Vol 2 Chapter 192: Little elders

Chapter 192, the lesser elders
blood……
It’s blood...
Tyres twitched out his right hand, touched a slimy face, and looked at the cold blood on his hand. He only felt that even breathing was not his own.
"There are people everywhere in the shield... the nasty north..."
This is the voice of Edda.
It is like coming from a long distance.
"Listen to the kid, even if the disaster... Putty still arranges the manpower to search for you, the of the Casso family and the dumb dumb around you, even the veterans of the Stars..."
The second prince was swiftly marching under the arm of the elf guard, flashing a place of gravel and broken wood, and even the body.
Tyres tried to breathe. He turned his head and saw the little slicker being smashed on the other side of Edda. His face was stunned and his hand was clutching her glasses.
"...only I came to the shield to find someone here, but I didn't expect such a big change. What happened to the soldiers? Why did you start with you and the Whiteblade?"
Do not.
They are not starting with me and the White Blade Guard.
Tyres thought dumbly, the smell in his nose didn't go long.
This reminds him of the deep ditch around the waste house and the inside of Giza's "tentacles", which are almost the same flesh and blood.
They are starting to go to the king of Nunn.
"Speaking kid!" Edda folded a corner and asked impatiently: "What happened?"
occur……
what?
In the overwhelmed exhaustion, Taylors tried to organize his memory.
He remembered Campida's smile.
I remember the sound of the black sands leading the soldiers in the hands.
I remember the countless shadows that were shot in front of me.
And the numbness tremble that spreads from the scalp all the way to the neck and shoulders.
Eda took them with both hands and finally rushed out of the ruins of the shield. There were neat and unspoiled streets and houses in front of them, but there was no one left. The king’s evacuation order and martial law were obviously effective. .
The Elf Guard is in the block that is better than the shield area and does not know how many times the left and right turn, skillfully and dexterously find the way forward.
However, Tyres is still immersed in the shocking memories of the past, and it is difficult to extricate himself.
In that few tenths of a second, the only four white-edged guards couldn't even make tactical moves.
They just turned their arms and did not hesitate. The four men crouched around each other and used their bodies to keep themselves and the little slick head tight.
Tyres remembered that he and the little slicker were unconsciously clinging together, fearing helplessness, and their vision was firmly covered by the guards.
Then, the sound of countless arrows into the flesh sounded in the ear.
Just like the big market near the west gate of Yongxing City, the meat-selling butcher, every morning, cuts the sound of fresh meat.
Tyres shuddered and shuddered to breathe a cold air.
He remembers the faces of the guards.
I remember the shuddering body and the paler face under the arrow.
I remember their resentment and resentment in the eyes, remembering that they arrived at the end, it seems to be a life-like look.
It’s just that they are surrounded by rain and snow, not by arrows.
Taylors also remembers the arrows from the guards' bodies—shoulders, necks, and belly—when they are worn out.
Even the head of a guard was shot through, the arrow was piercing through his left eyelid, and the warm blood splattered the face of Tells.
The bright red arrow stopped in front of the right eye of Taylors.
The little slick at that time closed his eyes and hugged him.
The guards squinted, coughing up blood, and some even showed a smile.
They hold each other, they are soft and fall, and they don’t wake up.
"You have to live, the imperial," Taylors remembered a guard who bit his teeth and grabbed his neckline, remembering his breathlessness: "Protect her and let them pay the price..."
He also remembers the last young guardian, sorrowful and angry, standing up from the bodies of the three robes, carrying five or six arrows and the last force on his body, slamming the knife into the enemy group.
The guards used the final fate to counterattack, and the soldiers who held the steps were killed for a while.
Campida's anger is ringing in the crowd.
Taylors thought of pulling the little slicker and climbing away from the remains of the guards.
He remembered that he was dying, and he was about to collapse, remembering the last tragedy for the white-guard guards behind them.
Even when Eda appeared from the ruins on the side, it was not known that he and the little slicker rushed out of the chaotic crowd.
Until... now.
Tyres was dull and his mind was over-the-top, looking at the little slick that was also scared.
He unconsciously reached out his hand and wiped the blood on his face.
There is only one dry blood stain.
I thought that the battle in the birch forest was enough to be thrilling. The breakthrough before the fortress was enough, and the confrontation with Giza was enough to shock people.
but……
In the birch woods, he was preyed to be kidnapped by Selena. Before the fortress, Arak had used his unstoppable breakthrough to kill his birth. Even if he had just, there were black swords and mysterious magic and strange. The Net World Front escorted him.
However, until the blood is so close to himself, others will die in front of one inch, the White Blade Guards will be wiped out, and the tragic and roaring moments will come and see, and Taylors will discover that just this is so annoying, so painful, It is so unbearable.
Edda suddenly stopped and put him and the little slick on the clean, empty street.
Their eyes are in the corner of a street, but Edda has no intention of moving forward.
The elf under the cloak turned his head and stared at the road without a figure.
"What's wrong?" Teres looked up indefinitely and tried to consolidate his emotions.
"We were eyeing," Edda replied silently under her cloak. "Trying to lick him several times, with little success."
The words are fluent, but the tone is with dignity that Teres has never encountered before.
Tyres’s face changed, and the little slicker looked down at his blood-stained glasses and said nothing.
"So?" the prince asked tentatively.
"So, let's go first." Edda patted his shoulder easily.
"I went to him," the elf felt a color in the hands of Tyres. She screamed at the disgusting hand: "Resolve the tail and catch up with you."
Taylors a glimpse.
you go first.
He remembered the Red Square Street that night.
The girl with a double knife also said the same to him.
"The enemy is strong, right?" Taylor said slyly:
"You are not sure to beat him? So can we let us go first?"
Edda under the cloak didn't move, it seemed to stun.
The cold wind blew through the empty streets, and the sky was getting brighter, giving out a slight glaucoma that was unique in the morning.
A few seconds later, Edda suddenly raised his right hand and knocked at his head.
"Boom!"
Once again, Edda's knuckles slammed his forehead heavily.
But this time, Taylors did not block the action of Edda, but silently let the other person knock out his fingers.
"Hey?" Edda was a bit strange to Tell's reaction: "How can you stop it?"
Tyres shook his head heavily and felt the burning pain on his forehead.
As if this made him feel that he is still alive.
"Otherwise, you won't be assured that we will run alone." He lost his way.
Edda seems to be a little angry, she lifts her right hand again and makes a desire to knock.
But Tyres did not move.
Edda’s hand stopped in the air.
After a few seconds, she sighed in disappointment and put her finger down.
"Hey, you are really boring," the lady in the cloak said helplessly: "It’s just as boring as the dead fisheye of Judith."
"So this is true?" Taylors took a deep breath and said: "Is the enemy strong?"
"Cut." Edda, as always, is full of action, and she shrugged her hand in exaggeration to show a relaxed and indifferent attitude.
The elf is also a fan, and he has fanned himself to the wind: "The guy with the exposed head is so powerful."
"As for you, less to worry about adults," Edda fanned the wind in the cold weather, saying: "Moreover, as a prince, you will grow up sooner or later, not always protected by me. ""
Taylors bowed his head.
"Don't think too much," Edda's voice slowly descended, and the 'fan' hand was slowly lowered:
"This time, it is my test for you."
At that moment, Taylors felt a little sad.
It's like something stuck in the chest.
"I know," he pulled the little slipper's hand and choked: "Let's go first, wait for you to catch up."
I have been used to it, isn't it?
The tone of Edda’s lowness rises again:
"Come on, turn this corner, go to Xichi Avenue, and pass the avenue is the blockade line. Although I don't recommend you to find those patrols, I don't know what attitude they are..."
"If you can't do it, hide for a while, other people are looking for you, they will pay special attention to the children... When you meet Rolf or the young boys of Wyana, you are safe..."
"As for me..." Edda stunned a meal:
"I will come soon."
Taylors bowed his head and said nothing.
In the next second, he seemed to make up his mind, and he took a small slippery head and ran away.
But Taylors suddenly stopped.
It seems strange that Edda, looking at his back, turned his head.
"Hey, Edda," Taylors turned hard: "I know you may not like me to ask, but I want to figure it out..."
Edda forked up.
"Excuse me, you are..."
Tyres took a deep breath and solemnly said: "You are, the swearing-offer, the queen of Midier IV, is one of my former great-grandmothers?"
When this statement came out, even the little slick that was walking away could not help but look up.
silence.
Edda’s face under the cloak is not really cut.
After a few seconds, the Elf Guard sighed.
"Hey, stinky kid," Edda looked up and let Tells see her unusually fine and smooth white chin, only to listen to her faintly:
"Things about the elders."
Taylors glimpsed.
Immediately, he licked his lips and revealed an ugly smile.
The next moment, Tyres grabbed the small slick and ran trot on the head and disappeared around the corner.
Edda looked at Taylors and disappeared in front of him, only to breathe out a deep breath.
But she turned her head and screamed for a shudder!
coming.
Edda’s alert moment mentioned the highest.
Her gaze swept through the empty streets, from the corner to the roof, the alley to the low wall, and never let go.
It’s terrible.
The tingling and numbness from the skin tells her that the other person is a jealous character.
How long have you not encountered such a powerful enemy?
When I was with Kayla to kill the wild mountain?
"Come out," Edda said lightly. "I feel you."
The footsteps sounded.
A tall figure emerged from the corner and was exposed to her eyes.
Edda's pupils are miniature.
"It's you," the elf exhaled, and the words were ironic and disdainful: "The tavern owner."
Kaslan looked at Edda indifferently.
"I heard that you are the old-fashioned White Blade Guard," Edda snorted and screamed on the ‘old qualifications’:
‘撼地’, right?

"Although I wear a cloak, I can see it - you are an elf," Kaslan whispered, with a thick and ruthless voice: "As an eternal life, the qualifications must be deeper than me."
Eddaton words.
She spit out a sigh of relief and pulled out her delicate scimitar.
"I heard that you killed the ‘human slaughter,
Syrah Hideri?
Eda did not care:
It’s strong.

"That is the battle I am most proud of," Kaslan nodded, getting closer:
"Of course, part of the honor is due to this stuff..."
The figure of the old man was completely exposed from the corner, and he had a long stick on his hand.
Do not.
Edda frowned.
That is not a stick.
"This is my former comrade and partner."
"Syrah Darkley is dying from it," Kaslan lifted his weapon and showed off its dark, sturdy gun head, slowly:
"The gun of the soul."
Edda glimpsed.
kill……
Soul...
The elf took a look at his face.
The next second, she showed an ugly smile.
he.
mom.
of.
Edda took a deep breath and put her hands on her hips, posing the position she thought was the most relaxed.
"Hey..."
"Speaking of the Dark Thunder tribe that was passed down from ancient times, in the past, it was a powerful tribe who was qualified to compete for the throne." The elf squinted and smiled uncomfortably. As the old man approached, she unconsciously pulled The posture of combat: "It is not easy for you."
"You seem to have experience with the orcs?" Kaslan sighed and his footsteps began to slow down.
"Dark Ray tribe? Of course."
Edda waved a scimitar and put an indifferent posture.
"When my father led the army to help humans, the first tribe he encountered was the dark thunder," the elf snorted: "The father cut their heads..."
"...just like cutting vegetables!" I saw Eda slashing four knives in the air, and spit in the mouth:
"Hey, two!"
Kaslan stopped and squinted at the elf's sword.
He slowly turned the long gun on his hand.
"Hey, I can't lie!" The elf yelled at the same time, while carefully observing the other person's posture and breathing.
Well, no lying.
Except for one point - Edda is secretly in the bottom of my heart.
At that time...
I have not been born yet.

Rumba stood in the ruins and frowned, as always, not laughing.
In front of his eyes was a corpse of a place, a white-bladed guard, and a black-sand-collar soldier—his subordinates were busy carrying the body back and forth.
Dagong’s body was quietly lying with the cold body of King Nunn, covered with the gray cloak unique to the White Blade Guard.
Rumba looked down at King Nunn and looked at his old scabbard. His look was complicated.
"We lost twenty-eight people," Viscount Kambida walked behind the Grandpa of Lombard and whispered: "There are fifteen people seriously injured - they must lie down, four people are slightly injured, and fighting is unhindered."
Rumba did not say a word.
"We underestimated the strength of the White-Winged Guards to swear and fight, and overestimated our own strength," Campida sighed. "The emergence of the dragon, the shock to the soldiers is too great - if not for us In the past few years of drills and propaganda, I am afraid there will be people who will turn their backs."
Lord Lombard raised his head and removed his gaze from his king.
"A dozen white-guard squadrons have stunned us at the border standing army that we are proud of." Dagong slowly twisted his neck and inhaled the chill of the dawn of Longyan City: "How does Sariton break through the white blade?" The Guard, who killed Nun in the guards of these people?"
Cambida lowered his eyes.
"You know, they are Sariton," Lord Viscount respectfully nodded. "Fortunately, many of the White Blade Guards have been damaged or lost in the chaos caused by the disaster."
"But, at least confirmed, our Majesty has passed away." Rumba's grandmother was serious, and he looked up and looked at the tallest building in the entire city.

How long is there left?
Dagong said faintly, with a majesty in his words.
Campida is very respectful.
"At most two hours at the top," Viscount Canbida replied quickly to this seemingly unfounded question:
"Without receiving a reply from the king, the General Order Office and the Chief Prosecutor will be suspicious, and then send people to the shield to search. Of course, Urad's people can think of ways to delay, and the Dragon Wing Square and even the people there can Give them some trouble."
Cambyda seems to know everything about it, and the chief murderer of the Grand Duke continues:
"After four hours, if there is no result, the poor Prime Minister, the Count of Brisbane, will definitely start to gather troops, and even gather the standing army, just to stabilize the chaos that may be caused by the disappearance of the king - but he does not have the king's warrant, plus The ban imposed by the scourge, a large number of recruits will be excluded."
"But if it is six hours, I think, the truth will be invisible. The movement of more than a thousand of us will be detected. As soon as the order is given, the priests who are still loyal to Walton will be able to receive Soldiers into the city - it is impossible to face confrontation. The soldiers are emotionally unstable. One face, we will be defeated because of casualties, exhaustion and low morale."
"We have less than 2,000 people. Even if we take a solid gate, I am afraid I can't hold it for a long time." In the end, Kambida carefully concluded for his own words: "You must make a quick decision."
Under the gray sky, the Grandpa of Lombard looked at the outline of the Palace of the Spirit, and his expression was still frosty.
"Half day," Rumba snorted: "Enough."
The grandfather turned and took a cloak to reveal the chain inside him. He took the tough pace of the warrior and headed for the direction of the Palace of the Spirit.
Cambyda and the other subordinates followed the soldiers tightly.
"Calling to other troops who have cleaned up the mess according to plan, Tulha, Urad, Croish, let them go with Lewan and Bitz - they should be prepared almost," Dagong walked, cold Cold order:
"Whether it is a clever take or a strong attack, before 8 o'clock, you must take the gate between the axe area and the Palace of the Spirit!"
Kambida nodded respectfully.
"According to the plan, let the words go out, this will give us time."
Rumba strode across a pit and the words were cut: "Nine o'clock, before ten o'clock, all this must end!"
Cambya nodded and ordered the people around him.
After a few seconds, the commander took the lead.
"There is a little more..." Campida whispered: "The news just got, about the prince of the stars."
Lord Lombard turned his head and looked at his murderer with a strange expression.
"It's them," Cambida looked up, his eyes showing a strange color: "They said, I want the boy."
"To live."
Rumba has a footstep.
He turned his head and looked at the direction in which Tels and Edda disappeared, thoughtfully.
(End of this chapter)