The streets in the distance were already lit up, and the sound of fighting should have awakened the sleeping residents of Coennas, but no one dared to come and take a look. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The faint sound of human voices and horses' hooves came from the direction of the palace, and from far and near, it became louder and louder, and it was not long before a neatly lined procession of knights appeared on the driveway along the Boer River.

The knights were so fast that in the blink of an eye they were at the scene of the fight, and the knight in front of him strangled his horse off the ground, and with a neighing sound, the knight turned over and dismounted, and ran towards the crowd by the riverbank.

"Brother, are you alright?!" was Richard's voice.

"It's okay!" Donner's voice still sounded neutral, not like he had just been through a vicious fight, "these are all assassins sent by Simmons from the Thorn Empire. ”

The term Assassin is supposed to be an elusive figure, and it is not a good word to describe the hundreds of corpses that littered the scene. However, their mission was indeed to assassinate Donner, but Simmons, the King of Thorns, also knew that Duke Vane could not be done by a few assassins, so he dispatched so many men at once.

The assassination plan was well arranged, not only avoiding the search of the Royal Knights of Femon, but also finding out Donner's whereabouts, and even clever enough to put the fatal blow in the second half of the night when ordinary people were not vigilant. However, no matter how clever the plan is, with the absolute disparity in strength, everything is in vain.

If Donner hadn't deliberately relived the old days with Mino and the others, the Assassins wouldn't have had any chance to shoot after firing the first round of arrows.

Somewhat ironically, King Simmons of the Thorn Empire has gone to great lengths to add a finale of interactive programming to the fifteenth anniversary party of the former Faimon Youth Reserve.

At this time, Richard came to him, and when he saw that everyone was indeed fine, he turned back and ordered the Knights to clean up the scene, and at the same time ordered a curfew for the whole city.

Because Minoan and Quisal were not wearing armor, they were both slightly injured in the battle just now, but fortunately, with their second-level knight physique, this small injury was not a major injury. They were laughing and walking back to the driveway with Donner and Wesley, only to hear the call "The Empress has arrived" at the end of the lane.

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In the middle of the same night, in the far north, in the Presbyterian of Yarman, Eliot tossed and turned all night and couldn't sleep, so he simply turned over and got up and practiced his sword under the stars.

His figure rose and fell on the lawn enclosed on all sides of the House of Elders, and gravity three times that of Middle-earth didn't seem to work on him at all.

A long sword was held up by him and countless sword flowers, glowing with a faint blue color in the starlight, like a blue enchantress blooming in the night, which can be breathtaking at any time.

The long sword is like a part of the body, as if the arm is extended, and the complex and gorgeous sword moves have long been integrated into the blood, and between swinging to the fullest, it is all driven by instinct, but tonight's sword moves ...... No, for the past few months, the long sword in his hand has never been able to do as he wants.

Elliot tried to get rid of the distracting thoughts and immersed all his mind in the sword intent, but the distractions grew stronger and clearer.

It was the scene of countless fires falling from the sky and the entire city collapsing. For months, Elliot felt as if he were in the scene when he recalled that glimpse of the image.

In that scene, there was no sound between heaven and earth, everything seemed to happen in pure silence, legs and the earth under their feet trembled at the same time, and the heat wave overturned in a sweeping manner.

All emotions receded like a tidal wave, and there was only one thought left, escape!

That's what Elliot did, and he fled desperately, with his hands and feet like a frightened bereavement dog. The desire to survive was as hot as the heat wave behind him, driving Eliot to run all the way until his eardrums swelled and thumped, and a loud rumbling sound returned to his side, replacing the deathly silence, until his nose was heavy and his nose smelled pungent burning, until his eyes and back were full of dust and he couldn't make out his direction.

For the first time, Elliot felt utter fear for the first time, and compared to what had happened that day, the wrath of the giant Jesse seemed to be just a breeze.

Elliot could no longer remember how he had come out of the haze, and for about two whole days he wandered like a lonely ghost in the wasteland after God's punishment. From that moment on, a corner of his courage was missing, as if it had been lost forever in that monstrous crater.

Even if he pretended to be strong, seized the dominance of Yarman City, ordered the army to be forcibly extorted, and even more brutal than the giant Jesse had done, he could not put the broken heart of courage back together.

Under the stars, Elliot rose high like a lone crane, then pointed his sword at the earth and fell straight down. After a bang, the lawn on the ground was torn out of a large pit several meters in diameter, and beside the pit, Eliot supported the ground with his sword, panting heavily, sweat running down his close-fitting armor, as cold as the frost of this winter night.

"Your knightly path is over......"

A hoarse voice rang in Eliot's ears, startling him to take three or four steps back to one side.

"Who are you?" Elliot's voice trembled unconsciously, not only because the other person appeared unexpectedly, but also because the man broke the truth.

That's right, Elliot's knighthood path has come to an end, from the day he was frightened by divine punishment, his fighting spirit cultivation will not improve an inch, and it is difficult to say whether he can still maintain the strength of a level 12 knight in the future.

In the direction of Elliot's gaze, a tall figure slowly emerged from the darkness. The man's entire face seemed to have been crumpled and put back together, and his hands hanging at his sides were strangely twisted.

Elliot had never seen such a person, but at this moment, the faint momentum exuded from the other party's body and the height that was different from ordinary people proved the identity of the person in front of him.

"City, Lord of the City......" Elliot slowly bent down and fell to his knees on one leg reverently, "I thought...... I'll never see you again......"

He has been following the giant Jesse for more than a hundred and sixty years, but this moment of emotion seems to be more sincere than ever, whether it is because he has experienced the separation between life and death, or it may simply be because after losing the heart of a knight, he needs an idol to support him more to survive.

The strange man walked slowly up to Elliot, and the night owl's voice sounded again: "Unexpected...... I'm full of elites...... There's only one piece of waste left ......."

Elliot buried his head deeply, not daring to make a sound.

"Even if it's a dog, you should know who bit its owner......" The strange man's voice didn't carry much emotion, as if he had seen through everything.

"Lord of the City......" Elliot raised his head slightly in a trance, "That's, that's not ...... Is it divine punishment?"

As soon as his words came out, he felt empty in his hands, and only a bang could be heard in his ears, and the ground in front of him had been split into a crack more than ten meters long, which was cut by the strange man with Eliot's long sword.

"Those red cloths that guide the black spots in the sky stretch all the way to the Huls Continent!" the strange man pointed in the direction of the crack in the ground and said sharply, "Tell me, which blind god needs someone to show him a way out?!"

"You mean......" Elliot's eyes widened in astonishment, "those dwarves?"

"Shorty...... No, not a dwarf," the weirdo shook his head, "it's our ...... that we have been underestimating a person" (to be continued.) )