Yodel, who always hides in darkness and kills with every strike...
Captured?
The Shadow Shields behind the drill lit two torches, lighting up the small corridor.
Although his expression could not be seen through the mask, Yoder's struggle became increasingly weak.
Bearing the pulling force from all four directions of his limbs, his figure faded several times, trying to enter the path of shadow. However, due to the strength of the chains, his intention failed many times and he was forced to reveal himself.
"Lurking, provoking, and profiting, you really had a great time down here, dear colleague."
The man seemed to be relieved. He showed a slightly ferocious smile and looked at the masked guest who was invited with a chain: "Maybe you are quite regretful that we failed to fulfill your wish. Under the strange instigation, you and the Sword of Disaster
Fight to the death?"
In the dark and dreary prison, Yodel did not answer. His dark purple mask was facing the drill at least five steps away.
His silence made him frown slightly.
Oops.
Thales forced himself to calm down.
He gritted his teeth, bent his knees slightly, and raised the silver diamond sword in his hand to eye level.
There are not many two-handed sword styles in the Northland military swordsmanship. Most of them are forced counterattacks after the shield is broken.
but now……
He held the sword in both hands and looked at the nearest chainmailer.
Just force one of them back.
Thales called out to the sin of the Hell River that covered his feet, and prepared to use his strength.
"Ah, no no no."
The sharp-eyed driller did not miss this scene. He raised his eyebrows, raised his index finger to Thales in a friendly manner, and shook it slightly from side to side.
"If it were me, I wouldn't do that," the driller shook his head, his smile still polite:
"Your Highness."
As he spoke, he gently pushed out the awl in his hand and pointed at Yoder's throat in front of him.
This action stopped the anxious Thales in his tracks!
"After all, you have a precious body."
The drill shook the weapon in his hand, the corners of his mouth curved a little wider, and he meant something in his words.
"I can't afford it if there's any damage."
hateful.
Seeing the proud and confident smile on his face, Thales took a deep breath, put down the long sword in mid-air, and had no choice but to give up his intention of attacking and rescuing the siege.
He tried his best to get rid of irritable thoughts and desperately thought of a way to solve Yoder's predicament.
Yoder struggled with his right arm again, and the tip of the Supreme Sword penetrated one of the links on the chain, but the assassin holding the chain immediately reversed the force at a tricky angle, shattering the masked guard's intentions.
"You talked so much nonsense," Thales looked at Yoder who was fighting against the four people and felt deeply troubled:
"Just to lure him out?"
The driller clicked his tongue and shook his head.
"It's not all nonsense, Your Highness," the assassin leader bowed, as polite as ever, but Thales could no longer feel the respect in his words:
"Please believe in my sincerity."
It was as if from this moment on, he had mastered the final move of the general on the chessboard.
Calm down, Thales.
calm.
The prince took a deep breath and listened desperately to the direction of the drill in his hellish senses.
The four people wrestling with Yodel were breathing unsteadily and continued to consume.
The two assassins behind the drill were repairing silently and replying.
The drill man's left arm was still trembling slightly. It seemed that he was not without any injuries after the close encounter with Yoder.
but……
Thales looked worriedly at the darkness behind the drill: there were still multiple breaths coming from there.
His greatest reliance was suddenly lost, and he was unable to save the hostages with one against many.
what to do?
How can...
He looked at the trapped Yoder, caressing Ricky's silver diamond sword, feeling its almost perfect balance in the hand, but he knew that he was in the most unbalanced situation.
The drill seemed to have completely recovered from the sudden attack. He took a few steps to the side, looked at the tightly restrained Yoder, and clicked his tongue.
"Six years ago, two groups of my men accepted the commission from Val Arend and headed south to the interior of the stars that they had not dared to set foot in for many years."
He sighed softly and narrowed his eyes slightly when looking at Yoder.
"In the end, after a failed carriage assassination and the ensuing secret siege, only two sentries came back alive."
Upon hearing this, Thales was slightly startled.
six years ago.
Val Arend.
Carriage assassination...
Wouldn't that be...
The driller snorted coldly, and the awl in his hand swiped across Yoder's mask:
"What a coincidence, a similar mask also appears in their description."
"So...who are you?"
Yodel remained silent, but Thales saw that the chain hook holding Yodel's arm was leaking a little blood, and the latter's struggle became smaller and smaller.
But the masked guard shook his head slightly at him.
"Well," Drillzi, who didn't get a response from the target for a long time, raised the corners of his mouth:
"It's obvious that you are not an orator."
hateful!
Thales's breathing became more and more rapid, and he raised the sword in his hand several times.
Yodel remained silent, as if someone had sealed his mouth with an iron.
Under the dim firelight, the familiar yet unfamiliar dark purple mask looked simple and monotonous.
The assassin leader finally gave up trying to communicate with the masked stranger.
Maybe... maybe he is mute.
"Now, the uncertain factors affecting our communication have been resolved," the driller slowly turned his head and suddenly looked at Thales:
"Will you come with us, Your Highness?"
He still had that amiable smile, standing among the cloaked assassins, standing in front of the impenetrable darkness, extending his hand to Thales from afar.
But the prince only felt a chill down his spine.
"We can get along and work well together."
Looking at his palm, Thales's eyebrows were so tight that his teeth were almost broken.
He moved his hands and drew an arc with his long sword, getting used to the characteristics of this weapon.
"Ambushing my guards is not a good sign for cooperation."
Zhuo Zi put down his palm and said with a smile: "I think so. After all, he didn't hesitate when he swung his sword at me."
Thales was speechless for a moment.
He changed his attitude and said coldly: "Listen, son-in-law, if you still want to get out alive..."
When the prince said this, he stopped abruptly and cut off the remaining words "The secret department has surrounded this place".
No.
Confirming this news in front of the dealer will only make him more desperate and more concerned about the hostages and chips in his hands.
what to do?
Thales looked at Yoder, but could only see a reflection in his mirror.
"We can discuss what you said," Thales said bravely, "but as the first step in negotiations, I would rather see my guards healthy and safe."
The driller stared at him carefully for a long time, then smiled, very happily.
As he smiled, the assassins holding chains bound Yoder tighter.
The masked guard trembled and shook his head at Thales again.
"There is only one way to ensure his safety, Your Highness."
Perhaps he was tired of Thales' words, so the drill's smile was a little cold.
The driller narrowed his eyes into thin slits and tilted his head slightly:
"And you already know that."
Thales clenched the hilt of the sword in his hand.
Damn it!
A slippery, slippery guy, cooperation, negotiation, interests, nothing can attract his attention.
He only wants me!
I!
The driller stared at Thales closely for a long time and didn't seem to be in any hurry.
"In fact, I heard a lot about you, including your character, from Baron Russell, and he heard a lot about you from King Charmaine."
Hearing that name again, Thales suddenly felt something bad.
The driller smiled and took a step forward, looked at Yodel, and then at Thales.
"For example, you are both kind-hearted and decisive."
The driller's face moved slightly, and he gently raised the awl: "But I have always been curious, how can these two characteristics appear in the same person?"
"Well, we have a chance to verify it today."
In front of Thales's ugly face, the drill gently put the tip of the awl on the masked guard's neck and grinned.
Yoder remained motionless, his arms dripping with blood.
The assassins tightened their grip on his limbs with increasing force.
"What does this mean?" Thales' face turned pale and he spoke faster.
"Like I said, I'm a businessman."
The drill seemed helpless and spread out his left hand, but the awl in his right hand suddenly clasped Yoder's throat!
Thales couldn't help but clench his fists.
"Transactions are always consensual. Therefore, I hope to see you be quiet and willing to go with us without causing trouble, making mistakes, or playing tricks. You know, we are deeply aware of how difficult you are.
"
The driller twitched the corner of his mouth meaningfully and gestured to the silent Yoder.
"Choose, Your Highness," Daozi said with a smile on his face, but a cold light flashed in his eyes:
"Do you want the king's kindness or the king's decisiveness?"
Kindness...
Thales glanced at Yoder, who was unable to move, with a pale face.
Or decisive?
His eyes glanced at the awl pressed against the masked guard's throat.
Damn it!
In the dim firelight, Yoder shook his head imperceptibly again.
Thales looked at him bitterly.
hateful.
No.
Thales took a breath and suppressed the anger in his heart.
calm.
Calm down, Thales.
calm!
He took several deep breaths and glanced at each Shadow Assassin one after another.
They want me.
Thales repeated it subconsciously in his heart.
Want me.
I!
A few minutes later, Prince Xingchen curled his lips and smiled.
Smiling extremely confidently.
The driller looked at the prince with this appearance, wondering whether he should move the awl in his hand and urge him again.
"I'll go with you, of course there's no problem, but I have a problem."
The driller raised his eyebrows, indicating that he was willing to listen.
Thales said in a deep voice: "You don't care about me, do you?"
What?
The drill boy was slightly stunned.
"No matter what you want to get from me, wealth, secrets, chips, power, hostages or amulets... don't forget that I am the heir to the Kingdom of Stars first."
Thales turned away his eyes and spoke in the most cold and alienated manner he could think of:
"Shadow Shield, you might as well take the king's attitude and perception into consideration. Suppose you are still in that position after today, giving orders to your men. Brother, let's take a guess. After today, compared to Lumba,
Compared to my father, what kind of future will the future Thales I give you?"
Zhuozi's expression changed slightly, and his face slowly turned cold.
call.
The prince raised his sword coldly and pointed it at the drill!
"In the next few decades of my reign, what kind of future will the entire Star Kingdom give you?"
"If you really valued me, you wouldn't threaten me with the life of a guard," Thales said coldly with a tough attitude, "But you still did it, maybe because you don't care."
The driller narrowed his eyes slightly: "Your Highness, we..."
But Thales spoke very quickly and interrupted him.
Just listen to the prince calmly and steadily:
"There's only one explanation."
"Maybe you are not afraid of killing him at all, not afraid of angering me, and not afraid of the possible consequences."
Every word he said made Diaozi's brows frown more and more.
Thales looked at the extremely embarrassed Yodel from a distance.
But in his mind, he recalled the scene when he was a child, holding his scarred and dying self, walking through the rooftops, alleys, and sentry tower walls of Yongxing City.
He clenched his fists unconsciously.
"Perhaps, being loyal to me and cooperating with me is a lie," Thales sneered: "Because when you first came to me under a nice banner, you didn't even intend to let me rise to the top or be crowned.
, becoming a king will bring trouble to you, right?"
"Perhaps, after you took me away and used me, you originally planned to kill me."
Listening to Thales' words, Drill's face became even more ugly.
At that moment, Yoder's mask moved slightly, and the reflected firelight flashed on the mirror hole.
"It seems like I have no choice at all," Thales gritted his teeth and raised his sword:
"Once you kill him, you will prove your attitude."
"For my future and my throne, I have no choice but to fight to the death and fight to the death."
He looked at each assassin resolutely and coldly:
"Right?"
The dark cell suddenly became very quiet, with only the faint sounds of fighting coming from the distance.
Yoder struggled again, but the awl of the drill pressed up, preventing him from moving any further.
The driller stared at Thales.
It was like meeting him for the first time.
A few seconds passed, and the drill finally took a deep breath and tried to force a smile:
"Your Highness, we didn't have to be so tense..."
But Thales interrupted him again.
"But you have a choice."
Unexpectedly, the Prince of Stars, who had looked at death just a moment ago, now smiled: "It was just an assumption, bitch, an assumption once you kill him."
The drill boy frowned again.
"But I guess you are not the kind of person who is willing to go all the way on Teng's old road, Zhuo Zi, so if you want to prove your sincerity and prove that you are useful to me, and I don't have to fight to the death, then you might as well start from now on.
start."
The driller stared at him, his expression frozen.
Thales calmed down his aggressive expression and raised a finger seriously:
"There is only one way to secure your future."
Thales lowered the blade of his sword, stretched out his palm towards Yoder, and kept his eyes on the drill:
"And you already know that, Drill."
Listening to the lines the prince gave him in return, the drill boy had to frown.
Thales stared at him steadily.
Yoder's mask was still gray and heavy, with only the mirror holes reflecting the faint firelight.
The boy's face twisted.
"Choose, drill."
At this time, Thales's eyes were piercing, and he said in a deep voice deliberately: "There are two roads in front of you."
He curled up the corners of his mouth, gently brushed the spine of the silver diamond sword with his left hand, and nudged his chin at the bound Yoder.
"You want the king's tolerance..."
Thales tied his fingers and nodded his head gently:
"Or do you want the king's life?"
At that moment, Douzi's face turned pale.
The dark cell was eerily silent, as if people in the distance were separated.
Even the sound of the battle between the Sword of Disaster and the Shield of Shadows has not been heard for a long time.
The eyes of the Star Prince and the assassin leader met several times in the firelight.
The masked guard slowly lowered his head and remained motionless.
Finally, after struggling for a while, the boy's face completely relaxed.
He reluctantly raised the corners of his mouth and showed an unwilling smile.
"You are well-deserved, Your Highness."
The driller let out a long sigh, removed the sharp cone from Yoder's throat as if resigned to his fate, and left the masked guard.
At that moment, Thales, who was holding on to the sword, finally breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.
I just heard the driller put away his weapon, rubbed his chin, and said with profound meaning: "Push both of us into a desperate situation at the same time, throw the dilemma of choice back to me, and force me to retreat without restraint."
"Who taught you this? A hot-blooded and brainless Northerner?"
Thales chuckled.
"My father."
He lowered his sword and was distracted for a moment, his thoughts returning to the past:
"Six years ago, he used this method to end a bloody war between stars and dragons."
The driller nodded.
But at this moment, Thales felt his hair stand on end!
His hellish senses instantly felt strange.
Someone!
At that moment, the prince who had experienced many dangers subconsciously turned around and waved his sword!
The sins of the prison river surged forward and flooded my brain, as if time slowed down in an instant.
"call!"
Amidst the sound of his sleeves being torn apart, Thales saw the figure of the sneak attacker clearly with shock and anger.
assassin.
In that stretched second, Thales saw the situation clearly in shock:
Three assassins in Shadow Shield attire were rushing towards him from behind him on the left and right, either wearing gloves or holding blunt weapons!
On the other side, the driller with a satisfied smile took back a strange silent bone whistle from his mouth into his arms.
This is……
Make noise in the east and attack in the west.
They were not prepared to capture me alive...
Negotiate with me.
Thales said subconsciously.
Oops.
The sins of the Hell River surged up very quickly, filling his hands and legs. With his long sword, he broke through his usual speed and slashed at the sneak attacker on the left rear.
But this was already his limit, and Thales was unable to take care of the other two people.
No.
No!
Oops.
That's too late.
In that second, Thales thought blankly.
Learned another lesson.
Don't follow the assassin...
Be reasonable.
His sins of Hell River reached the limit, retreated from his brain, and time seemed to return to normal.
But Thales's expected fainting did not happen.
replaced by
"laugh!"
A monotonous and crisp sound of metal entering flesh suddenly sounded!
Thales was shocked.
He saw a sword coming through the air and flying towards the two assassins he was unaware of!
The two assassins trembled in the air as if they were hit head-on by high-speed war horses, and they were stunned!
"boom!"
The two flew out in opposite directions, hitting the wall one after the other.
Thales looked at the two assassins in surprise: like meat skewers, they were nailed to the wall one after another by a weapon that came through the air and an ordinary long sword that pierced through the chest.
Only twitching.
Zhuozi and his companions were completely unable to react. They just stared blankly at the long sword that fell from the sky and shot out like a javelin, shaking on the wall.
"Tap! Tread! Tread!"
Before Thales had time to think about it, a strange figure suddenly appeared beside him.
The prince turned around and could only see the strange figure stretching his arms and grabbing the third assassin's throat accurately.
The assassin seemed in disbelief and struggled to fight back, but his opponent didn't give him any chance and slapped him diagonally against the wall next to him!
"Boom!"
There was a heavy muffled sound.
The strange figure retracted its arm, strangled the assassin tightly, and hit the wall again!
"Boom!"
The second muffled sound.
The assassin's opponent pulled the assassin back on his arm for the second time and hit the wall one last time!
"Kara!"
Only a strange, ominous crisp sound was heard.
The next second, the assassin slipped softly from his opponent's arm and fell to the ground, motionless.
The air returned to calm.
Thales looked around blankly: two assassins were nailed to the wall, moaning in pain, dying before their eyes, and one fell to the ground softly, making no sound.
It only took a little more than a second from the time the sword was fired with electricity to when the last assassin fell to the ground.
The three assassins who were preparing to attack him had all died.
This is……
"I'm really... unfamiliar." The new figure walked up to Thales, waving his left hand desperately and complaining inarticulately.
The prince looked at this man dumbfounded.
The son of a bitch and the Shadow Assassins looked at him with uncontrollable anger.
This uninvited guest.
Under the dim firelight, a man's figure was reflected.
A very special man.
He was wearing a light, slightly frayed leather armor unique to mercenaries, but he was equipped with eight or nine weapons:
He holds two cross swords, one long and one heavy, in his right hand. A slightly old one-handed ax and a bag of crossbows are tied to his back. A strung infantry crossbow hangs on his left leg. An unsheathed saber is tied to his right leg.
On his back was a hammer with blood stains on it, and on his waist was a straight-edged saber with a chipped corner.
Even in his mouth, he held a dagger as long as his forearm.
Like...a humanoid arsenal of weapons.
Thales thought blankly.
Someone who dresses like a mercenary and is the Sword of Disaster?
No.
Not quite.
This man is not young, nor is he tidy.
In fact, he had a messy hair, tied behind his head with only a dirty string. He was slovenly, with a bruised nose and swollen face. There was a piece of scalp missing from his right forehead, and there was a black frame-like bruise on his left eye.
Apart from the leather armor, which was still relatively new, the clothes above and below were all in tatters. In some places, clear blood stains and wounds could be seen, ranging from scratches to bruises.
At first glance, there is almost no good piece of meat.
It was as if he had just been tied behind a horse and dragged around in the sand.
But what's special is his chin.
Although he looked dirty, sloppy, and somewhat hairy, this man had shaved his chin cleanly, leaving only a patch of cyan, which was in sharp contrast to the rest of his face.
Wait, beard?
Thales suddenly became excited.
He looked at this man's forehead and was suddenly shocked!
as expected.
There is a ferocious and terrifying bloody mark.
An ancient imperial alphabet.
Thales stared blankly at the man beside him, watching him take out the dagger from his mouth, watching him grinning and arching his back and swinging his upper arms.
Like a war horse that has not been out of the gate for a long time, it moves its joints.
It's him.
Thales thought blankly.
Although I can’t recognize him for a moment after shaving my beard, but...
It's him.
"The action is beautiful."
Punishment Knight, Sak'el stood beside Thales with a calm expression.
He narrowed his left eye with dark sockets slightly, scanning the shadow assassins in front of him, and said coldly to the prince in his unique boring voice:
"Wandering is stupid."
There was silence for a while.
At that moment, Thales stared dumbfounded at Sak'el, who had a different description and equipment.
On the other side, Daozi also looked at his fallen men in disbelief.
Even Yoder, who was trapped tightly, trembled slightly.
"What are you from?"
The drill put away his shock and became extremely vigilant. He looked at Sak'el tensely and signaled the assassins to trap Yoder tighter.
This man... gave him a very bad feeling.
Sak'el snorted coldly and seemed to have no interest in paying attention to him. He just stared at the captured Yoder and shook his head slowly.
"Where is our sentinel?" Zhuozi looked at the new guest and asked cautiously.
Sak'el frowned slightly.
Sentinel?
"I haven't encountered it." Sak'el shook his head and murmured.
Well, on the way here, apart from some blind men hiding in the darkness, Sak'el thought about it and didn't seem to encounter any normal sentries.
for example……
A tough character like Glacier Watch.
Thinking of the unpleasant past, Sak'el frowned severely.
Beside him, Thales took a long, deep breath.
"You, you are still alive?"
Thales couldn't believe his eyes. He looked at Sak'el up and down and asked stiffly and awkwardly.
"Um."
Sak'el's eyes were still vague, as if he wasn't paying attention, and he answered like a troubled patient by snorting.
Thales blinked in surprise: "Where are those enemies?"
What about those... people who besiege you?
Sak'el rubbed his eyes, seeming a little uncomfortable with the light source.
"Run away." He replied dully.
Prince Xingchen rolled his eyes in confusion: "Run away?"
"They just ran away?"
How can it be?
A total of eighteen Swords of Disaster just...let you go?
Thales couldn't understand.
Sak'el pulled on his mercenary leather armor and shook his shoulders in extreme discomfort.
That's right, he ran away.
The punishment knight who was released from prison silently thought about the battle just now:
Those sword sellers, how many of them ran away?
Sacher scratched his head.
Two, or three? Maybe four?
Alas, I can’t remember clearly.
Thinking of this, Sak'el breathed out angrily, hit his forehead painfully, and felt sadly: