Vol 2 Chapter 355: Chasing

Chapter 355 Chasing
Haoyue, rock, bonfire, wild, man.
When Tyres woke up, the of the senses gave him such a picture.
Very good, he was not tied up.
Tyres gently opened his eyes, and under the pain of the back of the head and the vertigo of the bursts, he quietly groped his waist.
"Looking for this?"
The gongs of the gongs sounded.
Tyres sighed and gave up his groping. He sat up hard and patted the dust on his clothes: "That's mine."
Next to the campfire at night, Monty smiled and sat on a tree, looking at him with a smile.
The JC dagger flicked back and forth in the man's hand and played a lot of tricks.
"I have to say that it is very sharp."
The Death Crow turned the dagger into a backhand, swiftly cut it in the air, and retracted his arm in a slight break.
"I know a lot about weapons. I can't completely identify the original material. It's probably a rare metal. Oh, really the royal family is the royal family." Monty bounced the JC's edge and was interested. Rusted tongue.
Tyres reluctantly twisted his neck and soothed the painful back of his head—by the way.
They are no longer in the original woods, but in a complex, rocky wilderness, and the man is still under a rock that is leaning against the wind.
There are two horses on the tree behind Monty, and the saddles are well-equipped, one of them with an arrow sac and the other with a long sword shield - a war horse.
In Hell's senses, Monty's outline is no different from normal people, showing a transparent human form, but Taylors can see that like the flowers of the fortress, the wrath of the kingdom, and the comet, the body of this polar world is hidden. The strange power, lurking between the muscles and blood vessels, accidentally plundered.
The horse is opposite and there are no weapons. This is a wilderness that I am not familiar with, and the enemy is still very strong.
Tyres shook his head in secret: the chances of running away were small.
Just as he watched it carefully, Monty had put down the dagger and left a piece of meat and a water bag.
Tyres grabbed his hands in a hurry and frowned slightly.
"that's it?"
The prince patted the dust on the dried meat, and looked suspiciously: "If you have a fire, you can't hunt for something like meat?"
Monty shook her head, and it was not the same thing.
"Sorry, my deserved honor."
"In the wild, the meat will cause unnecessary trouble - the fire is already too much," the Death Crow grabbed another dried meat and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing. "Of course, you can choose Do not eat."
Thales sighed with a sigh of relief, biting a bite of meat, posing a difficult entrance, and staring at Monty.
The opposite man seemed to be very interested in watching the prince's food no longer swallow, giving a low ridicule.
"Where is this?" The prince seemed to give up the protest, staring blankly at Monty, sweeping the JC dagger at his hand:
"Where are we?"
Monty tore a bite of meat, deliberately chuckled:
"on the way."
on the way.
Tyres frowned slightly: "Wow, it's really accurate."
"I’m sorry I didn’t bring you a map,
Monty sneered,
His Royal Highness.

"The people of the secret, those who should have met me in the jungle..." Thales said faintly: "How are you taking them?"
Monty laughed.
He smiled very happily, his shoulders shaking, as if he was very happy when he thought about it.
This makes Taylor a heart.
"Don't I say that?" Monty blinked and looked good: "They are 'very busy.'"
Tyres, who had fallen to his expression, did not respond, but silently opened the water bag.
He put the spout on his mouth and silently started the of his senses. Once again, he carefully observed the surroundings, including the position of the moon.
It was late at night, and he was stunned by me, at least for a few hours.
just……
strange.
"Only you alone?" The prince took a sip of water and asked indifferently.
Monty frowned.
"how?"
The death crow blinked slightly, and there was a flash of alert in his eyes:

Do you think that if there is only one of me, you might have a chance?

Thales glanced at the bag with his bow around him, and looked at the JC dagger lying quietly on the ground, sighing slightly.
"Forget it."
"I didn't think about it, I can single out Exeter's most famous outpost scout."
Monty chuckled.
The death of the crows flashed through the cold, letting Taylor feel like a man on his back, fidgeting: "Then don't look at me like this - you have no chance."
Tyres put down the water bag and wiped his mouth.
"But you really only have one person."
Monty's eyebrows gathered, and the words were cold: "Do you like nonsense?"
Tyres shook his head.
But he still smiled a little: "This can explain other problems - how, you are afraid to be discovered? Found that you privately took the Star Prince?"
"For example, by Long Yucheng, and by your good buddy Nie Lai?"
Monty looked up and saw his eyes getting colder and colder.
"H." He smiled and smacked his lips.
Tyres raised his eyebrows, put down the water bag, and re-bited the meat.
"Yes, you are not carrying me, but two thousand cavalry." He was vague.
Monty's eyes moved slightly.
"Remember, the two thousand cavalry of the Star Kingdom are still on the border of the desert, waiting to interfere in the war of the Freedom League."
The prince struggled to tear the blunt meat, and took a sip of water from time to time: "The relationship between the two territories of Qiyuan City and Longyan City."
"Take me, the burden on your body is not light, Lord Monti."
Tyres whispered: "Are you ready?"
Monty didn't talk, but her face was completely flat.
"You have too many words."
But Tyres shook his head in disapproval: "But you are confident, right?"
"Because you are the best scout in the whole Exeter, the army of the city of Qiyuan has also added a lot of color."
The death crow snorted and looked at his eyes more and more bad:
"The flattering can't help you, Your Highness."
He was cold and unhappy: "So why not eat the food on your hands and then shut up?"
However, at this time, Taylors suddenly laughed.
"Ha ha ha ha..."
Monty was slightly surprised, then looked at him with suspicion.
"I understand." Taylors swallowed the last bite of the meat and patted the half-full belly, and the smile on his face became more and more happy.
"You, the death crow..."
Monty's face is more ugly and his attitude is more unpleasant.
"Hell."
"Do you understand?"
Tyres reluctantly put away his smile, pulled back and stared at the other person's gaze, and shook his head with force: "Nothing."
But he smiled again, like he couldn't help but smile: "Just--haha-- suddenly found out that I was too slow."
Monty's eyes are sharp.
The death crow coldly said: "You said so much, I have a bad feeling: what are you planning, or knowing something."
Tyres seemed to concentrate on eating his dried meat, but his eyes never left Monty.
Monty was staring at him very uncomfortably, cold channel:
"They said that you will convince people and shake people."
"So maybe the next moment, you will say something that makes me hesitate?"
Tyres converges on the smile, but he shrugged and did not see the fear:
"You will hesitate... maybe, because you are really guilty?"
The voice fell and the air fell silent.
Only the rest of the fire creaked.
The warm color on the face of the death crow completely disappeared. This time, he silently looked at the prince for a long time.
I hope that Taylors is in the heart.
A few seconds later, Monty sneered and stood up: "You know, there is a good way to overcome the hesitation."
Taylor squinted and looked at the death crow who came to himself, unconsciously shrinking backwards.
"what?"
But Monty has come to her.
He reappeared the sneer-like sneer and raised his fist: "That is - don't hesitate to give yourself a chance."
"Is it finished?"
Tyres was stunned. He subconsciously got up and hid behind: "Wait, you..."
But the words of Thales have not been finished, and Monty’s expression has changed. It seems to be like lightning without fear.
"boom!"
A muffled sound, and Taylors couldn't even see the other's movements, and they fainted again.

"Well up?"
This is the first sentence that Tyles heard after waking up in hunger and bumps.
Still belongs to the man.
The first thing that comes into the eye is the ground.
Grass, stones, dirt on the ground...
and many more.
How are they moving backwards...
Moving ground?
Taylors was shocked!
He shook his head hard, and he was surprised to find that he was ugly on the saddle, with the horseshoe moving slowly, with his head on one side and his legs on the other.
The prince was conscientiously struggling to get up, only to find that he was firmly tied to the saddle, and he could not do it even straight!
"hateful……"
Tyres felt the pain of his body and looked around in pain: the weather was fine and the sun was shining, but they were walking on a weedy path, the firs on both sides gathered, and yesterday’s campsite was obviously not a The place is gone.
Hell.
What is this operation?
Tyres looked at the horseshoes on the ground with a dignified look, and his heart sank.
He looked up to another horse, and whistling Monty leisurely.
"Damn, is this what you should give to your prince?"
Tyres spit out a sigh of relief and felt that the pain in his waist was getting more and more unbearable. He couldn’t help but gnash his curse and said: "You are sure, you will not find you on the top?"
"What if I am dead halfway?"
The Death Crow turned back from the horse and smiled. "But are you still not dead yet?"
"And I am sure - no!"
"Ha ha ha ha ha -"
Tyres sighed heavily and looked at his body that was tied up. He couldn’t help but hang his head, only feeling unlucky:
"You - old bones, you are too hard."
The Death Crow did not seem to hear the words of Tyres. He slowed down the speed and marched side by side with Thales.
"Listen, the little boy," Monty's smile is awkward: "For the clean and smooth roads on our way..."
"You have two choices now."
I saw Monty lifted easily, and the pleasure of a pair of prey to the hand rose in the face:
"Choose one, you can continue to break your mouth..."
But he hasn't finished talking yet -
"I choose two."
Tyres was cold and cold, and he didn't even express his expressions and emotions.
This made Monty's face stiff.
He turned his head and looked at his raised fingers, and some unpleasantly caught the chin.
"Mom," said the death crow, "I didn't even start talking about it."
"Humph."
Tyres replied to him without falsifying his words, and bluntly went back: "The result of choosing one is always the worst, isn't it?"
Monty snorted dissatisfiedly and went back to her own interest.
They walked on the road for about an hour, and for a long time, Taylors only had the strength to breathe.
The feeling of being hung on the horse is really... oh my day...
"Oh... that big mouth..."
"The comet told me that he can break your neck in five seconds." At this moment, Taylors only felt confused, backache, and the abdomen of the saddle was worn through, which made him I hate the teeth in front of me:
"To be honest, I really look forward to that scene now."
Monty sitting on the horse was a little stiff.
"Five seconds? Did he say that?"
His face became ugly.
But for a moment, Monty regained her emotions.
He smiled scornfully and turned to Tyres, who was gnashing his teeth on horseback: "Now I believe, you are really a problem - at least in annoying."
"Is this still blocking your mouth?"
Tyres took a painful breath and tried to show a pale smile:
"Look, this is the problem."
"When I was still in the hands of Longyan City, they thought that I was in trouble," the prince's sweat dripped down the ground. The opening was quite difficult and the voice was hoarse: "But after they lost me, they would remember, I still Chips."
"And now, I am in your hands."
The teenager tried to raise his head and sweated, but he still tried to pull out an ugly smile: "Guess, who is the most troublesome?"
Monty snorted and Hummer approached.
He slowly lifted his hand knife and pointed at the neck of Taylors.
When Tyreston was chilling, the feeling of being scared returned to his mind.
"Okay, don't do it," the prince bowed his head in remorse, yelling, "I will cooperate!"
Monty showed a happy smile.
But Thales twitched and screamed again, "I only asked the last question..."
"Are you sure, are we on the right track?"
The dying crow frowned.
Monty sighed for a long time: "Are you not the second choice?"
Taylors hasn't reacted yet. The next time, his hand knife will fall down!
"boom!"
Put on the neck of Teres.
Looking at the prince who was fainting (again), the Death Crow nodded with satisfaction.
He changed his comfortable posture and muttered in the shaking of the horse:
"This is much quieter."

Tyres swears that this is the toughest road he has ever walked through in his short life, the most terrible feeling he has ever slept, the most boring person he has ever encountered.
His daily trip is to eat faint, faint, wake up, eat and faint.
It seems that Monty is also happy. Once Taylors has a little more words or angered him, it is basically a hand knife to serve, from time to time to come up with a "first rule."
So that Taylors sometimes wakes up on horseback, sometimes blinking in the wilderness, every waking can only see the scenery change, the sun and the moon rotate, and even do not know how much time has flowed.
Back pain, leg cramps, dizziness, tinnitus, these are commonplace.
Oh my God.
Tyres, who is going crazy, mourns in pain:
Pigs are not so cruel, feed!
It feels like I am back to the waste house - no, it is worse than that.
He secretly said: I remember this person - the death crow, Ned Monty.
Damn bastard.
Going back will make him look good!
Tyres thought with a grin.
However, in Tyles, this life continued until they reached their destination. One day, when he woke up on horseback, he found something different.
This time, he was forcibly shaken.
"Hey, wake up!"
When Tells blinked from the shackles, the voice of the Death Crow was a little anxious and dignified.
It’s another day.
Ugh.
The prince who is adapted to the light is stunned: "What?"
"Are you lost?"
He discovered that the surrounding scenery was different: from the cedars and the rocky hills to the slightly undulating gentle slopes, the trees were reduced and the weeds increased.
here is……
Tyres painfully stretched his head and eased the pain of a long horseback—he was quick to get used to it, and even derived a set of ways to use the sins of the prison river to relieve pain.
"You don't want to be taken back by Long Yucheng, His Royal Highness Prince?"
Monty is cold and authentic.
Tyres was a little awake, and he suddenly realized that Monty’s words were not right.
The prince’s face was awkward:
What’s wrong?

Monty grabbed her own stables and grabbed Tyres in one hand. His horse speed was much faster than usual.
"We have just passed the snowy river crossing," Monty glanced back, her eyes dignified and her eyes horrible:
"Someone is eyeing us."
Feeling the heavy feeling in his words, Taylors is a spirit, recalling the present situation.
Just after the snowy river...
Stare at us...
"Who?" he asked alertly.
Monty shook her head and looked nervous: "I don't know, but I guess - it should be Long Yucheng, or Lombard's pursuer."
Tells made a slight move: "How do you know?"
The death crow snorted.
"I just know it."
He looked at it unquestionably and looked around carefully: "This is the scout's intuition - the taste in the air is familiar."
Taylors stunned.
Chasing soldiers?
how come……
"If you don't want to be caught back," Monty whispered, with a warning in the words:
"Then work together."
Taylor looked at him with a sly look.
"How to cooperate?"
Monty lowered his eyes and gestured to his hands and feet: "We can't go on a leisurely outing, we must let go of the stables and gallop forward."
"You are tired of sleeping on horseback - I feel like a personal trafficker."
The death crow looked disgusted: "How?"
Taylor looked at him fixedly.
After a few minutes, the prince finally smiled.
"of course."
He is definitely authentic.
"There is still a long way to go from here to the destination," Teres nodded and narrowed his eyes. "In the face of the recourse of the entire Dragon City, we need collaborators."

Not a troublemaker.

"We are not enemies, Lord Monti."
Tyres put away a smile and said: "Especially facing the Dragon City."
Monty spit out a sigh of relief, and gradually smiled, and the ominous feeling of staring at the prey returned to him.
Under the sun, the crow's eyebrows pick one: "Good."
He smiled and took out the sheathed JC dagger from his arms and cut off the rope that bound Tyres.
Taylors took a sigh of relief: finally.
He numbly straightened his hands and feet and sat down right away.
It feels like I haven’t been riding a horse in my life.
Taylors expressed his satisfaction: the footsteps gave him a solid sense of peace.
"How, can you?" Monty glanced at him with a subtle look.
Taylors took a look at his wrist, rubbed his numb waist, took a deep breath, and only felt that the vitality had returned to his body.
"Regaining new life." He faintly said.
"Very good." Monty smiled happily and threw the JC dagger back to Tyres.
Tyres took over his familiar dagger and his heart was more and more stable.
really……
"Now, sit on your horse, pull the reins, control the direction, follow me, run with your life," Monty patted his bag with a bow and lifted the quiver from the saddle with a serious expression: "Of course, don't I want to run away, I don't want to shoot you with an arrow - like shooting your egg."
"Trust me, I can do it."
Tyre’s heart was cold, he raised his eyebrows, took the reins, and nodded from the good.
Monty snorted: "Ready to get started."
"Remember, it’s ‘playing life’!

In the next second, Monty's hand pulled out the rope and pumped Tyres and his own horse!
In the long-lost sensation, with the sound of the horseshoe, the horse speeded up and the air blew over the arm of Taylors.
He leaned on the stables and leaned forward so that the horse could accelerate and keep up with Monty's horseshoe.
"Squeaky, squatting, squatting..."
Tyres comfortably sucked in the air, blinking and feeling the strong wind and shaving.
This is the most happy day of his days!
But just ten minutes later, Tyres sank in his heart.
"Wait!" He yelled at Monty in front:
"Why are we turning?"
"In order to avoid the pursuit?"
The Death Crow returned and turned back unquestionably:
"Less nonsense!"
"Follow me, I am right!"
"Don't relax, they are not good!"
The arrow is on the string, and Tels can only suppress the full of doubts, follow the unreliable guide, all the way forward.

In the intense gallop, they ran all day and night.
There was almost no pause on the way, and even eating was solved immediately.
The scenery in front of them is slowly changing: the gentle becomes an open wilderness, the trees almost disappear, and even weeds are not common.
Above the wilderness, as you can see, most of them are bare large limestone.
Therefore, when the morning came again, they couldn't easily find a creek that couldn't be installed even with water bags. When the camp was closed, even the horses were so tired that they screamed again and again.
"Where have we been?"
Tyres almost fell to the ground, and he gasped as he leaned on the rock and asked as he poured water into his mouth.
"Abandoned stone," this time, Monty replied very simply, he also slammed a sip of water, but his face was not relaxed or tired, his eyes still alert:
"It is already under the rule of Qiyuan City."
"The next step, we don't have to avoid the crowd anymore - we can even go directly to the village to supply."
Tyres’s expression is stiff.
Barren land.
"So, are we really going to pray for the city?" he asked casually.
Therefore, the great desert is in the south.
Monty shrugged and didn't answer, just tore off a piece of meat and sent it into his mouth - God knows how he can do it when he gets off the horse, runs on the horse, and falls down to sleep.
For example, Tyres feels that he is getting tired and tired, and even the strength of eating is not good.
"Are you detouring?" Taylor snorted and gasped: "I always feel that you are not walking straight?"
Monty glanced at him contemptuously.
"Shut up, go out, listen to professionals."
With a touch of worry, Taylor looked back and looked behind him:
"So, let's open the chase?"
"Of course," Monty looked good and relaxed, and actually answered his question:
"Even with cumbersomeness, I am still the best scout for Exeter."
Looking at the faceless crow, Thales couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and muttered in his heart: tired...
"So, who is tracking us?"
Monty just shook his head: "The person you least want to see."
"Well, I suggest you shut up now, take a good sleep - or can I help you sleep?"
Tyres had to go back and avoid being stunned again.
In the dusty land everywhere, he picked a relatively flat rock and lay down without any scruples, restoring his strength and thinking about the next step.
When Captti was taken prisoner, Tyres thought it was a bad situation.
Later, after the first conversation with Monty, he was pleasantly surprised to find that the situation was very good.
However, now, after a night of driving along with the Death Crow, Taylors frowned again: No, the situation is not as good as I thought.
Thinking of this, Tyres looked at Monty with concern.
this person……
Not as simple as I thought.
It is much more troublesome and much more complicated.
It’s already close to returning home.
Now, I need an opportunity.
a chance.
Thinking so, Tyres quietly closed his eyes and went to sleep.
But this time the dream is much faster than I thought!
"Hey!"
A sharp rush, awakening Tells from his dreams!
He gasped with a big mouth and was impressed by this strange rush!
this is……
this is?
"alert!"
Monty’s angry cry came and let Taylors come back!
At noon, the sun was empty, and the bare rocks were hot, and Tyres sweated up and drenched. It was discovered that Monty had already had weapons in his hand and looked at the back with a sullen look.
The tension in the air infected Thales, who was awakened from his dreams. He jerked his head and stood up.
"What happened?" Tyres touched the dagger in his arms and looked around in horror, but did not see anything.
While he was preparing to launch the Hell's senses, he responded to him with the coldness of the wrath: "What happened? We messed up."
Monty seems to be full of anger, constantly grinding his teeth, his eyes are terrible: "Mom, how could it..."
"How did they find out!"
Tyres never saw him look like this, but it was like being angry and angry.
But Monty's body stretched more and more tightly, like a frightened beast, staring at the back of a rock.
Taylors stunned.
how……
But he suddenly recalled the most critical part.
"The voice just now," Tyres said with amazement. The memory recalled the impression in memory: "Some are like the arrows of the Longyan City patrol, but there are some differences. I must have heard it..."
And it is at this time.
A hoarse and low-pitched male voice, slowly coming from behind the rock:
"Because that's not the patrol's ringing arrow."
At that moment, Tyres and Monti suddenly changed!
This voice...
The strange horseshoe sounded from behind the rock.
A white cloak, a man with a masked mask on his back, walked out from behind the rock, and his eyes were full of blood, but he was still as sharp as a knife.
Tyres froze: cloak, masked - he recognized the attire.
he is……
he is……
The entourage swept the two people coldly and gently pulled the towel down to reveal a pale and sharp facial contour.
Seeing the coming of the man, Monty slammed his forehead in pain, gnashing his teeth and slamming the ground: "The bitch!"
I only heard people hoarsely and said: "That is the signal that has been used for nearly a hundred years, the Longyan City White Blade Guard."
" Six years ago, it had been ringing numerous times in Longyan City."
Tyres sighed.
In the next second, the juvenile licked the dried meat in the bag and stuffed it into his mouth, trying to chew it.
"In the hall, I told you that."
"Tells Comet."
Under the sun, the commander of the former White Blade Guard of Longyan City was riding on the battlefield with all his arms, carrying his Rising Sun Knife, glaring at the terrible eyes, and stalking the gloomy Taylors. As it is said.
Taylors and Monty looked at each other and looked ugly.
"‘Be careful, it’s best not to fall into my hands.’

The comet, Lord Serre Niely’s voice rang in this wilderness, which contained a murderous chill:
"Otherwise, you don't even have the chance to regret it."
After reading the comments in the previous chapter, I found that many people think that the protagonist is too miserable, the abuser is too deliberate, the secrets are too sloppy, the plot is too frustrating, and even the indignation is filled, saying that this pot should be without a sword, or even abandon Book Yunyun (from the number of subscriptions, it is estimated that there are a large number of people who have abandoned books).
In this regard, no sword said: can see the book friends here, more or less should have some understanding of the sword, isn't it?
If not, then it is not necessarily a bad thing to abandon the book. Without a sword, you can only sigh a hatchback.
Then continue to write down.
(End of this chapter)