Chapter 202 The Last of the Prince

Long Yucheng.

Under a remote roof.

Nie Lai, a **** face, was lying on the side of a wooden barrel. He bit his teeth and reached out. He broke his hand from the tail and broke the **** arrow on his hind leg. Slightly exerted force.

"laugh!"

The cold sweat ran down his forehead, but the comet still clenched his teeth and screamed, pulling the arrow out in the trembling.

Nicholas exhaled, throwing away the arrow and pulling a piece of cloth to prepare for dressing.

This is the last arrow.

As for the two arrows that remain in the body... Nicholas looks to his left arm and left leg.

There are two arrow shafts that have been left in abundance.

The comet's eyes were fierce and clenched his fists.

Immediately, the unique end of the force originated in his bones, tightened the muscles, and sealed the arrow around the arrow.

This should last for a while.

Nie Lai took a deep breath and felt the pessimistic injury in his body and frowned.

The comet slowly looked up and looked at the man in front of him who was lying down on the ground and bruised: "You are the one that Grivo said."

But the other party did not respond.

"Good hand, the way to block the arrow is very clever." Nie Lai slowly nodded.

In fact... Nie Lai took a breath and secretly told himself: This is a sly character.

The man with a black sword snorted and wrapped the last big wound on his body.

"You are not bad." He faintly looked at the heavily worn arm shield on Nie Lei's left arm.

Nie Lai squinted.

"Is you sealed the disaster?" The comet slammed his body and leaned against the wall: "Do you have... those armed?"

"Okay," Black Sword nodded, his expression pale: "The scorpion has dropped a long gun, isn't it."

Niely resisted the pain from his arms and calves, and looked at the man with the strange sword, his eyes sweeping to another sword in his waist, and his eyes passed the suspicion.

"You know us...who are you?"

The leader of the Whiteblade Guard naturally placed his hand next to the Blade of Broken Soul and whispered: "You know the magician, and you know the legendary anti-magic..."

But his words were interrupted.

"Oh," the plain-looking man, who was inconspicuous, shook his head slightly: "Are you sure you want to waste time here?"

Niely slightly frowned.

"You also heard what the civilians are saying," Black Sword bowed his head and wiped his sword. "Your king..."

He shrugged.

The comet was silent for a while.

"Yeah," Niely pulled up a smashing arrow, his face was ugly, his eyes were dim: "I have a hunch, and the worst thing has happened."

The shame of the white blade.

I am afraid……

Nie's eyes were getting colder and colder, and he slowly squeezed his fists.

A black sword wiping the weapon glanced at it and observed Niely's expression: "What are you going to do? At least you should report it?"

Nie's eyes focused on the arrow on the hand, and the left fist clenched and shivered slightly.

"Whoever is - black sand collar or who - has set off this rebellion, they have been planning for a long time, planning is careful," the comet bites his teeth, grinding words from the teeth, pale face against the blood The contrast is particularly strong: "Now, no one can believe me except my swearing brother."

The black sword snorted and hung the weapon back to the waist, struggling to stand up and stand up: "That good luck."

Niely looked up and looked at the man who was about to leave.

"Hey," the comet stopped the strange man and ordered a chin toward him: "You are not a northerner... Why save me?"

The black sword turned back and took a deep look at Nie Lai.

At that moment, Niely felt that the man’s eyes had strange emotions.

"I can't understand the despicable villain who used the arrow to play more and less." The black sword faintly said, he continued to turn around.

Nie Lai, who leaned back against the wall, sneered in disdain.

"Get it," Niely slowly shook his head, revealing a satirical smile: "As a white-bladed guard, the king's sharpest knife, I have played a lot of battles, worked as his reserve team, commander, military judge, execution. People, the death squad, the elite, the latter... all the places you want."

The black sword did not look back, but his voice passed over:

"and so?"

Nie Lai sat hard for a few inches and took a deep breath.

"So, I have interrogated a lot of prisoners of war, spies, traitors and enemies, to distinguish between lies and truth, and how different people have fought," the comet responded to the words of the Black Sword, and he looked at me: "I Seeing how fat you are, Tuluha's - kicking the snow and dust under your feet? You don't look like the justice messengers who see the road."

The black sword turned his head and stared at Nie Lai, who was gasping on the ground.

After a while.

Niely snorted and shook his head: "If you are not prepared to scream..."

at this time.

"Is this knife?" Black Sword asked softly.

Nie Lai frowned.

"what?"

The next moment, the comet immediately noticed that the man's gaze fell on the blade of the soul of his hand.

Nie's breathing began to accelerate, slightly causing the body's injuries.

He unconsciously touched the handle.

"It's this knife," fortunately, the Black Sword just asked with his low voice: "Kill the Horace comet?"

Nie Lai’s eyes were slightly enlarged.

what?

The two men looked at the eaves for two seconds.

"Yes, the blade of the soul."

Nie Lai's gaze did not leave the eyes of Black Sword. He slowly nodded and pointed the alert to the highest level. He adjusted his body to a position where he could shoot up or defend in time. This is a light statement: "Twelve years ago, The sword of tracing will die under it."

The black sword slowly breathed, and the eyes flashed inexplicable emotions.

"Holas," he said slowly: "Is he suffering before he died?"

Niely took a deep breath of air, held the wooden barrel, and stood up in trepidation. The blade of the broken soul was firmly grasped in the right hand.

"I know why you are saving me now."

The comet clenched his teeth and his eyes became more and more fierce.

But the black sword just looked at him quietly, without saying a word.

"If you want to avenge the sword of retrospectives, now is a good time," Nie Lai painfully gasped, pulling the distance between the legs, quickly estimating the timing of the shot, the end of the force in the bone slow Slowly condensing, the words reveal a strong hostility: "Of course, don't expect me not to fight back."

However, the man in front of him just glanced at the blade of the broken soul and turned and left.

Niely deeply frowned.

He looked at the back of the black sword and slowly left, and the doubts in his heart increased.

"and many more."

The comet is still open.

"What is your purpose, a guy of unknown origin?" Nie Lai slowly said: "Commas has a saying, "Watch a gift that does not ask for reward."

The black sword turned back and looked at the comet in depth.

"Compared to me," Black Sword gently shook his head: "I believe you have more important things to do."

Nie Lai frowned slightly: "Yes, believe me, I am already doing it."

The black sword pulled the corner of his mouth, shook his head, took the vain step after the injury, and turned away.

Nie Lai stared at him.

Staring at the figure that the man left.

One second.

Two seconds.

Three seconds.

Nielai’s eyebrows swayed and seemed to hesitate.

Until the figure of the black sword disappeared behind the wall of the corner.

I don't know how long it took, and the comet sighed.

"Okay." He seemed to make up his mind and snorted.

The footsteps behind the wall stopped.

"The death of Horace Comet," he said faintly. "In return, if you really want to know..."

There is no sound behind the wall. .

I saw Niely slowly slipping against the wall. He hung his eyes and his eyes drifted back to the past.

"That night, that battle..."

Nicholas murmurs: "Holas, the cruel butcher is wearing his black armor, with the guards, with a wound and a broken armor..."

"That is a real **** battle, everyone is crazy."

Nielai’s eyes drifted and he had already looked at another place that was not in front of him.

That rock-filled cornice.

His tone is plain and plain: "Terend, Jules, Tulleha, and the people on the stars... Each of us forgets everything in the sword and the blood, except for killing and death, I feel The blood in the blood vessels must be boiling."

"Tuleha was injured and left, we screamed, Jules was crushed in the wind, but laughed, Tyrone was dead, we were even more crazy... that was the last battle, so the stars are the same. ......"

"The living people shed blood one by one, and the dead were lifted one by one..."

Nie Lai lowered his eyes: "Everyone is crazy, the battlefield, you know."

He did not know that the so-called sneer, the emotions are not discerned, and the intention is unknown.

The wall is still silent.

Just like Niele is talking to himself.

But the comet knows that someone is naturally listening to his narrative.

"But Horace is not the same," Nie Lai re-raised his head. His words turned and his face changed subtly: "When we are all crazy like a beast, he has no expression, just like He didn't care about the battle at hand."

Nicholas bowed his head and gently said:

"He died very peacefully."

The voice fell.

A second later, there was a low but chaotic breath behind the wall.

"A serene?" The voice of the black sword trembled.

Nie Lai nodded and sneered at the irony or helplessness: "When he fell in my arms... his expression was like he finally got rid of it."

The black sword behind the wall did not speak, and his breathing gradually disappeared.

Nicholas crouched down and sighed: "The few kills of Horace are not happy."

"Because that is not like fighting at all."

There is still no movement behind the wall.

But Nielylai was still talking, only to see his expression cold and smile.

"That feels... it’s like he is seeking relief," Nie Lae Momo said, his voice bleak: "Have you seen someone on the battlefield who was seriously injured incurable, but still unable to die for a while? ......"

"It's that feeling... that's the look of liberation..."

The friction between the fingers and the hilt was heard behind the wall.

Although very small, Nie Lai heard it.

The breathing sound became thicker again.

"Freedom?" The voice of the black sword came, the voice trembled, and the words seemed to be a bit difficult:

"why?"

The comet sighed: "I don't know."

"And I don't want to know," Niely shook her head and looked at her eyes. "I guess people will have this or that before they die. The usual infrequent thoughts, the prince is no exception?"

Maybe.

Especially the prince.

Think of King Nunn and Prince Suril, Nie Lai’s eyes.

He took a deep breath and lifted his spirit.

The breath behind the wall disappeared again.

Nie's eyes drifted into the distance, only to hear him snickering in the shackles, and the sarcasm in the words was very strong: "The comet... the comet... haha, haha..."

Under the eaves, the two men on either side of the corner did not move, silent.

After a long while.

"Thank you." The voice of the black sword came from the side of the wall.

Nicholas came back and shook his head and said: "Just as you saved my return, there is nothing to thank me..."

But he was interrupted.

"No, this is not for me," the man behind the wall faintly said:

"It’s for Horace."

Nie Lai has a slight glimpse.

why?

He really wants to ask this.

But after a few seconds, Niely closed his mouth. He understood what he was, and nodded if he realized something.

There is no sound behind the wall.

The comet leaned against the wall behind it and his eyes were silent: "Okay."

"Good luck," Niely whispered: "The man with the black sword."

On the other side of the wall, the black sword did not answer.

The man with a lonely face looked up and glanced at the sky in the north.

The next second, the black sword turned and disappeared under the eaves.

Well, it is necessary to refer to the order of this chapter in Chapter 13, and then to modify it.

Believe it or not, I will start to save the manuscript from today, otherwise it will not be possible to do it any day (Mom is not a newcomer in the workplace, why don’t you do so?)

Say goodbye to the chapter of 7,000 words.

Nothing.

I am slowly writing, you look slowly.

(6 to 1! Reverse!)

(End of this chapter)