Listening to the other party's self-introduction, Tails couldn't help but secretly clench his fists.

Croma.

Of course.

Tails said silently: He knew the name.

Seven hundred years ago, Prince Tomund, who was not yet the King of Revival, was ambushed and defeated in the "Battle of the Cold Wind" and was besieged.

Even the crows who asked for help were hunted in the air by the enemy's falcons, and their hopes were cut off.

In the darkest moment, a herald in charge of raising the crow found a wounded crow on the battlefield.

The herald's humble but young and fearless eyes, under the desperate eyes of the crowd, he carried the last wounded crow in his arms, risked his life to infiltrate the siege, broke through the blockade of the Saker and the crossbow, and released it on the edge of the battlefield moments before he was captured.

A miracle happened.

The wounded crow, who couldn't even fly in the sky, finally brought back reinforcements from the Northlanders, salvaged the situation, saved the prince, and achieved the famous battle of "reversing the cold wind".

A few years later, Tormund became king, and on the day of the founding of the stars, the herald who was lucky enough to survive was knighted, promoted to the rank of earl, and became one of the thirteen most prominent families in the kingdom, and his surname became one of the three most prominent families in the Western Wilderness.

This legendary story was finally reduced to a single sentence that became the epigram of the Chroma family:

One-winged Savior.

The legendary crow, which followed the birth and death of the herald and had only one wing, was painted in an album, embroidered with a flag, and printed with a robe, which became the reason for the name of the Wing Fort and the family crest of the Chroma family for 700 years:

One-winged crow.

Tails took a deep breath and looked at the knight in front of him.

So, the more than a hundred crowsentry light horsemen seen in the desert, the so-called 'thunderbolt crows', including the heavy cavalry who were still destroying the orcs head-on, and the baron who had taken sixty percent of the goods from the freaks......

All under his commands.

Tails smiled and shook the other's palm without hesitation:

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Lord Earl of Wingburg. ”

The Earl of Wing Castle smiled as he gently let go of the prince's hand.

"I know that you have been tired and have gone through twists and turns on your way home, Your Highness, but please be relieved. ”

Deloite turned sideways, revealing thirteen flags behind him.

"According to the plan, from now on, I and my two hundred Crow Sentry Light Horsemen, as well as one hundred centaurs of the twelve families under the Wing Fort, will join your escort team throughout the whole process until you return to the Fuxing Palace safely. ”

Tails looked stunned.

"I ...... Appreciated. ”

Dele glanced at the freaks and frowned.

"So, this is the man Baron Williams sent to escort you home?"

"Standing Army of the Western Wilderness, 20 ......"

The Earl glanced at it casually, and then gave the number:

"Twenty-five?"

"To escort the Prince?"

The snake hand's face suddenly turned ugly.

"Earl, Earl......"

He looked nervous and slurred:

"That, I, no, ahem, I, we're weird...... We are Stardust...... I mean, we're barons......"

But Dele didn't look at him, but said to Tails:

"Despite Baron Bladefang's busy schedule, I must offend you by saying that it is not appropriate. ”

"In particular, the Baron is also a direct vassal of the royal family. ”

Snake Hand was a little anxious:

"No, that...... Baron he ......"

Tails sighed.

"I told the baron not to distract my forces, and he had to do what he was ordered," the prince had to pick up, and relieved the embarrassed snake hand:

"After all, Camp Bladefang has just gone through a lot of ordeals. ”

The serpent hand looked at him gratefully.

Dele was silent for a moment, and he looked at Tails steadily.

The prince smiled in response.

"I see. ”

After a few seconds, Dele glanced around and smiled:

"It's true that he can't spread his forces now. ”

The Serpent Hand wanted to say something, but Dele had already turned.

The snake hand could only turn around, angrily responding to the spirit blade's muttering of "what a shame".

I saw the Earl of Wing Fort raise his voice and order to his subordinates:

"Tell Van Cleek and Cady in the back, dial out the second and third teams, and go to the royal capital with me. ”

"The prince's return procession must not lose its dignity. ”

His voice is not big, but it is clear and powerful.

Looking at the herald who was hurrying away, Tails couldn't help but frown.

"Thank you for your kindness, Your Excellency, but it doesn't have to be that ......"

Kedler jerked back:

"Forgive me for my insistence, Your Highness. ”

Tails was taken aback by his seriousness.

"After six years of wandering, returning to the royal capital, in the eyes of the people of Xingchen, will you return home with honor or downcast......"

Dele stared at Tails, as if to get his soul out of his eyes:

"It's very important. ”

"Prince Tails. ”

Tails looked at him in a daze, a little confused for a moment by the earl in front of him.

I saw Dele's eyes narrowed:

"And we can't be too careful, after all, you never know where the threat will come from. ”

Facing the very serious-looking Earl, Tails had countless thoughts running through his heart.

The biggest thought on my mind was the words of the Duke of the Western Wilderness yesterday.

[Powerful noble lords will rush to you, win over the prince who has not returned for a long time, and do everything possible to win you to their side, turning you into the vanguard against the Fuxing Palace. 】

[Before accepting their kindness, remember: they are only against your father, but they are not truly loyal to you]

After a few seconds, Tails suppressed his superfluous thoughts and nodded politely and kindly:

"Thank you, you have thought it through. ”

Dele also nodded respectfully and smiled again:

"Thank you for your understanding. ”

But the Count's words turned:

"I heard that Lord Cyril has already met with you?"

Cyril Falkenhause.

Tails unconsciously twitched his eyebrows as he heard the name.

"Yes, just yesterday, he came...... Visit me. ”

Dele looked at him for a long time, and then smiled:

"Oh, I understand your feelings. ”

Understand?

Recalling the conversation with the Duke of the Western Wilderness, Tails snorted in his heart.

Are you sure?

But Dele seemed to see through his thoughts, and saw the young Earl of Wingcastle chuckle softly:

"It took me a long time ago, after my first conversation with the Duke, to figure out what he had said to me during that full hour of laughing and swearing. ”

Dele's smile was a little helpless:

And that's not even counting his rhetoric and metaphors. ”

Rhetoric and metaphor.

Tails remembered something and involuntarily hummed.

He looked at Dele in front of him with empathy:

"Yes. ”

Tails laughed dryly:

"Then you know him well. ”

But Dele's reaction was beyond his expectations.

"No, Your Highness. ”

This time, Count Clomar's response was quick, but half teasing, half serious:

"I never knew about the Duke. ”

I saw the owner of the one-winged crow, the young Earl of Winged Castle, squinted his eyes, as if he had a deep meaning:

"Not at all. ”

————

Camp Bladefang, a dilapidated and remote house.

A figure on crutches and in a large thick leather robe slowly paced into the room.

"I asked Gao He to save you and give you back the hiding place, not so that you could drink up my stock of wine. ”

In the dimly lit room, a man sitting at a table turned his head slowly and snorted softly, quite unimpressed.

The man was covered in thick bandages from his head and shoulders to his hands and feet, and only his ugly laughter was heard:

"Oh, yes, I'm sorry, life-saver. ”

He looked at the visitor and held up a bottle of wine rather drunkenly

"Luckily I still have one bottle left, look, this is the ......"

In the next second, as soon as the man let go, there was a crackling sound, the wine bottle fell to the ground, and the wine splashed everywhere.

The guest frowned as he watched the wine spill on his boots and leather robe.

"Oh," said the bandaged man, who spread out his hands and smiled maliciously:

"Now the last bottle is gone. ”

In the darkness, the guest was silent for a while, and did not sit down, but said quietly:

"Tomorrow, you will leave the camp in our convoy and go back by yourself. ”

The man's body stiffened.

"Go back?"

He came back to his senses, and his sloppy eyes cleared up a little:

"What about the mission? What about the little cub?"

The guest snorted softly, his eyes were sharp, and his voice was dry and unpleasant:

"I went to see him, and he was protected. ”

"No way. ”

The man paused for a moment.

"Impossible?"

He muttered a retelling, the wine gradually subsided, and the expression on his face slowly became fierce and fierce:

"That damn little cub......"

The man slammed the table hard, he stood up, gritted his teeth and said to the guest:

"No, no, no, you can't, but I can! give me the route and the sentry arrangement, and I can touch it in the middle of the night—"

But the guest mercilessly rejected him:

"No, you can't. ”

The guest looked at the bandages on the man's body and stiffened his chin:

"You were beaten badly. ”

The man shook his head impatiently, snorted and waved his hand:

"It's just a minor injury, trust me, you should go see another guy. ”

"He's so much worse than me. ”

The guest in the dim light did not speak, he just looked at the bandaged man carefully.

"I want to believe you. ”

The guest pressed his hands on the crutches, his eyes were cold, and his tone was profound:

"Can I?"

This was said by the man again.

The man's eyes shot through the bandage and stared at the guest for a long time.

After a few seconds, the man exhaled and sat down heavily.

"Don't worry, no one will suspect you. ”

The man seemed to have figured out something, and said angrily:

"The secret department, the dragon city, including the clever little cub, they all think I work for the king, I mean, 'our' king. ”

The man rubbed his head desperately, hissing slightly, and seemed to have a headache.

The guest rubbed the back of his hand and hummed softly:

"But it's also true, right. ”

The man exhaled heavily, he raised a finger and looked at the other party's eyes very unpleasantly:

"Hey!"

"All you want is for that cub to stay in the Northland, but you didn't say it must be Longxiao City. ”

The guest looked at each other's fingers, not angry or angry, but his tone became more and more indifferent:

"You go to King Chaman, and that complicates matters. ”

"I-" The man seemed to want to defend something, but his unhappiness weakened after coming into contact with the other party's cold eyes.

The man leaned back on the table, his bandaged hand waving in the air:

"So what else can I do?"

He seems to have suppressed anger in every word:

"That old witch in the Darkroom was suspicious of me years ago, do you know how many people she sent against me after King Nunn's death......

"And the secret department, hmph, if the prince falls back into the hands of Longxiao City, they will only intensify and force me to go back and save him again—it will not be as simple as being a nanny. ”

The guest did not answer, but listened quietly.

The man let out a depressed and painful breath, pressed his head again, and said with a slight annoyance:

"Only, only the empty-eyed King of Kin-killers, only when he begins to shelter me like Nunn, will the secret department and the dark room not come to trouble me again......"

The guest looked at the floor and tapped his crutches.

"But you screwed up. ”

In a word, the resentment of the bandaged man was pressed back again.

The man's breathing became rapid, and after several back-and-forths, he opened his mouth and made an unpleasant voice.

"Ha, it's certainly easy to stand and talk, just talking. ”

This time, the man's words were filled with annoyance and anger:

"Why don't you go and fight the meteorite yourself, and cut it for half an hour?"

But the guests obviously didn't eat this set, just looked at each other and sneered:

"You're all burned, and you don't look like you've been stabbed head-on. ”

The man was speechless for a moment, but he quickly raised his voice:

"That's not the point!"

"And that damn mask, his skills are only stronger than they were more than ten years ago, it's not easy to fool him just by pretending to be stunned, and he has to drag him into the desert with serious injuries, tracking and hiding, and I'm fucking unlucky along the way, and I'm either a large group of orcs or a large army ......"

The man stood up, complaining more and more anxiously, more and more unhappy:

"And when I chase here, contact the people of the King of Murder, and prepare to do it......"

"You goddamn starmen, stupid Southerners, fucking infighting in Camp Bladefang! Do you know how much work it took me to get out of the thousands of rebels and mobs?"

"And that cub, he suddenly disappeared from the camp and came back with the Wings of Legends troops?

"And shouldn't this be your territory?"

The man was so angry that he sighed bitterly and pressed his forehead.

The guests were silent for a while.

"I told you, once you get to the sphere of influence of the stars, things are going to be troublesome. ”

The guest's voice rang out with the sound of his crutches:

"And now, the Dark Room, the Secret Branch, the Black Sand Collar, the Qiyuan City, oh yes, and the Dragon Sky City. ”

"There are five parties, and each side has a reason to settle accounts with you. ”

The man pressed his head, only to feel more and more headaches.

The guest raised his eyebrows and said in a playful tone:

"What are you going to do?"

The man breathed sharply for a while, but then he let go of his hand and laughed:

"Looks like I'm going to have to make up five fucking arguments to get them to spare my head, fuck. ”

The smile was helpless and relieved.

Both were silent for a while.

After a while, the guest asked abruptly:

"Will you make it through, old friend?"

The man snorted coldly:

"Absolutely. ”

The man rubbed his hands and looked around with disdain:

"I have my way, have you forgotten my nickname?"

But the guest's next sentence made him frown:

"No, you can't. ”

The tone was heavy, and his meaning was cold.

No?

The man was a little puzzled.

But he soon felt that the headache he had just had just had was getting more and more intense.

He realized something.

In the next second, the man's figure flickered, and his hands were holding on to the table behind him!

A wave of numbness and dizziness hit him, and he couldn't hold his trembling arms anymore, and he fell to the chair with a thud.

The man raised his eyes in disbelief, looked at the guest in front of him with an indifferent expression, and then looked at the broken wine bottle on the ground.

"Wine ...... You ......"

"You know, there's a reason I'm storing this wine here. The guest said lightly.

"But you have to be cheap. ”

The man breathed desperately, but he felt the strength and sensation in his body disappear little by little.

Impossible, those wines, he tested, tested......

The man stared at the guest in front of him.

"As for your nickname, old friend, you know what......"

The guest rubbed his crutches, turned around indifferently, and let the man's eyes lose their luster and fall to the ground.

"I don't like crows. ”

The guest looked at the man who was no longer struggling, and a chill flowed from his eyes:

"Not at all. ”