Chapter 188, the night is full of dawn

The long night is about to pass - the sky in the east is already shimmering.

After the disaster, Taylors leaned weakly against a collapsed low wall to avoid the sparse snow. He looked at the sky lazily, and his scene flashed through the scene of this wonderful night.

Tiredness, fatigue, and hunger both afflict his body and mind. It seems that every cell in the body is protesting against the master's excessive labor.

The cold wind around him, coupled with the gravel of the **** and flustered, could not help but create a ridiculous familiarity.

This reminds Taylors of the days of life in the Brotherhood: the days of fighting with the children of Quaid, Wild Dogs, and ‘Fat Sheep’, and other houses.

He couldn't help but laugh.

The sleepy and tired Thales pulled his eyelids and yawned indecently. He turned his head in a sleepy manner, his eyes on a small slick that also leaned against the low wall.

I saw this little girl who was not a god, and carefully held the black-rimmed glasses in her hand, a look of uneasiness and suffering.

He couldn't help but frown.

"Don't bother, wear it."

Tyres couldn't help but lazy: "If she really cares, I swallowed you as soon as I have."

Where can you sneeze and let you play?

The little slicker hesitated and turned his head, a pair of crying look, grievously watching Taylors.

She was still holding a pair of red and swollen eyes, her face was filthy, and her platinum-gold hair was black and white.

Taylors looked funny.

The little slicker took a nap and saw her flat mouth and weakly said: "But...but..."

Tyres sighed.

When the little slicker was still worried about "but", Tyres suddenly reached out and couldn't help but take away the glasses in the girl's hand.

"Ah! Wait," the little slicker was slightly surprised. She leaned over to Tyres and reached out and said, "Be careful not to fall..."

However, before the small slick reaction, Taylors opened the glasses and put it on the girl's head.

The face of the little slicker trembled in the palm of Tells's hand, until the fingers of Tyres stroking her auricle and fixing the frame, then reacted "ah".

The eyelids picked up by the small slick head re-stretched behind the black frame lens.

She looked at Tells slyly, and even the latter did not react when she licked her messy hair like a kitten.

"Well," Teres said with a sigh of relief and raised his eyebrows: "If the lady is really looking for your old glasses, tell her - it's the bad Tyles. The comet forces you."

The little slicker blinked, his mouth twitched, and he wanted to speak a few times, but in the end he slammed down and looked at Taylors with helplessness.

Tyres snorted.

After a few seconds, I was overwhelmed by the little slick that Taylor was laughing at, and I was infected by this atmosphere. I couldn’t help but squint: "She might go to the stars to find you..."

Of course, while Tyres laughed, he whispered: If the Queen of the Sky really came back to look for him, then it would be better.

The last sentence of the dragon, let him be worried.

At the thought of this, Tyres’s face suddenly looked awkward.

A dragon name, is it?

Long language.

He sighed and closed his eyes.

Kaiser, old man...

What did you do when you were young and ignorant?

The little slicker felt his emotions. She blinked and learned the words of Tells, reaching out and holding his wrist.

"It's okay..." The little slick tried to pretend to be serious: "It's over."

Taylors opened his eyes.

He pressed his heart and smiled at her.

The prince leaned back and looked up at the cliff of the sky not far away, the statue of the statue of Nakaru who looked down at the gun.

But this time, looking at the legendary hero who danced with the dragon, Taylors couldn't help but grin, no seriousness.

Dragon Knight.

Ha ha.

At this time, a team of footsteps suddenly came from a distance.

"fast!"

"It's there!"

Tyres in the ruins spit out a sigh of relief. He looked tired and smiled at some scary little slickers: "They are coming."

However, he has a headache in the dark.

bad.

How about this night... How to explain it?

The sky is slightly bright.

A group of people holding the lights and torches appeared in front of them.

Tyres was lying in the ruins, and saw a figure that was pretending to be a sword, but old and sturdy, and approached them under the cover of a dozen gray cloaks and masked elite soldiers.

“Looks like our star guests seem to be very comfortable?”

The ruler of Exeter and Longyan, the majestic Nunn VII, frowned and looked at the two children who described him as a wolf, and his voice was old: "I still have my granddaughter?"

Taylor took a deep breath and struggled to get up - the little slick stood up nervously as early as the first time - patted the dust and frost on his body, and quickly thought, not carelessly: "Yes Ah, the Longyan City tonight has provided us with a lot of happy time."

King Nunn changed his face and looked at it: "Tells Comet...you have nothing to explain to me?"

The members of the White Blade Guards around him were solemn and stood behind the King.

Taylor quickly turned his head.

He glanced at the little slicker behind him. The girl seemed to have an insurmountable fear for King Noon. When he saw him, he shivered and tried to curl up and try to avoid the king's gaze.

Have to find a reason to say it.

"There was a madman who kidnapped us," Tyres touched his head and lamented with pain: "And... you see what it has done."

King Nunn glanced at the horror of the shield. In the dim light, his old face was covered with a lingering gloom.

He looked back at Taylors, and the darkness and exhaustion in his eyes made the latter suffocate: "Why? Why did the disaster kidnap you?"

Tyres showed a look of unlucky, and he sighed resentfully.

"We had a hatred before we reached Exeter... It was related to a **** family called Serena in the Corleone family," Taylors looked up and did not hesitate to put that ambitious, scheming vicious. The lady sold it to the old king: "The disaster seems to be using what she does... maybe they hate our two countries and hate the royal family."

"Bloodlines?"

King Nunn exhaled a deep breath, snoring and snoring, watching him: "I will let the darkroom start to check."

In the face of the king's deep eyes, Teres showed a harmless and tired smile.

King Nunn seems to have finally noticed their wolf howling, and the eyebrows are picking: "It seems that you are having a good time."

The little slicker shivered.

Tellar spread his hands: "As you can see."

"Yeah, not every day can see a multi-headed snake ravage the Dragon City, and not every day can see the Queen of the Sky return to the North."

The old king shook his head in deep expression.

Tyres frowned slightly, and he was worried.

I hope that before they find out, they will slip back to the stars.

When Nuen VII waved his hand, a nobleman behind the bureaucracy came forward, and King Nunn said something in his ear. The nobility nodded and hurriedly wrote in the manuscript.

The bureaucrats of the order took the lead, and the old king, with the White Blade Guard, continued on the empty streets and walked forward.

Tyres and the little slicker were escorted by the White Blade Guard and kept up.

"When it comes to this, Nunn squats," said Tyres, who took over the water bag handed by a white-faced guard who was not good-looking. He intentionally shifted the topic: "How is the loss of Longyan City?"

As soon as the voice fell, he saw King Nunn’s fist slightly pinched.

"you saw it."

"Look at this scene, just like a plow through the war," the old king's old voice revealed a feeling of exhaustion and sorrow: "The disaster of 婊zi."

Tyres turned his head and blinked.

"I just lost the entire shield area," King Nunn frowned. He crossed a collapsed beam and looked at the loss of the shield in ugly face: "There are less than 30% of people who have been evacuated from here... As for the other urban areas, it has not been affected too much..."

Tyres breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good."

At least, his actions with Black Sword are still timely.

"That's good... is that good?"

The old king murmured to repeat the words of Tyres.

He looked at the broken leg under the ruins, sighed, and looked at Taylors calmly.

More than a dozen elite guards in the king’s body were not well-faced.

The prince who was drinking water could not help but take a sip.

The small slick around him couldn't be too low, almost like going to the ground.

At the mouth where Taylors kept coughing, King Nunn took a deep breath and scanned the surrounding ruins: "You know, to deal with the disaster, you can't mobilize the army..."

The old king's eyelids fell slightly, and the old face showed a lack of strength. The tone was plain and waveless, but it was chilling for no reason: "You can only change the anti-magic arm by the White Blade Guard, and divide it into small teams to block the monster. Many teams are now There is no return yet - probably losing a lot."

The Whiteblade Guards unconsciously accelerated their breathing.

"Nilailai and Grivo were armed with weapons alone. As a result, the disaster disappeared, but they have no news until now..."

Thales squinted and watched a soldier beside him retake the water bag unceremoniously.

King Nunn kicked a wooden board, and his plain and sad words continued.

“A lot of people have seen the multi-headed snakes, the panic spread, and the entire Longyan city has become a pot of porridge. We have to evacuate the adjacent areas, such as the squatting area, and the evacuated residents crowded other areas. ""

"For this we even have to open the gates to evacuate the crowd, and in the middle of the night there is chaos," the old man's breathing is getting heavier and heavier: "The patrols are just too busy to smash the smashing guys..."

"If the Queen of the Sky suddenly appeared and comforted some people, I am afraid that I will become the first king in the history of Exeter to recruit troops to suppress civilians in the capital."

King Nunn’s face was calm, his eyes were sad and his tone was heavy.

"The officers are screaming and coping with the innumerable aristocratic vassals, in case a feverish guy pulls a group of people from the city or outside the city to send meat to the disaster..."

King Nunn lamented: "Thanks to a large number of people at the banquet last night, they would have to be busier."

"And I still have four grandfathers, who are huddled in the Palace of the Spirit, waiting to see their jokes of the king."

Speaking of this, King Nunn smiled ugly, and the folds on his face became deeper and deeper: "Yes, there is a prince from the enemy country, taking my granddaughter to the streets in the middle of the night."

Taylor shrugged his shoulders: "I am also very sorry."

"Plus these after-care arrangements..."

King Nunn ignored his words, but shook his head in a complicated expression, and exhaled a long breath: "Can you imagine?"

The sorrow of the dead in the eyes of the king.

"There are countless dead people, broken families, wounded people who need to be treated, destroyed in the once-in-a-city, unfortunately lost property, and have to spend a piece of finance out of thin air..."

"The messy order is in urgent need of reorganization, panic and angry crowds, rumors of rumors in the streets, blame and blame on the backs of the fools..."

"The aristocrats who gave false condolences and their reliefs, in fact, the tax-free request for self-fertilization, the inevitable doubts and clamour of the vassals and the military, the other small tricks played by the big public, the temples and the envoys sent by various countries to explore, the foreign spies who are eager to move... ..."

"After hearing the news, it will definitely be scared off the caravan for at least a month, and the price that will rise again, and the labor force will drop sharply, leading to the determination of the food that will be greatly affected in the coming year..."

Every time I say a little, the face of King Nunn is faint.

Tyres’s mood is also heavy.

"And the cold weather is coming again..." The old king sighed in disappointment: "Starting from the assassination of Morar... This year is another sad winter..."

Tyres looked at the face of King Nunn and sank in his heart.

He looked around the ruins and looked at the exposed bodies from time to time.

In particular, I think that the two magicians are trying to make a big fight for themselves.

"I'm very sorry."

Thales’s low sentiment is a deep sorrow in the words.

King Nunn looked at him quietly and said nothing.

At that moment, Taylors felt that Nuen VII had deep mourning and exhaustion on his face.

After a few seconds, the old king took a deep breath.

"you know……"

"Sometimes, I really admire your stars," the king's words are full of helplessness and powerlessness:

"At least you have a ‘Yin Jun’.”

Tyres stunned and raised his head, "Ah?"

Xianjun?

Like Kessel?

Tyres turned his eyes and his face was full of "do not understand."

But King Nunn just shook his head indifferently and snorted: "Forget it."

"The martial law will continue for a while... some secrets can't be made public," he said faintly. "Before that, let's take a look at the disaster and leave us a stall."

King Nunn continued to walk low and walked forward. The inexplicable Taylor could only touch his head and follow the fog.

Light and fire illuminate everything on the road: countless ruins and countless bodies, which makes a group of people feel more and more heavy.

The ruins left by the multi-headed snakes, the holes drilled by the tentacles, the people who died under the suffocation, and what they saw, are all tragedies.

"This is a bit of a bitch..."

King Nunn’s face remained the same, and the words he said were still calm.

Just like the previous things can't shake his mood at all.

"Disaster..."

However, Tyres heard the insincere hatred from his words:

"The battle of the end, hey, the end of the battle..."

King Nunn showed a helpless smile and said slowly: "Why didn't you take them..."

"All done."

Taylor’s heart glimpsed.

King Nunn suddenly had a footstep: "This is where the Queen of the Sky descends?"

They are standing on the edge of a wide crater that is clearly different from elsewhere.

Taylor looked at a pit that was obviously caught by the giant claws and frowned slightly: "Yes."

The little slicker blinked and touched his glasses with some worry.

King Nunn moved: "She spoke to you?"

Tyres took a deep breath and couldn't help but think of the Queen of the Sky: "Yes, she said..."

"Wait," the old king stopped the words of Tyres, and stared at the little slicker with a sharp gaze, scaring the latter out: "Go back and say."

King Nunn raised his hand and looked at the high sky. On the background of the slightly bright sky, he looked up at the statue of Nakaru on the cliff of the sky, his face complex.

"Six hundred years have passed," said King Nunn's face with a faint mourning: "The dragon will finally come to the world again when the disaster occurs."

Tyres couldn't help but notice that the old king's name for the Queen of the Sky is "the dragon", not the title of "Kroresh."

The old king suddenly laughed.

"you know……"

"Even after three hundred years ago, Longyan City was under the East-Land Alliance of the Night Wings, and the casualties were heavy. The soldiers were all dying, and the "King of Wrath" was dying, "Nun VII." Look down at the head and stare straight at Tells: "The dragon didn't show up."

“It’s like this is not the country she and her lover have built together.”

After a night of chaos, Tyres, whose brain has been a little confused, squinted, unknown.

King Nunn looked up and his tone was complicated:

"Exeter, and Longyan City, what does it mean for her? Nakaru, her husband, what does it mean for her?"

"What does it mean to end the battle?"

"And we, the Exeter people have promised to be children of the North Wind and the Dragon... Hey, the children of the Dragon?"

Princess Nunn laughed, and the laughter was full of irony:

"really?"

Taylors noticed that when King Nunn was feeling, the little slicker looked and seemed to have something to say.

But she seemed to think of something immediately, her face showing a scared expression, and finally she lowered her head again.

"Our stars also claim to be the successors of the empire, aren't they?" Taylors couldn't help but say: "But we are not an empire after all."

King Nunn bowed his head and his eyes locked on Tyres.

The pressure on the glaring eyes made the second prince somewhat uncomfortable.

For a long while, the old king looked at the little slick and looked faintly:

"You have protected her, are you? In that danger, have protected my granddaughter?"

Tyres and the little slicker glimpse together, and the latter subconsciously looked at Tells for a moment.

"I can see it," said King Nunn's expression unchanged, staring at the little slick, motionlessly, making her more nervous: "She looks at your eyes differently."

"Amount, this," Tyres touched his head and felt the little slick that was hiding behind him. He said awkwardly: "People should always help each other."

King Nunn stared at him for three seconds without speaking.

Three seconds later, King Noon showed an intriguing expression, quite playful: "You know, I later reconsidered your words,"

Tyres’s head touched his head suddenly.

He is a little surprised.

how?

"We are not born to be accustomed to conspiracy and savvy calculations," said Nunn's expression indifferently, but the words revealed old and calm: "Maybe, for Walton's upcoming storm, the most reliable thing is not to weigh the pros and cons, to fight for power. The old and noble aristocrats who are careful to advance and retreat are not the considerations of those who come back and forth, their shortsightedness, nor the power game in which the chips move back and forth."

The king looked up and looked at the statue at the top of his head: "It's the glory that has shined on the heroes, but we have lost for too long."

Taylor looked at the guards around with some doubts, but they only looked around and watched the king quietly.

"Real heroes - like Nakaru," King Noon stared at the statue of the dragon rider and exclaimed: "Maybe his body, there is really something that allows people to listen without hesitation, willingly follow, Let's go to death without rumors, and let the glory of no regrets and sacrifices."

"Maybe it's the dazzling brilliance that sets up Exeter, the brilliance that makes the dragons willing to follow," the face of King Nunn blew down: "Also let the dragons, the descendants of his blood. Dismissive, it won't come out."

In the heart of Tyres, he couldn’t help but blurt out: "The king does not respect the blood."

The scar on his chest was faint again.

King Nunn moved a little and showed him a deep and subtle smile.

"I said, you have a ‘Yin Jun’.” He faintly said.

Taylors frowned again.

But in the next moment, his heart raised a bit of irritability.

"call out--"

In the light of the sky, Taylors raised his head subconsciously.

The guards around the king were even faster than Tyres. After a hundred battles, they instinctively felt something, and they had already looked up.

There seems to be something that is falling down on the cliff of the sky.

The wind of "咻咻" came faintly.

The king frowned.

"What is that?" King Nunn narrowed his eyes.

Tyres then gaze.

The sin of the prison river flooded his eyes like a flood.

It is a gray thing that falls from the cliff of the sky.

Taylor's gaze fell vertically as it looked, and the thing fell to twenty meters from the ground.

"Like a block... grey rock?" Taylors wondered.

The battle was just too intense, and the rock formations of the sky cliff were shaken.

Suddenly, the falling gray shadow suddenly burst into the air.

The next moment, the shadow of the gray shadow descending along the straight line of the cliff suddenly turned – coming straight to them!

Taylor’s heart glimpsed and took a step back subconsciously.

"Do not!"

A white-bladed guard immediately alerted him and instantly plucked his knife and said: "That's not rock! Police--"

But the gray shadows are coming instantly --- the volley comes over them!

Taylors looked up in shock, and through the fire in the hands of the guards, he saw the gray shadow that flashed in front of him.

That is a person.

A man from head to toe wrapped in a gray tights, even with a gray cloth on his forehead.

Only a pair of narrow scorpions were exposed, and there was cold light in the eyes of Taylors.

The man leaps over their heads and loosens a rope held in his hand.

Sway to them.

Tyres trembled.

That is... the rock climbing zip line left by the black sword!

Actually used by this man...

The man in the gray coat turned his hands in the air.

"alert!"

The elite of the Whiteblade Guards screamed and responded quickly to the King and two children.

"Don't panic!" King Nunn's voice was fascinating: "Send a signal..."

But he did not say anything, the next second, the man in the air suddenly stretched his arms!

Two lusters, directed at the white-bladed guards below.

Taylors was pushed back by a warrior.

"call out!"

Tyres instantly felt that his head was cool, and countless warm liquids were sprayed on his face.

The little slick screamed.

Tyres shook, feeling the salty mouth in his mouth, watching the soldier fall to his side, a short knife inlaid on his neck.

Bloody, not dead.

"When it is!"

A warrior in the forefront of the sword slashed the knife and opened another radiance, and immediately came the sharp sound of the knife.

The next second, the man in the gray coat landed at an incredible speed.

"Hey - click!"

The assassin who descended from the sky was falling on a warrior's body, pressing him down from his knees, and the terrible sternal broken sound came!

The assassin seemed to be completely unaffected by the impact of the landing, and he suddenly looked up.

A pair of narrow, narrow-lit scorpions stared at Tells.

Tyres was cold and his scalp was numb.

Goal... is it me?

The next moment, the image of the assassin instantly appeared one meter away, rushing to the two fighters in front of the tyres.

"Block him!"

King Nunn, who was surrounded by death, roared: "Protect him!"

With his orders, the White Blade Guard soldiers did not hesitate to encircle the assassin, three streamlined white-handed machete, cut to the assassin's lower abdomen, throat and thigh!

But the man's body suddenly turned around, and when the three blades were about to wipe him, he almost leaped in the air.

Swinging his head, abdomen, and shrinking his legs, he used the most incredible body, a front flip, to avoid the three-man blade.

Tyres is a singer: He seems to have seen such a body.

However, what he has seen... is not so neat, fast and incredible!

The man who crossed the three men landed steadily, his hands turned over and two short knives appeared on his hands.

The assassin's double knives instantly crossed the last warrior in front of Tyres.

Blood is coming out.

The little slicker was scared and looked at it.

Tyres took a breath, and he had no time to make any changes. He could only watch the assassin's short knife coming toward him.

The blade is getting closer and closer.

The sin of the prison river slowed down his sense of time.

But he could not find any chance to escape.

That blade - it is too fast.

"clang!"

The Assassin's blade eventually stopped before the tip of the nose.

The sin of the prison river faded and time returned to normal.

Tyres was shocked and his heart beat violently.

The lazyness of the rest of my life just after the robbery has been awakened by the cold sweat at this time!

But to the surprise of the assassin, his blade could not advance one point - the soldier who had just passed his deadly double-knife was not killed by the assassin.

This white-bladed guard, holding a single knife, traversing the arm shield, and holding the assassin's double knife with his shoulders and arms, stopped him!

Do not let the assassin's blade advance one inch.

Tyres was a spur of the moment, and quickly rolled to the side and indecently, avoiding the blade.

"Don't underestimate..." Endured the pain of the wound, and the white-bladed guard in front of Thales pushed hard and shouted: "...the guard of the dragon!"

The assassin was pushed back two steps, and the three white-edged guards behind him cooperated with each other and calmly and slashed!

“Hey!” “Hey!” “Hey!”

The assassin who lost his balance, his body shape turned sharply, but he struggled to open three knives.

However, his unsteady figure, the fourth soldier who was finally rushed to the left arm.

"laugh!"

The blood of the assassin spilled out.

"When it is!"

He also took the unstable left-handed knife again, and the blade fell to the ground, giving off a crisp metal.

The warrior's white-handled knife smashed out and brought a shed of blood on the assassin's shoulder.

"When it is!"

The assassin's right-handed knife fell to the ground. He looked up and finally glanced at Taylors.

The indifference and death in the eyes made the latter goose bumps.

The assassin who lost the double-knife rolled away on the ground, away from the stalks of the white-guard guards who had been reacted quickly.

Tyres gasped and shuddered, looking at the assassin who was shaking his wound on the ground.

so close.

so close!

Who is he?

More and more White Blade Guards have rushed to unarmed assassins.

"Leave alive!" King Nunn held Teres's shoulder from behind, comforting him with trembling, and the king's majestic voice steadily spread: "Ask the people behind the scenes!"

But at this time, the two short knives on the ground suddenly "lead" themselves!

Like if you have life.

At that moment, a well-deserved white-bladed guard seemed to recognize the assassin and immediately changed his face.

"Be careful!" The guard shouted out.

Almost at the same moment, the assassin got up and turned back, with the blood of the drifting, crossed the three people in a row, and broke out!

The speed is fast, the angle is sturdy, the figure is wonderful, and the White Blade Guard blocking the way is impossible to intercept.

Recognizing the enemy's guards madly screaming, with the robes rushing to the assassin: "He is the 'flying blade' -"

The double knives on the ground, one of them slammed back into the assassin's hand.

The other knife was thrown into the darkness and disappeared.

The assassin's single-handed attack was continuous, and instantly crossed the throat of a guard.

The words of the guards came to the ear at this time:

"--Bannet Sarridon!"

The next moment, the assassin was spelled by the second guard to cut his shoulders, biting his teeth and tearing out the scary arc, and his body shape turned around, instantly turning around the obstacle!

All the White Blade Guards, including Tyres, are all in sync!

However, the shape of the assassin has been highlighted, far away, disappearing in the cover of the night and the ruins.

Taylor stood in the same place and stared at the back of the assassin.

Baan Knight Sariton?

Could it be that……

"Ah, ah!" The scream of the little slicked heartbreaking suddenly came!

Tyres was shocked and quickly looked at her.

But before he turned his head, Taylors felt that his feet were touched lightly.

Tyres slammed.

He slowly lowered his head.

The prince’s eyes are wide.

I saw a round ball, rolling down at his feet, shaking slightly.

The breath of Tyres solidified.

A few seconds have passed.

In the scream of the little slick, Tyres stood sullenly, letting the blood on the ground soak his shoes, and his brain was blank.

He snorted and still hang his head, staring at the head of the body that had ruled Exeter for three decades, Nunn Walton VII, who had left the body.

Unbelievably surprised, solidified on the king's face.

The other handle was thrown into the darkness, and there was no knife that flew back to the assassin's hand. As the king's head fell on the ground, it trembled slightly.

More than a dozen white-guard guards were full of pain, remorse, anger, unwillingness, and in the same word, bursting out of thin air:

"Do not--"

In the sky, the first rays of the sun appear in the east.

This night is over.

He will be clear tomorrow.

"Dragon Blood" volume open!

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