Chapter 118: Comet

Chapter 118 Comet
Ears.
Endless noise, the hustle and bustle of the sky, the crowd broke out with unclear screams and shouts.
In front of you.
The adult showed a warm smile, grabbed his shoulders, trembled and leaned on his body, and put his head to his ear, gently whispering:
"Good job, don't worry."
Well done……
do not worry……
In the deep darkness, he suddenly woke up from a nightmare.
The wound on the body is like a moment of survival, and at the same time it bursts into unbearable pain.
He twisted his face and pressed his pain into his throat, first focusing his attention on everything around his perception.
The sound of the wind and the snow whistling, a stench hit the nose and mouth, and a few steps came from the low screams of the animals.
He struggled to lift the tremor's left hand and accidentally touched a rough brick wall.
The power of the end is on the rise.
In the darkness of the five fingers, the surrounding environment gradually appeared in his perception.
This is the place where he dragged the injured body and fled to the Brotherhood's eyeliner. A common cattle circle in the northern part of the country has a simple but thick thatched roof and a rough hand-made fence on one side of the wall. There is also muddy ground mixed with water, snow, urine, mud and his own blood.
Safety.
The blood magician is not nearby.
He only issued a deep pain.
Two puncture wounds, six lacerations, two bone fractures, rubbing, contusion, muscle strains countless.
It is obviously a beautiful girl with a smile - he thinks of the blood magician, showing a smile - how temper is so violent.
Just want to use the legendary anti-magic arm, poke a hole in your true body.
Thinking of this, he touched the two weapons at hand.
Lancer, he sighed in the pain: he was miserable again.
Not far away, two large and six small groups of thick pigs huddled uncomfortably, while warming each other, trying to stay away from the new uninvited guests, a black dog standing outside the fence, bravely guarding around his territory, to him A low warning sounds.
The snow fell slowly outside the house, and his perception stretched out of the circle, touching another thatched-roof wooden house with four sleeping breaths, two relatively calm, and two young and instigated. Next door is a stable, with two slightly different stout breaths - it should be two strong horses unique to the North.
He smiled in the darkness, remembering the scenes of people living in different countries in the days of rushing and working.
Obviously, this is an ordinary four-person Northland family. The two horses should be one horse. The other is a horse that is shared with the hunting and hunting. It is probably rented from the lord. The environment, it is estimated that the pigs are not their own, but specially captive for the lord's table - God knows, how do the pigs in this weather seem to be stocked? After all, there is no such thing as a meticulous animal husbandry.
I remember a long time ago, she - the dirty girl said to herself, want to come to the north to see.
Look at how such a cold weather, how the Northland people survived.
"I don't know if they can raise a pig?" She looked at herself with curious eyes.
But at that time, I only looked down on the blade of the leg.
Are northern people raising pigs? There is an answer now.
I have to write this down... I can tell her later.
Just now...
The next moment, the man faded all the smiles on his face.
Lying on the ground, he clenched his teeth, and the force of the end surged, oozing from each pore, prompting the wounds of the whole body to further close, repair, and heal.
However, this process is full of more terrible waves of pain, and it is even more unbearable.
Just like his struggles countless times in the past.
But the man was only in trembling and cold sweat, his mouth was slightly bent, showing a bitter smile.
Okay.
At least, no longer have to endure Ramon's chatter and sarcasm when he healed him... The big nose doctor's boring, killing power is almost comparable to the magician.
The power of the end surged into all his wounds like a wave, forcing his nerves, his muscles, his bones, accelerating recovery, healing, and reorganization.
The violent pain and shock made him close his eyes in the tremor, and the upper and lower eyelids would just melt into one, and the cold sweat on his forehead could not stop.
After a long while, he finally stopped shaking, and the whole person was soft on the ground.
He bit his teeth and took a sigh of relief.
How long have you not suffered such a heavy injury?
He tried to turn over and rubbed his mouth and nose over the dirty ground.
It’s filthy...what.
In the dark, he laughed and ate.
I am filthy...
This time, I am no longer qualified, and I am glaring at her.
That dirty girl.
The man pressed the dirty ground and climbed up weakly to feel his physical condition.
Need some food supplements, preferably meat.
He looked at the direction of the pigs.
The family of Mr. Thick Pig, who felt the man’s killing in the animal instinct, shivered and whispered.
At the same time, the four breaths of this Northlander's sleeping, once again ringing in the man's ear.
These pigs are one of their few sources of life.
He sighed.
The man is facing a shivering Mr. thick pig, revealing a smile that they certainly can't see or understand.
Then he grabbed the two weapons at hand and pulled them out of the pen.
He remembers that the cold weather is coming soon.
Fortunately, here is the Northland.
Thanks to the owner of the mountains.
Thank you for your gift.
And I will remember your generosity.

"Gun shield hand! Make up the first intercept line on the gentle ahead! Let them slow down anyway!" Cambida looked at the incoming cavalry in a dignified manner and decided to order it.
Under the command of the black sand collar, the Exeter infantry did not hesitate to pick up the unique iron shield of the Northland, and ran to the front of the camp to form a line of defense.
"Heavy infantry, one minute, must be prepared to keep up with the defense! The two-handed Epeeman is in front, aiming at the horse's leg, and the heavy armor is behind, as long as it falls from the horse, whether it will move or not, give it to me. Let's go down with an axe!"
"Phil!" Cambida turned his head and shouted at the shooters on the side of the camp: "Let your people get ready, the enemy appears too suddenly, there is no time to shoot!"
As his voice fell, a short Exeter soldier slammed the scorpion and ordered the archers standing in two rows on the side of the camp to order: "Get the arrow and bow, prepare for the volley!"
"The cavalry is on the horse and looking for a side attack!"
"Sign out the arrow!"
"Send a light ride to the back camp, let the guards quickly reinforce!"
In contrast, the team of stars in the black sand collar army is much quieter.
[The weather is bad, the wind is big, it is difficult to control]
This is Rolf's sign language, and I will welcome Wyah's frown again without any surprise.
"I know, I have to fight again..." Ramon bit his teeth, whispering in his ear: "There is nothing good with you... you are a prince, but a cheese that specializes in flies, and I really Just a general doctor..."
He shrunk as far as possible to the rear, away from Tyres, but will not be out of the protection of the brigade.
The awkward doctor - while looking at his Wyaka Casso tightly pressed the hilt, he snorted dissatisfied.
Tyres ignored the doctor, and he stiffened his face and looked at the cavalry that had been copied from the bread.
It is not that he is too numb to face the threat, but that he has experienced too many inexplicable threats since he left the city of Yongxing City, so that when he encounters a similar situation again, his first reaction is not horror and tension, but Long sigh:
What is this time?
Can't you let him arrive in Longyan City safely?
But - Tyres forced himself to think about something logical - Blacks led the army of more than 2,000 people, and sentimental cautiousness along the way, be careful, why not be alert to this group of uninvited guests?
Putilai said that the opposite person is elite, but the escorts around him are also the elites of the black sand collar. You should not worry too much...
Until the gray-faced light cavalry of the gray coats, a familiar voice came from far away.
"Soldiers, put down the warning!"
It is Tulleha.
Taylors breathed a sigh of relief.
The black sand pilot who started the investigation, the one of the five wars of Exeter, the figure of Lord Toulha appeared from the opposing cavalry and stopped at the outermost campfire: "This is the kiss of Nun Wei, is the unit he sent to welcome the prince of the stars!"
"Old friends, it's not that I don't believe you. It's just that this year, it's always fine to be cautious," Viscount Kambida pulled out the sword at the waist, and under the guard of a team of soldiers, went to the front row of the camp: "There are kings." Do people prove it?"
Cambida pressed the words that were not said to the bottom of my heart.
Even the subordinates of the Black Sands may have traitors, aren't they?
The cavalry of the gray coats stopped in front of the camp.
Tyres couldn't help but notice that their mounts faced the cavalry's rude stagnation, and they seemed quiet and calm, and they didn't even hear a few humming sounds. These cavalrymen lined up in a line, standing neatly in a place from the camp, showing superior action and discipline.
Elite, is it?
A brown-faced masked man in a white cloak rode out of the cavalry, and Tuleha followed him, riding all the way into the camp of the black sand collar.
"Well, I have seen these people when I was young," Putilai saw the figure of these elite cavalry. The deputy on the side of Tyres took a deep breath: "From their attire, it is indeed ang The king of Kester is a guardian."
Tyres turned his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, it should not be the enemy... Temporarily not.
On the side of his body, the attendant officer, Wahiya, who was born in the terminal, was obviously a glimpse.
"You mean, White Blade Guard?" Wyatt whispered:
"Is it comparable to the elite of the Star Royal Guards, known as the Dragon Guard... White Blade Guard?"
Puttier nodded: "Remember a few days ago, the tavern owner named Kaslan?"
"He used to be the commander of the White Blade Guard."
Taylors looked up and looked at Putile.
The latter shook his head: "Do you think that his pub is because of the accumulation of so many retired soldiers?"
White Blade Guard.
The king is guarding, the dragon guard.
The old part of the old man Kaslan.
Tyres put this information into his heart and carefully observed the developments.
The masked man rode in front of Camby, first looked at the most trusted servant of the black sand Dagong, and then sharply looked at the direction of the stars, his eyes stopped on their cross double star flag, Just turned around.
"As the captain of the guard of Nun, I should, is it a king?"
The hooded man pulled the towel down to reveal a pale, contoured face.
Behind him was an unidentified weapon with a white handle protruding beyond the same white cloak.
"Nilelai...is you." Cambya saw the other person's appearance and his face became hard to look.
The pale cloak man snorted, and he dismissed in front of Camby, and in the arms of Kambida, he threw a scroll with a lacquer: "I greeted the Star Prince with the White Blade Guard... If you have any questions, go to the king's warrant."
Cambida frowned and tore the lacquer seal.
"I met them on the way to the investigation - the White Blade Guard," the fire knight behind the cloak man, Lord Toulha followed, and his face tightened: "It seems that Nun has left him... I really value this time. The Star Mission."
Cambida finished the warrant and sighed. The sword in his hand was taken back from the scabbard and ordered to the army of the black sand collar:
"Warning is lifted!"
"Let them come in!"
The masked cavalry of the gray cloak - the white-bladed guards sneaked into their campsites, although their faces were hidden under the face towel, but their eyes were sharp and fierce, staring at each of the campsites. A person, whether it is the Exeter of the black sand collar, or the star of the camp.
"The army of nearly two thousand people was mobilized to protect the prince," the man in the white cloak walked toward the direction of the Star Mission. He looked at the situation around the camp and snorted: "Lumba is really a generous grandfather."
Listening to the irony in his tone, Cambyda and Tulha both frowned.
"This is for the safety of His Royal Highness, at least until he sees Nunon safely," Cambida replied calmly: "We believe... Someone in Exeter wants the prince's life."
"According to the news we received, your black sand collar was surrounded by interceptors in front of the fortress, and it was shot with a magic gun..." The man tightened his cloak: "Yes, it seems that I really want to I want his life."
Cambya was a word.
"Here we take over here," the white cloak man said unceremoniously: "As for the task of your black sand collar, it is over... Go back where you should be - with thousands of people into the land of other lords, This is not a good idea, especially when the weather is cold."
"Lombard's ambition ends here... Your Majesty will find him."
"Da Gong gave us orders," Tulleha said coldly: "It is to protect the prince until Longyan City... even if he volunteers to go with you, we must also follow Longyan City."
"You guys, just want to follow it, the movement and replenishment of two thousand people - anyway, it is not my money." The man knocked on the white handle behind him, and did not care: "Next time, Tulleha We have come over again."
Tulleha snorted dissatisfiedly and unconsciously pressed the saber to his waist.
The man in the white cloak chuckled and continued to walk towards Tyres.
"The great co-host of the Kingdom of Exeter, the successor of the hero Nakaru, the command of Nunn Walton," under the subordinates, the man in the white cloak ignored the rest. Others, he walked straight to the side of Taylors, looking down at the only seven-year-old boy in the military camp, a smile on his pale face:
"You, is the Tels Comet?"
Putila's face changed.
He felt the badness in his voice.
Taylors also noticed the coldness in the other's eyes.
He frowned slowly.
Where is not right.
But Taylors just took a deep breath and revealed a formula-like smile.
Putile around him frowned. He looked at Canbida and Tulleha, who had a bad face, but said nothing, and said to the group of white-faced guards who were not good-looking: This is the comet of Tells, the second prince of the Star Kingdom, under the blasphemy of Kessel..."
However, when Putilit had not finished, the man with the white cloak was unceremoniously interrupted.
"My name is Nie Lai, the commander of the White Blade Guard," said the man named Nilai Lai, shaking his head in a blank expression, bowing his head to Tels:
"A long time ago, people often said that the blood of the imperial royal family came from the gods, so it was the golden color of the scorpion. When it came out, it would even shine under the sun. So, is your blood golden? Will it shine?

Nilailai.
Putille and Wyatt have heard of this name.
Both he and the attendant were shocked to see each other.
And Tyres chewed Nilai's words, and some of them were unknown.
Golden blood?
WTF?
"I don't know," Taylors smiled. "After all, I didn't flow through the blood."
"Still, you - the guardian of King Nunn, I want to see me bleeding?"
The second prince did not back down to withstand the other party's words.
It’s strange.
"Hey," Nie Lai chuckled, and his face immediately returned to coldness: "I also know a comet, you are too far away from him."
Puttier took a deep breath.
Wyatt silently stepped closer to Tells, staring at Nilai.
Tyres turned to look at Putili's reaction, and his heart was full of doubts... and vigilance.
Who is this man?
And... Taylors thought about his words, a slight glimpse.
Is the difference too far?
What does it mean.
"Iridium?"
The second prince raised his brow. He looked at Nie Lai's costume and remembered the identity of the other person as a king. He cautiously asked: "What do you mean is...Midir's comet? My uncle ?"
"No, I am talking about the sword of retrospectives," Nie Lai raised her eyes and extended her left hand, and clicked on her right shoulder. The face was pale and pale: "Twelve years ago, he had a sword on my shoulder. ... almost cut my shoulder blade."
Tyres’ face changed.
It is also a witness to the battlefield between Stars and Exeter in a year.
It seems that I have suffered a lot under the hands of Horace Comet.
His ray of light swept across the opposite of Camby, Tulha, and swept the surrounding Exeter.
From the attack supply line, hit the three lines of the Grand Duke of Exeter, stabbed Tulha, and snatched the bow. In the end, the soldiers under his command even killed the former Dasha.
The grievances of Horace and Exeter seem to be too rich and colorful.
"Survey of the Light" Horace Comet - his second son, in the end of Exeter, how much similar "legacy" was left for him?
Taylors had to cough and keep a constant smile and nodded: "Unfortunately."
On one side, Putilit frowned, and Taylors noticed that Tulleha behind Nikola was exhaling gently.
"No, there is nothing to regret." Nie Lai faintly said: "In any case, I am even with him."
Putty bit his teeth and cast a sharp eye on the man in front of him.
This man... I will mention this when I meet for the first time?
Is it ready to deter?
Unclear in the heart of the move.

Is it even?
he cautiously said:
What do you mean?

Putilai sighed - this made Ters feel extremely ominous.
"Ah," I saw that Nimule’s eyes were blooming with horrible coldness:
"I slaughtered him - just on the battlefield of Lehman."
The expression of Tyres is at this moment.
Really bad.
He secretly said to himself.
"So we are evening out - I am with Horace."
Nie Lai's pale face showed a smile like a smile. He raised his right hand and clicked on his left chest:
"Like this, a thorn, another twist, and then pulled out obliquely..."
"You should look at his expression before he died..."
Tyres frowned and began to look at the commander of the White Blade Guard.
Kill the people of Horace.
The enemy of the comet's royal family.
"The last proof..."
Nicholas squinted and gave a soft breath:
"Even if it is the royal family, even if it was the former royal family, their blood is not golden... and when it is sprayed..."
Nie Lai’s stunned man’s mouth, a cold smile, overlooking the taylor, slowly said:

It’s all bright red.

Tyres looked ugly at the pale man.
The unconcealed aggression of the other party made him uncomfortable.
However, now, as the best expression of the Star Prince - it should be expressionless.
"Let me introduce it to you, His Royal Highness and everyone," said the Viscount Candida, who sighed a long sigh. He shook his head slightly and stepped forward: "This is Lord Serre Niely, we One of Exeter's famous 'five wars'."
"People call him..."
Cambida looked at the ugly face of the stars and reluctantly raised his eyebrows:
"‘Stars.’
Nie Lai looked at Tyres with a burning gaze.
Like a hunter looking at his prey.
Tyres’s heart was slightly cold.
Comet?
"We will save the meaningless chills, the imperial people," Niely slowly said: "Now, we will you to Longyan."
Taylors a glimpse.
"Of course," the second prince looked at Nilailai in front of him, and nodded his mind in a complicated way: "If this is the wish of Nunn."
It’s just that he’s in his heart.
King Nunn actually sent such a person to greet himself.
For his future in Longyan City, Taylors suddenly had an ominous premonition.
"Wait, according to the rules and etiquette," Puttier took a step forward seriously: "The envoys that we sent out must be in the formal, matching status, with the occupants of Exeter... ..."
"There is so much nonsense."
Niely broke the words of the deputy without any politeness.
"I don't have time to waste."
The next moment, Tells saw Nie Lai's look, and the cloak behind him shook.
"Please believe me... This is for your safety, ‘Prince’.
Serri Niely, the comet, this pale man snorted with a cold smile.
He gave a sigh of anger to the uncertain star, and ordered the Whiteblade guard behind him:
"Take him up."
what?
Tyres widened his eyes.
No sword recently reached an agreement with the neighbor's dog.
When no sword is busy, or wants to be lazy, it is written by the code word.
So seeing some levels of decline, the narrative is unclear, obviously it is not a chapter without swords and writing standards - no hesitation, it must be the dog code, it is its pot!
I will reduce the amount of the subscription according to the amount of subscription, to properly deduct the dog food paid to it.
Yes, it is like that.
Strictly warned, the next chapter will have a meat-selling plot, please readers who should not look at it consciously shield it.
(End of this chapter)