It's been a long time since Tails has experienced this feeling.

Grey.

White.

He walked in a gray-white world, from the ground to the walls, from the gravel to the sand and dust, and even the air glowed with a bright white shimmer, as if the darkness around him had been swept away.

There are no other colors.

It was quiet, and there was a faint cry in my ears, like a person under the water hearing a call from the shore.

It's like......

It's like another off-white world.

The boy was a little dazed.

Wrong.

His vision was a little shaky, with a slight ghosting from time to time.

The dazzled Tails shook his head desperately, and the longsword flicked on the gray ground, dispelling the faint feeling of vertigo, trying to regain his sense of direction.

He felt his right arm tighten.

A gloved palm, rippling with a little bit, clasped Tails' arm.

"Concentrate," Yodel's voice came from his ears, carrying him forward:

"The path of shadows reflects reality, they sometimes overlap, but they never coincide, and we walk here as if we were drifting on the sea, sometimes floating on the surface of the sea, sometimes sinking to the bottom. ”

"You have to distinguish between reality and illusion, and you can't get lost here. ”

Tails stumbled all the way, dragged forward by the only thing in the world that had a normal color, yodel, trying not to look at the gray and white scene of ghosting around him.

It's terrible.

He inhaled vigorously a few times, only to feel that the air entering his lungs was a little unreal.

Tails watched in amazement as he walked out of the gray-white hall and into the gray-white passageway, watching Yodel carefully bypass the Swords of Calamity, who had also turned gray-white figures.

But no one noticed them.

The boy looked back.

"We're just leaving, don't you help him, help Saker?"

Tails gasped, feeling that his words were echoing shallowly, like a dream.

"It's not my job to dominate the enemy. Yodel shook his head, holding Tails tightly, the purple mask ghosting against the gray background:

"To me, you're the most important thing. ”

In the gray-white world, they sped up and walked out of the passage to the stone steps.

As if they had received some signal, a few mercenaries hurried in the direction they had come from, passing by the two men of their normal colors.

"Don't touch them. "Yodel's tip was simple.

One of them seemed to sense something, and the grayish man turned his head warily, his gaze glancing over Tails and Yodel.

Tails didn't dare to take a breath, but moved his body with yodel, trying to avoid the sleeves of the others.

After a few tenths of a second, the mercenary shook his head, reassured, and followed at the beckoning of his companion.

Tails breathed a sigh of relief.

"But Saqel ......"

The young man forgot to glance at the road behind him worriedly: "He has been imprisoned for more than ten years, and his spirit is not to be mentioned, but his physical strength, strength and reflexes have declined......"

Yodel still shook his head, and cherished the words like gold:

"It doesn't affect him to fight. ”

Are you sure?

Tails frowned and let out a sigh.

"He's only one person, and he's going to face eighteen of them, if not more. ”

Yodel didn't seem to care about the problem in the slightest, and just went all the way:

"He'll have a way. ”

Holding back a faint feeling of vertigo, Tails fell silent.

But Yodel spoke suddenly.

"There's no going to be around, we need to show for a while. ”

Tails was stunned:

"What?"

He soon had no need to wonder.

I saw that beside the narrow stone steps in front of me, there were several corpses lying down, both mercenaries and shadow shields, and gray-white blood stains were sprinkled on the ground.

It seems that the battle between the Shadow Shield and the Sword of Calamity continues.

The three black-clad and masked assassins appeared to be the only ones left, and they gathered their weapons and were putting the finishing touches on it.

But as soon as one of them raised his head, he trembled!

"Poof!"

A short sword pierced through his chest, and it snapped back.

Along with it, a purple mask appeared out of thin air behind his shoulder.

His companions around him were extremely alert and were the first to use their weapons, but the masked sneak attacker was faster than him!

The sneak attacker stepped forward, the short sword in his hand slashing slightly.

"Uhhh

The last action of this unlucky assassin was to cover his throat, which was like flowing water, and fell to the ground weakly.

The last assassin who was far away was shocked and subconsciously flew back!

But another long sword with a glittering silver light and a graceful arc had already broken through the air, sinking with great force, heading straight for his head!

"Whew!"

The Assassin raised two odd-shaped blades with gauntlets and staggered them towards his head, sliding down his feet, ready to roll aside with the force of the block.

Something unexpected happened: the long sword with a graceful curve suddenly changed its trajectory halfway, turning into a thorn and sending it away lightly!

"Whew!"

The Assassin was incredulous—he watched as the blade swept past his perfect block and stabbed him in the throat.

Tails drew his sword steadily, staring at the blood on it in disgust.

On the other side, the two of them were solved, and Yodel, who had just arrived, looked at the prince silently, and the gears behind the mirror hole turned slightly.

"Nice blow. ”

Yodel put away his dagger and said with a deep meaning:

"So, you've awakened the power of the end. ”

Tails didn't answer, just nodded.

Northland military swordsmanship, two moves in two different offensive styles.

Thunderbolt cross pose, and ambush stabbing pose.

The middle is connected by the fold of fate.

It's just that......

The boy looked at the assassin in front of him with a bloody throat in his eyes, watching him tremble and crawl on the ground, grunting and waiting for the end of his life.

You can't kill with one hit.

Tails looked at the Assassin's desperate eyes and sighed: the moment he drew his sword to meet the enemy, his eyes always showed the frenzy and enjoyment of the previous Swords of Calamity when they killed the enemy.

And at the moment when the sin of the Prison River swelled up, imitating the twist of fate, the faint emotion reached its peak.

Alas.

"I hate that. Tails shook his head, gritting his teeth and raising his sword, intending the Assassin's pain once and for all.

But Yodel suddenly reached out and grabbed Tails' wrist tightly.

Under the prince's puzzled gaze, the masked guard crouched down slightly, stabbing the short sword in his hand, and taking the life of the enemy.

Tails put down his sword and silently watched as the masked guard stood up, the blade of the sword flicked slightly, and the supreme sword suddenly cleared the bloodstains, bright as new.

Yodel patted him on the shoulder.

"You shouldn't like it. ”

The masked guard said lightly.

Tails suppressed the discomfort in his heart and smiled at Yodel.

The prince raised his head, picked up the torch, and looked at the road that led to the ground.

"I don't know if you've heard it, but it's likely that the Swords of Calamity know another way to get outside......"

Yodel shook his head, and he pulled the long strip of dark green stone from his bosom and handed it to Tails.

"As long as the key is in your hand," the masked guard's hoarse voice said with a hint of certainty, "we'll be able to catch them all." ”

"Now, we just need to get to the ground safely. ”

But what about after that?

Tails looked at the black prison key in his hand steadily, and more questions filled his heart.

What to do with the fast rope?

What about Dean?

What to do with the secret department?

Confused by his thoughts, Tails knew that this was not the time to think about it, and he tried his best to distract from it, threw away the torch, took Yodel's outstretched hand, and followed him into the shadow path again.

But luck doesn't always favor them.

As they went up a floor, they came to a hallway, when yodel suddenly shuddered slightly.

"Be careful. ”

"There's quirkiness ahead. ”

Before the prince could react, the masked guard quickly let go of Tails' arm.

Tails, who was still enduring the discomfort in the path of shadows, only felt a shock around him, and the gray and white world in front of him rippled again, returning to its normal color like a tidal tide receding—dim.

Tails snorted in pain, trembling and retching in the dizziness of the world-turning.

How?

While he was still wondering, yodel had long since disappeared from view.

But almost at the same time, the moment Tails appeared, a familiar and chilling male voice rang out from the darkness ahead.

"I knew you always had a way out, Your Highness. ”

As the light of the fire lit up, a white man holding a torch appeared in front of Tails with a friendly smile:

"It's not in vain that I've been here for so long. ”

When Tails saw this man, he had a headache and was able to hold his forehead with his hands.

"What a coincidence. ”

The prince twitched the corners of his mouth, and called out the name of the person in front of him with annoyance: "Drill." ”

The hammer shook the torch in his hand and smiled.

Tails suddenly missed Ricky's group of mercenaries.

Sword of Calamity, don't you owe them all?

Why is it so useless?

Thinking too much was useless, Tails struggled to clear his superfluous emotions and vigilantly entered the senses of hell and observed his surroundings.

The chisel looked at him with an alert look on his face, and arched his shoulders helplessly, slightly funny.

But Tails knew that "funny" was definitely not among the adjectives that fit the guy.

"Don't bother, Your Highness," said the hammer, holding up his hands with sincerity on his face:

"I'm a businessman, and I don't like violence when I can negotiate a solution. ”

Yes.

Tails looked at him with a headache, feeling the message from the senses of hell.

Don't like violence......

Then why is there at least a dozen breaths hidden in the darkness behind you?

"That's really reassuring. Tyerspie said with a non-grin, trying to find the yodel's place.

But Yodel still hadn't shown up, and he hadn't taken him out by the Shadow Path.

This means that enemies are hard to avoid and hard to entangle.

What would you do, yodel?

"Fortunately, our shrewd Baron Russell isn't here, so I'll be honest," said the chisel, who seemed pleased:

"Don't worry, Your Highness, we didn't intend to hand you over to the Northlanders at all, and we only cooperated with them through King Chaman's intelligence channels...... You know, we don't have a lot of people in the stars. ”

Not planning to give me to the Northlanders?

Hehe.

It was the look that Tails wanted to give him back.

But he couldn't.

"So you're going to say you're going to take me to yourself?" Tails kept his face on face and tugged at the corners of his mouth.

The chisel shook his head.

"No, we've only come to Camp Bladefang to meet you alone. ”

The eyes of the drill narrowed into a slit, and his expression became serious:

"Let's see if His Royal Highness, the legendary wise prince, can be our savior. ”

Tails was slightly stunned.

"Savior?"

But in the next second, the words and movements of the drill made Tails, who was originally full of vigilance, shocked.

I saw that the chisel lifted his cloak and knelt on one knee in front of the prince, extremely respectful.

Björdell is more than that.

"Venerable First Heir of the Kingdom of the Stars, His Highness Tails Bright Star. ”

The chisel has a submissive voice, a respectful tone, a humble posture, and looks unhostile:

"'Hammer' Kausse, here represents the shield of the shadow, we are willing to be loyal to you, to advance for you, to redeem the mortal sins we have committed, and to reverse our fate. ”

"Please accept our sincerity. ”

"And our faithfulness. ”

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