Chapter 129: thorn

Tiger poison does not eat seeds.
This one is not very useful for Grand Duke Borg. His childhood misfortune made him distorted his concept of family affection, and he treated people with blood relations more cruelly than outsiders.
Beating and scolding are the lightest punishments, and it is not uncommon for them to grow up. It is pure luck for them to grow up.
Pat Lem can remember the death of brothers and sisters in no less than a slap, claiming to be an illness, but Pat Lem knows the real reason.
Viscount Philip defended the blood fort from the breach all the year round, and he was afraid that he also had this fear.
All the Archduke families of the Byron Alliance have the responsibility of assisting in the defense of the Blood Fortress, but they have always used the Stretcher family and the Lancelot royal family as the central force. Other archduke families rarely send their own troops to directly participate in the defense. , Most of them will discount ready-made materials and military expenses.
Even the true faction army is mostly miscellaneous. What's more, they are criminals in the general's territory. They are reorganized and stuffed.
Dispatch one's most elite army like Man Yu Jun leader, personally led by the first heir, not to mention other families, even in the history of Man Yu Jun leader, it is unique.
It is said that Viscount Philip personally petitioned him to persuade Grand Duke Borg to use actual combat training to keep Man Yujun’s ace iron cavalry at its peak and to promote Man Yu's military leadership.
Thinking about it now, there may be Philip's own considerations.
Through the distance, the Grand Duke Borg reduced the control of this elite knight group, slowly eroded and controlled it in his own hands.
Then there is consciously avoiding Grand Duke Borg.
Perhaps in the eyes of Viscount Philip, Grand Duke Borg is even more dangerous than the battlefield, at least knowing who his enemy is on the battlefield and knowing when the opponent will attack.
Grand Duke Borg was uncertain and unpredictable.
Not to mention the hostess of Faerun Castle, she has changed for no less than five terms, and none of them lasted more than ten years.
In such a family, who would dare to be close to Duke Borg?
It is strange that the children raised by the family are normal.
"Okay, I will do it." Kondela nodded without hesitation, "but you have to create opportunities for me."
For a long time, he gave up everything, not just for this, even the woman who loved him at the last moment before death, he could start without hesitation, and how could he care about starting with someone he didn't know.
"No problem." Patlem said through gritted teeth.
Neither Patlem nor Conrad used the mind of a third person. The fewer people who deal with this kind of thing, the better.
Whether Patlem or Conrad feared that the night would have more dreams, after finalizing, they immediately launched the action.
Moreover, the entire operation went smoothly and smoothly beyond imagination, and Conrad walked to the heavily protected Grand Duke Borg almost without hindrance.
Patlem is now in charge of Faerun Castle, creating opportunities is only one aspect.
It was also because they didn't know how many simulations they had done in their hearts, and the information and news that should be inquired were all unknowingly.
From the very beginning, Anjibeina used scheming.
If you can't resist the temptation, you must take the risk.
For the past three weeks, Grand Duke Borg has been semi-conscious for most of the time. The wound around the spear has become a sarcoma under the powerful function, and the spear is wrapped in it, as if it were on his body.
If it weren't for Grand Duke Borg's body shape to be too special, the location of the spear to be thrown was too coincidental, and he took the risk from the beginning and took out the spear, with the self-healing ability of the great knight monster, his chances of surviving would be considerable.
But now, if you want to take a throwing spear anymore, it is basically impossible unless you have an operation on it.
This powerful self-healing ability is not without cost. Grand Duke Borg’s body shrank twice and a lot of fat was consumed to recover from the injury. Because the time was too short, the skin did not have time to shrink, just like a sack of human skin, loose. Pile up on the body, the whole person is tens of years old.
When Conrad was five meters away from Grand Duke Borg, he suddenly stopped.
Grand Duke Borg, who was in a coma most of the time, opened his eyes unexpectedly. Against the background of his saggy skin, he looked so bright and so energetic that he stared at Conrad with the illusion of being stabbed by a needle.
"Patlem is useless than I expected. Not only did he arrive so long late, but he didn't even have the courage to send his father a ride. If he could come in person today, I would also admit that he is my kind. The son of the Lun family, now...Even if the little who is full of scheming Angel Beina helps him, he can't be Philip's opponent. If he changed to Philip, he would have done it for the first time...Hahaha ...... How can a group of unkind guys who only hide behind and calculate?"
I have to say that the Faerun family has a very crazy factor. Grand Duke Borg knew what Conrad was here for, and he didn't yell at the first time, but rather talked and commented on his own child killing the king and the father. Things.
The argument is even more unbelievable. It is not to condemn them for being frenzied, but to think that they will not do it personally. It is a very bold thing, not the true blood of the Faerun family.
Could it be that their family has a tradition of killing kings and fathers?
Conrad really has no doubts wrong. In terms of inheritance, the Faerun family really has this tendency. The handover of the grand prince and the peaceful progress are few. Either conflicts between father and son, or between uncles and nephews or brothers. There are not a few battles and superiors.
Grand Duke Borg wasn't very upright, because he was the third heir to the Faerun family at that time, and his strength was not the strongest at the time, but it was within half a year before the death of the boss.
The two heirs who were close to the front, one fell off the horse and broke his neck, the other went crazy and died on the woman's belly.
Their deaths are no longer suspicious, but rather ridiculous. The one who fell from the horse was a regular knight who liked to domesticate fierce horses since childhood, and the one who died on the belly of a woman was a man with a special hobby, who liked men more than women. color.
These two methods of death are the most impossible methods of death for them.
The cause of their deaths is naturally aimed at the biggest beneficiary, Grand Duke Borg, even the violent death of the boss, he can't figure it out.
Judging from the remarks of Grand Duke Borg just now, the black pot he has carried on his body for so many years is not a black pot.
"Ahem...I think everything is under my control. I didn't expect to be able to take such a long time under the little tricks of these lowly people. Is it because Philip is about to fight back soon!"
In the words of Grand Duke Borg, no matter how stupid and tyrannical he was in recent years, as an old politician, his political vision is still extremely vicious.
"What are you waiting for? Do it!" On the contrary, Duke Borg urged Conrad.
"Offended." Conrad was already on the line now and had to send it out, carefully moving to Grand Duke Borg.
"Wait, can you tell me, what method are you going to use to kill me? After all, I am an army leader, and my death is too embarrassing, which hinders the reputation of the Faerun family." Grand Duke Borg suddenly stopped.
"I intend to……"
"Crack!"
"Go to hell!"
Grand Duke Borg yelled violently, his hands were wrong, and he abruptly broke the half of the spear exposed outside his body and threw it at Conrad as a weapon.
The tiger is dead.
Grand Duke Borg was a great knight even if he was seriously injured. In just this throw, he contained all his hope and strength, and his speed was considerable.
The most important thing is that the distance between the two is close enough, the voice of Grand Duke Borg has not yet landed, and the broken spear has appeared in front of Conrad.
"Dark shield!"
Conrad gave a low cry, and the light around him seemed to be distorted. A dark shadow that was as black as ink flashed in front of him and hit the broken spear directly, causing a slight delay and deflection.
But this was enough, enough that Conrad turned sideways, avoided the vital points of his body, and only left a blood hole in his body.
"Dark Warlock...it's a pity..."
It's a pity to finish saying this sentence, Grand Duke Borg's eyes are like burning candlelight, slowly dimming, the huge body has lost its support, and it is as soft as a pool of mud.
Grand Duke Borg didn't wait for Conrad to start, and he swallowed the last breath of his life. It was a pity that became the last word of his life. I don't know if it was a pity that he didn't kill Conrad? There are still other new discoveries.
Condra looked at Grand Duke Borg with a mixed mood. This is a paranoid and almost crazy man who has lived in battle all his life. Even if he knows he is going to die, he doesn't think about waiting to die, but how to fight back. He was cautious enough that he might be dragged to death together.
"There are assassins!"
"Catch the assassin!"
"Protect Grand Duke!"
There was a commotion outside, and Duke Borg’s guards had long been shocked. Duke Borg’s accidents occurred one after another, which was their biggest dereliction of duty.
But only a thousand days catching thieves, how can there be a thousand days to guard against thieves.
Even if it is a tight defense, there will be mistakes, not to mention the fact that if you are willing to create opportunities.
Grand Duke Borg's dying counterattack alarmed the guards outside.
Conrad did not dare to neglect, jumped outside, did not dare to walk through the main entrance, and passed directly through the window. When passing by Grand Duke Borg, he was still worried to prevent the other party from swindling death. He pressed his hand on top of his heart. The last shadow disappeared in a flash, and it used the technique that Sean had previously discovered on Grand Duke Borg.
Obviously, Sean is not the first person to discover this technique, at least Conrad understands it, and is far more proficient and sophisticated than Sean.
In terms of magic skills, Conrad is far more advanced than Sean. Even if there is no secret word level, he is also a senior control level. However, he does not use the medium to use the magic power twice in a row, and the consumption is not small for him. There was a layer of fine sweat.
Conrad just pushed the window, and then backed back faster.
"dead!"
An angry shout came from outside the window.
The entire window exploded, and the goddess splashed inward like flowers.
A sword light, like white practice, kept zooming in Conrad's eyes.
A tall figure, like a bull, followed closely behind.
Conrad's eyes contracted to the point of needles, and he almost groaned.
Champion knight!
Chief Guard Clifford of Archduke Borg.
Shouldn't he be resting now?
Even if there is no rest, Patrem should send someone to hold him.
Conrad's first reaction was that Patlem framed him.
It was denied again in an instant, after all, he was Patlem's person, if he was caught, Patlem would definitely not be able to escape.
This distracting thought is only fleeting and there is no more time to think.
Because he is facing a champion knight in a state of runaway.
It's one thing to watch a champion knight game, and another thing to play head-on with the champion knight. Only when you are immersive can you really feel the terrible opponent.
There is an illusion that the sword speed is so fast that it is inevitable.
Conrad's shadow power surged again. This time it was not released outside, but surged inward, poured into his legs, like a human-shaped frog, directly bounced out.
"court death!"
Clifford kept chasing him, temporarily changed his tricks, changed from thorns to picks, and prepared to divide Conrad directly.
The horror of the champion knight is not only power and speed, but the superhuman response ability is even more terrifying. There are dozens of changes in a sword, and this is what I said.
Excellent power control allows them to change their moves as they wish according to your reaction, giving them the illusion that they cannot be prevented.
Conrad's way of dangling his body in the air is undoubtedly fatal.
Ordinary people rarely use this trick, because it will make them lose the focus of the next change. Soldiers who have been fighting for a long time, unless they are riding a horse, seldom get their feet off the ground at the same time, and use a high kick. Less, because in the chaotic war, once falling to the ground, it means that the death rate will increase significantly.
Conrad is no ordinary person. The shadow magic power sprayed from his legs pushed him one meter high again. Like a cannonball, he smashed the roof and flew out, avoiding Clifford’s fatal pursuit.
"Stay for me!"
Where did Clifford let go of the murderer of Grand Duke Borg-although he did not check Duke Borg's situation up close, with the keen perception of the champion knight, he could easily perceive Duke Borg's current condition, a heart stopped beating. People, how can there be hope for survival.
With a kick of Clifford's legs, he also jumped up, not much slower than Conrad who used magic power.
"Don't let the assassin run, let go! Let go! Let go!" A panic and angry commanding sound came from outside the house.
Clifford had just rushed out of the hole where Conrad had hit him like a shadow, and he was greeted by a flood of arrows.
Clifford let out an angry growl and could only choose defense.
He now only had simple leather armor on him, but he didn't dare to let the arrow rain hit him.
Even if it is a champion knight~EbookFREE.me~, it is a normal tire. No matter how high the physique is, it cannot be harder than the iron armor. High physique is more reflected in the sturdy resilience and endurance, the defense is still relatively limited, and some patient polishing At most, it is comparable to cowhide. The muscles are stronger and not easily penetrated. There is no such thing as invulnerability.
Clifford was delayed by the rain of arrows, and Conrad rolled over and jumped off the roof, turning around and disappearing, because he was dressed as the most ordinary guard.
Conrad is not the kind of hot-blooded person. Although the time is hasty, the preparation is quite complete. Not only is he ready for the successful assassination, he also considers the retreat of the assassination failure.
It is obviously impossible to run past a champion knight, but it is very easy to confuse his vision.
"What are you doing?"
Clifford almost exploded. Was this wave of arrows blocking the assassin or blocking him? If he hadn't just commanded the archery, he was a member of the archduke's guard, he knew everything, and he couldn't help wondering if the opponent was an accomplice.
No, even members of the Grand Duke’s Guards who know everything about it must be suspicious, because loyalty is something that changes constantly with time, circumstances, and external temptations.