Vol 2 Chapter 247: Game

Chapter 247
Yingling Palace, in front of the hero hall.
In a tense atmosphere, the confrontation between the black sand collar and the other big public parties continues.
Centered on the main entrance of the stone hall, people stand in a clear way: the subordinates of the Dagong and the guards of the palace occupy the inner ring, and the people of the black sand collar surround them on the outside. Both sides are glaring at each other, many The palms of the people are pressed on the blade, and they are on standby, the shields are erected, ready to go.
And it all depends on the crucial conversation between the five grand princes in the stone hall.
Even in this case, the Viscount of the city of Munden in the black sand collar, Lhasa Cambyda is one of the few people who can still hold their breath - at least with the flickering light on his side, the female swordsman who plays with his fingers Compared with Luo Ai Xi, the Viscount Kambida seemed to be calm and not nervous.
Until a sentry scout, the latest news was passed into his ears, causing Camby to frown.
The viscount thought a little, then waved to Crowey, his face dignified to the corner, and sent someone to find the fire knight Tulleha.
The three gathered, and Camby took a deep breath and carefully said what he had heard.

The news came from the sentinel of Gongmen,
said the Viscount Kambida, who lowered his voice and said in a low voice:
Someone broke into the gate.

"It is very likely that it has invaded the Palace of the Spirit."
As soon as this statement came out, Croce's face changed slightly, his eyes flashed, and Tuleha showed a thoughtful expression.

Into the gates?
The female swordsman worried: "What is wrong with our defense?"
Cambida shook his head: "I don't know, but the gate is still in our hands."
"It's funny," Tulleha looked up, with a slight anger in his voice: "The Earl Lewan is sometimes overconfident, but Urad should be able to make up for his shortcomings."
"This is what I am worried about," Campida sighed:
"A noble count and a commander from a civilian prisoner - they can't get along very well."
Croy's eyes are moving:

How many people are there in the intruder?

Cambida looks subtle and does not seem to be certain: "Not much, it is said that no more than a dozen or even less."
The other two are in complete harmony.

So little?
Crowey frowned.
What are they doing?

Cambida shook his head and said no.
The fire knight snorted: "We have a big team in the palace, close to 500 people, most of them are heavy infantry and heavy knife axe, don't worry."
The Lord immediately narrowed his eyes: "The identity of the intruder? Location?"
As soon as the problem came out, Viscount Canbida took a deep breath and he showed his most polite smile and spoke cautiously.
It seems to be embarrassed about this issue.
"According to the description of the sentry post, it is very likely that there is a white-bladed guard left outside - perhaps there are comets, even those who are stars."
The Viscount shrugged and understated: "I guess they came back after robbing the prince."
Sure enough, after the "White Blade Guard" and even the "Star Comet" blurted out, Tulha's face became terrible - just like hearing a shame.
Cambida observed his face and cautiously said: "As for the position, they disappeared shortly after they came in, leaving only a carriage at the gate of the palace."
silence.
Even Crowey’s eyes were also under the eyes of Kambida.
Finally, Lord Toulha took a deep breath: "I went to them and gave me a guard - even four teams, one hundred."
At this moment, the fire knight seems to be really burning in both eyes: "This time, I will erase them all."
Cambida heard this and couldn't help but sigh deeply.
Croody picked an eyebrow.
Tulleha waited quietly for his answer.
Lord Viscount raised his arms and turned and looked at the door of the hall.
"Look at these people in front of you."
Cambida whispered.
Followed by his gaze, Tulleha turned to the hall and saw countless nervous soldiers on both sides, both sides.
He frowned.
I only listened to Campida’s calm and unquestionable:
The court guards, the white-bladed guards, and the servants of the Grand Dukes add up to more than two hundred people. This is not the warriors who have no heads outside. They know very well what they want to protect. ""
"If things change, they will fight to death."
"And Lord Dagong is here."
Cambida paused for a few seconds.
Tulleha kept silent and seemed to be thinking.
"In this game, the big men are the key," Cambida looked at Tulha's face and nodded:
"We must maintain an absolute advantage in the Hall of Heroes. Five hundred people are already very tight on the two hundred people. They can no longer take risks."
"And the four grandfathers are not fools. Any slighter move will reveal unnecessary information to them, which will hinder the plan of the Grand Duke."
Tulleha took a deep breath and closed his eyes.
The Viscount lord continued: "As long as Chen has a heavy armor and controls the hall, neither the intruder nor these people are injurious."
On the other hand, the female swordsman Kroaihi narrowed his eyes and said in a timely manner: "Why can't we bring more people? Maybe it is easier to fight?"
Cambida threw a glanced look at her.
"You said 'more people', but standing army instead of recruiting soldiers, madam," Campida turned to her, politely saying: "But we did not come to defend the court, nor prepared to take it. The gate was just because of the accident, but had to stand here."
He raised his gaze and sneaked to Tulleha intentionally or unintentionally: "The only task is to protect the Grand Duke."
Tuleha snorted.
"Then we look at it like this," Crowey tilted his lips and looked at the eyes of the Viscounts: "Is there a dozen flies in the palace?"
Cambida shook his head.
"Lord Dagong is fighting alone, and I am very confident in him," he nodded. "What we need to do is to stand behind him and reduce the accident."
This statement fell.
Both Camida and Croyes look to Tulleha.
A few seconds have passed.
Tulleha finally opened his eyes and spit out a long breath.
"You are the temporary commander appointed by the Grand Duke, and the title is higher than me." He only listened to the fire knight and said coldly: "What to do, you have the final say."
Listening to the answer from Leha, Kambida smiled.
"Very good," Viscount Kambida nodded, his voice was sincere and convincing: "Yes, we can indeed wait here, relying on heavy soldiers, waiting for work..."
His words immediately turned.
"But I think, if the opponent is the Lord of the Stars," Campida exhaled and smiled: "He won't be stupid enough to weaken and rely on thin forces to find the door to die."
Croix looked at him with a smile.
"Lord Lord, the respected lady, and even the one," Cambida's eyes flashed slightly, and the words were profound: "Let your fighting power stay in the army, and the role played in the melee will not be better than a few." How strong is the loyal warrior?"
"So," the Viscount's tone was full of temperament: "Are you ready?"
Tulha's eyes lit up and Crowey narrowed his eyes.
"No matter what those people want to do, desperate assassinations, desperate spoilers, or even sneak sneak," Campida looked into the corridor, looking at the road illuminated by the brazier, smiling: "We all Let them get busy."
"Innocent avatar."
"Nowhere to hide."
"Unable to get close."

In another place in the Palace of the Spirit, Taylors and others carefully waited in a remote corner.
The only remaining white-bladed guards were nervously cleaning up the wounds in the melee, and the stars soldiers dispersed and returned to the movement ahead.
"Is Niely standing there?"
Tyres frowned on the wall, thinking about an incredible scene: "Is dragging those hundreds of enemies?"
Melk raised his gaze.
"If he wants to keep the effect of the Blade of Broken Soul, yes."
The former leader of the board nodded, his face was serious and his tone was heavy: "The conditions of the legendary anti-magic armed are very demanding."
On the other side, Putilai sighed: "I think we lost a polar battle."
"The only extreme power."
Tyres frowned.
"He will be fine." Beside him, the little slicker fell to the ground.
After the melee, the Nie Lai turned and violently let them move on.
He continued to stay in the circle of Huang Mang, resisting the pursuit of the black sand collar.
Indeed, through the extraordinary play of Nilailai, they broke into the Palace of the Spirit.
But then...
Taylors took a deep breath.
"Go ahead," the prince gritted his teeth and pinched his fist: "Let's go to Lombard and go to the Grand Dukes."
"End this farce."
Raphael's voice came from behind them.
"At the moment, it seems to be a bit difficult."
Raphael showed a relaxed smile: "We just inquired about the situation in the two corridors ahead, although there is no enemy to arm, but..."
Raphael stopped the words, sweeping everyone, and the smile was not reduced.
Everyone frowned and waited for him.
"The movement is too big, we are likely to have alerted the enemy's warning whistle," Miranda came from behind him, faintly said: "The people in the Palace of the Spirit - Rumba probably already knows our existence."
Tyres sighed: "How many people are they in the palace?"
"There will be no more than the gates. After all, the pressure on the gates is even greater," Miranda looked at the prince, his eyes unconsciously tightening, revealing a trace of embarrassment: "But the worst estimate..."
"As much as the city gate."
Everyone is sinking.
"So, we are still in danger - even if I am mixed in with Slyley, the situation will not be good?" Taylors thinks of the black sand soldiers who are not afraid of death, and their wave The pursuit of the only irritability.
"That," Cohen picked an eyebrow and turned his eyes. "The uncle of the comet... can we call him back? Play the trick again?"
The White Blade Guards Qi Qi bowed to him.
Melk also squinted at him, meaning it goes without saying.
Cohen’s face was stiff, and he shrugged and smiled awkwardly:
I just asked.

When everyone was sullen, a familiar but strange voice sounded.
It is veteran Jainard.
"They didn't form a line of defense in front of the palace gate, nor did they have a patrol patrol corridor and aisle," the veteran of the Starry Legion squinted, and the recruit Wilo leaned against the wall beside him, facing the eyes of so many big men. It seems very nervous: "The Duke of John said, 'The enemy is where the enemy thinks.'"
"On the battlefield, this can explain a lot of problems."
Listening to his words, Putila's gaze was slightly moved.
Tyres shines: "What?"
"For example," Putier took over the veteran's words and sighed with a deep breath: "They are confident in the security of the gates and think that no one can cross the gate."
Tyres eyebrows pick: "Very good, at least, we don't have to worry about this issue anymore."
Putilit thought, his eyes could not blink: "Second, they must have more important things to do, and they are not allowed to disperse their strength."
"For example, deploying heavy troops to protect the most critical and most important places."
The most critical place.
Taylor’s heart moved and understood what.
"Just the commander said, the hall..." The prince remembered the melee: "I think, Lombard is in the hero hall!"
Raphael nodded slowly: "Guess what he is doing?"
"The third," Putile narrowed his eyes and thought thoughtfully: "At least in the Palace of the Spirit, the strength of the black sand collar has been stretched and cannot be moved."
Taylors took a deep breath.
"I understand," the prince said quite a bit: "They are confronting the four grandfathers!"
Taylors raised his head violently: "So they can't split up and don't dare to take risks!"
"Because for them... the attitude of the four big men is even more critical!"
He must think so.
He must think so.
Puttier looked firm and nodded.
"So, our current situation does not seem to be good," the deputy whispered: "But compared with just now, it is already a world apart."
"We did catch their key points."
Puttier raised his head and smiled: "Now, we have a small number of people, but as a third party who suddenly entered the market..."
"Mastered the initiative."
At that moment, everyone’s spirit was invigorated.
Is there anything that can boost morale more than hope in desperate circumstances?

So,
said Tyres:
As long as we...

Puttier nodded.
The thin vice-president smirked his lips: "They are defensive parties and will obstruct us from approaching at any cost to avoid accidents."
"Let me be cautious and go to hell."
There is confidence in Putila’s eyes:
Now,

"We are hunters."
"It's the offensive!"
(End of this chapter)