Facing the reversed situation, Nicolai, who was injured more and more, looked ugly.
He tried to pull out the crossbow arrow that pierced his left arm and left shoulder, but the arrow wound on the right side affected his right hand, and he could only fail with repeated efforts and groans.
Nicolai could only sigh softly, and ended his sixth effort to pull out the crossbow with a groan.
"How did you shoot me?"
The Fallen Starman looked reluctantly at the inconspicuous black arm crossbow, and then looked angrily at the crossbow arrow that nailed him to the rock wall.
"That weapon, what is its ability?"
Monty, who was also dying, lay weakly on the ground. The severely burned man struggled to hold on to the rock and tried to sit up, silently regaining his strength.
Just listen to the disdainful snort of the Death Horn Crow:
"I don't need to tell you."
Nicolai could not help but grit his teeth slightly as he looked at him.
"Then come on," the meteorite man was sweating profusely under the severe pain, but he still trembled his lips and squeezed out a few words from between his teeth:
"Break my neck and end it."
The Death Crow stared at his miserable appearance, and after a while, he suddenly grinned.
"I won't take the risk of getting close to you again, Thornhead," Monty endured the pain, tore off a complete piece of clothing, gently wiped his wound, and slowly bandaged it in the same way as Nicolai:
"We are all in a bad situation now..."
Monty raised his head with difficulty and tried his best to smile: "If we are in close combat again, God knows what surprises you have prepared for me to turn defeat into victory."
Nicolai narrowed his eyes.
"You're afraid of me." The Fallen Star said coldly.
The Dead Crow shook his head, tore open the strip of cloth with his teeth, and bandaged his unoptimistic right arm while grimacing in pain: "On the contrary, I have already controlled the situation."
"Just wait for me to slow down, keep this distance, reload the crossbow, and load a few crossbow arrows," Monty gasped, pointing his trembling fingers at the time crossbow in the distance and then at his opponent, his eyes sharp:
"The rest is just fixed target practice."
Nicolai's face darkened.
The meteorite's right hand weakly grasped the arrow shaft in front of his shoulder, trying to break it. But the crossbow arrows were much harder than ordinary long arrows, and there was no sharp weapon like the Rising Sun Saber. Coupled with the injured and weak right hand, his efforts had no effect.
It is limited and can only gasp after painful attempts.
Monty laughed at this.
He was shaking all over, sweating and tearing off the bloody clothes on his chest, trying to stand up on the ground, but finally fell to the ground.
"Hahaha," Monty laughed nonchalantly as he fell down embarrassedly: "So this has become a game of 'last till the end', right?"
On the rocky ground, the two injured men stared at each other, sparks flying in the air.
Death Crow turned over, and the severe burns made him groan in pain: "Remember the 'meeting ceremony' we gave to welcome new people? That bastard Bingshan stripped us naked and threw us into the heavy snow on the first night, and told us to run away
There was hot water at the end, so a bunch of naked men were trembling and running for their lives..."
Nicolai frowned tightly.
Monty took a deep breath: "We were almost freezing and couldn't reach the finish line. It wasn't until we collapsed that we realized there was no finish line at all. The so-called meeting ceremony and the tradition of the Blade Guard were just to test our limits."
His eyes were frozen in the air, as if he was saying to himself: "Lies are always the most effective whip."
Nicolai shook his head with a stiff expression.
"You are not worthy of mentioning the Guards," the remaining finishing power in his body surged towards the injury, trying his best to relieve the severe pain in his shoulder, "the betrayer of the Blade Oath."
The Death Crow froze slightly and his breathing became slightly heavy.
"Blade oath...betrayal..." At that moment, Monty's expression was a little dazed.
But after a moment, the man smiled and shrugged, and endured the pain of the burns and hissed: "Whatever you say, anyway..."
The Dead Crow's expression became solemn and his eyes were cold:
"These are your last words."
"Meteor."
To his surprise, Nicolai smiled.
He leaned against the rock wall and looked at Monty with extremely complicated eyes.
"If half of what you said is true, Big Mouth... then at least, at least initially you were not a member of the occult."
Nicolai narrowed his eyes: "What made you betray, or what did the secret department catch you for?"
Monty was startled for a moment, then burst into laughter: "Oh my god, you are really starting to sound more and more like Kaslan."
Nicolai ignored his words to change the subject.
"The career of the White Blade Guard may bring you torture, but you will not make any progress if you surrender to the maggots in the night of the Secret Department. You don't really think that they are your savior and can save you from trouble, right?"
Monty's smile disappeared.
"That's a worse step." The Faller looked at the Rising Sun Saber and Time Crossbow in the distance: "You must have other reasons for walking out of one abyss and throwing yourself into another abyss."
Monty was silent for a few seconds and smiled with pain and joy.
"Some things don't need a reason."
The Dead Crow snorted coldly: "Maybe I was born to be a traitor, heartless, indifferent to emotions, and lacking in conscience, so Kaslan chose me to be that dirty knife."
But Nicolai still ignored him and continued talking to himself: "That was your first betrayal, right? That assassination."
Monty's eyebrows moved.
The Falling Star Man seemed to be reminiscing about the past, and said calmly: "After Prince Suril died, you tried every means to leave Longxiao City and the late king, because you were also afraid, afraid that he would discover the truth."
"And the reason that instigated your betrayal may be the assassination eighteen years ago."
Nicolai stared at Monty steadily.
The Dead Crow looked back at him with a solemn expression.
"Damn, not only have you become stronger," Monty murmured, "you've also become more suspicious."
Nicolai glanced at the unconscious prince who was moaning softly.
"If you have been facing off day and night for six full years with a cunning, insidious, scheming Prince of the Stars who plots against you every day, but you can't even lay a finger on him," the Fallen Star Man said coldly:
"You will become just like me."
Monty shook his head and laughed.
"None of this matters anymore," the Death Crow tried to struggle to get up again, and a ruthless look returned to his face: "Just wait for me..."
At this moment, Nicolai spoke softly and spit out another name:
"Adele."
At that moment, Monty, who was trying to get up, froze in place.
It took a while before the usually relaxed-looking Death Crow was able to sit down.
Like a chess piece that has lost its center of gravity.
Looking at Monty who was unusually gloomy, Nicolai let out a deep sigh.
"You haven't forgotten her yet, have you?"
The Death Crow's neck was like an old and rusty clock. He turned to Nicolai slowly and with difficulty, his expression stiff: "What?"
The sun sets again at an angle, and their shadows gradually tilt eastward.
The Fallen Starman was like a stricken old man, with a gloomy face and a lost tone: "The reason why you threw yourself into the stars and into the secret department at the expense of others and yourself, and the reason why you insisted on Prince Suril's death, I can only think of this.
.”
Monty looked at his old boss in shock: "You, you..."
"You thought you concealed it well back then, and no one knew about it," Nicolai chuckled with an unclear expression, but his words were full of exhaustion: "But the way you looked at Mrs. Adele, and your abnormal
Number of duties and locations..."
"No, no," Monty's breathing quickened, and his eyes looking at Nicolai were filled with incredible emotion: "You know?"
"So you figured it out a long time ago?"
"Son of a bitch," Nicolai just looked at him coldly and affirmed: "So, your betrayal is indeed related to that woman."
"Right?"
The Death Crow lowered his head and was silent for a long time.
The Fallen Star stared at him like an inquisitor, his eyes like swords.
Monty suddenly moved.
I saw him pulling at the corners of his mouth, looking up and laughing as his cheeks twitched: "Hahaha..."
Nicolai closed his eyes and looked sad.
"Adele," the Dead Crow breathed out softly and repeated the name with a lonely expression: "Adele, yes, she is the turning point of everything."
"boom!"
Not sure if it was because of his injuries or because of his emotions, Nicolai gave him a hard elbow and hit the rock wall on his back: "Damn it, damn it..."
"Damn it!"
The meteorite man once again held the arrow shaft hard and tried to break it. He groaned in pain and sweated coldly as he bit out words intermittently: "Back then, when I was arranging my posts, I deliberately moved you away... I used all kinds of means.
, I will try my best to keep you away from the Blood Courtyard and Mrs. Adele, so that you will not be able to see her for several years..."
"I even went to you for a drink, uncharacteristically, and advised you to quickly find a girl and start a family..."
Monty was slightly startled.
"ah!"
Nikolai, who failed to escape again, screamed in pain and smashed the rock wall angrily: "I have done so much, don't you fucking understand what I mean? Stay away from her, stay away from that ominous and beautiful person."
Stay away from the shameless Conmas woman and abandon your boring and arrogant and taboo feelings!"
Monty froze in place, motionless.
The next moment, resentment and anger appeared on Dead Crow's face.
He slapped the ground violently, stood up unsteadily regardless of his injuries, and glared at the Fallen Star with a cannibalistic look:
Monty held on to the rock tremblingly, gritting his teeth and growling hoarsely: "So it's you, it's you, Thornhead?"
"In the first years when Adele was married to Longxiao City, you deliberately transferred me away, just to ensure that I stayed away from her? Can't see her? Can't get close to her?"
The dead Crow, who was covered in wounds, threw out his arms in grief and anger: "It's you!"
A tiny handleless flying knife flashed through the air.
Nicolai took a breath and subconsciously waved his right hand!
"Ding!"
The flying knife grazed Nikolai's wrist guard, missed the rock wall, and fell down weakly.
Monty, who threw the throwing knife, lost his balance and fell to the ground, raising dust.
But he paid no attention to it and just used his bloody arms to prop himself up again.
"Even in those years when she suffered the most, suffered the most, and suffered the most, I was not there, let alone see her, and couldn't help her..."
For the first time, there was a vibrato in Monty's words: "Is it all because of you?"
The Meteorite looked at the flying knife and became even more angry.
"That's for your own good!"
He let out a loud sigh: "I thought you could get rid of those unrealistic fantasies..."
"Can't you see it, you idiot?"
But Monty didn't pay attention to Nicolai's words at all. The anger on his face suddenly turned into sadness, sometimes into loss, and sometimes into sadness.
Dozens of seconds passed, and the only sounds left in the air were the breathing of two men.
Eventually, all the expression on Dead Crow's face disappeared.
He stared blankly at the ground and fell into the dust again.
"I thought my method worked," Nicolai lowered his head, his eyes were surly, and he clenched his right fist: "I thought you could forget about her as long as you got drunk and went to find a few women like usual.
Already..."
Monty turned over with difficulty. He first looked at Nicolai in a daze, and then laughed strangely.
The smile was so big and wide that even tears came out of his eyes.
"Forgot her?"
"How can it be."
The man with burns all over his body exhaled slowly, his voice filled with endless regret and regret:
"I will never forget the day I entered Vine City. The gentle and graceful Miss Adele Guest, who was in her prime, said goodbye to her parents, brothers and sisters with red eyes.
Reluctantly, step by step, we slowly stepped onto the wedding carriage of our Longxiao City mission."
"Towards the cold north."
Monty looked at the sky, his right hand trembling slightly:
"I remember helping Adele get into the car, her blushing face, her innocent smile, and her shy thank you."
The Dead Crow spoke in a daze, his face full of confusion:
"I remember the beautiful bow on her wrist, the pattern of the pattern on her skirt, and her softly playing the piano and singing her voice in the carriage. Her singing seemed to have a power that made the people in the North who were accustomed to fighting and fighting hold their breath.
.”
Nicolai closed his eyes tightly, letting out an almost inaudible growl from his throat, and the blood vessels in his arms bulged from excessive exertion.
"I still remember that I, who was usually smooth-tongued, suddenly became clumsy. I could only sweat profusely and comfort the young lady whose eyes were red with sadness. I comforted her by saying that Northland is a good place and all the things there.
People are bold and uninhibited, tolerant and generous, unyielding and enthusiastic. They said that Prince Suril was heroic and brave, and that she would be happy. All these things were later proven to be shameless lies."
Monty sat up with difficulty and looked at the Fallen Star absently and sadly.
"Yes, I met her earlier than all of you," the man said with a sad expression, "and lost her earlier."
Nicolai let out a heavy breath and looked at Monty in disbelief: "Losing her?"
"Damn it, she was never yours!"
The meteorite hit the rock wall with another punch.
He lost his composure and roared under the dual physical and mental pain: "That is His Highness the Prince's wife! She even has a child!"
"For the sake of a woman, you forgot your identity, betrayed the White Blade Guards, betrayed the king and prince, don't you think it's ridiculous!"
Monty snorted.
He ignored Nicolai's accusation and just smiled indifferently.
"Of course, a maggot like me who was born in darkness and lives on scavenging in the mud is not even qualified to miss Adele."
The Dead Crow lay on the ground and sighed slowly: "I figured it out a long time ago: As a noble and beautiful princess, she has no reason to deal with a country man who was born as a hunter, whose words and deeds are rude, and whose hands are bloody.
The humble guard."
His eyes wandered, and he gasped with a wry smile: "The only thing I can do, and the only thing I long for, is to seize the few moments I have in the Palace of Heroes, to patrol the house seriously and frequently, and to pretend to be on guard when I pass by her courtyard.
Looking around, I occasionally glanced at the lonely-looking girl."
"The only thing I hope for, and the only thing I am satisfied with, is to wait until there is no one around in the middle of the night, huddle alone in a dark corner of the Blood Courtyard, looking at the flowers and plants she has taken care of, looking at the stars in the sky, thinking about it over and over again
The smile she once had."
"That's enough," Monty, who was immersed in the past, said blankly:
"enough."
"Asshole, coward," Nicolai looked at him with disdain: "I really regret talking to you so much. I should have castrated you with a knife when I discovered that you had evil intentions."
Monty shook his head, as if he didn't hear what the other party said.
"so……"
"When that night comes," Death Crow seemed to have regained his composure. He sneered, and the color in his eyes became terrifying and cold again: "Do you know how I feel?"
Nicolai was startled:
"That night?"
Monty glanced at him, his face clearly expressionless, but the inexplicable emotion in his eyes made the Fallen Star uneasy.
"That night, once again, as King Black Crow, I rushed back to Longxiao City from the war-torn Star Kingdom to report to King Nuen and his son."
Monty narrated without sadness or joy, as if what happened next had nothing to do with him: "It was also that night that Prince Suril summoned me privately."
"Our majestic and brave His Majesty Suriel Walton, calmly and indifferently ordered me: There is a royal scandal that should not be made public and needs to be dealt with urgently."
Nicolai froze.
I don’t know when it started, but the voice of the dead crow began to tremble:
"He ordered me to get rid of his wife without leaving any trouble."
"Prince and Princess, Lady Adele."
Monty slowly raised his eyes, the darkness in his eyes boundless: "And the lover she loves with all her heart."