Vol 2 Chapter 193: Six and a half

Chapter 193 six and a half
In the early morning, on the deserted street, Tyres gasped and walked through an alley to a larger lane.
Edda...
Edda she...should be no problem, even though she looked unreliable, but in the birch woods, she did not alone seize a polar blood race.
I can't be distracted, I don't think too much, and I can't help it too - Tyres is desperate to get rid of his worries.
He suddenly felt a little thirsty.
Thales grabbed a handful of snow and, according to the habit of wintering on the streets of the former nephews, he slammed into his mouth.
The prince who was frozen and licked his mouth twitched his chin painfully, raised his head and asked the little slicker: "Here is... is it the West Chi Avenue?"
However, the latter just lowered his head in a sullen mood and said nothing.
It was easy for Tyres to turn the snow into water and swallow it.
He looked at the slick slick, and he was worried.
From the tragedy in the court, to the catastrophe of the disasters, and the blood of the king's assassination and closeness, this terrible night has already scared the poor child.
For her, this is too...
Don't say it's a small slippery – even if it's yourself, isn't it on the verge of collapse?
All this, how did all this start?
Rumba, he started to send himself to the north of Longyan City, and planned everything, the purpose is to assassinate the king and launch a coup?
How did he do it?
The troops of a full two thousand people, if they started in the name of escorting themselves, were not noticed... When he came to the city with his army, was it the vassal aristocrats outside the city, the civilians, the soldiers’ bureaucrats, Are you ignorant?
King Nunn looked at a very savvy king. The disturbing Kashan Granny did not seem to be a simple character. How could they allow their kings to have such a fatal safety leak?
unless……
Taylors remembered the terrible answer.
No way.
He swallowed his throat slowly, took a small slick and continued to walk, and decided to think differently.
I have attracted a magician, isn't it?
The accidents caused by Giza and Ahidah directly ruined the entire shield area and involved most of the energy of Longyan City.
Yes, so King Nunn will leave the Palace of the Spirit and come to the shield area - therefore, the king is assassinated, is the person who wants to back the pot is me?
Taylors was shocked by his own thoughts.
If it’s really because of me and Giza, then Lamba’s luck is too good!
The second prince looked at his embarrassed escape and sighed: This is the legend: self-made, can't live?
Thales licked his forehead, and even the "super power" brain, which is still a good use, is a bit uncomfortable at the moment.
He sighed and had to put down these things for a while, and to fight hard in the extreme exhaustion and hardship, and explore the way forward.
This should be the Xichi Avenue - if you remember correctly, this seven-bend, eight-wheeled, empty street is a winding area.
Edda said that as long as it passes through it, it will go to the blockade line for the disaster, and there should be people who can meet the king.
Tyres thought hesitated here.
But she also said that those patrols, or guys wearing patrol costumes, are suspicious and don't know how many people are loyal to Lombard.
Best not to believe.
Even those who are loyal to Walton can easily reveal their information to Lombard.
The once-famous Nunn King can no longer protect them.
Ugh.
It is ironic that he took the granddaughter of King Exeter, but he escaped in the kingdom of the North, and even the trustworthy people could not find it.
It is imperative to find credible people, seek help, return to the Palace of the Spirit, return to Putier's side, and inform the people who are still loyal to Walton in Longyan.
Tyres has a footstep.
He looked at the front not far, a signboard on the corner of the street, his face changed and he remembered something.
When King Nunn can no longer protect us...
I saw a black short-handled dagger on the signboard in front of it. Under the signboard was a huge wooden window that was tightly closed and a very narrow door on one side.
Taylors narrowed his eyes and a conversation once passed through his mind.
[If you encounter a crisis that cannot be turned around in Exeter... even if King Nunn can't save you...]
Tyres shines.
It is here.
The next moment, he took a small slick and walked toward the signboard.
"Hey! Hey! Hey!"
Tyres knocked the big wooden window under the dagger's sign.
Although the residents were evacuated under the martial law, if the owner here really did, as he heard, "do things that often violate the law"...
no respond.
"Hey! Hey! Hey!"
Taylors knocked again three times.
Still no one responded.
The prince frowned and reached out again.
"Hey! Hey! Hey!"
In the growing sound of knocking on the window, the little slick seems to have come back, only to see her confusedly: "Ah... where are we?"

A butcher shop on the Xichi Avenue,
Taylor said shortly:
Someone? We need help!

"Hey! Hey! Hey!"
He knocked on the window several times.
However, there is still no response.
The original expectations of Tyres slowly fell.
Ugh.
He looked at the sign and sighed.
Probably also been evacuated.
Under the strange look of the little slipper, Taylors pulled her up in disappointment and turned away from the butcher shop.
But he took a step and he stopped and slammed.
"What's wrong?" asked the little slipper.
Tyres turned sharply and shouted at the signboard with the dagger:
"Six and a half!"
no respond.
Tyres bit his teeth and shouted again:
"Six and a half ah! Six and a half!"
Probably shouting a little loudly, Tyres gasped and patted his chest.
But still no response.
On the empty streets, only two of them.
Taylors lowered his head in disappointment.
Forget it.
Probably he...
Just at this time.
The sound of a wooden board rubbed, and then the sound of the door bolt opened.
"Hey."
The little slicker subconsciously hid behind him, and Teres looked up in surprise.
The wooden window opened.
Have……
someone here?
In the window, a black-eyed, black-faced man with a flat face stared at them badly.
Let Tyres feel hairy.
and many more.
This is an……
Far East people?
"What are you guys?"
"How do you know this?"
The words of the Far East man have an obvious Northland accent, and the tone is a little impatient, just like he is facing a lot of trouble: "Six and a half?"
Taylors glimpsed.
Someone...
Someone!
He stared at the Far East man until the other side made a desire to close the window. Taylors reacted and excitedly said: "Wait... that... we are, we are friends of Kaslan!"
"This word is what Kaslan told us! He said that when we need help, come here and say this secret..."
The Far East men picked up their small eyes, as if to look at them carefully.
"You are, that is..." Thales scratched his head and remembered the encounter in the heroic pub. After a few seconds, it was not easy to find out a few words from his mind: "Mr. Gu, right?"
"We need help!"
The Far East man - Gu sighed, still staying in the shadow behind the window, watching them quietly.
"Please!" Taylors was anxious.
After a while, Gu Yu opened his mouth.
"Cassian's friend, isn't it?" The man from the Far East snorted and said slowly:
"come in."

At the junction of the squad and the shield, a battle between the extremes has opened a thrilling curtain.
"call--"
The knife is fierce.
Edda leaped in the air and rushed toward Kaslan.
Her scimitar draws an arc and passes over the tip of the nose.
The former commander of the Whiteblade Guards leaned back, and the expressionless Kaslan flashed across the knife in his head.
Although the blade is only one inch away from his nose.
"Get up in battle, this is suicide."
Kaslan faintly, he danced two meters of scorpion guns in an instant, but there was no cumbersome and sluggish feeling.
The pistol was even shaken by him!
The wind whistled.
The gunpoint is like a life, and it slams toward the elf.
Like many extreme masters, but a few seconds, the offensive and defensive moments of translocation.
"That is for humans." Edda disdain in the air.
In the next second, she took the incredible flexibility and climbed the front of the scorpion gun with one hand, and exerted her hand slightly.
The dark gunpoint of the sorcerer’s gun crossed the dangerous and dangerous way from her ear.
Edda hangs his body on the rifle, like a piece of erratic clothing, and as Kaslan dances, he rises in the wind.
Kaslan’s arms swelled incredibly powerful and spurred!
Edda seemed to have been hit and attacked from a long gun.
Kaslan’s rifle did not stop at all, like a viper that attacked again, piercing the air and slamming into the air at the waist of Edda!
But Edda once again showed a bat-like dexterity, only to see her in the air, leaning back, pulling back and bending into a "C" shape.
"Peng!"
The gun head broke through the air and made a loud noise.
However, Kaslan’s life-long rifle just spurred the hollow of Eda’s
C
posture and swept her back.
Cleverly and skillfully stabbed.
Kaslan frowned, and the rifle was a hit!
Eda once again stretched out his left hand and took the handle of the scorpion gun. In the direction of the Kaslan rifle, the supple body was like a slingshot!
With the left hand as the center of the circle, she seemed to swing like a swing, and swayed through the stun gun, only to fly backwards by the inertia of centrifugation.
If Taylors is here, he will probably scream and scream: "You will play the horizontal bar!"
The elf turned over a bucket in the air and landed steadily.
"boom!"
Kaslan’s long-gun gun head landed and smashed into the stone brick.
This thrilling round ends here.
Edda stood up with her scimitar, and the cloak had fallen to the back of the neck in the violent spurt, revealing the soft, white hair of the scorpion.
Kaslan turned his rifle and his face was unchanged.
"I have played with the enemies of Baishan, and I have seen the savvy kingdom's comers," the old man of the pub slowly said. "But your skin color... is neither a white elf nor a elf."
Edda looked up to reveal her delicate girl face and a pair of sharp ears.
"You are a holy elf, right?" Kaslan exhaled a breath and adjusted the position of the gun: "Of course, I have never seen the high elves and gray elves of the East, but I think, you can only From the sacred tree kingdom, the prince of the stars will be protected."
"Guess it is good," Edda snorted, watching the eyes of the stun gun full of jealousy, "Northern little boy."
Kaslan nodded and smiled.
"The sacred tree kingdom is worthy of the generational ally of the Star Kingdom and the royal family," said the old man. "Is it still providing them with extreme security?"
Edda's face changed.
"Hey," the elf swayed the scimitar with a look of discomfort: "What guards! I am them - the group of kids who are looking for grandfather, grandmother, daddy, mother, and gold. Extreme master!"
Caslan brows.
"The Lifetime Honorary Instructor of the Star Royal Guards!" The elf pointed the scimitar at himself, arrogantly saying: "Eda Rollacott Giselle Dulidos..."
But Edda’s words are like stuck, halfway.
Her pair of silver urns turned and eventually went to the ground in frustration.
"Oh, the name can't be remembered... just call it."
But Kaslan’s expression was dignified.
"It turned out to be the instructor of the Royal Guard," the old man pulled up the gun and looked at Edda's eyes differently: "Our white-guard squad used to say that in addition to the glacier whistle, if there is any army in the world enough And the elite White Blade Guard, and the 'Dragon Guardian' face each other..."
Kaslan sighed and missed her eyes:
"There are only those of you who are commonly known as the "Guardian of the Emperor" - the Star Royal Guard."
"Oh, ah," Edda licked his hand and seemed to be a bit disdainful: "You remember that you are the White Blade Guard... When you guys fell down one by one, did you see it?"
Kaslan heard the painful color and his brows were close.
"They are all competent fighters, good children," the old man said sadly. "They just met the worst times, the worst fate."
Eda snorted: "You really dare to say this - the famous ‘撼地’ seems to be a traitor.

Kaslan closed his eyes tightly.
"Let's finish this battle... If we drag it too long, our people will arrive, and there will be no chance of a fair fight at that time." His voice was so tired.
Eddam silently, just looking at him coldly.
"There are not many times in the history of 'Long Wei' and 'Dai Wei' - I was very honored to play with your Sakuel when I was young, so I am very honored," Kaslan opened his eyes and said seriously. The white hair flashed in the glimmer of dawn: "Eda instructor."
"Sakuel?" Edda's face changed, seemingly recalling: "Is it a runny nose, a lazy boy on the training ground every day... I said that I used to punish him often..."
"He is the famous 'Penal Knight' of the Stars," Kaslan said with a smile: "I have never heard of him since 12 years ago."
Edda’s face was a glimpse.
"That guy, in the bones of the West," the elf sighed: "It is estimated that this life will not come out... that silly boy..."
Kaslan gave a slight glimpse.
"What?" The old man muttered.
"It's a pity." Kaslan closed his eyes with regret: "He is a good opponent."
The next moment, the battle will start again.
Kaslan’s rifle fired without warning, and instantly shot three shots!
They all aimed at Edda’s legs.
"Peng! Peng! Peng!"
The tip of the gun was three times, and it stirred up countless gravel.
But Edda is like a singular and elegant dance step, even stepping on six steps, each step just right to avoid the smashing of the soul gun.
In the gravel splash, Edda did not retreat, but stepped on the dodging pace, approaching Kaslan's side!
Offensive and defensive.
"Hey!"
With a long shot and no recycling, Edda used a slashing knife to smash the head of Kaslan.
The legendary commander of the White Blade Guard calmly turned and ducked.
His experienced eyes never left Edda's shoulders.
Sure enough, with the action of Edda, the knife light was folded three times in the air!
Each time it is turned to the direction that Kaslan is ready to dodge.
However, Kaslan still passed the dangerous knives of these three turns with his superb eyesight and intuition.
The knife wind swept past the old man's face.
Take away his white hair.
Kaslan’s rifle was finally recovered, the old man raised his arms and the long gun opened a big circle around his body!
"Tear off!" The tip of the gun dragged on the ground and screamed.
However, Edda has already had two backflips and jumped away from the scope of the attack.
The intense round of offensive and defensive exchanges was over and the two polarities stopped again.

Good flexibility and agility,
Kaslan sighed.
Good sense of fighting, the knife is steady, and it’s very light.

"It is really the dual advantage of the elves and women."
Edda chuckled and carefully observed the other's face.
"If you look down on a woman, you will suffer."
The two stood on both sides of the street, quietly looking at each other, and mentioning the taboos in their hearts to the highest, all estimating the next battle in their hearts.
"Dare," Kaslan respectfully said: "I am also a person who lives in the same era as the heart of the rain."
"But it's not the quality that the elves should have. It's not surprising." The old man said faintly.
Edda's pupils shrank slightly.
"What surprised me the most," Kaslan watched the ground, his eyes focused on the three holes that had just been laid out: "It’s that every attack and defense you actually have for me is just right, no drag, almost perfect."
"Ah," Edda shrugged, shaking a pair of pointed ears: "I am very good."
"Haha, is that?" Kaslan’s expression changed, showing a hearty smile.
"Attack your legs to suppress your agility."
"Inciting gravel is to hinder your dexterity."
"The last long gun ring sweep is to try to seize the opportunity you are approaching and start killing."
The old man’s approval also nodded.
But you cleverly avoided the stab of the leg, but also rushed over, cleverly flashed through the back of the gravel, launched a counterattack, and even the last ring sweep just right to escape.

Kaslan looked up and stared at Edda.
"My three goals are related to each other, but one has not been achieved."
"This can't be explained by reaction or experience," he said slowly. "Even if it's Shao and the heart of the rain, it's not so easy to face my offense."
"There is only one answer left."
Eda's expression remained the same, and the scimitar on his hand slowly squeezed.
The three sets of recent moves are really very hot.
but……
Just listening to Kaslan, I heard a sigh of relief, and there was a ripple in the voice: "You know my next move and plan beforehand, and then you can make a perfect response, right?"
Edda’s face changed.
No way.
This old man...
How long have we been fighting?
Kaslan smirked.
This second, as if the legendary ‘撼地’ returned to his battlefield when he was young.
"I have heard that the odds of abilities in the elves are much higher than those of humans - it's an interesting phenomenon, isn't it," the old man re-invigorated the stun gun, burning in the war for years that he had never had before. "There are a wide variety of them, and the unique ability of each is different."
Edda's face sank completely.
Previously, I only focused on the fierce guns of the fierce name.
But now it seems that compared with the soul...
She underestimated this "squatting".
I used to hear that after he left the Tower of the End, he led the White Blade Guard and had a legendary reputation on the battlefield.
but……
Just listening to Kaslan's eyes flashing, but the tone is calm and authentic:
"But I did not expect that there will be such magical abilities."
Edda sighed.
"Eda instructor, you are an actor - no, you are a polar world, so you must be called a power warrior," Kaslan looked at Edda's silver eyes, in an unquestionable tone, definitely:
"You will read your heart.
Excuse me, last night, the water dragon had been empty for a long time, and the update was late.
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(End of this chapter)