Thales hasn't experienced this feeling for a long time.
grey.
White.
He walked in a gray-white world, from the ground to the walls, from gravel and waste wood to sand and dust, even the air shone with a bright white light, as if the surrounding darkness had been swept away.
There are no other colors.
The surroundings were very quiet, and faint calls could be heard in my ears, just like people underwater hearing calls from the shore.
Like...
It's like another gray and white world.
The young man was quite dazed.
wrong.
His vision was a little shaky and unstable, with slight ghosting from time to time.
The dazed Thales shook his head desperately, leaning his long sword on the gray ground to dispel the faint feeling of dizziness and want to regain his sense of direction.
He only felt his right arm tighten.
A gloved palm with little ripples clasped Thales' arm.
"Concentrate," Yodel's voice came from his ears, leading him forward:
"The paths of shadows reflect reality. They sometimes overlap, but never overlap. When we walk here, we are like drifting on the sea, sometimes floating on the surface and sometimes sinking to the bottom."
"You have to distinguish between reality and illusion, and you can't get lost here."
Thales staggered along the way, being dragged forward by Yodel, the only thing with normal color in the world. He tried his best not to look at the gray and white scene with ghosts around him.
Really bad.
He took a few strong breaths and felt that the air entering his lungs was a little unreal.
Thales watched in surprise as he walked out of the gray-white hall and walked towards the gray-white passage. He watched Yoder carefully avoid the Swords of Disaster that also turned into gray-white figures.
But no one noticed them.
The young man turned around.
"We're just leaving. If you don't help him, help Sak'el?"
Thales gasped, feeling that the words he spoke had a faint echo, like a dream.
"It is not my task to control the enemy." Yoder shook his head and kept holding Thales tightly. The purple mask made a double image in the gray background:
"To me, you are the most important."
In the gray-white world, they speeded up, walked out of the passage, and came to the stone steps.
The few mercenaries who were stuck here seemed to have received some signal and hurried towards the direction they came from, passing by the two people with normal colors.
"Don't touch them." Yodel's reminder was simple.
One of them seemed to feel something. The gray-white man turned his head warily, his eyes passing over Thales and Yoder.
Thales didn't dare to say anything out loud, but just followed Yoder step by step and moved his body, trying his best to avoid other people's sleeves.
After a few tenths of a second, the mercenary shook his head, dropped his guard, and followed his companions' greetings.
Thales breathed a sigh of relief.
"But Sak'el..."
The young man forgot about the road behind him and glanced worriedly: "He has been imprisoned for more than ten years, not to mention his mental state, but his physical fitness, strength and reaction have declined..."
Yodel still shook his head, cherishing words like gold:
"This does not affect his fighting."
Really?
Thales frowned and let out a breath.
"He only has one person, and he has to face eighteen of them, or even more."
Yodel didn't seem to care about this problem at all, and just kept moving forward:
"He will find a way."
Fighting back a slight feeling of dizziness, Thales fell silent.
But Yoder suddenly spoke.
"There's no way around it, we need to show up for a while."
Thales was startled:
"What?"
He soon no longer had any doubts.
I saw several corpses lying down beside the narrow stone steps ahead, including those of mercenaries and those of Shadow Shield. Gray-white blood stains were scattered on the ground.
It seems that the struggle between the Shield of Shadow and the Sword of Disaster continues.
Three black-clad and masked assassins seemed to be the only ones left. They put away their weapons and were making the final finishing touches.
But as soon as one of them raised his head, he suddenly trembled!
"bass!"
A dagger pierced through his chest, and then he drew back with a hiss.
Following this, a purple mask appeared out of thin air behind his shoulder.
His companions were extremely alert and immediately grabbed weapons, but the masked attacker was faster than him!
The sneak attacker stepped forward and slashed lightly with the dagger in his hand.
"Shua——"
The last action of this unlucky assassin was to cover his throat, which was making a sound like running water, and fell to the ground helplessly.
The last assassin who was farther away was shocked and retreated quickly subconsciously!
But another long sword with shining silver light and graceful arc has broken through the air, with great force and heavy force, heading straight for his head!
"call!"
The assassin raised two strange-shaped weapons with handguards, crossed them over his head, and slid down, preparing to roll to the side with the help of blocking.
Something unexpected happened: the long sword with a graceful arc suddenly changed its trajectory midway, turning into a stab and sending it away gently!
"laugh!"
The assassin was in disbelief - he watched helplessly as the sword edge passed by his perfect block and stabbed straight into his throat.
Thales drew out his sword steadily and looked at the blood on the sword with disgust.
On the other side, after dealing with the two men, Yodel, who had just arrived, looked at the prince silently, the gear behind the mirror hole turning slightly.
"Nice shot."
Yoder put away his dagger and said with deep meaning:
"So, you have awakened the power of termination."
Thales didn't answer, just nodded.
Northland military swordsmanship, two moves in two different sets of attacks.
Thunderbolt cross pose, and ambush pose.
The middle is connected with a fold of fate.
only……
The young man looked at the assassin with blood streaming from his throat with complicated eyes, watching him trembling and crawling on the ground, groaning and waiting for the end of his life.
There is no way to kill with one hit.
Thales looked at the desperate eyes of the assassin and sighed: the moment he drew his sword to meet the enemy, the enthusiasm and enjoyment of the previous Swords of Disaster when they killed the enemy always appeared in front of his eyes.
And at the moment when the sin of the prison river surged up, imitating the twists and turns of fate, the faint emotion reached its peak.
well.
"I hate this." Thales shook his head, gritted his teeth and raised his sword, wanting to completely end the assassin's pain.
But Yoder suddenly reached out and grabbed Thales' wrist tightly.
In the prince's confused eyes, the masked guard squatted down gently, stabbed and drew the dagger in his hand, and took away the enemy's life.
Thales put down his sword and watched silently as the masked guard stood up. With a slight flick of the sword's edge, the blood on the Supreme Sword suddenly cleared away and became as clean as new.
Yodel patted him on the shoulder.
"You shouldn't like it."
The masked guard said calmly.
Thales suppressed the discomfort in his heart and smiled at Yoder.
The prince raised his head, picked up the torch, and looked at the road leading to the ground.
"I don't know if you heard it, but the Swords of Disaster probably know another way that can lead to the outside..."
Yoder shook his head. He took out the long dark green stone from his arms and handed it to Thales.
"As long as you have the key," the masked guard said in a hoarse voice with a hint of certainty, "we can catch them all."
"Now, we just need to get to the ground safely."
But what after that?
Thales looked at the dark cell key in his hand steadily, with more questions in his heart.
What to do with the fast rope?
What to do with Dean?
What to do with the secret department?
Thales, who was in a state of confusion, knew that now was not the time to think about such things. He tried his best to eliminate distracting thoughts, threw away the torch, took Yoder's extended hand, and followed him into the path of shadows again.
But luck doesn't always favor them.
When they went up another floor and came to a corridor, Yodel suddenly trembled slightly.
"careful."
"There's something weird ahead."
Before the prince could react, the masked guard quickly let go of Thales' arm.
Thales, who was still enduring discomfort in the path of shadows, felt his surroundings shake, and the gray-white world in front of him rippled again, returning to its normal color—dimness—like the receding tide.
Thales groaned in pain, leaning on his sword on the ground in the dizziness caused by the world's transformation, trembling and retching.
how?
While he was still wondering, Yodel had already disappeared from sight.
But almost at the same time, the moment Thales appeared, a familiar and terrifying male voice sounded from the darkness ahead.
"I knew you would always find a way out of trouble, Your Highness."
As the firelight lit up, a fair-skinned man holding a torch appeared in front of Thales with a friendly smile:
"It's not in vain that I have been worried and waited here for so long."
When Thales saw this man, he had a headache and rested his forehead on his hands.
"What a coincidence."
The prince twitched the corner of his mouth and called out the name of the person in front of him with some annoyance: "Diezi."
The driller shook the torch in his hand and smiled broadly.
Thales suddenly missed Ricky's group of mercenaries.
Swords of Disaster, shouldn't you drive these people away and kill them all?
Why is it so useless?
It's useless to think too much. Thales tried his best to clear away excess emotions, vigilantly entered the hell sense, and observed his surroundings.
The boss looked at his alert look and arched his shoulders helplessly, which was a little funny.
But Thales knew that "funny" was definitely not one of the adjectives that fit this guy.
"Don't bother, Your Highness," the driller raised his hands and said sincerely.
"I'm a businessman, and I don't like violence if things can be settled through negotiation."
Is it.
Thales looked at him with a headache, feeling the information coming from hell's senses.
Don't like violence...
Then why are there at least a dozen breathing sounds hidden in the darkness behind you?
"That's really reassuring." Tailspi said with a smile, trying to find Yoder's location.
But Yoder still didn't show up, and he didn't take him out through the shadow path just now.
This means that the enemy is difficult to avoid and difficult to deal with.
What would you do, Yodel?
"Fortunately, our smart Baron Russell is not here, so I will be honest," the drill seemed very happy:
"Don't worry, Your Highness, we have no intention of handing you over to the Northlanders at all. We are only cooperating with them through King Charman's intelligence channels... You know, our manpower in the Star Territory is not very powerful."
Don't you plan to hand me over to the Northlanders?
hehe.
This was the expression Thales wanted to give him back.
But he can't.
"So you want to say that you want to devour me all to yourself?" Thales maintained his expression and twitched the corner of his mouth.
The drill boy shook his head.
"No, our goal in coming to Blade Tooth Camp is just to see you alone."
Zhuozi's eyes narrowed to a slit, and his expression became serious:
"Let's see if the legendary wise prince, His Highness, can be our savior."
Thales was slightly startled.
"Savior?"
But the next second, the driller's words and actions shocked Thales, who was originally full of vigilance.
I saw the man lifted up his cloak and knelt down on one knee in front of the prince, extremely respectful.
Bjordl is even worse.
"The noble first heir to the Kingdom of Stars, His Highness Thales Bright Star."
The driller's voice was submissive, his tone was respectful, his posture was humble, and he seemed to have no hostility:
"'Kawsai', here represents the Shadow Shield. We are willing to be loyal to you and march for you to redeem the heinous sin we have committed and reverse our declining destiny."