(From ꔷ Lost Midnight)

1. The tavern has always been the night pearl of the town.

It was an inextinguishable light that ran through the lobby and the bustle together;

From time to time, it circulates in the wine glass, blending with the sparkling red wine. Shane Minette drank down the full glass, drawing a round of applause.

As the leader of the well-known mercenary "Midnight Slasher" in the Xingli Continent, he frequently visits the tavern and is already a frequent visitor.

Every night, I get to know the heroes and heroes through the drinking party, and by the way, I lay down the line of eyes and explore clues to pursue the prey.

"Some people used to call us 'the king's lackeys,' and of course they are now in the dirt......"

Shane gestured with his thumb to the red greatsword he was carrying behind him.

No one dared to touch it, so they could only try to stay away and cast adoring glances.

At the moment, he is using his past experiences as a talking point to talk to the people around him.

The Midnight Striker is a mercenary in nature, and is the only bounty hunter organization on the mainland where several members work together.

But when it comes to detailed sources, no one knows. Outsiders have only heard of the name;

Experts who are familiar with the inside of the continent only know a little about this mercenary army and the supreme ruler of the Xingli Continent-

The Sun King, Augusten, was close-knit and often collaborated underground. The Midnight Strike is terrifying, and a bloody slaughter is bound to take place wherever it appears.

Still, they didn't make any move tonight – rather, they were waiting for the time to close the net. The net has been sown, and it is a net of heaven and earth;

The dark arrow has been wound, aiming at the target.

In short, tonight was calm, but it was a sign of a storm.

The boister of the reception bespoke everything, including the footsteps of guests visiting the tavern in the middle of the night.

Shane glanced in the direction of the door. As soon as the guests entered the door, they took off their coats to protect against the night cold and hung them on the wall, wearing only dark vests;

The appearance of a pair of sturdy arms covered with old sword wounds was simply terrifying. His eyes were as sharp as a viper, as if he could shoot anyone he watched.

But at the moment, his attention was only on hanging his clothes, ignoring the strange gazes around him.

He then picked up with a cold attitude what Shane had said earlier: "The king's lackey...... Hmph, how many people are not even qualified to be the king's lackeys, and they have to flatter and kneel and lick the throne in order to get the light of the corona. ”

The noise suddenly fell. He spoke like a thorn.

After hearing this, Shane laughed dryly, ignoring others, and unscrupulously continued the words of his colleagues: "Didn't the hundred or so people on the night of the "Feast of Heroes" come for the opportunity to kneel and lick the throne? You're right? ”

"Shane, aren't you one of them?" The man with wounded arms came over, sat down next to Shane, and instructed the boss, "Bloodtwilight." ”

Still the same, Shane confirmed his colleagues. Cold and black are the characteristics of his "Continuation Blade". The midnight envoys do not call each other by name, only by nickname.

Incidentally, Shane's nickname is "Red Blade", due to his long red hair and the red greatsword he carries.

The warmth of the tavern will be washed away without a trace as long as there is a continuous blade.

At the same time, he is the shadow under the glittering light, which will make people creepy. The wounds on his arms were his record, and the battle came from the two short knives at his waist, the blades of which were dark red, and he didn't know how many throats he had licked blood—

Fortunately, it was tightly wrapped in a leather sheath at the moment.

If Redblade calls himself a great sword warrior on the front line, Continuation Blade is the Twin Blade Killer of the Night, and his third colleague, Thin Blade, is an expert at scheming and counter-intrigue.

"Red Blade" Shane Minette listened to the noise around him and explained in a low voice to his colleagues:

"I was forced to go it alone. The king had only ordered me to be alone at the banquet. But I never thought that guy would cause a big avalanche, which would make me completely useless, and I ended up running for nothing. This is the first time in the history of our midnight slash that it has been tarnished. ”

Although there were still doubts, Continuation Blade didn't bother to ask any further, and silently solved the bright red cocktail "Blood Twilight" in front of him.

After that, he replied, "Even though you are the boss, there is no next time." If it's dirty or something, wash it off quickly. ”

The Continuation Blade hints at completing the mission in a hurry.

The taste of liquor rippled in his throat, and his double blades at the moment were also in desperate need of blood.

"Do you dare not obey the king's commands? However, the pursuit in the future is completely free for us...... Then again, where's the thin blade? ”

The Continuation Blade gestured out the window with his eyes, and then stared at the second cup of "Blood Twilight" that was brought to him.

"I see. Is it because you are afraid of being molested by men? With that, Redblade grabbed the squire who passed by, and began to pull her blouse despite her screams.

Then he felt that he could not get enough of it, and forced the wine in his hand into her mouth, and then lifted her up. The Continuation Blade is indifferent to this, and makes it a habit to put it out of play.

The red-bladed red sword was inadvertently struck by the waitress wielding her hands and feet, and in a fit of rage, he threw the man at the wine table a few meters away. There was a loud noise in the tavern.

"Who told you to use my sword?"

Continuing Blade glanced at his colleague. The Red Blade seemed to be really angry, and saw that the people at the table were all carrying their blades and surrounding them. The boss was afraid that the Red Blade would start a fight in the tavern, and he persuaded the guests in a good voice.

He hasn't changed, he thinks so, he's always hated when people touch his greatsword. Once, he fought with his colleagues over this, and of course Red Blade also eliminated his colleagues.

The boss volunteered to give back a table of food and wine to the group, and instructed his subordinates to prepare a separate living room on the second floor for them to use for the night.

The owner's skill in persuading customers is superb, and he is worthy of being a Taoist who has run a tavern for many years. At this point, a dispute was completely resolved. The tavern has regained its atmosphere.

Continuing Blade spotted someone taking advantage of the chaos to come in.

It turned out to be another colleague, so he reminded Red Blade: "Thin Blade is back, and it seems that he has found some movement." ”

Red Blade walked over and pulled the injured woman into his arms, and whispered, "I may come back late tonight, remember to wait for me on the bed, you owe training." ”

Then he ordered his subordinates to carry him upstairs.

She was powerless to push and was forcibly taken away.

The tavern was rarely visited by women, let alone at midnight. As a result, the woman in purple attracted many curious glances as soon as she entered the door.

Her face was expressionless, like a mask—but even if it was, it felt like it had been carefully carved.

By the time they had this idea and missed their eyes, the purple shadow had already drifted behind the other two "Midnight Slashers" colleagues.

The three main members of the Midnight Slash have finally assembled.

Thin Blade glanced at the two colleagues, especially staring at the boss for a while. The boss always likes to quarrel with others over trivial things, and everyone knows it.

Although the thin blade was a little dissatisfied, he didn't write his emotions on his face.

Instead, he said in a calm tone, as if making a report: "According to the news of the demon, the prey has moved. ”

After hearing this, he took the lead in getting up, looking like he had expected it a long time ago.

He took back his coat and put it on, saying coldly, "The stain on this midnight slash must be washed off as soon as possible." ”

Thin Blade knew what his words meant.

The Red Blade failed to stop the Filsa of the Polar Ice from causing trouble during the Heroic Feast, resulting in the loss of the Wind Vortex Stone, which made King Augusten furious.

Fortunately, the king did not blame him, otherwise the name of the "Midnight Messenger" and its members would have been left with only legends in the future.

Red Blade didn't say a word, reached out and stroked the hilt of the sword behind his back, and drew the blade, revealing a bright red edge.

Red Blade stared meaningfully at the sword of love in his hand.

Seeing that someone had unsheathed their blades, the tavern suddenly fell silent, thinking that something unpleasant would happen again.

Redblade doesn't care about everything around him, his attention is only on his sword. "Our prey has fallen into its own trap. The two of us want to meet the guy who can make a big avalanche, right? ”

The red blade whispers, as if to a lover. The surroundings held their breath, fearing this red-haired young man who was sometimes angry and sometimes ambiguous.

As for his colleagues, they had long been accustomed to the strange behavior of the Red Blades, and they had already packed up and prepared to go.

The three of them left together. Soon, the sound of horses' hooves outside the tavern rang out for a long time.

2. This is the fifth night of Felsea's journey to recapture the Wind Vortex Stone and set off in search of the "miracle".

The so-called miracle refers to the forbidden secret art that can resurrect a dead companion.

Before the "Feast of the Heroes", Filsa met the most famous crystallizer in the mainland, Yug Huckleberry, a magician who specializes in making dolls out of crystallized silk.

The latter promised to help him resurrect his companion and made a pact. Until the goal is achieved, stand on the same front for the time being. There was also a girl with blonde hair and black clothes, Jielu ꔷ Snow.

Looking at the map, the three of them have been heading north, not knowing where their destination is. However, it is speculated that it is related to the ritual of resurrection mysticism.

That's all the information the monitors have learned. The eyes of the shadows were watching them all the time.

Yug walked at the forefront, recognizing the way, and inwardly estimated that it would take about another quarter of an hour to reach the resting place.

Jerro had been holding Firsa all the time, though the latter had walked faster. Although he could not see the road, his steps were as steady and steady as a normal person walking on the road in the daytime.

He wore a cloak and a hood covering his face to prevent him from being recognized. After all, in the Xingli Continent, there are really not many travelers walking around wearing blindfolds.

Even at night, the three of them did not dare to walk on the avenue openly, so they could only follow the path. At this moment, they were in the secluded jungle, groping for the direction of progress, fortunately the leader had a good sense of direction, and there were not many cases of getting lost, until this moment they were about to get out of the forest.

The journey was still a long way from the actual end, and they didn't want to run into unnecessary trouble.

Along the way, they didn't say much, but they had already formed a tacit understanding. Yug looked into the distance, and when he finally spotted a useful sign, he realized that his rest was not far away, and he thought that he could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

So he said to himself with great interest: "Fortunately, I didn't get lost." Let's spend the night tonight in the capital of Wommembele. ”

"The Capital of Time?" As if he hadn't spoken for a long time, Filsa opened his mouth a little hoarsely.

He recognized the place and remembered the past. This resting place is a familiar place that has been visited in the past. Still, it's been a long time since I traveled.

"That's right. This is an ancient capital with a long history, and there are many people of all kinds gathered, even travelers from outside the mainland.

Although it is mixed, it is very suitable for hiding, and it is not impossible to recuperate quietly. The king doesn't dare to mess around here, and the Knights of the Throne can't control it. Yug muttered to himself, his pace quickening.

"Take a break and heal your injuries." Although Jielu was persuasive, her tone was a little tough.

After all, after three days of travel, no one had a good rest, not to mention the injured. Since Filsa escaped from the "Feast of Heroes", he has only bandaged his wounds briefly, and it is estimated that only he knows the severity of his injuries. However, she can also feel the anxiety in her companion's heart, so she has some contradictions in her heart.

When you enter the city, the surrounding area is lit up, which is far from the previous wilderness. The time of the capital of Wommembele was built on sandy ground.

Filsa also perceives the atmosphere of travelers, local and foreign; Inside the continent, outside the continent; Human, half-human, and even humanoids of unknown origin.

Most of the breath of life has entered a state of sleep and stability, and of course there are also spirits.

He was accustomed to years of darkness, and he exercised not to rely on his eyes, but only relied on his weak magic perception to judge the outside world, and he was several times sharper than ordinary people.

According to him, the perception of magic is like invisible tentacles scattered around the place, groping around in place of his hands, so that he can move normally without the help of his eyes.

However, the imperfections are also obvious - even the tentacles cannot touch the color of the object. So, his world is still dark.

Every time I hear such an explanation, Jielu can't help but be a little frightened.

However, looking at Firsa with a self-deprecating joke, it seems that he doesn't care too much about losing his vision.

It's hard to be optimistic. In the Xingli Continent, how many warriors have been disabled by the war. Some have lost their right hands, some have lost their legs, some have lost their eyes like Felsea, and some have lost the skills they have studied all their lives;

Most of them are depressed and even give up their lives.

The three of them went straight to the hotel. In the lobby of the hotel, due to the lack of people late at night, it is rare to have a quiet atmosphere, and there are many empty tables, but the attendants are still working.

As soon as Yug sat down, he got up again and walked over to the counter to chat with the boss. After a few words, the two became acquainted.

This is also one of his specialties, he can quickly get acquainted with strangers, even if it is not for clues, but also for the wide spread of contacts, and when he is in trouble, he can have a response.

Although Yug was younger than Felsa, he had traveled no less places than he did, and he must have made more friends than he did.

Yug would be a very helpful companion.

That's exactly what Jielu thought, and then her eyes turned to Filsa in front of her. He had flipped over his hood, revealing the blindfold.

The people around him didn't seem to care about this.

The mixed time of Woomin Baylor has long been full of strange people.

I wonder if anyone will know Firsa? Whether you know it or not, each person is doing their own thing.

She just kept staring at her companion, and Filsa seemed unaware of it. He couldn't see it anyway, she thought to herself a little mischievously.

She was about to ask how the injury was, but Yug had already finished small talk with his boss and returned to his seat, bringing him three cups of hot tea.

As soon as he sat down, he said: "Although the "accident" of the feast of heroes has spread all over the continent. But no one seems to be interested in you here. Now you can recuperate. I'm going to start preparing things for you, too. Speaking of which......"

Yug suddenly lowered his voice, and the following words could only be heard by the three people at the table: "I boldly asked the boss if he had heard of the forbidden technique of resurrecting the dead. When he heard this, his face changed, and he concluded that the dead could not be resurrected unless they became monsters. ”

"Of course." Filsa replied without hesitation.

"I also carefully asked the boss what he knew about the Wind Vortex Stone to capture the Wind Vortex Stone, and it turned out that he, like ordinary people, thought that you purely wanted to regain the power of the Wind Vortex."

"Good." Filsa put down the teacup.

"This shows that even the well-informed intelligence expert innkeeper doesn't know what you and I want to do! But don't be careless, there will always be smart people. ”

Yuge's words were slightly sarcastic, but there was no malice, but they brought peace of mind to the other two.

Felsa had been silent, and Jielu herself was not very talkative.

"I guess someone on Augusten's side has already guessed and started to stop us." Filsa lowered his head and picked up the teacup again, moving as unhindered as a normal person.

Although Yug knew him well, he still had some strange thoughts. After all, most blind people do things by groping.

He replied to Firsa's words: "Fortunately, the people here don't seem to be interested in you, nor in your warrant, nor in what you want to do.

That's a great thing. It is true that the king's men have begun to devise plans to thwart us, but where even King Augustus did not dare to mess around, what power did the king's men have? So, put your mind at ease for now. ”

Filsa was silent for a while, seeing that Jielu hadn't spoken for a long time, probably because she was distracted by the conversation between the two?

All in all, it was necessary for the companion to understand and understand the future trip, so he began to explain: "The 'miracle' we are looking for does not refer to the traditional resurrection forbidden technique. It's impossible to raise the dead completely, I know that. As for what I'm asking for Yog, ......"

Jero immediately understood: Yug was a crystallization puppeteer, and Firsa wanted to resurrect the soul of his companion Shirley, through the body of a puppet.

She carefully voiced her guess, and Filsa gave a rare smile. Yug also nodded silently, indicating that it was correct.

Felsa went on to explain that this method was theoretically feasible and that he had all the things he needed:

The Wind Vortex that locks Shirley's complete soul, and the finest quality dolls—in this regard, Yug promises to do his best.

"This is not a real resurrection, you must know that."

He nodded heavily. The so-called "resurrection" was originally to infuse Shirley's soul and magic back into the body of the deceased.

The "resurrection technique" that Filsa intends to carry out is to infuse the soul of the deceased and its magic into a new body, the puppet.

Originally, the soul of a person must return to heaven after death, but the king coveted the power of the wind vortex, so he imprisoned the soul of the snow with the technique of soul grabbing, which instead created an opportunity for it to be resurrected and revived.

At this time, Yuge's expression suddenly became serious: "Before that, I had to tell you the truth. I've tried this method and it failed. ”

These words startled Jielu, and it was at this time of hope. But it is also necessary to recognize the brutal truth.

Yug said it so simply that one wondered what was going on in his mind, pouring cold water on him while assisting Filsa in the impossible.

"I've been thinking about the reasons for the failure...... I think I was ...... earlier Should be...... The problem of incomplete souls. But you have the Wind Vortex Stone in there, so ...... It can be said that there is no need to worry too much, there will be a success rate. ”

When Yug mentions his experience, he hesitates, as if it is some unspeakable past.

Filsa changed the subject: "In fact...... The power of the Wind Vortex seems to be waning. So...... I don't want to waste time, I want to do it as soon as possible, so, please. ”

Yug nodded, and said yes again.

"Even so—" Jielu suddenly spoke, her tone a little stiff, as if she had been accumulating her courage for a long time, "Even so, your injuries ...... You can't be careless......"

"I don't care, really."

"I know...... But...... At least tonight, get a good rest. Let me take care of your injuries. Too much rush a few days ago and only a simple bandaging was done to you. ”

Listening to the girl's stammering, Yug couldn't help but burst out laughing, thinking that it wasn't a confession, why was he so nervous. It should be due to her personality, and she doesn't usually talk much, so she is a bit of a student.

The companion smiled lightly, "That'...... Over to you. ”

It's already midnight. Jielu waited a long time for a first aid kit from the attendant.

As soon as it is opened, the drug bandage is complete. She thanked her attendant and returned to her room, only to find Yug out again, leaving Filsa alone at the table, rarely taking off her blindfold and covering her eyes with her hands, with a strange expression.

"You...... Does it hurt? ”

Filsa did hear it, but didn't answer directly, "It's like this every day, it's okay." ”

Has he been living like this every day since that time? Every time she thought about it, she felt a little scary.

She could only watch as she had to endure such torture every day, unable to help or share, and now she could only try her best to deal with the external injuries on his body.

"Take a break. I'll take care of your wound one more time. Take a good rest. ”

Filsa nodded. He took off his coat. The worst wound on his body was on his left shoulder, where he had a burning wound that was not caused by flames, but by Augusten's photon explosion.

Due to the poor treatment in the previous few days, coupled with the long-distance travel, the wound showed a festering phenomenon.

Because he is left-handed, having an injury here will definitely affect the sword. In fact, she should have noticed it a long time ago.

But I guess Filsa himself doesn't know how scary this injury is.

The detergent disinfects it, applies the medicated treatment, and finally carefully bandages it.

"There's the breath of fire." When Filsa was at ease with her companion's hands, she suddenly said something that made her think she had hurt him: "What? Does it hurt? ”

"No, no, I mean, there's a fire burning outside. It should be the fire dance party in the central square, which is a very old custom here. Been here before, so know. ”

Jielu let out an "oh" and breathed a sigh of relief. At this point, the wound has basically been treated.

"You're here with Sister Shirley, right?"

"That's right. I remember that at that time, Shirley was killed because she looked like Prissia, who was called the "Wind Vortex Enchantress" in ancient times.

Some people say that she is the reincarnation of the enchantress Prissia. I don't know what the truth is, but Prissa is indeed the one who held the power of the wind vortex in the previous generation. ”

"What are the facts?"

"I don't know, she doesn't want to say, and I don't dare to ask more. Later, you can ask her and find out! ”

Filsa was a rare teaser.

He then put on the coat that Jielu had brought and checked the important contents of the bag. Then he walked to the window, feeling the breath of the fire outside, as best he could.

Jielu couldn't smell the "breath of fire" in his mouth, and she looked at him and followed to the window, poking her head out to look at the light of the central square.

He was right, there was a large crowd gathered around a fire, a bit like the ancient foreign bonfire dance. It's a strange sight like this to be seen in a town. Residents prefer to hold celebrations in the town rather than in the suburbs.

"I'll tell you about the anecdotes you two encountered during your travels."

"I'm not very good at telling stories. She spoke more eloquently. ”

Jerry chuckled softly. "Have a good talk to her. It shouldn't have changed, right? ”

Filsa was silent for a moment, not answering. Shirley's appearance depends on the doll, and the appearance of the doll depends on Yug's skills, and Yug also needs Firsa to carve the doll's body and face himself based on memory.

In this way, Shirley should be the same as she was a few years ago, and she will probably continue to live like this in the future.

"Anyway, I haven't seen you for a few years, and I don't remember you very well, it's a pity."

The companion changed the subject so quickly, and no one knew what he was thinking. Out of nowhere, Jielu grabbed his hand and held it up, slowly approaching her face. "You can try ......"

Touching your face is not a very normal act between people of the opposite sex. However, the degree of familiarity between the two may not be described as normal.

Jielu's poor companion couldn't see herself—even if she were to explain it to others on the basis of such facts, it would be unconvincing.

Neither of them could describe this natural and unnatural feeling.

The atmosphere was inexplicably ambiguous. The lighting is soft.

Just as the two of them fell silent and stopped chatting, there was three knocks on the door, which frightened the two of them immediately.

Yug strode through the door with a gloomy face, and when he saw that the two of them looked a little nervous, he immediately guessed some clues.

However, he didn't have time to care and make too much of a joke, but said seriously: "Although it's not very embarrassing to take the liberty of bothering you two to cheat, but the situation is not good." ”

"What's going on?" Filsa returned to his old cold expression, and thought to himself, the Knights of the Throne should not ......

Until he also sensed the breath of magic. I was too careless before, and I let my guard down, ignoring the danger of sudden gathering outside the window. "In the middle of the night, the breath of a sword is approaching. And the sound of horses' hooves. The goal is obvious. ”

"Wait...... It's also possible that their target isn't you. As Yug said, it's a mixed bag. Maybe it's not you who are seeking revenge. Jielu advised him to calm down and analyze carefully.

Filsa had already decided: "I remember these breaths, I have dealt with them before when you were not around. At the feast of the heroes, one of them was there. Probably not wrong. ”

He also briefly added a few facts about the enemy.

They are mercenaries known as the "Midnight Slashers".

True to its name, an animal that excels at midnight action - for a moment, Yug wanted to tease, but now he was not in the mood for it, so he nodded quickly in understanding.

"I wasn't sure before. But now that Filsa is so sure, you shouldn't be wrong. It's not too late, let's get out of here. ”

Yug led them down another corridor, thankfully he had asked the others where the emergency escape route was.

As he went downstairs, he explained that he had been careless before, and he had never imagined that King Augusten would not use his own soldiers, the Knights of the Throne, but instead sent mercenaries to pursue him.

Indeed, in this way, it is difficult to blame King Augusten. The king is not the only one who wants the head of Firsa and the Wind Vortex Stone.

The three of them walked to the basement. Filsa felt the killing intent getting closer. Jielu checked the saber at her waist so that it could be unsheathed at any time.

Yug made a plan: "There are a lot of mercenaries, and they are not small characters. Later, I will go out of the city gate to the north, which is also a forest road. We're going to flee in three directions......"

"Why?" When Jielu heard that she was going to split up, she couldn't help but be worried.

If you let Filsa go it alone, he'll mess around. The injuries he was carrying at the moment were proof.

"To deceive their eyes. Before dawn, you must meet in the cave where you have been staying. In case there is an accident and none of us show up after a moment of dawn, don't waste any more time lingering in the same place, leave immediately, and change the meeting place to my hometown, Amethyst Town.

Although the road is a bit long, this is the only way to do it for safety and to get rid of the enemy. The other party is an experienced retriever, so you should not take it lightly. ”

If she couldn't let her companions recuperate, she had to start fleeing, and Jielu felt a little regretful. The three of them just came here and took a quick look.

"I would advise against acting in a triumvirate. This can be very detrimental to one of them. I don't want to lose a companion. Felsa said, looking up and showing his determination.

3. Thin Blade came out of the hotel and shook his head.

"I should have escaped from the north gate of the city!"

Knowing that its prey had escaped, MIDNIGHT STRIKE immediately rode in pursuit.

Thin Blade also ordered several other subordinates to pursue the direction of the south gate at the same time.

In a moment, a team led by the Continuation Blade quickly passed through the northern exit of the Time Capital.

The sound of horses' hooves broke through the silence of the town. The Red Blade followed, hiding at the back of the line.

The Midnight Slasher came and went without a trace, crossing the city in a short period of time, leaving only billowing dust in its wake.

There is only one stone road connecting the northern part of Shidu, and the prey must have just left, and the Continuation Blade Horse will definitely be able to catch up in a short time.

In terms of mobility, he is the best in the organization, as the boss Red Blade has personally admitted. There is jungle on both sides of the stone paving road, and it is difficult to see the human figure clearly, so it is necessary to search carefully.

Soon, they spotted the prey that was escaping for its life in front of them. It is not very clear to see by the light of the fire at night, but the three people whose prey is the target are indeed correct.

As the distance approached, the Continuation Blade reaffirmed this.

The leader of the cavalry quickly caught up and surrounded him.

At this time, the Red Blade had also rushed from the end of the queue to the front.

"No wonder you are so kind-faced, it turns out that you are really the internal response on the night of the feast of heroes?"

The red blade crosses the prey. The midnight slashing column was already surrounded by front and back.

He stopped his horse in front of the young man in the felt hat, Yug, and looked down at him.

Yug didn't look at each other directly or say anything, but took a few steps back until he was shoulder to shoulder with his companion behind him.

Ready for battle, the Continuation Blade drew the double short knife at his waist.

There were three prey - a blonde girl in black, a white-haired young man with an eye patch, and a young man in a felt hat who had never been seen before.

The most dangerous of these is certainly Filsa's infallibility. Despite his blindness, he was surprisingly agile in his movements.

Although he had not witnessed the battle on the night of the feast, it was only known that he was able to recapture the Wind Vortex Stone from King Augusten's hands at the feast where the heroes gathered, and it was surmised that his strength was not to be underestimated.

I saw Filsa take out the steel sword under the cloak, and without raising his head, he pointed at the red blade of the confrontation.

The blonde girl also drew her sword and prepared to fight. The prey began to struggle, slashing inside the tightening net at midnight.

Filsa took a step and was about to exert force under his feet, trying to break out of the net at breakneck speed. However, as he took the first step, his attention was focused on the front, completely ignoring the secret attack from behind.

A dark arrow shot out of the encirclement net and hit Filsa in the left shoulder. The arrow almost pierced the wound, and he fell to the ground from losing his balance. The three of them could not be aware of this sneak attack, let alone take precautions.

Fierce battles are therefore on the verge of breaking out. Thin Blade saw that Jielu reached to her waist and made a gesture of drawing her knife. So he jumped off his horse and struck up in a very similar pose. From this, it can be seen that both of them are swordsmen of the East.

In the intervening moment, Yug did not move his hands, but helped the wounded man. The injured man was no longer moving, and was presumably seriously injured and unconscious.

The thin blade is very close to Jielu, almost less than a meter, and whoever strikes first can kill the opponent first.

However, at this moment, both of them were measuring each other's tricks. Jielu stared at the knife on her left waist, waiting for it to unsheath before intercepting it;

But the thin blade was staring at Jielu's eyes, waiting for her to have murderous intent.

The thin blade caught the opponent's eyes change, and in the next moment, Jielu lost patience and took the lead in the blade, and the half-moonlight arc from the bottom up only cut off a few strands of the opponent's sideburns.

The thin blade dodged the slash unharmed, and Jielu lost the attack. The broken hair fluttering in the air had not yet hit the ground, and the thin blade also swung a sharp knife at Jielu's lower abdomen.

Jielu turned the knife back to defense, but was still hit hard, the blade was broken, and the deadly light flashed in front of her eyes.

After a gust of wind, Redblade heard the sound of the thin blade closing its scabbard. The girl in black fell to the ground with serious injuries. If he was hit at such a close distance, he must have died a long time ago. However, the strange thing is -

"No bleeding? How can it be? "It was only after the thin blade was drawn out, the knife was closed, and the sheath was closed in one go that I had time to discover the matter.

The girl had fallen to the ground as a corpse, unable to move, and the breath of life was no longer there. The saber snapped and fell aside.

Thinblade continued to be suspicious, until suddenly the neighing of a horse beside him interrupted his train of thought.

Turning back, he saw Redblade driving his horse, quickly breaking away from the encirclement, galloping in the other direction without looking back, leaving behind the prey he was about to confront - Yog.

It dawned on her that she remembered who the young man in the felt hat really was: "Xingli's most famous crystallized puppeteer, known as the Death Glass, Yog...... Huckleberry! ”

The moment the question was clarified, the "prey" in front of him also returned to its original form - the bodies of the three puppets began to melt and fade, as if they had lost their support, and turned back into a mess of silk threads.

4. The real Filsa was running alone in the jungle at this time, bypassing the city of Woommbelle, in the direction of another forest where he was scheduled to meet with his companions.

At night, the color of the cloak is not easily spotted in the forest.

But he heard the sound of horses' hooves approaching.

Unexpectedly, the puppet's trick was discovered in such a short period of time, but it finally bought enough time for Jielu and Yug to escape.

The three puppets released by Yug "swaggered" out of the north gate of the city, leading most of the midnight envoys out of the stone road north of Shidu, and walked farther and farther.

At this time, the three of Filsa were still staying in the city.

However, at the time, Yug was worried that the puppet's tricks would be easy to see, and the Midnight Slasher was an experienced and excellent group of hounds.

Filsa decided to separate from the two of them and let them flee with the Wind Vortex Stone first. If they find out, they will chase Filsa as soon as possible, not the other two.

Presumably, the two of them are waiting for them at the predetermined place now.

However, the enemy seems to be more difficult than expected.

"I almost got scammed by you. I remembered that you, a blind man, acted like a person without an eye patch, and launched madness even more violently than ordinary people. ”

The provocative voice of the Red Blade echoed all around, startling the crows perched on the branches. The sound of horses' hooves was getting closer and closer, as if they were coming from the crow's wings, and the sound of branches and leaves breaking and the whirring night wind, and the howling of wolves in the distance seemed to be audible.

There was only one person coming, and he was rapidly approaching. Filsa has a keen sense of hearing and can accurately distinguish the details. Unable to outrun on four legs, Filsa slowed down.

"You've been blind for so many years, and your perception has long been trained to be extremely sensitive. Dark arrows won't hurt you at all. Right? It's rare that I have some appreciation for you! ”

Even if you don't rely on hearing, you can clearly detect the strong demonic breath of the enemy just by using magic alone. Filsa came to a spacious place in the jungle with sparse trees.

It seems to be the best battlefield for a duel between the two.

He stopped, knowing that sooner or later he would have to face the inevitable battle.

The moon in the sky has begun to dim. The night is coming to an end. Redblade crossed Filsa, stopped the horse in front of him, and looked down at him with a sense of contempt. The red-bladed horse is neighing incessantly to demonstrate to the enemy.

"The King's lackey." Filsa didn't back down, bowing his head slightly to feel the murderous aura in front of him.

The brilliance of magic flashed from the grip-like hands, condensing an ice sword that was half as long as a normal steel sword.

Hearing this title, Redblade snorted and laughed twice. "All those who said this are now in the dirt."

Redblade draws his red greatsword from behind him, driving his horse to the right of the enemy to avoid his incoming sword.

"It seems that your companion left you alone and fled? It's pathetic. ”

"You'll find out when you find them."

"I don't care what you do, and I don't know what kind of story you have behind it, as long as you obediently hand over the Wind Vortex Stone, the king will let you enjoy the same treatment as a hero, and we will also take back the net to catch the prey."

"Let's grab it."

Filsa had already unleashed a strong breath of ice, and the ice sword flashed in the dark night. The two sides are about to face off.

But the Red Blade still didn't see the other party using the power of the Wind Vortex. Previously, when he faced off with King Augusten, he unleashed a strong swirling wind curtain to disturb the enemy before he could make a move. Could it be ......

"What? I see! "It's strange that Red Blade thinks that Filsa will always carry the Wind Vortex Stone, which he considers precious, with him.

No, it's not surprising, Red Blade Dawu, this is a transfer plan, everyone thinks that the Wind Vortex Stone is on Filsa.

"What a naivety! What you think is a treasure is entrusted to someone else for safekeeping. Aren't you afraid of being betrayed by your companions? Is it the blonde girl, or the young crystallizer? Perhaps one of them was one of the king's subordinates. ”

The Red Blade defied his enemies, his words distinctly provocative.

"The Midnight Envoy is really talkative. Could it be that you usually waste more time with your words than with your sword? ”

"I'm just stating the facts."

Redblade is on his horse and is about to attack. However, before that, Filsa made an unexpected forward charge, swinging his long sword and slashing the horse's forefoot away.

After a mournful roar of the horse, blood stained the ground red. Redblade quickly jumped away from the horse before it knelt forward.

Otherwise, the enemy's next sword will be aimed at his head, and if he is too late, he will surely die. The Red Blade moves to the right, calculating the enemy's dead spots.

In the dark, it is more advantageous to be blind, and besides, the enemy is still a blind man whose sword skills are not inferior to anyone's.

The ice blade it wields looks sharper than a normal steel blade, shining with the breath of ice. The master did not hesitate to swing his sword. The previous puppets are really shoddy compared to the real people of the present.

Filsa engages in hand-to-hand sword combat with Redblade. Redblade was unexpected, swinging at a speed comparable to his. The sword exchange between the two is dazzling.

It was as if the Red Blade was not holding a giant sword, but a light one-handed sword.

Filsa was able to determine the details of the enemy's weapons based on the feel of the firearms, the type of Breath, and the extent to which the swing of the blade disrupted the flow of air.

It was a strange greatsword with a demonic breath as strong as a human, not made of steel, so it weighed meso, the blade was about a meter and thirty centimeters long, and the color could not be determined, but according to the demonic aura, it could be black or red - in fact, the color did not matter to Firsa.

Although Red Blade and Firsa were temporarily indistinguishable in terms of sword skills, they were secretly amazed by his agility.

It seems that Filsa's eyes don't grow on his face, but on all sides.

I thought that I could suppress the opponent with the light and sharp advantages of the red giant sword "Blood Love", but I didn't expect that it would not have the upper hand until dozens of sword exchanges.

Each swift and powerful blow, whether it is a forward, oblique or horizontal slash, all misses.

The battle situation tells the Red Blade that if he wants to defeat the opponent in front of him, he will have to use his true strength.

But there was a reason why he couldn't use the magic contained in the red greatsword at will.

Redblade took a few steps back, a safe distance, distracting himself from his greatsword.

"I can't just let you out. But the situation ......"

Redblade muttered to himself as if he were talking to a human.

Filsa could hear it clearly, and beware of the enemy's secret moves. At this moment, the sound of wings flapping sounded, interrupting the battle.

There was a crow flying in the sky and skimming over the moon. Redblade looked up to see the color of its fur and recognized it as the Thinblade's enchantment. Thinblade is able to send out a red demon, indicating that the first step of the plan has been successful.

Knowing the situation, Redblade laughed out loud. "What I just said that seemed to be provocative was not unfounded."

Felsa was taken aback inwardly, not knowing what to make of his words.

"I have survived on the battlefield with no companions, no friends, only enemies, and I have long been accustomed to the trick of betrayal.

Showing your back to others is tantamount to promising someone to slash you. In the same way, entrusting something important to someone else means acquiescing to someone else stealing your things. ”

Filsa didn't speak, silently waiting for the next attack.

"Yughakbaili is a neutral on the continent, and although he is not under the king's banner, he is also a person driven by interests. If it weren't for profit, I guess he wouldn't have formed an alliance with you. We are also neutrals in the Midnight Slash, and we put the bounty first. So I'm actually the same kind of person as him. ”

"I've only seen a doll that looks like him, so can you have this conclusion? It seems that your judgment may not be much better than your sword skills. ”

"I'm still a little familiar with the name of the Death Glass, and he's been invited to the Heroes' Feast, haven't I?"

"He had no reason to betray. It doesn't help to talk to you more. ”

At the moment when the arms battle rested, the two sides were still engaged in a war of words.

"First to help you capture your master's treasure, then steal it and return it to your master for a bounty, that's the purpose - what a trick our mercenaries have so old that they can't get their teeth on. But there are always people who fall for it. ”

When Redblade received the signal from Thin Blade, he trusted his judgment more and more.

Nothing he said earlier was false.

"Your provocative tactics are a bit inferior." Firsa's anger did not show on his face, and his breath grew colder.

He raised his sword again, gradually approaching, "Shut up." With that, he started to attack violently, and his speed was a level higher than before, and his sword was aimed at the point.

It's hard to imagine that a blind swordsman can have such a hit rate, forcing the opponent to be unable to attack for the time being. So the Red Blade turned to attack and defended, waiting for the enemy to show his flaws.

"Sure enough, it's no different from a monster when you go crazy." Redblade thought to himself, and spat out only one word: "monster".

He raised his weapon high to block the enemy's sword that jumped in front of him, and the two swords collided with each other with a low thud. Immediately after that, Redblade noticed the sound of running horses' hooves approaching.

Continued Blade arrives to support his comrades, and finds Red Blade engaged in a battle with Filsa, and his horse already on his knees. Continued Blade jumped off his horse and pulled out the double short knife at his waist.

"Boss, you're ugly."

"You're just in ...... time"

The enemy turned into two people, and judging by the magic breath, the strength of the new arrival did not seem to be bad. This made Filsa more vigilant and must not be careless.

Moreover, the new enemy's breath is very cold, not icy, but viper-like.

He speculates that the new enemy should be a killer character, sinister and vicious. In this way, Filsa must be more vigilant against the enemy's sneak attack at any time.

Continuing Blade stared at the real Firsa, realizing that his aura was somewhat similar to his own. He suddenly had the feeling of meeting an old enemy.

"You've come just in time......," Redblade greeted his colleague, "we can retreat." ”

Continuing Blade, he was concentrating and was about to make a move, and after receiving the order to retreat, he looked at Redblade suspiciously.

"Our target is the Wind Vortex Stone. Dealing with him will be a matter of later. Didn't you see that just now? Thinblade's plan seems to have begun. Next, we just need to wait for Yughakbailey to come and offer the Wind Vortex Stone. ”

Continued Blade understood what it meant. "Does Thinblade have a plan of his own? It's not a lot of effort, but it's really unpleasant. ”

Then he withdrew his blade with a slight displeasure, but his sharp gaze immediately returned to the Philippine enemy.

Fearing deception, Filsa held the sword in his hand and kept a high degree of vigilance, while at the same time he was vaguely aware of something wrong in his heart.

Two against one, it is obvious that the midnight slash gives that side the complete upper hand.

But they were willing to give up, not knowing what was going on.

"Let's go back. Give me a ride. Redblade gave up the fight altogether and put away his greatsword.

After saying that, he walked to the horse that continued the blade.

The Continuation Blade glanced back at Filsa again.

"I'll cut your throat with my own hands. My blade is thirsting for your blood. ”

5. The cave is empty. There was no need to shout, Filsa groped around with his magical sense, but he couldn't detect the breath of his companion. He began to panic.

Soon, morning dew began to condense on the branches and leaves outside the cave. Filsa could smell the freshness of the dew, but he couldn't feel it even though he couldn't feel it, for the dawn was coming.

According to Yug's instructions, before the people arrived a moment after dawn, they had to leave the cave and rush to the next meeting place.

Just two quarters of an hour was as hard as a long sleepless night.

Time passed minute by minute, and until the appointed time had passed, the two did not appear.

He decided to go back to Woomin Belle first to look for their traces.

Something happened to the two of them, or they were just as Red Blade said. He followed the path he had traveled to Shidu, exuding tentacle-like magical perception as he tried to explore the movements around him.

I didn't know how long I walked, and finally, the magic perception groped for a familiar breath. Even though it is far away, it can be determined that it belongs to a companion.

It's Jielu ꔷ Snow. The breath was faint and slow, as if she was unconscious from her injuries. She's not far to the right. But so far, he has not found the breath of Yug.

Filsa was shocked to find that Jielu was injured and fell to the ground;

As for Yug and the Wind Vortex Stone, they disappeared without a trace.