Gentle footsteps came, slow, hesitant, and confused, Si'er couldn't hear who it was, she didn't feel like the footsteps she was familiar with, it had always been cheerful, calm, and light, but this one was as heavy as lead, she heard footsteps approaching her cell, she tried to see the situation outside, but she didn't even have the strength to move her neck.

A figure appeared outside the cage, Si'er couldn't see who it was, and of course she couldn't see his expression, but she could feel that the other party was staring at her, and there was something familiar in his eyes.

With a crisp sound, the sharp sword slammed open the cell door with a cold light, and not even a single spark appeared. Qinglong walked through the broken cell door on the ground with the elven sword in his hand and walked into the cell, the suffocating stench made him unbearable to get used to the fresh air of nature, he came here with a sad and indignant heart, but the dirty air in front of him, the rats scurrying around, the disgusting food, and the girl in front of him who was covered in scars and dying on the dirty ground, but he couldn't hate it anymore, only his heart was full of pathos. No, he still hates, he hates the injustice of fate, for Si'er, and for himself.

He knelt down in front of Si'er, lovingly brushed away her messy black hair with his hand, Si'er lay quietly, so close, she already recognized Qinglong. Instead of crying, she smiled apologetically, she didn't want to let the other person see her tears before she died.

"I'm sorry ......"

Si'er said softly, Qinglong shook his head emotionally, Si'er's smile froze, and his eyes slowly closed. Qinglong's breathing became rapid, and he gently probed Si'er's snort with his trembling hand, she was still breathing. Just fainted. In fact, the appearance of the green dragon gave her desperate heart a glimmer of hope. Qinglong picked her up. Si'er fell asleep in his arms like a little girl, and Qinglong carried her out of the cell. Walking towards the gate, the prisoners watched quietly, and no one dared to say anything.

"This woman is really not simple, not to mention her appearance, her origin is not simple, and there are even elves who rob the prison for her!" several prisoners carefully observed all this, whispering.

"Why don't we let him get us out together?" one prisoner suggested.

"You idiot, he's an elf, if he's a big grinning dwarf. It may be possible to save us, but the elf's personality is not just to help others, let alone save us......"

"Besides, it's a question of whether they themselves can escape, this is the palace prison, no one has escaped from it since the reign of Mond V, and if you follow them, you will probably be chopped to pulp!" The opposition of the surrounding prisoners completely extinguished the flame of hope in the proposer's heart. No more voices.

Despite the soft conversation, not a word escaped Qinglong's pointed ears, and of course he knew how dangerous it was, but when he left the Neil Forest and decided to rescue Si'er. Farris's words kept echoing in his ears: "We cannot avoid many pains, if we are afraid to move forward because of them. There will be only deeper suffering, forgiveness and hope. is the only way......"

Si'er's body was tightly tied to Qinglong's body with ropes, which was the only way he could do it. Although it greatly affected his agility in action, at this moment, he had no other way, he stood at the door of the cell and glanced at the soft moonlight that was spilling in from outside the door, silently prayed to the moon goddess, and ran with his sword on the road of no return.

The moonlight was exceptionally bright tonight, and the snow-white walls of the prison were as bright as day under the bright moonlight, which was very unfavorable to Qinglong's hidden appearance, and he walked quietly against the towering walls of the prison, his palms holding the elven sword were full of sweat, and his long white hair was scattered backwards in the run, like a small fast-moving cloud.

The journey was relatively safe, Qinglong relied on his keen observation to avoid several patrols, looking at their expressions, it seemed that he didn't know what was happening, Qinglong felt a little at ease. Seeing that the prison gate was close in front of him, Qinglong increased his pace and observed his surroundings more and more cautiously, usually the prison gate is the most heavily guarded place. However, the atmosphere around was a little weird, and the prison guards seemed to be even more lax than usual, which made Qinglong smell a little dangerous.

Sure enough, just as the green dragon bypassed the sentry in front of the gate with the help of shadows, and was about to ascend the prison tower from the large staircase behind, a tide of guards suddenly poured out around them, surrounding them at the staircase, sharp spears like bloodthirsty fangs, ready to attack.

The figure of King Boromo appeared on the prison tower above, and a small man stood beside him, and Qinglong saw that the other party was wearing a luxurious noble robe, with a sneer on his expression, and looked at them with contempt.

"Elf, I knew you were coming, and you dared to lead someone to assassinate me, saying, Who is your mastermind behind this?" the king's angry voice echoed in the night sky above the prison.

"Your Majesty, this is completely a trap of the enemy, we have all been deceived, please Your Majesty be aware of it!" Qinglong said as he used his sword to protect Si'er and himself from suddenly attacking the enemy.

The persuasion of the elven ranger made the king hesitate, and he looked at the nobles around him at a loss, and the man whispered a few words to the king in his ear, and the king immediately pointed at the green dragon like a powder keg that had been ignited, and was furious: "I understand, it must be Duke Huntel! You are right, all this is a trap, Duke Huntel colluded with the elves, and his evil intentions are clearly exposed! What natural disaster conspiracy, all are lies!"

Qinglong knew that the man beside the king had swayed the king's thinking, and he could not gain the king's trust, so he turned his heart and shouted: "Your Majesty, whether you believe it or not, this matter has nothing to do with the duke! The disaster is real, and the conspiracy is also real, please be careful of the people around you!" He threw down the last sentence and flew up the grand staircase that connected to the prison wall.

"Stop him!" The man beside the king did not wait for the king to give an order, he shouted first, and before the words came out, he remembered how rude his behavior was, and hurriedly lowered his eyebrows and bent down to apologize to the king, but the king didn't care at all, his attention was focused on the battle to round up the green dragon, and the movement of the elf made him even more alarmed, and he actually rushed towards the city wall where he was. Could it be that he was surrounded by heavy troops and carried a prisoner on his back? Still going all out to assassinate yourself?

In fact, Qinglong's idea is exactly the opposite of that of the king. He knew that there were enemy troops all around, and if he avoided the king's city and escaped from the prison through the gate from the wall on the left, he would be surrounded by a tidal wave of enemy troops on the way, and his dying thoughts greatly affected his movements, and he could not resist so many enemy troops, and he had to choose a route that would take him by surprise, and that was where the king was.

No matter what kind of calculations the king and the green dragon have. The soldiers below had already swarmed up. The sword light in Qinglong's hand flew, stabbing down the three guards who caught up in a row, taking advantage of the momentum to force the crowd back and continue to climb upward, head-on with a spear stabbed, Qinglong dodged, grabbed the spearhead and pulled it hard, not wanting the soldier to be quite powerful, the elf's strength was not enough to take his weapon, and the spear did not move at all. Seeing this, the soldier swung his spear vigorously. Trying to push down the green dragon with a thunderous momentum, the green dragon jumped up with all his might, jumped into the air with his strength, and cut off the spear body with a sword. The spearhead was thrown at a soldier in front of him, and the other party screamed, and the spearhead went in white and red out. Pierced through his chest and collapsed on the edge of the grand staircase. The green dragon landed steadily beside him. Continue to clash upwards against the swarming soldiers.

The closer you get to the tower, the denser the enemy. Qinglong felt like he was being blocked by an impenetrable solid human wall, and countless spears and sharp swords kept coming from his front and back directions. If this is not to be feared at all in peacetime, but now Si'er is on his back greatly restricting his movements, and he has to beware of weapons hurting Si'er's already scarred body, although the relatively narrow terrain makes it impossible for the enemy to form a ring encirclement, but the front and rear attacks still make it difficult for him to take care of each other, and gradually feel powerless.

A flying whirlwind, Qinglong once again repelled the soldiers who surrounded him, he was already out of breath, sweating on his back, taking advantage of the enemy's offensive momentum in the rear to pause and continue to clash upward, the thoughts on his body became heavier and heavier, pressing him like a mountain, and every step he climbed became difficult, and his physical strength was being exhausted little by little.

The crowd in front of him suddenly separated, and a person flashed out in front of him, Qinglong recognized him as one of the nine royal paladins yesterday, only to see that the other party quickly took an arrow and aimed at Qinglong. Qinglong sneered, rushed towards the bow and arrow on the side, and the arrow from the string flew towards Qinglong like a lightning speed, Qinglong did not dodge, grabbed the arrow in his hand, and threw it at the shooter with his backhand, the shooter was shocked, and turned sideways to let the arrow pass, Qinglong had already pounced in front of him, and slashed down with a sword in the head.

"Get out of the way!"

Qinglong's roar did not make the other party flinch, he saw the paladin like an enraged lion, rushing towards himself, the elven sword slashed towards his head with wind and rain, the other party subconsciously raised his left hand to block, but his right hand fiercely swung a punch, the sharp blade cut through the metal gauntlet, tore the skin, cut through the strong muscles, cut off the hard bones, the knight let out a heart-rending roar resounded through the sky, echoing over the palace, fell back weakly, the severed left arm flew into the air, blood gushed madly from the arteries, straight into the sky, and a bloody rain rained down on the stunned soldiers around them。

Qinglong half-knelt on the ground with his hands on the ground, turned around and forced back the enemy army behind who was about to take advantage of the momentum with a sword, and looked at the paladin in front of him panting, and the remaining blood on the sword slid down the sword body to the ground, leaving a pool of red blood. His left hand pressed to his chest, and the knight's heavy punch with a metal gauntlet was in the center, and if he hadn't stabilized his body with his hand and sword in time, he would have tumbled down the stairs. Now he only felt that his blood was surging, his throat was sweet, and he was desperately clenching his teeth to lower his blood pressure, and at such a time, he must not let people see the injury.

The paladin lay on the stairs not far in front of the green dragon and kept **, the ground around him was stained red with blood, and the soldiers surrounded him from afar, no one dared to approach, they were frightened by the terrifying sight.

"You...... Why don't you hide?" Qinglong swallowed the blood that poured up again, staring at the other party with regret.

The paladin's pale face struggled to squeeze out a smile, but it was immediately dispelled by the incomparably sharp pain, and he said in a weak but proud voice, "I...... Be...... Paladins, defenders of the kingdom, for ...... Honor, Paladin...... There is no way to be intimidated!" After saying that, he reciprocated with the last remaining smile after losing too much blood, and died.

Qinglong looked at the corpse, his heart was deeply shocked, he looked around at the people around him, and his chest ached faintly, even he couldn't say whether it was physical pain or psychological pain. He saw faces of fear and sorrow, many of them were in the prime of life, there must be wives and daughters in the family, there were elderly parents, they were undoubtedly the pillars of the family, and more were young people who looked like they were in their twenties, their faces were filled with fear and helplessness, many of them were stained with the blood of their companions, they had coagulated, these young people who were about the same age as Qinglong- The green dragon, who is over forty years old, has just become an adult elf ten years ago, and in terms of the life span of the elf of six or seven hundred years, he is just a young man who has just become an adult - they may have just left the arms of their parents and embarked on this battlefield of swords and swords, they may not have had time to taste the happiness of love, or they already have an infatuated girl who loves him, but today, they are going to die under his sword in silence! Behind the green dragon, a large number of corpses paved a path, and the soldiers avoided the corpses of their comrades, who might have been joking with each other and gulping wine just a few minutes ago, but now some of them have become lifeless corpses that will soon take everything they have with them and become the food of insects and ants.

"It can't be like this anymore...... Qinglong muttered, a sense of guilt coming over him.

He himself was already covered in bruises, his two arms were injured in many places in order to protect Si'er, his legs were also bloody, and the sharp pain in his chest made him almost unable to hold the long sword in his hand.

The king watched quietly, with a subtle tear in the corner of his eye, not knowing whether it was for the knight who died loyally or for the unyielding will of the elf. The nobles around him kept urging the soldiers to attack, but the soldiers stood numbly, and no one was willing to make the first move.

"Archers, call the archers!" shouted the nobleman to the officers beside him.

Qinglong knew that he couldn't delay any longer, as soon as the archery team came, he and Si'er would be buried here, he had an idea, pointed the long sword suddenly to the sky, and chanted the spell loudly, the elf sword full of magical energy suddenly released a dazzling light in the dark night, this light caused a commotion in the unprepared crowd, and the sudden dazzling bright light in the dark night has great damage to the eyes of human beings, which can cause temporary blindness, but it has no effect on the elves.

Qinglong seized the opportunity, jumped up with all his might, avoided the soldiers who collapsed to the ground with their eyes covered on the stairs along the way, and rushed straight to the prison wall, just stepping on the last step, the cold light flashed, Qinglong held his sword with both hands, and the fierce momentum of the other party made his knees weak, and his left leg couldn't help but fall to the ground.

Normally, Qinglong could easily avoid it with just one roll on his side, but at this moment, he couldn't do it. He clenched his teeth, his mouth full of teeth gurgling, and he struggled to burst out with a loud roar to push away his opponent, and used his sword to support his body from falling, the spell just now had exhausted his last energy, and at this moment his exhaustion and weakness were no less than the Si'er on his body, but his body was burdened with the responsibility of two lives, or even more lives, and the incomparable survival ** supported him, and he was still standing tenaciously.

The moonlight fell between the two, and Qinglong saw clearly, the person in front of him was the captain of the royal paladin who had been protecting the king in the palace chamber at the beginning, holding a huge two-handed sword in his hand, and the sharp blade shimmered in the moonlight with a cold and ruthless cold light. (To be continued......)