. Listening to the other party's self-introduction, Thales couldn't help but secretly clench his fists.
Chroma.
certainly.
Thales silently said that he knew the name.
In the final battle seven hundred years ago, Prince Tormund, who was not yet the Revival King, was ambushed and defeated in the "Battle of Cold Wind" and was trapped in a tight siege.
Even the messenger crows that asked for help were hunted down one by one by the enemy's falcons in the air, and their hope was cut off.
The darkest moment was when a messenger who was responsible for raising messenger crows found an injured and exhausted messenger crow on the battlefield.
The messenger had a humble status but was young and fearless. In the eyes of everyone's despair, he hugged the last injured crow and risked his life to sneak into the siege, break through the blockade of hunting falcons and crossbows, and just before he was captured, he fell on the battlefield.
The edge lets it go.
A miracle happened.
The injured crow, which could not even fly high in the sky, finally brought back reinforcements from the Northlanders, saved the situation, saved the prince, and achieved the eternally famous "Reversal of the Cold Wind" battle.
A few years later, when Tormund became king and the Star Kingdom was founded, the lucky surviving messenger was granted the title of earl and ranked among the thirteen prominent families in the kingdom. His surname became the three most prominent families in the Western Wilderness.
one.
This legendary story was eventually reduced to one sentence and became the motto of the Croma family.
One-winged savior.(save a g, save a kg)
And the legendary messenger crow, who followed the messenger from birth to death and had only one wing left, was drawn on the album, embroidered with the flag, and printed on the robe. It became the reason for the name of the wing fort, and also became the name of the Chroma family for seven hundred years.
family crest
One-winged crow.
Thales took a deep breath and looked at the knight in front of him.
Therefore, the more than a hundred Crow Whistle light cavalry seen in the desert, the so-called "thunder crows", include those heavy cavalry that were defeated by the orcs head-on, as well as the baron who took 60% of the goods from the freaks.
…
All obey his orders.
Thales smiled and held the opponent's hand without hesitation
"Nice to meet you, His Excellency the Earl of Wingburg."
Earl Yibao returned the smile and gently let go of the prince's hand.
"I know you were tired and went through many twists and turns on your way back, Your Highness, but please take it easy."
Dele turned sideways, revealing the thirteen flags behind him.
"According to the plan, from now on, I and my two hundred Crow Whistle Qingqi, as well as one hundred people from the twelve families under Yibao, will join your escort team until you return to Fuxing Palace safely."
Thales looked stern.
"I appreciate it."
Dele glanced at the freaks and immediately frowned.
"So, these are the men sent by Baron Williams to escort you home?"
"Western Wilderness Standing Army, twenty..."
The earl glanced at it casually and then reported the numbers.
"Twenty-five people?"
"Come to escort the prince?"
Snake Shou's expression suddenly turned ugly.
"Earl, Earl..."
He seemed very nervous and hesitantly said
"Well, I, no, ahem, I, we are monsters... we are Stardust... I mean, we are Baron..."
But Dele didn't look at him and just said to Thales.
"Although Baron Fang is busy with official duties, I must take offense to say that this is very inappropriate."
"Especially, the Baron is also a direct vassal of the royal family."
Snake Hands is a little anxious
"No, that... Baron..."
Thales sighed.
"I asked the Baron not to spread his troops for me, and he had to follow the order," the prince had to take over and save the embarrassed Snake Hand.
"After all, Blade Tooth Camp has just gone through a lot of hardships."
Snake Hand looked at him gratefully.
Dele was silent for a while, and he looked at Thales steadily.
The prince smiled in response.
"I see."
After a few seconds, Dele looked around and smiled.
"Indeed, he cannot disperse his forces now."
Snake Hand wanted to say something else, but Dele had already turned around.
Snake Hand could only turn around and respond angrily to the spirit blade's muttering of "what a shame."
I saw the Earl of Yibao raising his voice and giving orders to his subordinates.
"Tell Vanke and Cady at the back to allocate the second and third teams and go to the royal capital with me."
"The prince's return team must not lose their dignity."
His voice is not loud, but his orders are clear and powerful.
Looking at the messengers rushing away, Thales couldn't help but frown.
"Your Excellency, thank you for your kindness, but it doesn't have to be like this..."
But Dele suddenly turned around
"Forgive me for insisting, Your Highness."
Thales was startled by his seriousness.
"After six years of wandering and returning to the royal capital, in the eyes of the people of the stars, will you return with great honors or return home in despair..."
Dele stared hard at Thales, as if he wanted to stare his soul out of his eyes.
"This is very important."
"Prince Thales."
Thales looked at him blankly, unable to figure out the count in front of him for a moment.
I saw Dele narrowing his eyes
"And we can never be too careful. After all, you never know where the threat will come from."
Facing the Earl who looked very serious, Thales had countless thoughts running through his heart.
The biggest thought among them was the words of the Duke of Xihuang yesterday.
The powerful nobles and lords will rush to find you, win over the prince who has not returned home for a long time, and use all means to win you to their side, turning you into a vanguard against the Fuxing Palace.
Before accepting their kindness, please remember that they are only against your father, but they are not truly loyal to you.
After a few seconds, Thales suppressed his unnecessary thoughts and nodded politely and kindly.
"Thank you, you are very considerate."
Dele also nodded respectfully and smiled again.
"Thank you for your consideration."
But the earl changed his words
"I heard that Sir Cyril has already met with you?"
Cyril Falkenhauser.
When Thales heard the name, he twitched his eyebrows unconsciously.
"Yes, just yesterday, he came... to visit me."
Dele looked at him for a while, then smiled and said
"Oh, I understand how you feel."
understand?
Recalling the conversation with the Duke of Xihuang, Thales snorted in his heart.
Really?
But Dele seemed to have seen through his thoughts, and saw the young Earl of Wing Castle laughing softly.
"A long time ago, after I talked to the Duke for the first time, it took me a full month to figure out what he said to me during that whole hour of laughter and curses."
Dele's smile was a little helpless
"And that doesn't even include the rhetoric and metaphors that come out of his mouth."
Rhetoric and metaphor.
Thales remembered something and hummed involuntarily.
He looked at Dele in front of him with empathy.
"Is it."
Thales laughed dryly
"Then you know him pretty well."
But Dele's reaction was beyond his expectation.
"No, Your Highness."
This time, Count Croma responded quickly, but it was half teasing and half serious.
"I never understood the Duke."
Seeing the owner of the one-winged crow, the young Earl of Wing Castle narrowed his eyes, seemingly with deep meaning.
"not at all."
Blade Tooth Camp, a dilapidated and remote house.
A figure holding a cane and wearing a thick leather robe slowly walked into the room.
"I asked Gao He to rescue you and give you a hiding place, not just to make you drink up all my wine."
In the dim room, a man sitting in front of the table slowly turned around and snorted slightly, not caring much about it.
The man was covered in thick bandages from his head and shoulders to his hands and feet, and he could only be heard laughing loudly.
"Oh, yes, I'm sorry, my savior."
He looked at the visitors and held up a wine bottle drunkenly
"Fortunately, I still have one bottle left. Look, it's this bottle..."
The next second, the man let go, and there was a crackling sound, the bottle smashed to the ground, and the wine splashed everywhere.
The guest couldn't help frowning as he saw the wine splashing on his boots and leather robe.
"Oh," the bandaged man spread his hands and said with a malicious smile.
"Now the last bottle is gone."
In the dimness, the guest was silent for a while, and did not sit down. He just said quietly
"Tomorrow, you can join our convoy out of the camp and go back by yourself."
The man's figure froze.
"go back?"
He came back to his senses, and his distracted eyes became clearer.
"What about the mission? Where is that little brat?"
The guest snorted softly, with sharp eyes and a dry and unpleasant voice.
"I went to see him and he was protected."
"It's impossible."
The man paused for a while.
"impossible?"
He murmured as he recited, his drunkenness gradually fading away, and the expression on his face slowly turned ferocious.
"That damn little cub..."
The man pounded the table hard, stood up, gritted his teeth and said to the guest
"No, no, no, you can't, but I can! Give me the route and sentry arrangements, and I can go up there in the middle of the night."
But the guest rejected him without mercy
"No, you can't."
The guest looked at the bandages on the man's body and raised his chin.
"You were beaten badly."
The man shook his head impatiently, hummed and waved his hands
"It's just a minor injury. Trust me, you should go see the other guy."
"He is much worse off than me."
The guest in the darkness did not speak, he just looked at the bandaged man carefully.
"I do want to believe you."
The guest put his hands on the crutches, his eyes were cold and his tone was profound
"Can I?"
These words made the man stunned again.
The man's eyes shot through the bandage and stared at the guest for a long time.
After a few seconds, the man exhaled and sat down heavily.
"Don't worry, no one will doubt you."
The man seemed to have figured something out and said angrily.
"Secret Department, Longxiao City, including that smart kid, they all think that I work for the king, I mean, 'our' king."
The man rubbed his head vigorously and hissed slightly, as if he had a headache.
The guest rubbed the back of his hand and hummed softly
"But it's true, right."
The man let out a heavy breath, raised a finger, and looked at the other person with a very unhappy look.
"Hey!"
"All you want is for that kid to stay in the North, but you didn't say it must be in Longxiao City."
The guest looked at each other's fingers, not angry or angry, but his tone became more and more indifferent.
"You went to King Charmaine, which made things complicated."
"I" the man seemed to want to defend himself, but his unhappy mood suddenly weakened after coming into contact with the other party's cold eyes.
The man leaned back on the table and waved his bandaged hand in the air
"Then what else can I do?"
There seemed to be suppressed anger in every word he said.
"The old witch in the dark room has been doubting me for several years. Do you know how many people she sent to deal with me after King Nun died..."
"As for the secret department, huh, if the prince falls back into the hands of Longxiao City, they will only intensify their efforts to force me to go back and rescue him again. Then it won't be as simple as being a nanny."
The guest did not answer, but listened quietly to what the other party said.
The man let out a breath of depressed and painful breath, pressed his head again, and spoke with a slight annoyance.
"Only, only the arrogant King of Parricide, only when he starts to protect me like Nunn, will the Secret Service and the Dark Room stop troublesome me..."
The guest looked at the floor and tapped his cane.
"But you messed up."
One sentence suppressed the anger of the bandaged man again.
The man's breathing became rapid, and after several back and forths, he opened his mouth and made an unpleasant sound.
"Ha, it's certainly easy to talk while standing and just talk."
This time, the man's words contained a hint of embarrassment and anger.
"Why don't you go head-to-head with the Fallen Star yourself and fight for half an hour?"
But the guest obviously didn't accept this, he just looked at each other and sneered.
"You are all burned and scalded, and it doesn't look like you were stabbed in the front."
The man was speechless for a moment, but he quickly raised his voice
"That's not the point!"
"And that damn mask. His skills are only as good as those of more than ten years ago. It's not easy to deceive him just by pretending to be stunned. You also have to go into the desert with serious injuries, tracking and hiding at the same time. And I
I was so unlucky along the way, I met either a large group of orcs or a group of troops..."
The man stood up and complained more and more urgently and became more and more unhappy.
"And when I catch up here, contact the people of the Parricide King, and prepare to take action..."
"You damn Star people, you stupid Southerners, are actually having a fucking internal strife in the Sabertooth camp! Do you know how much effort it took me to escape from thousands of rebels and mobs?"
"And that kid, he suddenly disappeared in the camp and then came back with the Legend Wings troops? I was so fucked!"
"And shouldn't this be your territory?"
The man spoke angrily. He sighed painfully and angrily and pressed his forehead.
The guest was silent for a while.
"I told you, once you reach the sphere of influence of the stars, things will be very troublesome."
The guest's voice echoed with the sound of his cane
"And now, the Dark Room, the Secret Department, the Black Sand Territory, Qiyuan City, and oh, yes, there is also Longxiao City."
"There are people from five parties, and each party has a reason to settle accounts with you."
The man pressed his head and felt his headache getting worse.
The guest raised his eyebrows and sounded playful
"What should you do?"
The man breathed rapidly for a while, but then he let go of his hand and let out a laugh.
"Looks like I have to come up with five fucking stories to get them to let me go, fuck."
The smile was helpless and relieved.
Both of them were silent for a while.
After a while, the guest suddenly asked
"Can you survive it, old friend?"
The man snorted coldly
"Of course."
The man rubbed his hands and looked around with disdain
"I have my own methods, have you forgotten my nickname?"
But the guest's next words made him frown.
"no, you can not."
The tone was heavy and the meaning was cold.
cannot?
The man was a little confused.
But he soon felt that the headache just now became more severe.
He realized something.
The next second, the man's figure swayed and he held the table behind him with both hands!
A wave of numbness and dizziness hit him, and he could no longer maintain his trembling arms and fell down on the chair with a plop.
The man raised his eyes in disbelief, looked at the indifferent guest in front of him, and then looked at the broken wine bottle on the ground.
"Wine...you..."
"You know, there is a reason why I store these wines here." The guest said calmly.
"But you have to be mean-mouthed."
The man was breathing desperately, but he felt that the strength and consciousness in his body were disappearing bit by bit.
Impossible, those wines, he tested, tested...
The man stared hard at the guest in front of him.
"As for your nickname, old friend, do you know..."
The guest rubbed his crutches, turned around indifferently, and let the man's eyes lose their brightness and he fell to the ground.
"I don't like crows."
The guest looked at the man who was no longer struggling, with a chill in his eyes
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