Gavin leaped forward, spear slashing down like a scythe. Zhao Xin swept it aside, but the prince immediately pursued a spinning thrust. The tip of the spear was only a few inches away from Zhao Xin, and the edge of the blade grazed his neck. Jiawen showed no mercy.

Zhao Xin wanted to use the divine weapon for the Pope, but he himself had to be able to control it first. With the king's approval, he began to practice and master its secrets. Exceptionally light in the hand and perfectly balanced, this gun is a remarkable weapon that represents the pinnacle of a craftsman's skill.

When Demacia was far away, the famous craftsman Oron built the gun. It is a symbol of Demacia's prestige, no less than the towering white walls on the borders of the kingdom or the crown on the king's head. It was forged to defeat a massive frost wurm, Vortex and her offspring, and to protect the early settlers of Demacia from it. Since then, it has been a symbol of royal blood.

For many years, Zhao Xin practiced using this gun every day before dawn. When he felt that he had a good understanding of it, he began to teach the young prince how to handle the weapon.

Jiawen let out a low roar and rushed towards Zhao Xin. But he was on the defensive, cleanly letting go of the side, always grasping the sense of distance around him. Zhao Xin's spear left a trail of afterimages in front of him, and he was able to pick away the weapon that stabbed at him every time.

As a young man, Gawen had been learning how to use swords, guns, and fists and feet, as well as military history and rhetoric, and had not given up on his intellectual training. On his sixteenth birthday, the king finally gave him a dragon lance as a gift. He then trained hard and wounded himself countless times, but finally he was able to handle it skillfully, and the dragon spear was like a finger in his hand.

Jiawen pressed on Zhao Xin step by step, and every attack was carried with anger. He made interlocking moves and did not leave any gap for Zhao Xin. As soon as the spike was bounced off, it immediately turned into an upward pick, followed by two sweeps, first cutting the waist and abdomen, and then wiping the throat. But Zhao Xin flashed around, and the gun was like an iron wall, dissolving all the tricks one by one.

Although Jiawen has always been a student of Zhao Xin, the prince is young and strong, and his tall body allows him to attack farther. He is no longer the stupid kid with empty ambitions, but a warrior who has been tempered by battle. Jiawen's skill in wiring the dragon spear is now easily better than Zhao Xin's. Gavin attacked relentlessly, forcing him to retreat step by step.

Messenger Zhao tried his best to protect himself, but he couldn't hold out for long.

The king bowed his head and read his letter again. He let out a painful sigh.

"If I had had the courage, perhaps today's catastrophe could have been avoided." He said.

He signed the letter, then put his seal on the side with a drop of melted royal blue wax.

He blew on the seal, then lifted the letter and shook it gently to allow the wax to cool as quickly as possible.

The wax seal froze, and the king rolled up the oracle, stuffed it into a white crust cylinder, and sealed the lid tightly.

He handed the cylinder to his steward.

Zhao Xin barely dodged a tricky cross-cut and tilted his head at the last moment. The jagged blade at the tip of the dragon spear slashed across his cheek, and blood was seen.

From the beginning of their fight, Zhao Xin felt for the first time that the prince might really want his life.

It makes sense that the king died for his dereliction of duty, and he then died at the hands of the prince.

Jiawen used the tail of the dragon spear to pull away Zhao Xin's spear, and he turned around, and the head of the spear slashed through a narrow arc and flew towards his neck.

This is the perfect killing move, which was taught to the prince by Zhao Xin himself. Gavin's pace was perfect, and the initial pick out of the block was just right enough to knock the weapon aside without slowing down the final blow.

Even so, the head of Debang still has the ability to block it. He didn't have the slightest room to spare, but he trusted his speed, and although he was exhausted, he was good enough to dodge the blow.

However, he did not move. He has lost his fighting spirit.

He lifted his chin slightly, so that the fatal stab could leave no suspense.

The blade of the dragon spear is like a poisonous snake spitting letters. The blow was fast, skillful, and powerful, enough to pierce through flesh and bones, killing him almost instantly.

The fatal move stopped when it just touched Zhao Xin's throat. A string of blood dripped down and that's it.

"Why don't you tell me where you've been," Gavin asked.

Zhao Xin swallowed his saliva. Warm blood slid down his neck. "Because I can't get away with it," he said, "I should have been there." ”

Jiawen placed his blade in front of Zhao Xin's throat, fixed for a moment, and then retreated. He seemed to have withered suddenly, and all his anger was poured out, leaving only a grief, confused fatherless son.

"So, it was your father who ordered you to leave," he said, "and you want to take the responsibility of being absent alone." ”

Zhao Xin didn't say a word.

"I'm right, am I?" said Gavin.

Zhao Xin sighed and looked down.

Zhao Xin did not speak or act. He looked at the letter that the king had handed him, but did not reach for it.

The king raised his eyebrows, and Zhao Xin had no choice but to accept it.

"Do you want me to give this to the Courier, Your Majesty?" he said.

"No," said Gavin, "you send it for me, and I believe you alone, my friend." ”

Zhao Xin nodded solemnly, and then pinned the cylinder to his belt.

"To whom"

"Leader of the Demon Seekers." The king said. He held up a finger, "Don't let his servants collect it for him." Be sure to give it to him with your own hands. ”

Zhao Xin bowed. "The mission must be accomplished. Just wait until the streets are cleared and the whereabouts of the fugitives are ascertained. ”

"No," said the king, "I want you to go now." ”

"He's really stubborn sometimes," Gavin said, shaking his head. "As long as he makes up his mind, he can't change it."

"I should have been there." Zhao Xinxin said in a weak voice.

Gavin rubbed his eyes.

"Wouldn't that be disobeying the king's orders, no, you wouldn't do that, uncle," said Gavin, "what did he send you to do?"

Zhao Xin frowned.

"I am your personal guard, Your Majesty," he said, "and I should not have left the palace. Not today. ”

"I want you to send this letter, or the situation will continue to deteriorate," said the king, "and the Demon Seekers must be ordered to stop in order to avoid an escalation of the confrontation." At this point, there is no choice. ”

"Your Majesty, I don't think it's wise to send me," Zhao Xin said, but the king interrupted him sharply.

"This is not a request, Governor," he said, "and I command you to serve this decree at once, without error. ”

"Send the letter," said Garvin blandly, "he ordered you to leave just to deliver the letter."