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Under a remote roof.

Lying on his side beside a barrel with a bloodied face, Nicollet gritted his teeth and struggled to reach out and break one of the crossbow arrows that pierced his thigh from his tail, and then clenched the blood-colored arrow that pierced his hind leg with a slight force.

"Whew!"

Cold sweat ran down his forehead, but the Meteorite gritted his teeth and said nothing, pulling out the arrow in a trembling voice.

Nicollet let out a sigh of relief, threw the arrow away, and pulled over a piece of cloth to bandage it.

This is the last arrow.

As for the two arrowheads that remain in the body...... Nicollet looked at his left arm and leg.

There were two arrows that had been broken in a few inches.

The Starfaller's eyes were fierce and his fists were clenched.

Immediately, the unique finishing power originated in his bones, tensing his muscles and sealing the perimeter around the shaft.

This should hold you up for a while.

Nicolai took a deep breath, feeling the unpromising wound in his body, and frowned.

The Starfall slowly looked up at the man in front of him, who was also lying on the ground, covered in bruises, "You are the one Grivo said he was talking about. ”

But the other party did not respond.

"It's a good skill, and it's a clever way to block the bolts. Nicolas nodded slowly.

In fact...... Nicolas gasped and told himself that he was a ruthless character.

The man with a strange black sword snorted coldly and wrapped up the last large wound on his body.

"You're not bad. He said lightly, looking at the badly worn arm shield on Nicolai's left arm.

Nicolai narrowed his eyes.

"Did you seal the Calamity?" the Meteorite struggled to pull himself up and leaned against the wall, "You have ...... Those armed?"

"Sort of," Black Sword nodded, his expression indifferent, "That cripple dropped a spear, didn't he." ”

Holding back the pain in his arms and calves, Nicolai looked at the man with the strange sword, his eyes swept to the other sword at his waist, suspicion in his eyes.

"You know us...... Who the hell are you?"

The leader of the White Blade Guard naturally placed his hand next to the Broken Soul Blade and said softly, "You know the Magician, and you also know the Legendary Anti-Demon ......"

But his words were interrupted.

"Hey," the ordinary-looking and inconspicuous man shook his head slightly, "Are you sure you want to waste your time here?"

Nicolas frowned slightly.

"You hear what the civilians are saying," Black Sword bowed his head, wiping his sword, "Your king......

He shrugged.

The Starfall was silent for a moment.

"Yes," Nicolai said, picking up a crossbow arrow, his face ugly and his eyes darkened, "I have a hunch that the worst has happened. ”

White-bladed humiliation.

Fear......

Nikolai's eyes grew colder and colder, and he slowly clenched his fists.

The black sword wiping his weapon glanced at Nicolai and observed Nicolai's expression, "You are not going to do anything?

Nicolai's gaze focused on the crossbow arrow in his hand, his left fist clenched and trembling slightly.

"Whoever started this rebellion, the Black Sand Collar or whoever started this rebellion, they have been planning for a long time and have planned well," the Meteorite gritted his teeth, grinding the words from between his teeth, and his pale face contrasted especially strongly against the bloodstained background: "Now, no one can believe it except my brother who swears by the blade. ”

The black sword snorted, hung the weapon back on his waist, and struggled to stand up against the wall: "Then good luck." ”

Nicolas looked up at the man who was about to leave.

"Hey," the Meteorite stopped the strange man and nodded his chin at him, "You're not from the Northlands...... Why did you save me?"

Black Sword turned his head and glanced meaningfully at Nicolai.

For a moment, Nicollet felt a strange emotion flow through the man's eyes.

"I don't see a despicable villain who uses crossbow arrows to fight more and less. Black Sword said lightly, and he continued to turn around.

Nicolais, who rested with his back against the wall, sneered disdainfully.

"Come on," Nicolai shook his head slowly, revealing a sarcastic smile, "As the white-bladed guard, the king's sharpest sword, I have fought many battles, served as his reserve, herald, military judge, executioner, death squad, elite formation, and the latter...... All you want to get in the position. ”

Black Sword didn't look back, but his voice came:

"So?"

Nicolas struggled to sit up a few inches and took a deep breath.

"So, I've interrogated many prisoners of war, spies, traitors, and enemies, and I've seen the difference between lies and truths, and I've seen how different people fought," the Meteorite replied to Black Sword's words, his eyes lit up, "I see how you beat Tulha and kick up the snow and dust under your feet? ”

Blacksword turned his head sideways and glanced at Nicola, who was panting on the ground.

After a while.

Nicolai snorted lightly and shook his head, "If you're not ready to say anything......"

That's when it happened.

"Is this the knife?" asked the Black Sword softly.

Nicolai frowned.

"What?"

In the next moment, the Starfall immediately noticed that the man's gaze fell on the Soul Breaker Blade in his hand.

Nicolais's breathing began to accelerate, slightly leading to injuries on his body.

He unconsciously touched the hilt of the knife.

"This is the knife," Thankfully, Black Sword simply asked in his deep voice, "Killed Horace Bright?"

Nicolai's eyes widened slightly.

What the?

The two men stared at each other under the eaves for two seconds.

"Yes, Soul Breaker. ”

Nicolai's gaze did not leave the eyes of the black sword, he nodded slowly, and at the same time raised his guard to the highest level, adjusting his body to a position where he could burst out or defend in time, and then said indifferently: "Twelve years ago, the Sword of Light Tracing died under it. ”

The black sword sucked slowly, and inexplicable emotions flashed in his eyes.

"Horace," he said slowly, "was he in pain before he died?"

Nicolai took a deep breath of cold air, held the barrel, and stood up tremblingly, the Soul Breaker Blade clutching tightly in his right hand.

"I now know why you saved me. ”

The Meteorite gritted his teeth, his gaze becoming more and more aggressive.

But Black Sword just looked at him quietly, not saying a word.

"If you're going to avenge the Sword of Light, now is a good time," Nicolai gasped in pain, pulling the distance between his legs, quickly estimating the timing of his strike, the finishing power slowly condensing in his bones, and his words revealed a thick hostility: "Of course, don't expect me not to fight back. ”

However, the man in front of him only glanced at the Soul Breaker Blade and turned to leave.

Nicolai frowned deeply.

He watched the back of the black sword slowly leave, and the doubts in his heart continued unabated.

"Wait. ”

The Meteorite finally spoke.

"What is your purpose, unknown fellow?" said Nicola slowly, "There is a saying in Commath that it is called 'Beware of gifts that do not ask for anything in return'. ”

Black Sword turned his head and gave the Meteorite a deep look.

"Compared to interrogating me," Black Sword shook his head slightly, "I'm sure you have more important things to do." ”

Nicolai frowned slightly: "Yes, believe me, I'm already doing it." ”

The black sword tugged at the corners of his mouth, shook his head, took a vague step after the injury, and turned to leave.

Nicollet stared at him in amazement.

Staring at the man's departing figure.

One second.

Two seconds.

Three seconds.

Nicolais's brow twitched, as if hesitating.

Until the figure of the black sword disappeared behind the wall around the corner.

I don't know how long it took, and the Meteorite sighed.

"Okay. He snorted as if he had made up his mind.

Footsteps behind the wall stopped.

"Horace's death," he said lightly, "in return, if you really want to know ......"

There was no sound behind the wall.

Nicolas slowly slipped against the wall, his eyes drooping, and his gaze drifted back to the past.

"That night, that battle ......"

Nicolas muttered, "Horace, that ruthless butcher wears his black armor, and with his guards, covered in wounds and shattered armor......"

"It was a real bloody battle, and everybody went crazy. ”

Nicolai's eyes wandered, and he was already looking at another place that was not in sight.

That rock-filled pass.

He said in a flat tone, "Tyronde, Jules, Tulha, and the people from the other side of the stars...... Each of us forgot everything in the sword and blood, and I felt the blood in my veins boiling except killing and dying. ”

"Tulha was wounded and left, we roared, Jules was crushed and laughed, Tyronde was killed in battle, and we were even more crazy...... That's the final battle, so so the stars are the same......"

"One by one, the living bleed and fell, and the dead were carried away one by one......"

Nicolai lowered his eyes: "Everybody's crazy, battlefield, you know. ”

He snorted indifferently, his emotions unrecognizable, his intentions unclear.

There was still silence behind the wall.

It's like Nicollet talking to himself.

But the Meteorite knew that someone was listening to his story.

"But Horace is different," said Nicollet, looking up again, and with a subtle change in his face, "when we were all mad like wild beasts, he had no expression, as if he did not care at all about the battle before him. ”

Nicolas lowered his head and said softly:

"He died peacefully. ”

The voice fell.

A second later, there was a low, chaotic snort from behind the wall.

"Serene?" said Black Sword's voice trembling.

Nicollet nodded, sneering in irony or helplessness: "When he fell in my arms...... His expression was like he was finally relieved. ”

The black sword behind the wall didn't speak, and his snort faded away.

Nicollet hung his head and sighed, "The few killings of Horace were not pleasant. ”

"Because it didn't feel like a fight at all. ”

There was still no movement behind the wall.

But Nicollet was still speaking, and he smiled sadly with a grim expression.

"That feeling...... It's as if he was looking for relief," Nicolai said silently, his voice desolate: "Have you ever seen someone on the battlefield who has been seriously wounded beyond cure, but who will not die for a while......

"That's what it feels like...... The pair of eyes that seek relief ......"

From behind the wall came the sound of fingers rubbing against the hilt of the sword.

It was small, but Nicollet heard it.

The snort grew coarse again.

"Relief?" Black Sword's voice came, his voice trembling slightly, and his words seemed to be a little difficult:

"Why?"

The Meteorite sighed, "I don't know. ”

"And I don't want to know," Nicolai shook his head, his eyes dazed, "I guess that before death, people have thoughts of one kind or another, which are not often felt, and princes are no exception?"

Maybe.

Especially the prince.

Thinking of King Nunn and Prince Surir, Nikolai's eyes darkened.

He took a deep breath and lifted his spirits.

The snort behind the wall was gone again.

Nicolai's eyes drifted into the distance, and he only heard him chuckle in a trance, and the sarcasm in his words was extremely strong: "Meteorite...... Meteor...... Haha, haha......"

Under the eaves, the two men on either side of the corner did not move at all, speechless.

It was a long time.

"Thank you. The voice of the black sword came from the side of the wall.

Nicolai came back to his senses, shook his head and snorted coldly: "It's just as a reward for saving me, there's nothing to thank me......"

But he was interrupted.

"No, it's not for me," said the man behind the wall lightly:

"It's for Horace. ”

Nicolas was slightly stunned.

Why?

He wanted to ask.

But after a few seconds, Nicollet still kept his mouth shut, he understood something, and nodded knowingly.

There was no sound behind the wall.

The Meteorite leaned against the wall behind him, his eyes silent, "Okay. ”

"Good luck," Nicolai whispered, "a man with a black sword." ”

On the other side of the wall, Black Sword didn't answer.

The lonely-looking man raised his head and took a deep look at the sky of the Northland.

In the next second, the black sword turned around and disappeared under the eaves. (To be continued.) )