Vol 2 Chapter 427: old

Chapter 427 is old
Tyres couldn't believe his eyes.
Forever hidden in the dark, the shot will kill the Jodel...
Captured?
The shadow shields behind the brazier ignited two torches and illuminated the small corridor.
Although he couldn't see the expression through the mask, Jodel's struggle was getting weaker and weaker.
Suffering from the four directions of the limbs, his figure faded a few degrees, trying to enter the shadow path, but under the strength of the chain, his intentions repeatedly failed and forced to manifest.
"Hidden, provocative, profitable, you have really had a good time under this, dear fellow."
The solder seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. He showed a slightly awkward smile and looked at the mask guest invited by the chain: "Maybe you are quite sorry, we have not smashed your wish, under the provocation, with the sword of disaster Killing to death?"
In the dark and dull black prison, Jodel did not answer, his dark purple mask was facing the solder at least five steps away.
His silence made the brazier frown.
bad.
Tyres forced himself to calm down.
He clenched his teeth, his knees bent slightly, and the silver-stone sword on his hand was raised to the line of sight.
There are not many swords in the swords of the Northern Army. Most of them are counter-attacks after the shield is broken.
but now……
He held the sword in both hands and looked at the nearest chain ambassador.
Just push back one of them.
Tyres called for the sin of the prison river with his feet, ready to work.
"Ah, no, no."
The tip of the eye did not let go of this scene, he raised his eyebrows, and amiably lifted his index finger to Tyres, swaying from side to side.
"If it is I will not do that," the brazer shook his head, and the smile was still polite:
"My Highness, Dear."
During the conversation, the awl on his hand was gently pushed out, pointing to the throat of Jodel in front of him.
This action makes the heart of the anxious Taylors stop!
"After all, you are a valuable body."
The brazer shakes the weapon on the hand, and the curvature of the corner of the mouth is a bit more, and the words mean something.
"If something hurts, I can't afford it."
hateful.
Looking at the brazier's enthusiasm, the smile of the bamboo in the chest, Taylors took a deep breath, put down the long sword in midair, had no choice but to give up the intention of assault.
He tried his best to get rid of the idea of ​​not being calm, and he thought about how to solve the problem for Jodel.
Jodel struggled again with his right arm, and the sword tip of Supreme Sword pierced one of the links on the chain, but the assassin of the chain immediately reversed the force, angled and smashed the intention of the mask guard.
"You talked so much nonsense," said Tyres, who was struggling with four people, and was deeply troubled:
"I just want to lead him out?"
The brazing bar shook his head.
"Not all nonsense, Your Highness," the assassin’s leader bowed and politely, but Taylors could not feel the compliment in his words:
"Please believe in my sincerity."
As if from this moment, he has mastered the final step of the general on the board.
Calm, Taylors.
calm.
The prince took a deep breath and died in the sense of to listen to the direction of the brazier.
Four people with Joel's strength, breathing unsteadily, continue to consume.
Two assassins behind the brazier, silently trimming, are replying.
The left arm of the brazier is still trembling slightly, and it seems that he is not without damage after he is connected with Jorder.
but……
Tyres looked worriedly at the darkness behind the solder: there were multiple breaths coming from there.
The biggest reliance suddenly lost, and I could not do more than one enemy to save the hostages.
How to do?
How can I...
He looked at the difficult trapped Jodel, rubbing Ricky's silver diamond sword, feeling its almost perfect balance, but knowing that he was in the most unbalanced situation.
The brazer seemed to recover completely from the sudden attack. He took a few steps to the side and looked at Jodel, who was bound by death, and snorted.
" Six years ago, my two groups of people accepted the commission of Val Allen, and the stars in the south have not dared to set foot in the land."
He sighed and looked at Yodel's eyes and picked it up slightly.
"Ultimately, after a failed car assassination, and the ensuing secretarial encirclement, only two outposts came back alive."
Hearing this sentence, Taylors gave a slight glimpse.
six years ago.
Val Arend.
Carriage assassination...
That is not...
I saw the cold slamming of the drill, and the awl on the hand crossed the mask of Jodel:
"Exactly, in their description, a similar mask appeared."
"So... who are you?"
Yodel is still speechless, but Tyres sees that the chain hooks that hold the fingers of Jodel have oozing some blood, and the latter's struggles are getting smaller and smaller.
But the mask guard shook his head slightly.
"Well," the brazer that did not get the target response for a long time tilted the corner of the mouth:
"I can see that you are not an eloquent."
hateful!
Taylor's breathing is getting more and more urgent, and the sword in his hand is raised several times.
Jodel still said nothing, as if someone had ironed his mouth with iron.
Under the dim light, the familiar and strange dark purple mask looked plain and monotonous.
The assassin leader finally gave up the effort to communicate with the mask geek.
Maybe... it’s a dumb, maybe.
"Now, the uncertain factors that affect our communication have been solved," the brazier turned slowly and suddenly looked at Tells:
"Can you come with us, Your Highness?"
He was still an amiable smile, standing in the assassin's group of cloaks, standing in front of the impenetrable darkness, reaching out to Taylors.
But the prince only felt a cold back.
"We can get together and work well together."
Looking at his palm, Tyres' eyebrows couldn't be tight enough, and a tooth was about to be broken.
He put his hands on one side, and the long sword draws a curve, accustomed to the characteristics of this weapon.
"I ambush my guard, this is not a good sign of cooperation."
The solder puts down the palm of his hand and smiles. "I think so. After all, he didn't hesitate when he swung the sword."
Tyres was a word.
He changed his attitude and said coldly: "Listen, solder, if you still want to live out..."
When the prince said this, he slammed his mouth and slammed the rest of the "mystery has surrounded this place".
Do not.
Confirming this message in front of the drill will only make him more desperate, more concerned about the hostages and chips in his hands.
How to do?
Tyles looked at Jodel, but he could only see a reflection in his mirror hole.
"We can discuss what you said," said Tyres hard. "But as a first step in the negotiations, I would prefer to see my guards healthy and safe."
The brazier stared at him for a long time, then smiled and smiled very happy.
With his smile, the assassins who chained the chains tied Jorda tighter.
The mask guard trembled and shook his head at Tyres again.
"There is only one way to guarantee his safety, Your Highness."
Maybe tired of Tyre's words, the smile of the solder is a bit cold.
The solder smashes the eyes into small slits, slightly sideways:
"And you already know."
Tyres tightened the hilt on his hand.
Damn it!
The oil and salt do not enter, the guy who slips and slips, the cooperation, negotiation, and interest, nothing can attract his attention.
He only wants me!
I!
The brazier stared at Tyres for a long time and seemed to be not in a hurry.
"In fact, I was from Baron Russell, and he heard a lot about you from King Chaman, including your character."
When I heard the name again, Taylors suddenly felt bad.
The solderer smiled forward and looked at Jodel and looked at Tells again.
"For example, you are both a man of heart and a courage."
The face of the brazier was slightly moved and gently lifted the awl: "But I have always been very surprised. How do these two characteristics appear on the same person?"
"So, we have a chance to verify it today."
Before the ugly face of Tyres, the solder gently put the tip of the awl on the neck of the mask guard and grinned.
Yodel remained motionless and his hands were bloody.
The assassins who tightened his limbs were getting harder and harder.
"What does this mean?" Thales paled and his speech speed increased.
"As I said, I am a businessman."
The brazer seemed to helplessly spread the left hand, but the awl on the right hand clasped the throat of Yodel!
Let Tyres can't help but make a fist.
"Transactions have always been wishful thinking. Therefore, I hope to see you quietly and willingly go with us. - Don't get into trouble, don't miss the trouble, don't play tricks, you know, we have a lot of tricks for you. Feeling."
The brazier pulled the corner of his mouth in a deep sense and gestured to Jodel, who said nothing.
"Choose it, Your Highness," the smile of the brazier is shining, but the eyes are flashing:
"Do you want the king of the king, or the king's decision?"
Ren Hou...
Tyres looked pale and looked at the inability to move Jodel.
Still decisive?
His gaze swept over the braces and forced the awl on the mask to guard the throat.
Damn it!
In the dim light, Yodel shook his head again and again.
Taylor looked at him bitterly.
hateful.
Do not.
Tyres took a sigh of relief and pressed his heart full of resentment.
calm.
Calm, Taylors.
calm!
He did several deep breaths and his eyes passed through every shadow assassin.
They want me.
Taylors subconsciously repeats in his heart.
Want me.
I!
A few minutes later, the prince of the stars bent his mouth and smiled.
I laugh very confidently.
The brazier looked at the prince who looked like this, wondering if he would move the awl on his hand and urge him.
"Go with you, of course, no problem, but I have a problem."
The brazier raised his eyebrows and expressed his willingness to listen.
I saw Tyres sinking: "You don't care about me, right?"
what?
The brazier is slightly awkward.
"No matter what you want to get from me, wealth, secrets, chips, power, hostages or amulets... don't forget, I am the heir to the Star Kingdom."
Tyres squinted and said with the most indifferent and alienated attitude he could think of:
"The Shadow Shield, you may wish to take into account the attitude and perception of the King - assuming that you are still in that position after today, giving orders to your men, soldering, then guessing, after today, compared to today Rumba, what kind of future will the future of Tyles I give you compared to my father?"
The expression of the brazier changed slightly, and his face slowly cooled down.
call.
The prince raised his sword coldly and pointed at the solder!
"What kind of future will the entire Star Kingdom give you in the decades of my reign?"
"If you really value me, you won't threaten me with a guard's life," said Tyres, who had a tough attitude. "But you still do it, maybe because you don't care."
The brazier blinked slightly: "His Royal Highness, we..."
But Tyres spoke quickly and interrupted him.
Just listen to the prince calmly and steadyly:
"There is only one explanation."
"Maybe you are not afraid to kill him, not afraid to anger me, not afraid of the consequences."
Each of his words makes the brow's brow more wrinkled.
Tyres looked far away at Joel, the most embarrassing.
In his mind, there was a small time when he was carrying his scarred and dying self, and he passed through the roofs and streets of Yongxing City and the tower wall.
He unconsciously squeezed his fist.
"Maybe, loyalty to me, cooperation with me is a lie," Tyres sneered. "Because you started looking for me with a nice banner, I didn't intend to let me go. I didn't want to cheer me up." Become a king to trouble you, right?"
"Maybe, you are taking me away, after using me, I was going to kill me."
Listening to the words of Tyres, the face of the solder is more and more ugly.
At that moment, Jodel’s mask moved slightly, and the reflected light flashed through the mirror hole.
"In this way, I have no choice at all," said Tyres, raising his long sword:
"Once you kill him, it proves your attitude."
"For my future, for my throne, I only have to swear to death, and blood is all right."
He looked at every assassin with perseverance and coldness:
"Right?"
The black prison suddenly became very quiet, only from the distance, if there was no fighting.
Jodel struggled again, but the awl of the brazier reached, making him unable to move.
The brazier stared at the tales.
It seems as if I knew him for the first time.
After a few seconds, the drill finally took a deep breath and tried to squeeze a smile:
"His Royal Highness, we don't have to make such a stiff..."
Butells interrupted him again.
"But you have a choice."
Unexpectedly, the prince of the star, who was still frosty at the moment, now smiles: "It's just a hypothesis, a solder, a hypothesis that once you kill him."
The bran is again frowning.
"But I guess you are not the kind of person who is willing to go to the black road, the solder, so, to prove your sincerity, prove that you are useful to me, and I don't have to fight back, then it may be from now on. Start."
The brazier stared at him and his face solidified.
Taylor converges on the aggressive look and raises a finger carefully:

There is only one way to ensure your future.

Tyre hangs down the sword and reaches out to Jodel with his palms.
"And you already know, the solder."
Listening to the lines that the prince replied to him, the brazier had to frown.
Taylor looked at him fixedly.
Jodel’s mask is still gray and heavy, and the only mirror hole reflects the faint fire.
The face of the drill is twisted.
"Choose it, the solder."
At this time, Tyres has a double eye and deliberately sighs: "You also have two roads in front of you."
"One can make me work together, one can only make me fight to death."
He bent his mouth and his left hand gently licked the sword ridge of the silver-drilled sword, and the chin was shackled to the bounded Yodel.
"You are the tolerance of the king..."
Tyres bundled his fingers, and the cloud lightly touched his head:
"I still want the life of the king?"
At that moment, the face of the brazier was blue.
The silence in the black prison is terrible, and it seems that people in the distance are separated.
Even the battle of the sword of the disaster and the shield of the shadow has not been heard for a long time.
The eyes of the Star Prince and the Assassin's leader met several times in the fire.
The mask guard slowly lowered his head and did not move.
Finally, after the face of the brazier struggled for a while, he completely loosened it.
He barely pulled his mouth and revealed an unwilling smile.
"You are worthy of your name, Your Highness."
The braziel sighed for a long time and took off his sharp-pointed cone on the throat of Jorder and left the mask guard.
At that moment, Tyres, who was holding the sword, finally breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.
Just listen to the solder and put up the weapon, licking his chin, and the words are deep and profound: "Return the dilemma of choice back to me, forcing me to step back."
"Whoever taught you these? The bloodless brainless Northland people?"
Taylors chuckled a bit.
"My father."
He dropped his long sword, slightly distracted, and his thoughts returned to his past:
" Six years ago, he used this method to eliminate a battle between stars and dragons."
The solder nodded.
But at this time, Taylors only felt that the hair was vertical!
His sense of felt a strange moment.
Someone!
At that moment, the prince who passed through the dangers subconsciously turned back and waved the sword!
The sin of the prison river surged into the brain, as if it had slowed down in an instant.
"call!"
In the wind of the sleeves, Tyres looked at the sneak attacker with horror and anger.
assassin.
In the stretch of one second, Taylors was shocked to see the situation:
The assassin in the three shadow shields, in his left rear, right rear direction, or wearing a glove, or a blunt hand, rushed!
On the other hand, the brazier took a satisfactory smile and took a peculiar silent bone whistle from his mouth.
this is……
The sound is hitting the west.
They want to catch me alive.
I was not prepared at all... I negotiated with me.
Taylor’s heart is subconscious.
bad.
The sin of the prison river surged, filling his hands and legs, taking his long sword to break through the usual speed, and sneak attackers to the left.
But this is already his limit, and Taylor can't afford to take care of the other two.
Do not.
Do not!
bad.
That's too late.
In that second, Tyres thought for a moment.
I also learned a lesson.
Don't talk to the assassin...
Reasonable.
His sin of the prison river reached its limit and retreated from the brain, and time seemed to return to normal.
But the fainting of the tales that Taylors had expected did not happen.
replaced by--
"laugh!"
A monotonous and crisp metal into the sound of the meat, a sudden sound!
Taylor was shocked.
I saw a slashing blade coming to the air and flying to the two assassins he had not defended!
The two assassins, like the high-speed flying horses, hit the front and trembled in the air, giving birth to a meal!
"boom!"
The two flew in the opposite direction and slammed into the wall one after the other.
Taylor looked at the two assassins in amazement: they were like a skewer of meat, a weapon that was emptied from the air - a common long sword that passed through the chest, nailed to the wall in tandem.
Only lingering.
The brazier and his companions did not react at all, but just stared at the handle as if they had fallen from the sky, and the javelin-like electric sword came from the wall and trembled.
"Step! Step! Step!"
Taylors couldn't think too much, a strange figure suddenly appeared on his side.
The prince was so eager to look back, only to see the unfamiliar figure, the arm and the comfort, and accurately caught the throat of the third assassin.
The assassin couldn't believe it, but he struggled to fight back, but his opponent didn't give him any chance, and the wall next to it was a glimpse!
"Boom!"
A heavy muffled sound.
Unfamiliar figure retracts his arm, clutching the assassin, and hitting the wall again!
"Boom!"
The second sound is muffled.
The assassin's opponent pulled back the assassin on his arm for the second time and hit the wall for the last time!
"Kala!"
Just heard a strange, ominous crisp sound.
The next second, the assassin slipped softly from the opponent's arm and fell to the ground, motionless.
The air has returned to calm.
Tyles stared blankly at the scene: two assassins were nailed to the wall, suffering, sorrowful, and one fell to the ground, silent.
From the long sword, the last assassin fell to the ground, but more than a second.
The three assassins who are preparing to attack him have been killed.
this is……
"Really... strange." The new figure walked over to Tells, screaming at his left hand, complaining inconspicuously.
The prince looked at this person with a stunned look.
The brazier and the shadow assassin were equally difficult to look at him in horror.
This uninvited guest.
Under the faint fire, a figure of a man is reflected.
A very special man.
His body is covered with mercenary-specific, slightly worn and lightweight leather armor, but equipped with a full eight or nine weapons:
The man’s right hand grabbed two long cross swords, and the back was tied with a slightly old one-handed axe and a bag of smashing arrows. The left leg was hung with a good stringed infantry scorpion, and the right leg was tied with a sheathless knives. Behind the waist, there is a hammer with a hammer, and the waist is tied with a straight bladed knife that has broken a corner.
Even in his mouth, he also bit a short sword with a small arm.
It's like a humanoid arsenal.
Tyres thought dumbly.
Wearing a man like a mercenary, is the sword of disaster?
Do not.
Not quite like.
This man is not too young and not neat.
In fact, he snarled his head and tied it to his head with only a dirty string. The whole person described it as a sly, his nose was swollen and his face was missing. He had a scalp on his right hand and a black box-like blood on his left eye. In addition to the leather armor is still new, it is all ragged clothes, and some places can also see clear blood and wounds, from scratches to bruises, the total number of doors, the category is not the same.
At first glance, there is almost no good meat.
It’s like just after being tied to a horse and dragging it back in the sand.
But especially, it is his chin.
Although he looked dirty and had some hair, the man shaved his chin's beard, leaving only a cyan, in stark contrast to the upper half.
Wait, beard?
Taylors suddenly had a spirit.
He looked at the man's forehead and suddenly became a shock!
as expected.
There is a sly and terrible brand.
An ancient empire letter.
Taylor looked at the man on the side of his face, watching him take off his short sword from his mouth, watching him smacking his arched back and posing his arms.
Like a horse that hasn't been out for a long time, it is active.
It's him.
Tyres thought dumbly.
Although shaving his beard for a while, he can’t recognize it, but...
It's him.
"The action is very beautiful."
The penalty knight, Sacker's expression stood flat on the side of Tells.
He picked up his left eye with his black eyes and glanced at the shadowing assassins in front of him. With a special dull voice, he coldly said to the prince:
"God is stupid."
It was silent for a while.
At that moment, Thales looked at the set of Sacreel, who had described and described it.
On the other hand, the iron is also incredibly looking at the man who is falling down.
Even Joel, who was trapped in death and death, trembled a little.
"What are you coming to?"
The drill was shocked and shocked, and he looked at Sackel tightly, indicating that the assassins were trapping Jordan more tightly.
This man... gave him a bad feeling.
Sakuel snorted and seemed to be uninterested in him, just staring at the captured Jeddah and slowly shaking his head.
"Our whistle?" The stalker looked at the new guest and asked cautiously.
Sacuel frowned slightly.
Whistle?
"I didn't meet." Sakuel murmured.
Well, on the way, except for some nephews hiding in the darkness - Saciel thought about it - it didn't seem to have encountered a normal whistle.
such as……
The glacier whistled the tough character.
Thinking of the unpleasant past, Sacuel frowned.
By his side, Tyres made a long, deep breath.
"You, you find a razor... oh... are you still alive?"
Taylor couldn't believe his eyes. He looked up and down at Sacker, asking stiffly and awkwardly.
"Ok."
Sakuel still looked at his eyes, and seemed to be intentless. He snorted like a distressed patient to answer.
Taylors blinked in surprise: "What about those enemies?"
Those who ... besieged you?
Sakuel licked his eyes and seemed to be somewhat uncomfortable with the light source.
"Running." He replied dullly.
The Star Prince turned his eyes inexplicably: "Running?"
"They ran like this?"
how is this possible?
The whole eighteen swords of disasters are like this... let go of you?
Taylors can't understand.
Sac Ella pulled his own mercenary leather armor and shook his shoulders with great discomfort.
That's right, ran away.
The penalty knight who was released from prison silently recalled the battle just:
Those who sell swords, they ran - how many ran?
Sakuel scratched his head.
Two or three? Maybe four?
Oh, I can't remember.
Thinking of this, Sacuel sighed with a sigh of relief and painfully licked his forehead, feeling sadly:
He is probably... old.
(End of this chapter)