"I remembered, Lausanne, Lausanne - this name has an allusion."
On a remote road, Thales looked at the celebration fireworks rising in the distance and suddenly spoke.
"What?"
Hilley came up from behind him, his steps were sloppy and his expression was dejected.
"This is not an ordinary name, it is a literary character. No, maybe there is such a person in history." Thales picked his chin, thoughtfully, "A hundred or two hundred years ago, 'Bad Blood' Lausanne was a notorious person on the Golden Corridor.
He is a notorious thief who has committed numerous crimes throughout his life."
"How do you know?" Hilage asked.
"Bards, chivalric novels and plays." Thales shrugged.
Especially those stored in Nekaru's library (since the Grand Duchess succeeded to the throne, the inventory that had been sealed for many years began to increase again) and cannot be seen in the country of stars.
"Oh, Your Highness is indeed well-informed..."
Slimani, who was walking third, looked impressed at first, and then said doubtfully:
"But Bad Blood Lausanne? Bad Blood? Why do you call him that?"
Behind the defense attorney, Glover turned his head left and right: Rolf was holding a piece of prosthetic limb and leaning on one of his shoulders, walking hard, while Katherine was holding her broken arm and leaning on his other shoulder, trembling.
Both of them looked exhausted and groaned from time to time.
As a human walking stick, Glover was caught in the middle and could only sigh helplessly.
He would rather stay under the bridge pier and fight to the death with that Lausanne II.
"Because Lausanne, I mean Lausanne 'I', at least in literary works, is a despicable knight who betrayed his lord and his creed," Thales recalled. "More than that, he killed his father and teacher with his own hands, betraying
He left home and committed a heinous crime that was not tolerated in the world, just to prove that he was better than them."
These words made everyone frown.
"It's heinous to hear." Slimani said with his tongue.
"Bad blood." Glover muttered.
Thales nodded:
"In some works, he has other nicknames - 'Evil Son', 'Sin', 'Black Sheep Knight', 'Sword of Betrayal', but they are basically the same. That black-clad killer, since he has
With a nickname like Lausanne II, that might be..."
"It must have been caused by Turnbull," Kathleen the Phantom Blade said sinisterly, "That old guy is uneducated and loves to show off. He just likes to watch dramas and then use the lyrics to make it look pretentious. His subordinates have to
Flatter him, the gang leader knows so much.'"
Katherine sighed.
"Wait a minute, Black Sheep Knight, I have an impression of what you said," Hilley tried to recall, "But I remember that he is just a supporting role. In the story in which he appears, the real protagonist should be..."
"'Wolf Enemy' Keira." Thales said with certainty.
Everyone let out a sudden "Oh" sound.
The prince raised his head and looked at the fireworks of different colors exploding in the sky:
"As the most popular and romantic heroic protagonist in modern adventure-themed works, Keira Brightstar has countless enemies and opponents - created by the bards, some based on historical facts, some purely pure
It is fictional. But even among the many enemies of the 'Wolf Enemy', the 'Bad Blood' can be regarded as the most cruel, vicious, despicable and cunning one. He has superb martial arts and amazing intelligence, but is also unprincipled and terrifying."
These adjectives made everyone quiet for a while.
"Then Lausanne II...II..." Slimani pondered.
"Please, tell me he died. He died miserably." Heeley looked tired.
"Well, in most stories, the bad-blooded Lausanne was finally defeated by the wolf enemy's sword and died with hatred, but in a few endings..."
Thales raised his head with a solemn expression:
"They died together."
It was quiet for a while.
Thales reacted and quickly scratched his head and smiled:
"It doesn't matter. No matter what Lausanne is in the story, Lausanne II is in our hands. We can flatten and round him however we want..."
"No." Kathleen suddenly said.
She was stunned for a while, ignoring the strange looks from others, and looked at Thales:
"I believe your guards are very powerful, Your Highness, they are well-trained and highly skilled, but, but..."
She hesitated to speak.
Thales said doubtfully:
"Kathleen?"
Phantom Blade took a deep breath.
"When I was young, I saw Lausanne II killing people. It was terrifying," she said worriedly, "but just now I had a feeling: he is more powerful than before."
More powerful than ever?
Everyone had a meal together.
"Stop joking! Everyone gets old!"
Slimani forced a smile, trying to convince others and himself: "And he is only one person, and Your Highness Thales, your prince's guard must be all the top masters in the kingdom, guarding the royal family, he can't defeat such
many……"
"He doesn't need to defeat them," Catherine shook her head. "Lausang just needs to break through the encirclement and hide in a shadow corner. Then we, we can only continue to be afraid."
Slimani's smile disappeared.
Thales swallowed his throat and felt the need to boost his morale.
"Listen, I know he's very powerful, otherwise he wouldn't have this nickname, but..."
But Catherine thought through something and gritted her teeth and said:
"Your Highness!"
She leaned on Glover, limping and quickening her pace:
"Please, please send someone to Beimen Bridge."
Slimani frowned: "Brotherhood's territory?"
Katherine nodded, panting uneasily:
"Go to the 'chief wolf' Lazenki Fisso, tell him, tell him what happened, and ask him to find the Black Sword."
Thales' expression changed.
Everyone was quiet again.
"Black sword?"
Srimani was stunned:
"Black Sword? The legendary brotherhood leader who knows witchcraft and magic and is immortal?"
"He is not a legend, nor does he know witchcraft," Catherine shook her head and snorted, "But, yes, he is indeed annoying."
Thales couldn't help but said: "Is it necessary?"
"Facing Lausanne, only in this way, only with masters of this level, can we have a glimmer of hope. Otherwise, when Lausanne II escapes and recovers, he will come to us," Kathleen said firmly, "Whether it is me or
He and we all must die."
And you can't protect me.
Thales heard what she didn't say.
All right.
"That's easy, I'll write a letter to the Fuxing Palace," Thales said calmly and smiled, "Send Alaka Mu or Roman—oh, I mean bring Kingdom's Wrath or Legend Wings over to help.
?”
The prince seemed to be so sure and confident that even Hilley couldn't help but admire him.
After hearing this, Srimani became energetic, straightened his back, and swept away all the bad luck:
"Hey, Lausanne II is just a thief, how can you use the labor of these two great leaders..."
Only Glover, who had been to the Western Wasteland, and Rolf, who had been to the fortress, looked at each other with strange expressions.
And Katherine stared at Thales, who was confident, for a long time, as if she had seen through something.
When Thales couldn't bear it anymore and was thinking about coughing to divert his attention, Kathleen sighed and spoke.
"I know, Your Highness, what you are talking about is the unparalleled masters. They are the gods of death on the battlefield and the fierce generals in the army. However," Phantom Blade was worried. She glanced at Rolf, but the latter turned away.
He didn't dare to look at her, "It's different, Lausanne II, he is an executioner walking in the streets of the city."
Everyone was shocked when they heard the sound.
"They may be able to defeat him, defeat him, and force him back, but they cannot kill him or capture him."
Katherine's expression became more determined:
"Only one person, one person can."
Feeling the other person's eyes, Thales frowned.
"Listen, I have seen Black Sword, and I have even seen him fight. I know he is very strong, but as for Lausanne II, no matter what the meaning of this nickname is, or what it has to do with 'Bad Blood'..."
The prince sighed, suspicious:
"Can he compare to Black Sword?"
Katherine was stunned.
"Comparable?"
A few seconds later, the former boss of the Blood Bottle Gang laughed.
"Hahahahaha, young prince, do you know," she looked at the ground with a sad and gloomy expression, "back then, when Black Sword first became famous, this is what we said..."
Katherine raised her head, her eyes cold:
"Can he compare to Lausanne?"
The breeze blew, the fireworks were bright, and everyone marched silently without saying a word.
Thales breathed out:
"I know what you mean, yes, maybe Black Sword is the only person who has defeated Lausanne..."
But Kathleen interrupted him.
"No, he did not."
Phantom Blade lowered his head.
"It was someone else," she said quietly, "Turnbull did die in the hands of the Black Sword, but it was the one who really defeated Lausanne II that year and caused his defeat..."
Katherine raised her head with a vicious expression:
"There is someone else."
————
"Hold him! Don't let him move again!"
Amid Toledo's roar, the battle under the bridge pier was dangerous and fierce:
Lausanne II faced the joint siege of four people, flashing and moving in the shadow of swords, blocking and parrying, embarrassing and thrilling, while the rest of the guard guarded the perimeter, watching eagerly, ready to attack at any time.
"I'm here to seal his sword. You must have seen it right——"
"Follow closely and guard the perimeter!"
"Say hello to the torso and limbs and catch them alive!"
"Is it okay to die? Isn't it revenge?"
"Then it will be easier for him!"
"Push him into a blind corner!"
"It's not you, Nixi, just stand your ground!"
Except for the four people on the innermost level who faced the enemy directly, the others also reminded each other, either seeking cooperation or relieving pressure. Their positions slowly moved with the changes in the battle center, but under Toledo's command
, the guard formation was always fixed in the area under the bridge pier to prevent Lausanne II from breaking through and escaping.
At this moment, Lausanne II, who had dodged Morgan's killing move, turned around, flipped his wrist, and rushed towards Conmuto behind him!
"Substitute!"
Mallos, who was standing on a high place and had been staring at the battle situation, suddenly shouted loudly:
"Now!"
Before many people could react, Miranda, who was resting with his sword on the side, dodged and stepped forward to deflect Lausanne's counterattack sword. The timing was just right, allowing the panting Commuto to retreat and retreat to the outside to rest.
Luosang let out a sigh, but Judge Capone's ax had already hit him from the side, so he had to give up the pursuit and turn around to dodge.
Mallos exhaled, his brows getting tighter and tighter.
"It's been almost a quarter of an hour, and all the men in the frontal siege have switched to the second round." Flag Officer Hugo Fubi came to his side. "It's much more difficult than imagined."
Mallos said nothing, still staring at Lausanne in the fierce battle.
Hugo, who was nicknamed "Ghost", narrowed his eyes and watched Lausanne II finding gaps in the siege of four people. From time to time, he also fought with the fifth person on the periphery. He clicked his tongue and said:
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, working alone, but not afraid of being attacked by many people. Does this remind you of anyone?"
But Mallos shook his head.
"No, the genius you are talking about relies on unparalleled perception and observation. He can instantly receive all the detailed information in the battle situation and integrate the entire battlefield into a whole. In the eyes of that person, he faces
It is not a multi-person siege, but a multi-headed and multi-limbed monster that is full of loopholes, self-contradictory, extremely poorly coordinated, and even unable to walk steadily. The more limbs it has, the weaker it is, so it is not enough to cause trouble."
Hugo smiled softly:
"That's why you arranged this strangling formation, with four people as the main attacker, no more and no less, with coordinated attacks and waiting for opportunities to rotate, specifically to defeat the extreme masters?"
While he was speaking, Capone and Oscarsen pressed forward together, one attacking and the other blocking. Together with Miranda who was well rested, Lausanne II was unable to resist and could only retreat again, at the most uncomfortable angle.
Draw out your sword and engage in a close-range fight with Morgan's dangerous swords.
"pretty!"
"Oh, it's just a little bit close!"
"Well done, keep up the good work!"
"Fight him, Morgan! Don't be so nice and angry with him!"
Amidst the shouts of the guards, Marius's voice became softer and softer, but in Hugo's ears, it became louder and louder:
"But this man, this black-clad killer's strategy is exactly the opposite of that man's: under siege, he seemed to be at a disadvantage, but in fact he kept moving and never stopped. At the same time, he used counterattacks to deter his opponents and firmly controlled the four people.
The distance and angle between them allows you to always be in a one-on-one or at most one-on-two battle at the same time. You can use your strengths and avoid weaknesses. You only need to focus on one or two enemies to avoid being besieged by multiple people to the maximum extent."
Mallos narrowed his eyes:
Otherwise, as long as his pace is a little slower, his position is a little off, and he unfortunately falls into the strangulation of four people at the same time, or just three people at the same time, the battle will be over long ago.
"Compared to that man, this killer's strategy when faced with the siege of many people is to make full use of space, widen the battlefield, and cut it into countless fragments. He only deals with one of them at a time, using less to attack more as a whole, and transforming it into partial
The strong bullies the weak."
Hugo frowned:
"Sounds like the strategy used by street gangsters in group fights: run away when surrounded, fight while running, and when you find an opportunity, just attack one person to death?"
"Whether you believe it or not, Hugo, sometimes the internal logic of gangster fights, warrior duels, and even battlefield battles are actually not that far apart."
Hugo looked unhappy and turned his attention back to the battle situation:
"That is to say, the actual battle situation is not that this guy was besieged by four enemies for ten minutes, but that he - even though he was restricted by various constraints and could only perform to a limited extent - took the initiative to choose the battlefield and duel with each enemy individually.
Two and a half minutes?”
Mallos nodded.
right.
This kind of one-on-one duel happened four times in ten minutes.
Hugo understood:
"That's why, with Allende's skills, they worked so hard and couldn't attack for a long time."
The flag officer looked cold:
"If that's the case, then we'll tighten up our formation, close in, and reduce the space for him to dodge and roll, leaving him no place to start, let alone move!"
"Then it plays into his hands."
Um?
Hugo was confused again.
"Strength and weakness complement each other, one ebbs and the other grows. If we close the inner perimeter and shrink the space, it means letting go of the outer perimeter and leaving space behind us," Mallos said calmly, "Yes, maybe it will be difficult for him to use his strengths and avoid weaknesses by moving.
, was forced to fall into the siege, but as long as he endured the injury and took the risk to break through the first layer of defense, and the weak perimeter did not have enough manpower to intercept and delay him, then he could take advantage of the space behind us and walk away.
No hindrance, no hindrance.”
Hugo had a complicated expression and finally said:
"Cut, twist and turn."
Mallos did not speak, but stared at Lausanne with an increasingly solemn look.
While talking, Fraten and Langley both rushed forward under the command, replacing Morgan and Capone who had lost the prize, and launched a new round of siege on Lausanne II.
"Not good."
Mallos suddenly spoke:
"After the second round, he gradually became familiar with everyone's style and began to feel comfortable."
Hugo's eyebrows jumped, just in time to see the menacing Langlai being forced back by Luo Sang's sudden sword, rolling in a panic. Fortunately, Fu La Teng came from the side to share the pressure.
Damn it.
"Well, it seems we have to make a plan," Hugo said impatiently. "Plan A, issue a fatal order and attack at all costs; Plan B, speed up the rotation rhythm to increase his consumption; Plan C, combine both near and far, waiting for opportunities.
Sneak attack, and Plan D—anyway, we don’t have much time, which one do you want to choose?”
Mallos was silent, his eyes flickering.
"Z," the watchman said softly, "I choose Z."
At that moment, Hugo Fubi was slightly startled.
Z?
The next second, Hugo sneered:
"Interesting, your sense of humor has improved compared to before."
But Mallos didn't smile, he just turned his head slowly and looked at Fubi with an indifferent look.
The flag officer's expression changed.
"Damn it, you're not joking," the smile on Hugo's face disappeared instantly, "What's going on?"
"Misjudgement."
"What?"
Mallos sighed: "Concerning this person's strength, we followed outdated intelligence and made an extremely serious, extremely dangerous, and possibly fatal misjudgment - the previous plan could no longer keep up with the changes."
Hugo was stunned:
"I do not understand."
At this time, a change occurred in the field, and Luosang was seen taking a step away. As the sword shadow flickered, Fu La Teng, who was originally on the offensive, groaned, tilted his body, and his shield fell to the ground!
Everyone exclaimed. At the critical moment, Miranda's eagle flew from the side and struck away Lausanne II's killing sword with a wonderful horizontal slash. The timing was perfect.
"Cover switch!"
There were only two whizzing sounds, and Paul and Itarriano fired their crossbows, forcing Lausanne II to dodge and block, unable to pursue.
Taking advantage of the gap between the two arrows, Toledo and Custa rushed forward together. The former dragged the painful Fulateng to a safe area, while the latter filled the position, gritted his teeth and raised his knife.
Lausanne II raised his head slightly and looked at Marius from above.
Hugo, the flag-bearer on the sidelines, felt nervous.
"His style of play should be the most physically demanding, but until now, I don't see any signs of exhaustion..."
Mallos looked at Lausanne, but his expression remained unchanged and calm:
"No, this person is far more than just a 'super-level swordsman with supernatural powers' or a 'former master whose strength has been greatly reduced' as we thought."
Hugo was in disbelief:
"You mean, he hid his strength and deliberately confused us?"
After the words fell, the battle resumed. Luosang's figure moved, and the four people who had prepared their swords came forward and bit him to death.
"And his swordsmanship and martial arts," Mallos said in a tight tone, "Emperor Wind, the offensive and defensive faction in the north, the martial arts faction in the south, the new trend, and even the different factions in the End Tower... No, not only, in his movements
In it, I even saw many niche martial arts, including Prairie, Hanbul, Suye’s martial arts, and many others that I’m not sure about because each style only appears for a moment and is specious.”
"so much?"
Mallos nodded: "There are two possibilities for a person with multiple skills like this: First, he is knowledgeable but not good, versatile but not specialized, and he is just a showman..."
Hugo was used to his speaking style, so he waved his hand and ignored the nonsense when he heard the words:
"What about the second possibility?"
Mallos did not answer, but just stared at Lausanne II's flying sword blade, saying nothing for a long time.
Hugo understood, nodded and said:
"What the hell."
But it seems that Mallos is not enough and adds insult to injury:
"What's even worse is that this is just his swordsmanship."
Not counting superpowers, the power of termination...
Including reinforcements from Kevin Deere's family.
Thinking of this, Mallos looked sharp!
"Transmit my orders: Plan Z."
Hugo frowned: "Some of these children may not know about Plan Z..."
"But you know, Hugo."
Marius kept commanding:
"If anyone questions, tell them: Your Highness the Prince must take a long-term approach and catch big fish."
Hugo was speechless.
He looked towards the field unwillingly:
"But this person is very important. If we miss it... we really have no chance at all -"
"Twelve." Mallos said suddenly.
Hugo's eyes moved:
"Twelve what?"
"Twelve people - the first four people speed up the tempo and attack oppressively at all costs, consuming his physical strength and energy. The three in the middle are strong enough to test his style in different categories and find flaws and weaknesses. There are five more people, let's see
Situation partners, two or three people, fight to the death, trying to force out his trump card, and the remaining people will adapt to the situation and seize the opportunity, striving to kill with one blow."
Mallos' eyes moved slightly:
"If the combination is right, the arrangements are in place, the morale does not collapse, and the luck is not too bad, we will lose about 12 casualties, and we will probably have a chance to defeat him - at least we will lose both sides."
What?
Both sides suffer?
Hugo couldn't help but say:
"Then we have to capture him alive..."
"Don't even think about it," Mallos interrupted him, "If you hold on to this idea and take it as a chance, I'm afraid it will be difficult for both sides to lose."
Hugo looked troubled.
"you sure?"
Mallos nodded.
"I originally had doubts, but after the continuous siege by so many good players, I am now very sure: this person is superior and unfathomable in terms of strength, experience, willpower and physical strength. His swordsmanship is even more superb, and the upper limit is unknown."
Having said this, the watchman sighed and took a step forward.
"As far as these ten minutes are concerned, even among the extreme masters I have seen, he is at the top of the group," Mallos' expression was extremely serious, "comparable to the Punishment Knight and the Rain in the Rain."
Heart."
Hugo was shocked.
"Is this an exaggeration? Is it related to the strange landing just now?"
The watchman shook his head, indicating that he didn't know:
"Twelve, or Plan Z, what do you think?"
twelve.
Hugo frowned, and turned his head to look at the subordinates present: Morgan, Nisi, Conmuto, Oscarson... Some of them were filled with anger, some were eager to try, and some were as if they were facing a formidable enemy.
Some are extremely nervous...
The flag officer wanted to speak but stopped:
"But, but..."
The watchman looked at him and changed the subject:
"Yeah, I was thinking the same thing: Is it worth it?"
Hugo was silent for a few seconds:
"Is this the result you deduced?"
"Just one of those things."
Mallos looked at Lausanne's more and more comfortable movements and said silently:
The most optimistic kind.
But Hugo remembered something and suddenly realized:
"Just now, you urged the prince to leave first because you had already seen something fishy and were not completely sure of capturing him - if the child stayed, might he be in danger?"
Mallos nodded and hummed:
"And with his character of a stuffed bear when he speaks to his subordinates, he will definitely not allow us to sacrifice twelve people. No, even if we have to sacrifice a fingernail, he will scream and seriously interfere with our decision-making."
Hugo was thoughtful.
Mallos asked again:
"So, twelve people, or plan Z?"
Hugo was silent for a few seconds and then smiled in relief:
"You know, when we first met, you didn't even have to make a decision - you wouldn't hesitate about this kind of thing."
Mallos' eyes moved.
"Not now," the watchman looked back at the field with a cold tone, "but you know, our boss is a vengeful little brat who is not easy to offend."
Hugo sighed.
"You're right," he raised his head and smiled. "It seriously interferes with our decision-making, huh."
Mallos gave him a meaningful look.
At this moment.
"transposition!"
This time, three people took turns on the court, and all three who left were panting. Only Miranda remained on the court, struggling to hold on, with her seemingly mediocre but always effective swordsmanship.
After Toledo checked Vladeng's injuries and asked someone to bandage the injured, he stood up and shook his head at Mallos.
"There are casualties, the first one." Mallos' tone tightened after receiving the message, "We have to make a decision."
Hugo sighed deeply.
"You've already made up your mind, right? You just need someone to say it to you and make you feel better, damn Terrorblade."
Mallos frowned:
"You know I hate that nickname."
Hugo took out his notebook and smiled sarcastically:
"But I like it."
Mallos' expression changed, but Hugo immediately spoke before he could speak:
"Okay, then plan Z!"
The flag officer turned around and made a command gesture to Itarriano in the distance:
"But who will come..."
But Hugo immediately paused.
He ignored the surprised look on the opposite side of Itarriano's face and asked him to reiterate his order. Instead, he turned back and looked at Mallos's expressionless face, and his expression changed.
"No." Hugo said blankly.
Mallos nodded, looking calm:
"Yes, as you said, this is the result of my deduction."
Hugo's breathing quickened. He glanced at Lausanne in the field, then at Mallos, and said loudly:
"Hell, when you asked me to help you, you didn't say the job would be so dangerous!"
"I really didn't say that?"
Hugo took a few breaths.
"How sure are you?"
Mallos' eyes moved.
He knew that Hugo was not asking about the certainty of victory.
Mallos raised the corners of his mouth and kept smiling:
"Fifty-fifty."
"Ha, here you go again, I fucking knew it," Hugo smiled sarcastically, "Is there anyone in the world who wouldn't be '50/50' against you?"
"Of course there is," Mallos sighed. "If the Strato Logistics Officer confronts me, it can be said that there is no chance of winning. I have no chance of winning. I just want to turn around and run away."
"Especially when he has a ledger?"
Marius and Hugo looked at each other and sneered.
"According to this logic, wouldn't it be the same if you faced a brat?"
"Yes, but the odds are exactly the opposite."
The watchman and flag officer both smiled.
"What about the blood feud of the Guards and the honorable revenge of Aknet?" Hugo suppressed his smile and whispered.
Mallos also stopped smiling.
"I will find a way, Hugo. No matter how strong he is, we will kill him."
He looked at Lausanne II and then at Hugo:
"I swear, in the name of the Razor family."
Hugo looked back at him and nodded.
"I will write down this sentence according to the rules," the flag officer replied indifferently, "You know, Vogel will see it."
Mallos was silent for a second: "Very good, you should."
Hugo sneered.
"Okay, damn Plan Z. I was a little more ungrateful back then. I just squatted in the flag wing and Yongxing City. Then I retired early and took care of myself. I stopped getting involved in the bad things of these guards and the Wang family, and went to nm's terrifying blade.
…”
Hugo kept chattering, but he still turned around and continued to convey the order.
Mallos looked at his back and took a deep breath.
The watchman turned to the battle situation, his expression turned cold, and the power of the end burst down the embankment like a flood.
At that moment, the black and white desolate world in front of him shook slightly and became colorful again.