, his voice trembled slightly, and his words seemed a little difficult:
"Why?"
The meteorite sighed: "I don't know."
"And I don't want to know," Nicolai shook his head, his eyes dazed: "I guess, before death, people will have this or that thought that they don't usually have, right? The prince is no exception?"
Maybe.
Especially the prince.
Thinking of King Nun and Prince Suril, Nikolai's eyes darkened.
He took a deep breath and cheered up.
The breath behind the wall disappeared again.
And Nicolai's eyes drifted into the distance, and he only heard him chuckle in a daze, and the sarcasm in his words was extremely strong: "Meteor... Meteor... Haha, haha..."
Under the eaves, the two men on both sides of the corner remained motionless and speechless.
A long time passed.
"Thank you." Black Sword's voice came from the other side of the wall.
Nicolai came back to his senses, shook his head and snorted: "It's just in return for saving me, there's nothing you need to thank me for..."
But he was interrupted.
"No, this is not for me," the man behind the wall said calmly:
"For Horace."
Nicolai was slightly startled.
Why?
He really wanted to ask this.
But after a few seconds, Nicolai still closed his mouth. He understood something and nodded as if he had some understanding.
There was no sound behind the wall.
The Fallen Starman leaned against the wall behind him, his eyes silent: "Okay."
"Good luck to you," Nicolai whispered, "The man with the black sword."
On the other side of the wall, Black Sword did not answer.
This lonely-looking man raised his head and took a deep look at the northern sky.
The next second, Black Sword turned around and disappeared under the eaves.