Palace of Heroes, in front of the Hall of Heroes.
In a tense atmosphere, the confrontation between the Black Sand Leader and other Grand Dukes continued.
With the stone hall gate as the center, people stood clearly separated: the subordinates of the grand dukes and the palace guards occupied the inner ring, while the people from the Black Sand Territory surrounded them on the outside. Both sides glared at each other, and many
The palms of the men were pressed against the swords, the crossbows were on standby, and the shields were raised, ready for battle at any time.
And all this depends on the crucial conversation between the five Grand Dukes in the Stone Hall.
Even under such circumstances, the Viscount of Menton City in the Black Sand Territory, Lhasa Kambida, is one of the few people who can still remain calm - at least not with the fierce-looking female swordsman Ke who is beside him and whose fingers are flicking.
Compared with Luo Aishi, Viscount Cambida seemed calm and relaxed, not nervous.
Until a sentry scout passed the latest news to his ears, making Cambida frown.
The viscount thought for a moment, then waved to Croash, walked to the corner with a solemn expression, and then sent someone to find the flaming knight Tuleha.
The three of them gathered together, and Cambida took a deep breath and carefully told what he had heard.
"There is news from the sentry post at the palace gate," Viscount Cambida lowered his voice and said in a low voice: "Someone broke into the city gate."
"It is very likely that they have invaded the Palace of Heroes."
As soon as these words came out, Croash's face changed slightly and his eyes flashed, while Tuleha showed a thoughtful expression.
"Breaked into the city gate?" The female swordsman asked worriedly: "Is there something wrong with our defense?"
Cambida shook his head: "I don't know, but the city gate is still in our hands."
"How interesting," Tuleha raised his head, with a slight irritation in his voice: "Count Levan is indeed overconfident sometimes, but Urad should be able to make up for his shortcomings."
"That's what I'm worried about," sighed Cambida.
"A noble-born earl and an order officer who was born as a civilian prisoner - they can't get along too well."
Chloe's eyes moved:
"How many intruders are there?"
Cambida looked subtle and seemed unsure: "Not many, it is said that there are no more than a dozen, or even less."
The other two people were stunned.
"So few?" Kroesh frowned: "What are they going to do?"
Cambida shook his head to express his ignorance.
The Fire Knight snorted coldly: "We have a large group in the palace, nearly five hundred people, most of whom are heavy infantry and heavy swordsmen, so don't worry."
The Lord then narrowed his eyes: "The identity of the intruder? Location?"
As soon as this question came out, Viscount Cambida took a deep breath, showed the most polite smile, and spoke cautiously.
Seems embarrassed by this question.
"According to the description of the sentry post, it is very likely that they are the remaining White Blade Guards outside - maybe there are also Fallen Starmen, or even those Star People."
The Viscount shrugged and said lightly: "I guess they came back after kidnapping the prince."
Sure enough, after blurting out "White Blade Guards" and even "Meteor Star", Tuleha's face became extremely terrifying - as if he had heard a great shame and humiliation.
Cambida observed his expression and said cautiously: "As for the location, they disappeared shortly after they broke in, leaving only a carriage at the entrance of the palace."
silence.
Even Croache remained silent under the signal from Cambida's eyes.
Finally, Lord Tuleha took a deep breath: "I'll go find them and give me a guard - even just four squads, a hundred people."
At this moment, the Fire Knight seemed to have his eyes really on fire: "This time, I will erase them all."
Cambida couldn't help but sigh deeply when he heard this.
Chloe raised her eyebrows.
Tuleha waited quietly for his answer.
His Excellency the Viscount crossed his arms, turned around, and glanced at the door of the hall.
"Look at these people in front of you."
Cambida said softly.
Following his gaze, Tuleha turned to the hall and saw countless soldiers from both sides facing each other nervously.
He frowned.
Cambida said calmly and without doubt: "The palace guards, the White Blade Guards, and the attendants of the Grand Dukes total more than two hundred people - these are not the leaderless warriors outside, they know very well what they want to protect.
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"If the situation changes, they will fight to the death."
"And His Excellency the Grand Duke is here."
Cambida paused for a few seconds.
Tuleha remained silent and seemed to be thinking.
"In this game of chess, the location of the princes is the key," Cambida looked at Tuleha's face and nodded:
"We must maintain an absolute advantage over the Hall of Heroes. Five hundred people versus two hundred people are already very tight. We can no longer take the risk of dividing our troops."
"And those four Grand Dukes are not fools. Any big move by us will reveal unnecessary information to them, thereby hindering His Excellency the Grand Duke's plan."
Tuleha took a deep breath and closed her eyes.
His Excellency the Viscount continued: "As long as Chen uses heavy troops to control the hall, neither the intruders nor these people will have any chance to take advantage of it."
On the other side, the female swordsman Chloe narrowed her eyes and said at the right time: "Why can't we bring more people here? Maybe it will be easier to fight?"
Cambida gave her an approving look.
"The 'more people' you mentioned are standing troops rather than levied troops, madam," Cambida turned to her and said politely: "Besides, we did not come to defend the palace in the first place, and we were not prepared to capture it.
The city gate has to stand here just because of an accident."
He raised his gaze and glanced at Tuleha intentionally or unintentionally: "The only mission is to protect His Excellency the Grand Duke."
Tuleha snorted coldly.
"Then we're just going to watch like this," Croash raised the corners of his mouth, looking at His Excellency the Viscount's subtle eyes: "Let those dozen flies roam around the palace?"
Cambida shook his head.
"The Grand Duke is fighting alone inside, and I have full confidence in him," he nodded: "What we need to do is stand behind him to reduce the occurrence of accidents."
The words fell.
Both Cambida and Croaish looked towards Tulha.
A few seconds passed.
Tuleha finally opened his eyes and let out a long breath.
"You are the temporary commander designated by His Excellency the Grand Duke, and your title is higher than mine," the Fire Knight said coldly, "You have the final say on what to do."
Hearing Tuleha's answer, Cambida smiled.
"Very good," Viscount Cambida nodded, his tone sincere and convincing: "Yes, we can indeed wait here, rely on heavy troops, and wait for work..."
His conversation immediately changed.
"But I think that if the opponent is the Lord of the Stars," Cambida exhaled and said with a faint smile, "he will not be stupid enough to attack the strong with a weak force, and come to him with a weak force to die."
Chloe looked at him and smiled.
"Your Excellency, dear lady, and even that one," Cambida's eyes flashed slightly, and he said with deep meaning: "If you have a fighting force like you in the army, the role it plays in the melee will not be more than a few."
How much stronger is a mortal warrior who works well together."
"So," the Viscount's tone was full of ridicule: "Are you ready?"
Tuleha's eyes lit up, while Croash narrowed his eyes.
"No matter what those people want to do, whether it is a desperate assassination, a desperate attempt to disrupt the situation, or even a sneaky sneak," Cambida looked at the corridor, looked at the road illuminated by the brazier, and smiled slightly: "We all
Keep them busy."
"No time to clone."
"Nowhere to hide."
"Inaccessible."
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Elsewhere in the Palace of Heroes, Thales and others were waiting cautiously in a remote corner.
The remaining White Blade Guards were nervously cleaning up their wounds in the melee, while the Star Soldiers dispersed to report the movement ahead.
"Nicolai is just standing there?"
Thales leaned against the wall and frowned, thinking about the unbelievable scene just now: "Drag those hundreds of enemies?"
Michael raised his gaze.
"If he wants to maintain the effect of Soul Severing Blade, yes."
The stern-haired former officer nodded, with a serious face and a heavy tone: "The conditions for that legendary anti-demon weapon are very harsh."
Putilai on the other side sighed: "I think we have lost an extreme combat capability."
"The only extreme combat power."
Thales frowned.
"He will be fine." Beside him, the little slipper said with a low voice.
After the melee just now, Nicolai turned around and told them to move on with a fierce look.
He continued to stay in the circle of yellow light, resisting the pursuit of the black sand collar.
Indeed, with Nikolai's extraordinary performance, they broke into the Palace of Heroes.
But next...
Thales took a deep breath.
"Go on," the prince gritted his teeth and clenched his fists: "Let's go find Lombard and the Grand Dukes."
"End this damn farce."
Raphael's voice came from behind them.
"At the moment, it seems to be a bit difficult."
Raphael showed a relaxed smile: "We have just inquired about the situation of the two corridors ahead. Although there are no enemy defenses, but..."
Raphael stopped talking and glanced at everyone, his smile not diminishing.
Everyone frowned, waiting for his words.
"There is too much movement. We may have alerted the enemy's guard post," Miranda came up from behind him and said calmly: "The people in the Palace of Heroes - Lumba probably already know about our existence."
Thales sighed: "How many people are there in the palace?"
"It won't be more than the city gate. After all, the pressure on the city gate is greater," Miranda looked at the prince, her eyes tightened unconsciously, showing a trace of guilt: "But the worst estimate..."
"As many as city gates."
Everyone's heart sank.
"So, we are still in danger - even if I follow Slice and sneak in, the situation will not be much better?" Thales thought of those Black Sand soldiers who were not afraid of death and their wave-like appearance.
The pursuit made me feel extremely irritated.
"Well," Cohen raised his eyebrows and rolled his eyes: "That uncle Meteor...can we call him back? Play that trick again?"
The White Blade Guards all stared at him.
Michael also glanced sideways at him, his meaning self-evident.
Cohen's face froze, he shrugged and smiled awkwardly: "I was just asking."
When everyone was looking sad, a familiar yet unfamiliar voice sounded.
It's veteran Gennard.
"They did not form a defense line in front of the palace gate, nor did they divide their troops to patrol the corridors and aisles," the veteran of the Star Legion narrowed his eyes, while the new recruit Willow leaned on the wall next to him, facing the looks of so many big shots.
, seemed very nervous: "Duke John said, 'Where the enemy is is what the enemy thinks'."
"On the battlefield, that says a lot."
Listening to his words, Putilai's eyes moved slightly.
Thales' eyes lit up: "For example?"
"For example," Putilai took over the veteran's words and took a deep breath: "They are very confident in the defense of the city gate and think that no one can break through the city gate."
Thales raised his eyebrows: "Very good, at least we don't have to worry about this problem anymore."
Putilai thought, his eyes flickering: "Secondly, they must have more important things to do, and they are not allowed to disperse their forces."
"For example, deploying heavy troops to protect the most critical and vital places."
The most critical place.
Thales's heart moved and he understood something.
"The commander just said that the hall..." The prince remembered the melee just now: "I think Lumba is in the Hall of Heroes!"
Raphael nodded slowly: "Guess, what is he doing?"
"Third," Putilai narrowed his eyes, thoughtfully: "At least in the Palace of Heroes, the troops of the Black Sand Territory are already stretched thin and cannot be moved lightly."
Thales took a deep breath.
"I understand," the prince said with some emotion: "They are confronting the four Grand Dukes!"
Thales raised his head suddenly: "So they can't divide their troops, and they don't dare to take risks!"
"Because to them...the attitudes of the four Grand Dukes are more critical!"
He must think so.
He must think so.
Putilai nodded firmly.
"So, our current situation seems not good," the deputy envoy said softly, "but compared with just now, it is already a world of difference."
"We really got them where they are."
Putilai raised his head and smiled: "From now on, although our number is small, we will act as a third party who suddenly enters..."
"Taking the initiative."
At that moment, everyone's spirits were lifted.
Is there anything that can boost morale more than hope in desperate situations?
"So," Thales' eyes lit up: "As long as we..."
Putilai nodded.
The thin deputy envoy pursed his lips: "They are defenders and will block our approach at all costs to avoid accidents."