My arm was too weak to lift, the short blade of my hand was flipped over, and the ground under my feet was completely red, and I felt like I was stepping on a pool of blood...... I don't forget when I think of death.

The powder I had just sprinkled in the house also had some effect, and many of the Minoa soldiers who rushed in were reckless and suffered great losses, and some of them died. Later, the smell of the powder gradually dissipated, and they also saw the doorway, some tore the cloth and covered their mouths and noses, and some smashed the window to let the wind blow away the smell of the house, and never fell for it again.

The Minoan soldiers were killed a lot, but they kept the door closed, and we tried several times but didn't rush out.

Unas also had several wounds on his body, bleeding from his arms and legs, and the wound on his leg was so deep that the blood gushing out of his legs flowed down his legs, and it was impossible to distinguish between the blood of the Minoan soldiers and his own under his feet.

But I didn't have any injuries, just a lock of hair.

Unas was so firmly in front of me, and all those swords, guns, spears, and halberds were slashed at him.

No matter how brave he is and how high his swordsmanship is, many ants bite and kill elephants, and Minoa soldiers die and another replace, but his sword-wielding arm cannot be put down.

Iron man, too, can't hold up.

We retreated to the corner of the wall, leaning against the wall to resist the Minoan soldiers, so that we would not be besieged by the enemy. After a few attempts to get out, Unas pulled me back to the wall, and stood in front of me, hiding me behind him.

He and I will both die if we continue like this.

His sword had also been broken, and it didn't make much sense to struggle any longer.

I tossed the dagger out of my hand, and Unas quickly glanced at me out of the corner of his eye, and the sword he was about to swing back again, holding it across his chest to block the blow that had stabbed him at the point.

"We're not fighting!" My voice was hoarse and I shouted in the language of Minoa: "Don't fight!" ”

The little leader of the Minoa soldiers had lost his neat and mighty appearance at the beginning, his face was splashed with blood, and the copper ring on his forehead did not know where it had fallen. I remember that Unas once slashed his head with a sword, cutting the copper fence. If it hadn't been for that thing in the way, his head would have been split right now.

His voice was hideous: "Want to beg for mercy now?" It's late! Give me ......."

"You don't want information?" I whispered, "Who are we here at our behest, how many of our comrades are there, the detailed plan to assassinate the Queen Mother, and who brought us into the palace...... You could say that you don't want to know, and it's easier to kill us to vent your hatred, but I think your boss probably wants to know more. ”

He was stunned for a moment.

"Also, in a hurry to kill us, with so many people watching, do you think, will anyone guess that you are going to kill people?"

"You talk nonsense!"

"Whether I talk nonsense or not, it depends on whether you are weak or not."

His vicious gaze moved from my face to Unas's face, and he slashed his sword in the air with hatred: "Arrest him!" Chop off the man's hand first! He sneered: "Cutting off your hand doesn't prevent you from asking for a confession!" That woman, everyone entertains and executes her! You can do it enough, two men killed dozens of our brothers! ”

I pulled Unas: "You can let me try it!" ”

He was frozen, and it was a little difficult to ride a tiger.

A voice outside said, "Good, good. The Mickenny has such a powerful character, is it disturbing to stir up my Minoa. Such a character, but still a little girl, I would like to see it. ”

The voice seemed noble, cold, but elegant and pleasant.

A flash of realization flashed through my heart.

This woman who is quiet outside is the Queen Mother of Minoa, the mastermind behind the trap to lure people to the hook.

I held Unas's hand, his arms and body trembling slightly, his sweat hot and cold, as if he had just been fished out of the water.

I tore a strip of my skirt and tied his injured leg tightly. Now there is no medicine, and nothing else.

My gaze was on his.

He didn't have to speak, he could understand what I was trying to say.

The hand that held the hilt of the sword tightly slowly loosened.

The bronze sword, which had been broken and broken, fell to the ground with a thud.

The voice outside said, "The Queen Mother has an order, don't hurt them first, bring them here." ”

The Minoan soldiers swarmed up and twisted Unas's arms behind his back and tied them firmly. Although the woman said not to be hurt, how could the red-eyed Minoan soldier be kind to us.

A few hands came to grab me, I lifted the veil that had been stained with blood, raised my head and slowly glanced at the people in front of me: "Don't touch me!" ”

Their hands stopped there, and they didn't stretch any further.

"I'll go myself."

The corners of my mouth curved into an arc of indifference and mockery, and I said lightly: "Are you still worried, can I, a bare-handed woman, hurt you again?" ”

We were pushed out of the bloody palace room by the Minoan soldiers, and the garden pavilion outside was brightly lit, and the palace guards sat in the pavilion with a person in the crowd.

The people around him shouted: "Kneel! ”

"When I see the Queen Mother, I don't kneel!"

The woman sitting in the pavilion raised her hand slightly, and her voice was soft but full of majesty: "Okay, it's not the priority to kneel or not. Listen to it, you are also smart people, what should you explain, you don't need me to remind you, right? ”

Unas gritted his teeth and said nothing, and I took a step forward, my eyes fixed on her.

Illuminated by the lights, the Queen Mother of Minoa wore only a white dress and a forehead trimmed with blue gems on her forehead. Other than that, there is no other decoration. She looked like she was in her twenties, and she couldn't tell that she had given birth to two sons, one of whom was a big man like Andos.

She is very beautiful, very noble and elegant.

Could it be her, killing Immorton?

Our life and death are now in her hands.

The wind blows through the courtyard, and the leaves rustle with flowers, grass, and leaves.

"Huh...... You ......" She also saw my look, her eyebrows furrowed slightly, as if she remembered something.

Will she recognize me?