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There was an endless uproar, an uproar in the sky, and a roar and shout of unknown meaning erupted in the crowd.

Now.

The adult smiled warmly, grabbed his shoulders, leaned on his body tremblingly, put his head to his ear, and whispered softly:

"Well done, don't worry. ”

Good job......

Don't worry......

In the deep darkness, he jerked out of his nightmare.

The wounds on his body seemed to come to life in an instant, and at the same time, unbearable pain erupted.

He twisted his face and pressed the cries of pain down his throat, first shifting his attention to perceiving everything around him.

The wind and snow whistled in my ears, a foul smell hit my mouth and nose, and a few low coaxes of livestock could be heard a few steps away.

With difficulty, he lifted his trembling left hand, and unsurprisingly touched an old wall made of thick bricks.

The power of the end surges.

In the darkness where he couldn't see his fingers, his surroundings gradually appeared in his perception.

This was the place where he had fled after dragging his badly wounded body and sending a message to the Brotherhood's eyeliner—a plain cattle pen in the Northland countryside, with a simple but thick thatched roof, a rough handmade fence on one side of the wall, and a muddy ground mixed with water, snow, urine, mud, and his own blood.

Safe.

The Blood Wizard isn't around.

He let out a low, painful groan.

Two puncture wounds, six lacerations, two bone fractures, numerous abrasions, contusions, and muscle strains.

Obviously a girl with a good smile - he thought of the Blood Demon Master and smiled bitterly - why was he so grumpy.

It's just that I want to use the legendary anti-demon armament to poke a hole in your real body.

Thinking of this, he touched the two weapons in his hand.

Lancer—he sighed in agony: "I have been miserable by you again."

Not far away, a group of two large and six small thick-haired pigs gathered together uneasily, keeping each other warm while trying to keep away from the new uninvited guests, a black dog stood outside the fence, bravely guarding the perimeter of his territory, and gave him a low warning sound.

Outside, the snow had subsided, and his perception extended beyond the circle to another thatched-roof hut, in which there were four sleeping breathers, two calmer and two young and restless. Next door was a stable, and inside were two stout breaths with slightly different shapes - presumably two strong horses unique to the Northland.

He smiled in the darkness, remembering the days when he had spent the night in different countries.

Obviously, this is an ordinary family of four northerners, and the two horses, one should be a ploughing horse, and the other is a riding horse shared by service and hunting, which should have been rented from the lord, and looking at the terrible environment around it, it is estimated that the pigs are not their own, but specially kept for the lord's table--God knows, how will those pigs that look like rough range survive in this weather? After all, this is not the place where the southern part of the country has a completely different and meticulous animal husbandry method.

I remember that a long time ago, she, the dirty girl, had told herself that she wanted to come to the north to see.

Look at how the Northlanders survived in such cold weather.

"I wonder if they have piglets?" she blinked at herself, looking at herself.

But at that time, he only looked down and wiped the blade on his leg.

Do the Northlanders raise pigs? Now there's an answer.

Gotta write this down...... You can tell her about it later.

Just now......

The next moment, the man faded from all smiles on his face.

Lying on the ground, he clenched his teeth, and the power of the end surged, oozing out from every pore, prompting the wounds all over his body to be further closed, repaired, and healed.

However, this process is full of more terrible waves of severe pain, and more unbearable itching.

Like his countless struggles in the past.

But the man was just trembling and in a cold sweat, the corners of his mouth were slightly curved, revealing a bitter smile.

Not bad.

At least, no longer have to endure Ramon's chatter and cynicism as he heals him...... The boring nagging of the big-nosed doctor is as lethal as that of a magician.

The power of the end poured into all his wounds like a wave, forcing his nerves, his muscles, his bones, to speed up recovery, self-healing, and reorganization.

The surging pain and impact made him just close his eyes in a tremble, and he couldn't stop breaking out in a cold sweat.

After a while, he finally stopped trembling, and his whole body collapsed on the ground.

He gritted his teeth and breathed a sigh of relief.

How long has it been since you've been injured this badly?

He struggled to roll over, his mouth and nose brushing the filthy ground.

Filthy...... Yes.

In the darkness, he chuckled.

Filthy me......

Now I am no longer qualified, so I should go and anger her.

That dirty girl.

The man pressed against the dirty ground, got up weakly, and felt his physical condition.

Need some food supplements, preferably meat.

He looked in the direction of the pigs.

Mr. Thick Pig's family, feeling the man's killing intent in animal instinct, trembled and whined in a low voice.

At the same time, the four breaths of the Northland family sounded in the man's ears again.

These pigs are one of the few sources of livelihood for them.

He sighed.

The man smiled at the shivering Mr. Pig family in a smile that they certainly could neither see nor understand.

Then, he grabbed the two weapons at hand and flipped out of the corral.

He remembered that the bitter cold was coming.

Luckily, this is Northland.

Thank you, Lord of the Mountains.

Thank you for your gift.

And I will remember your generosity.

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"Spear and shield men, form the first line of interception on the gentle slope ahead!, slow them down by all means!" Kambida looked at the incoming cavalry with a solemn face, and ordered categorically.

Under his command, the Exeter infantry of the Black Sand Territory did not hesitate to carry the large iron shields unique to the Northland, and trotted to the front of the camp to form a defensive line.

"Heavy infantry, one minute, must be ready to keep up with the defensive line! Two-handed heavy swordsmen in front, aiming at the horse's legs, heavy armor swords and axes behind, as long as you fall from your horse, whether you can move or not, smash an axe for me!"

"Phil!" Cumbida shouted at the shooters on the side of the camp, "Get your men ready, the enemy appeared too suddenly, there is no time to shoot at it!"

As his words fell, a short Exeter soldier slashed his throat and ordered the archers standing in two rows on the side of the camp: "Draw your bow with arrows, and prepare for a salvo!"

"The cavalry mounted and looked for an opportunity to attack from the flanks!"

"Shoot signal arrows, and send light cavalry messengers to the camp behind, so that the rearguard troops can be quickly reinforced!"

In contrast, the team of the Star People, who were surrounded by the Black Sand Leader's army, seemed much quieter.

[The weather is poor, the wind is strong, and it is difficult to control]

It was Rolf's sign language, and it was no surprise that Waiya frowned again.

"I knew there was going to be war again...... Ramon gritted his teeth and chattered in his ear, "Surely nothing good will happen to follow you...... You're a prince, and you're a cheese for flies, and I'm really just a doctor......"

He ducked as far back as he could, away from Tails, but not out of the protective range of the brigade.

The cunning doctor, Wya-Cassel, who had watched him coldly, snorted dissatisfiedly as he pressed the hilt of his sword tightly.

Tails ignored the doctor, his face stiffened, and he looked at the cavalry who had come from the bread with mixed feelings.

It's not that he is too insensitive to threats, but that he has experienced too many inexplicable threats since he left Yongxing City to go north, so that when he encountered a similar situation again, his first reaction was no longer surprise and nervousness, but a long sigh:

And what is it this time?

Can't you let him arrive at Longxiao City safely?

But - Tails forced himself to think of something logical - why did Black Sand, with an army of more than two thousand men, be cautious and cautious along the way, so why would he be unalert to this group of uninvited guests?

Putilai said that the people on the other side were all elites, but the escorts around him were also elite soldiers of the Black Sand Collar, so he shouldn't worry too much...... bar.

It wasn't until the group of gray-clad and masked light armored cavalry that a familiar voice came from afar.

"Soldiers, let your guard down!"

It's Tulha.

Tails breathed a sigh of relief.

The figure of Lord Tulha, one of the five generals of Exeter, who set out to reconnoitre, appeared from the cavalry on the opposite side and stopped by the outermost campfire: "This is His Majesty's personal guard of Nunn, the troops he sent to greet the mission of the Prince of the Stars!"

"Old friend, it's not that I don't believe you, it's just that it's always right to be cautious these days," Viscount Kambida drew the sword at his waist and, escorted by a group of soldiers, walked to the front row of the camp: "Is there a king's man to testify?"

Kambida pressed the unspoken words in his heart.

Even the subordinates of the Grand Duke of Heisha may have moles, don't they?

The gray-clad cavalry stopped at the front of the camp.

Thales couldn't help but notice that their mounts were quiet and calm in the face of the cavalry's rude stopping, and they didn't even neigh. The cavalrymen lined up in a line and stood neatly at a stone's throw from the camp, showing superior action and discipline.

Elite, huh.

A white-cloaked, brown-haired, masked man rode out of the cavalry, and Tulha followed him all the way into the camp of the Black Sand Collar.

"Well, I've seen these people on my travels before," Putile saw the figure of these elite cavalry clearly, and the lieutenant envoy beside Tails took a deep breath: "Judging by their attire, it is indeed the king's personal guard of Exeter." ”

Tails rolled his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, it should not be an enemy...... Not at the moment.

On his side, Huaiya, the attendant officer from the Termination Tower, was obviously stunned.

"You mean, Whiteblade Guards?" said in a low voice.

"Comparable to the elite of the Star Royal Guard, known as the Dragon's Guard...... Whiteblade Guards?"

White Guards.

The King's Guard, the Dragon's Guard.

Tails took the information to heart and cautiously watched the developments.

The masked man rode up to Kambida, first glanced at the most trusted advisor of the Grand Duke of the Black Sands, and then sharply looked in the direction of the stars, his gaze paused for a moment on their cross-star banner before turning his head.

"As the captain of His Majesty's guard of Nunn - I should, be considered the king's man, right?"

The masked man in the cloak pulled down his scarf, revealing a pale, sharply contoured face.

He had an unidentified weapon stuck in his back, the white handle protruding from the equally snow-white cape.

"Nicolais...... It's you. Kambida saw the other party's face clearly, and his face became ugly.

The pale-faced man in the cloak snorted coldly, he dismounted neatly in front of Kambida, and threw a scroll printed with fire paint into Kambida's arms: "I brought the White Blade Guard to meet the Star Prince...... If you have any questions, just look at the king's warrant. ”

Kambida frowned and tore open the fire paint seal.

"I met them on the way to the scout, the White Blade Guards," the fiery knight behind the cloaked man, Lord Tulha dismounted, and said with a tense face, "It seems that His Majesty Nunn is ...... I really value the Star Mission this time. ”

Kambida read the warrant and sighed, he withdrew the sword in his hand from its scabbard, and at the same time gave the order to the army of the Black Sand Collar:

"Alert lifted!"

"Let them in!"

The gray-cloaked, masked cavalry, the White-Bladed Guards, rode into their camp as if no one was around, and although their faces were hidden under their veils, their eyes were sharp and fierce, staring fiercely at everyone in the camp, whether it was the Exeters of the Black Sand Collar or the Star People in the center of the camp.

"Mobilize an army of nearly two thousand men to protect this prince," the man in white cloak walked in the direction of the Star Mission, he looked at the situation in the surrounding camps, and snorted coldly: "Rumba is really a generous grand duke. ”

Listening to the sarcasm in his tone, both Kambida and Tulha frowned.

"This is for the safety of His Royal Highness, at least until he meets His Majesty Nunn safely," Kambida replied calmly, "We believe it...... Someone in Exeter wants the prince's life. ”

"According to the information we received, your Black Sand Collar surrounded and intercepted in front of the fortress, and shot with magic guns......" The man tightened his cloak: "That's right, it seems that you really want his life." ”

Kambida was speechless for a moment.

"We'll take over here," the man in the white cloak said unceremoniously, "As for your Black Sand Collar's mission, it's over...... Go back where you belong—it's not a good idea to take a few thousand men into the lands of the other lords, especially with the freezing cold approaching. ”

"Rumba's ambitions end there...... His Majesty will settle accounts with him. ”

"The order given to us by the Grand Duke," Tuleha replied coldly, "is to protect the prince until Longxiao City...... Even if he voluntarily goes with you, we must follow us to Longxiao City. ”

"Whatever you want, follow as you want, the movement and supplies of two thousand men - it's not my money that is wasted anyway. The man tapped on the white handle behind him and said indifferently: "Next time, Tuleha, we'll do it again." ”

Tulha snorted dissatisfiedly, and unconsciously pressed the saber at his waist.

The man in the white cloak chuckled and continued walking towards Tails.

"By order of His Majesty Nunn Walton, the great co-king of the kingdom of Exeter and the successor of the hero Necajou," the man in the white cloak ignored the rest of the men, and walked straight to Tails, looking down at the only seven-year-old boy in the barracks, with a smile on his pale face:

"You, Tails Bright Star?"

Putira's face changed.

He sensed the unkindness in the other person's tone.

Tails also sensed the coldness in the other party's eyes.

He frowned slowly.

Something is not quite right.

But Tails only took a deep breath and smiled in a formula.

Putile beside him frowned, he looked at Kambida and Tulha, who were not good-looking but speechless next to him, cleared his throat, and said to this group of white-bladed guards with unkind faces: "This is Terles Bright Star, the second prince of the Kingdom of Stars, at the ...... of His Majesty Kessel."

However, before Putile could finish speaking, he was unceremoniously interrupted by the man in the white cloak.

"My name is Nicolai, commander of the White Blade Guard," the man named Nicolai shook his head expressionlessly, and bowed his head to Tails:

"Once upon a time, it was often said that the blood of the imperial family came from the gods, so it was brilliant gold, and when it flowed out, it even glittered in the sun—so, is your blood also golden?

Nicolais.

Putirai and Huaiya seemed to have heard the name.

Both he and the attendant looked at each other in shock.

Tails, on the other hand, chewed on Nicola's words, somewhat unclear.

Golden blood?

What's that?

"I don't know," Tails smiled, "After all, I haven't bled much. ”

"Or do you, King Nunn's guard, want to see me bleed?"

The second prince did not flinch against the other party's words.

It's weird.

"Hmph," Nikolai chuckled, and then his face immediately turned cold, "I know a bright star, and you are so far from him. ”

Putile took a deep breath.

Wya, on the other hand, silently took a step closer to Tails, gritting her teeth and staring at Nicola.

Tails turned his head to see Putile's reaction, his heart full of doubts...... and vigilance.

Who is this man?

And...... Tails pondered his words, slightly stunned.

Too far behind?

What does that mean.

"Bright Star?"

The second prince frowned, he looked at Nicolai's attire, remembered the other party's status as the king's personal guard, and asked cautiously, "May I ask what you said...... Midil Bright Star: My uncle?"

"No, I'm talking about the Sword of Light," Nicolai narrowed his eyes and stretched out his left hand, tapping his right shoulder, his face even paler, "Twelve years ago, he came up with a sword on my shoulder...... Nearly broke my shoulder blades. ”

Tails' face changed.

Another year of blood, a first-hand witness to the battlefield of Stars and Exeter.

It seems that he has suffered a lot of losses under Horace Bright Star.

His afterglow swept across Kambida, Tulha, and the surrounding Exeters.

From attacking the supply lines, storming the lines of the three Grand Dukes of Exeter, stabbing Tulha, snatching the immovable bow, and in the end, his soldiers even killed the former Grand Duke of the Black Sands.

Horace's feud with the Exeters seems to be a little too colorful.

"Sword of Light" Horace Bright Star - his second uncle, in Exeter, how many similar "legacy" did he leave behind?

Tails had to cough lightly, maintaining the same smile, and nodded: "It's a pity. ”

Putile, on the side, frowned tightly, and Tails also noticed that Tulha behind Nicolai exhaled softly.

"No, nothing to regret. Nicolai said lightly: "Anyway, I have a relationship with him." ”

Putile gritted his teeth and cast a sharp glance at the man in front of him.

This man ...... Mention this for the first time you meet?

Is it preparing for deterrence?

Tyers' heart moved.

"Flattened?" he said cautiously, "what do you mean?"

Putile sighed - something that made Tails feel extremely ominous.

"Ah," I saw a terrible chill in Nicolai's eyes:

"I slaughtered him - on the battlefield at the Lyman Pass. ”

Tails' expression froze at this moment.

It's terrible.

He said to himself secretly.

"So we evened it out - me and Horace. ”

Nicola's pale face, with a slight smile on his face, raised his right hand and touched his left breast:

"It's like this, a stab, a twist, and then a diagonal pull......"

"You should look at his face before he died......"

Tails frowned and began to look at the commander of the White-Bladed Guard again.

The man who killed Horace.

An enemy of the Bright Star royal family.

"Final Proof......

Nicolas narrowed his eyes and exhaled softly:

"Even if it's the Bright Star Royal Family, even if it's the former Imperial Royal Family, their blood is not golden...... And when it comes out......"

Nicolas licked the corners of his mouth, smiled coldly, looked down at Tails, and said slowly:

"It's all bright red. ”

Tails stared at the pale man with an ugly face.

The other party's undisguised aggressive gaze made him uncomfortable.

Now, however, his best expression as the Prince of the Stars should be expressionless.

"Let me introduce you to you, Your Highness the Stars, and all of you," Viscount Kambida let out a long sigh, shook his head lightly, and stepped forward, "This is Lord Serry Nicolet, one of our famous 'Five Warriors' in Exeter. ”

"People call him ......"

Kambida looked at the ugly faces of the stars and everyone, and raised his eyebrows helplessly:

"'Meteorite'. ”

Nikolai stared at Tails with burning eyes.

It's like a hunter looking at his prey.

Tails' heart shuddered slightly.

Meteorite?

"Let's skip the pointless pleasantries, Imperial," Nicolai said slowly, "From now on, we'll escort you to Longxiao City." ”

Tails was stunned.

"Of course," the second prince looked at Nikolai in front of him, and nodded lightly in a complicated way: "If this is the wish of His Majesty Nunn." ”

But he was extremely worried in his heart.

King Nunn had sent such a man to meet him.

Regarding his future days in Longxiao City, Tails suddenly had an ominous premonition.

"Wait, according to the rules and protocols," Putile took a solemn step: "Our envoys must ...... with the greeters of the Exeter side under official conditions commensurate with their status."

"That's a lot of nonsense. ”

Nicolas unceremoniously interrupted the deputy.

"I don't have time to waste. ”

The next moment, Tails saw Nicollet's expression grim, and the cloak behind him shook.

"Trust me...... This is for your safety, Your Highness the Prince. "Seri Nicolai, Starfaller, the pale man snorted with an icy smile.

He bowed to the uncertain Tyers Bright Star, and ordered to the Whiteblade Guard behind him:

"Tie him up. ”

What the?

Tails' eyes widened.

(To be continued.) )