Chapter 52 Uninvited Guests

Before Thales could react, the attendants and guards behind him took a step forward without hesitation, blocking him firmly behind him.

The next moment, the friction sound of the sword being unsheathed was continuous and rang out!

"Clang!"

Wyah drew his sharp knife out of its sheath without hesitation, the tip of the knife faintly pointed directly at Nikolai's throat, his gaze was solemn.

"Shua!"

Rolf's only hidden blade also popped out of his cuff, and the blade pointed at Nikolai's heart. The upper half of his face not covered by the silver mask had an ugly expression.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

These are the White Blade Guards behind Nicolai.

These tall, strong-bodied masked northern elites are equipped with a lightweight iron-colored arm shield in their left hand, and a special-shaped sword drawn from their waist with their right hand. The handle is white and slender, and can be held with both hands. The blade is shining , with a beautiful arc - it really doesn't look like the rough and vigorous northern style.

Their movements of drawing their knives were neat and heavy, and their eyes outside the scarves were full of murderous intent. At some point, they had spread out in a semicircle, faintly surrounding them—the Star Mission.

The remaining dozen or so soldiers of Xingchen, such as Genard, Willow and others, did not hesitate to use their weapons to fight against the front line of the White Blade Guard.

"Look at their movements and eyes...these are the real elite, and our royal guards are nothing more than that," Ada's voice came from behind Thales' ear: "It's even better than the troops of the Heisha collar, Even against the Holy Blood Corps of those vampires, they probably won't be inferior."

Thales stared at the other side in disbelief, at Nicolai who was smiling coldly.

How is this going?

Tie yourself to Dragon Clouds City?

It's not that he hasn't imagined what he might encounter in Exeter... In fact, it's very normal for King Nun, who has lost his beloved son, to be angry, ridiculed, ridiculed, or humiliated at him, even if it is to avoid two The Canxing royal family and the Walton family actually have the same interests in terms of the Chinese war and the ambition to curb the Black Sand Territory.

But Thales never thought that this kind of humiliating "welcome" would start before he even arrived at Dragon Clouds City.

Are you really going to let them tie me up to Dragon Clouds City?

If we refuse—by moonlight,

Thales looked numbly at the white-handled swords of the White Blade Guards, and estimated the strength comparison between the enemy and us - how will the situation develop?

"It's ridiculous!" Puttilai's stern and angry voice sounded, he hurriedly thought about the situation in front of him, and said angrily: "Bindowment? Never has an envoy from one country to another country been treated like this. It is an insult to the reputation of His Majesty Nun VII and the honor of the Kingdom of Exeter! This will not bring any glory to your Majesty!"

If he is a member of King Nunn, he must be concerned about Extreme's face and dignity as a king, unless...

Around them, the Exeters from the Heisha collar looked at everything in the field with puzzled expressions: dozens of white-bladed guards and a dozen star envoys confronted each other with swords drawn.

"Hmph," Nikolai curled one corner of his mouth, revealing an ominous sneer, "This really won't bring any honor to His Majesty..."

"It makes him happy..."

"enough."

Puttilai clenched the long sword in his hand, and Thales couldn't help frowning.

In the next moment, there was no command, no orders, but the masked soldiers of the White Blade Guards turned cold, and they all took a step closer!

"Pfft!" They stepped heavily on the snow, like a heavy hammer hitting the hearts of the stars.

Willow Ken, who was looking at the enemy nervously, shook his shoulders, and his two guns were about to stab out!

"Crack!" A powerful hand stretched out from the side, tightly grasping the young spear soldier's right hand, and holding down the tip of the spear that he almost stabbed.

Willow was startled, and turned around to find that it was veteran Genard.

"Steady! Don't worry about their footsteps, pay attention to their shoulders!" He said calmly.

After experiencing the fierce bloody battle with the blood race in the birch forest, the private soldiers suffered heavy casualties. The seriously injured leader Jorah stayed in the fortress, while the veteran Genard, who had served as the Duke's personal guard, relied on his strength on the battlefield The veteran experience and the skillful skills gradually regained vaguely became the leader of this group, including a small number of Canxing private soldiers, fortress veterans, and northern conscripts.

However, facing the extremely tense atmosphere in front of him, the veteran couldn't help breaking out in cold sweat.

"Is this the will and order of His Majesty Nun?" Thales tried his best to be calm.

"Oh, of course." Nikolai ignored the two blades pointing at his throat and heart, and said grimly: "He just didn't say it."

A second later, Nicolai's figure moved, and he suddenly took a step forward, walking towards Thales!

Thales was taken aback!

Wyatt and Rolf gritted their teeth together, and held out their weapons, trying to force Nicolai back.

But the next moment, Nikolai's face flashed coldly, and his figure flickered.

In the blink of an eye, the pale Meteor suddenly turned sideways into the gap between the two blades!

"Scratch!" Wyatt cut the single-edged sword towards his throat, and hit the white hilt protruding from Nicolai's shoulder, causing sparks!

"Dang!" Nikolai's right hand lightly snapped out a finger, and flicked on Rolf's Hidden Blade pointing at his heart.

At that moment, under the discontented eyes of Wyatt and Rolf, Nicolai broke through the defenses of the two of them without changing his expression, squeezed into the gap between them, and stretched out his left hand towards Thales!

Damn it!

Thales gritted his teeth and took a step back very quickly to avoid Nicolai's hand. At the same time, he raised his left hand and touched the dagger at his waist with his right hand, posing an "iron body style" of swordsmanship used by the Northern Army.

But he was surprised to see that at the moment of his retreat, Nicolai's hand changed direction at the same time like a prophet, stretching out to the direction where he dodged!

The fluctuation rushed into Thales' brain in time, "slowing down" the scene in front of him as much as possible.

In Thales' field of vision, Nicolai moved slowly, like a flashing silver light, but every flash of light in his body would bring about a change in Nicolai's figure.

This is his finishing power? Thales looked tense, thinking carefully.

The meteorite's figure, movement, speed, change, and trajectory all entered Thales' consciousness at that moment.

After a moment of estimation, a pessimistic conclusion came to Thales' mind:

No matter how dodge... I can't avoid Nikolai's capture.

Fortunately, there was her...Thales felt the change in the breath of the cloak behind him.

"despair!"

Nikolai stretched out his hand halfway, when a short figure in a cloak grabbed his wrist.

"Be polite, boy," Ada clasped Nikolai's wrist tightly, and said coldly, "At least say 'hello' or 'please'."

Thales took a deep breath.

Only then did Wyatt and Rolf's sword blades catch up hastily, and they hung tightly on the meteorite's neck.

"Oh," Nikolai seemed a little surprised, but he still didn't care about the two swords touching his vitals. Instead, he frowned and looked at his grasped wrist, and then said to Ada with great interest: "A woman... sees through my actions?"

The dozens of white-bladed guards around Nicolai didn't seem to worry about the leader who was in danger at all. They still had cold eyes and murderous intent to maintain the oppression of everyone in the stars.

"What does this mean, Lord Nicolai? This is neither in line with the practice, nor is it an order from King Nunn..." Putillai's face turned ashen: "This kind of private behavior of yours is almost no different from an assassination!"

"Assassination, assassination?" Nikolai muttered the word in a low voice, he raised his head, his expression became extremely terrifying: "You mean, what you star people did to our Prince Moral in your land matter?"

"assassinate?"

Nicolai stared at Thales with angry eyes, and said word by word: "You are to His Majesty's only son, to Prince Exeter, to the heir of Dragon Clouds City, and to my students. —what did you do?”

"That cowardly act?"

Putillai was startled for a moment, then he reacted, and said without hesitation: "That is also up to His Majesty Nuen to decide!"

Damn.

Thales panted lightly, biting his lower lip tightly.

He looked at Nicolai, who was pinned down by Ada and held by Wyatt and Rolf's swords, gritted his teeth secretly: This situation... how to deal with it?

Forcing Nicolai to retreat?

Thales took a deep breath, and he raised his hands to the pale man, indicating that he was a harmless little boy, while Nicolai sneered at him maliciously.

"Your Excellency Viscount Canbida, and Your Excellency Lord Tuleha!" Xingchen's second prince turned his head and shouted at the Heisha army: "Your task of escorting me to Dragon Clouds City has almost been completed! Presumably people will praise Grand Duke Heisha for his loyalty to His Majesty Nun, and King Nun will also be satisfied with your loyalty, and I am also very grateful for your escort!"

"You can leave now!"

Thales' voice fell.

Putilei frowned, while Nicolai was slightly taken aback.

Viscount Cambida, who was frowning at all this in the distance, sighed deeply.

However, Cambida finally just nodded to Tuleha who was frowning, and strode forward.

this kid.

What are they talking about.

[Your task of escorting me to Dragon Clouds City has almost been completed]: I was responsible for my safety before I arrived in Dragon Clouds City, but I haven't arrived in Dragon Clouds City yet.

[Presumably people will praise Grand Duke Heisha's loyalty to His Majesty Nuen]: Everyone will know that His Majesty Nuen kidnapped Prince Xingchen in the army led by Heisha like no one else.

[And King Nuen will be satisfied with your loyalty]: No matter how obedient you are, the relationship between King Nuen and Grand Duke Heisha will not be better, and Dragon Clouds City still regards Heisha leader as a thorn in his side.

[At the same time, I am also very grateful for your escort]: An opportunity to win the friendship of Prince Star Star is in front of your eyes.

[You can leave now]: Hurry up and make a move!

"Lord Nicolai!" Viscount Canbida said while reassessing whether these words were spoken by the second prince of Putilei: "After all, this is the camp of Heisha's army, and we were entrusted by the Grand Duke. You lost the mission of protecting the safety of His Royal Highness Thales, and your actions now... are undoubtedly very unwise."

Nikolai shook off Ida's hand, still ignored the sword on his neck, and said coldly to Cambida: "I thought you were also from Exeter."

"Of course we are people from Exeter, but also people from the Northland... and the people from the Northland cherish their reputation, just like snow eagles cherish their wings." Cambida walked up to Nicolai, looked at the two sides who were at war, Especially his gaze paused on Thales and Putilei: "Your Excellency the Meteor...I believe that His Majesty Nuen probably didn't give you the order 'Tie the prince to Dragon Clouds City'."

Behind him, under Tuleha's signal, the soldiers of the Heisha collar slowly surrounded him.

Nicolai looked at Cambida steadily.

Then he showed a faint sneer.

"What if I say 'no'?" The man's face paled even more: "What are you going to do? Your Excellency, Viscount Heisha? Let your army kill us, His Majesty's personal guards?"

"Really, the soldiers of the Heisha collar?" Nikolai glanced around, glanced at the elite standing army specially set aside by the Grand Duke of Heisha, and smiled lightly.

Thales' heart sank.

Oops.

It seems that even 2,000 troops led by Heisha... can't deter Nikolai and his White Blade Guard.

"There are less than fifty of you," Tuleha came from behind Cambida, looked at the white weapon behind Nikolai with a solemn expression, "Even if you have the Blade of Severing Soul, you are nothing more than a few." Just hold on for a few minutes... You are neither Alaka Mu, nor his immovable bow."

Cambida stared firmly at Nicolai's face: "Of course, we never want to be enemies with the famous White Blade Guard... Especially twelve years ago, we fought side by side."

"The face-changing game of good guys and bad guys has been out of fashion for a long time," Nicolai said indifferently, "I said, His Majesty will ask Rumba to settle the score... Before that, you will not want to mess with his personal guards long."

Thales' heart skipped a beat.

White Blades.

He remembered what Putillai had told him about Kaslan's identity.

Kaslan retired twenty years ago...so...

"You know," Thales said slowly, attracting everyone's attention: "We just passed Kaslan's Hero Tavern a few days ago."

Thales noticed that as soon as he finished speaking, Nicolai's expression suddenly changed.

Even the White Blade Guard fighters who were confronting them around them also had their eyes flickering.

Kaslan... It seems that the old man means something to them.

Thales nodded in his heart.

"Caslan invited me to drink a glass of rye alcohol, the limited amount," Thales continued calmly, "He is a wise and open-minded old man... But I don't think you know him, Nicolai Your lord?"

There was a complicated look in Nicolai's eyes.

"Because," Thales sighed, "The White Blade Guard led by someone like him must be different from yours."

Nicolai stared at him without saying a word.

The next moment, Thales gritted his teeth, as if he had made up his mind.

Immediately under the shocked eyes of everyone, the second prince shouted: "Star people, put down your weapons!"

Both Wyatt and Rolf looked at Thales in surprise, and even Ada let out a "huh" under the cloak.

The Xingchen people looked at the white-bladed guards around them, and looked at each other in surprise, unable to believe the order of His Royal Highness.

Only Puttilai thought about it.

Cambida and Tuleha frowned at the same time.

Nikolai stared at him with an indecipherable expression.

"This is an order from your second prince, the heir to the Star King's throne!" Thales repeated with a firm expression.

Putilei was the first to put his sword back into its scabbard and took a step back.

Immediately, Genard withdrew his sword without hesitation.

Wyatt glanced at the prince in disbelief. Under the latter's unquestionable gaze, he still gritted his teeth and withdrew the sword that was on Nicolai's neck.

Then Rolf, then the fifth, then the sixth... until all the Starmen put up their arms.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Thales took a step forward, passed the protection of Wyah and Rolf, and walked in front of Nicolai.

"You should have done this a long time ago." Nicolai lowered his head and looked at him blankly. "The earlier you obey, the less pain you will have..."

"That's enough, Your Excellency the Meteorite." Thales interrupted him coldly.

"I don't know why you insist on tying me back to Dragon Clouds City, whether it's new or old, Prince Moral, or Prince Horace," Thales suppressed the trembling in his voice: "But until I complete my first mission, I will only speak back to King Nun."

Nikolai looked at the second prince of the stars in surprise.

"This will be a conversation between the future king of Stars and the current king of Exeter," Thales took a deep breath, "but before that, you want to humiliate me who is about to talk to His Majesty Nun?"

"There is no doubt that your actions are tarnishing His Majesty Nun's honor... A father who has lost his only son doesn't have to care about his own honor anymore?"

"Ask yourself, warriors of the White Blade Guards, people of the Northland!" Thales turned to the surrounding White Blade Guards: "His personal guards, White Blade Guards, Dragon Guards! Humiliatedly bound a seven-year-old child to Longxiao City... let everyone know how strong the king of Exeter, the successor of the hero Nakaru, the ruler of the Northlanders, His Majesty Nun VII is!"

The eyes of the soldiers of the White Blade Guard were scattered outside the mask.

"Caslan told me that whether it's the history of the empire or the symbol of the dragon...these are not important. What matters is whether the people in the Northland can still persist in themselves and live well in their present." Thales turned Turning around, he spread his hands, raised his head and stared at Nicolai calmly: "In the past few days, we have eaten the food of the Northlanders and drank the wine of the Northlanders. According to the customs of the Northland, We are now the guests of His Majesty Nun, guests in the land under his rule."

"Now, we are finally reaching his doorstep—let us star people, these so-called descendants of the empire! Let's see if the strength and glory of the Northlanders is worth our dangerous journey."

The soldiers of the White Blade Guard quickly exchanged glances, and then looked at their commander in unison.

Cambida's eyes kept switching between Thales and Putillai, thoughtful.

Wyah looked worriedly at the meteorite opposite.

And the most critical decider—Nikolai narrowed his eyes slowly.

A few seconds passed.

"Very well, Thales Canxing," he looked at Thales and smiled faintly, "You and your uncle... are not too far apart."

Thales was taken aback.

"Put down your weapons, my brothers," Nicolai looked at Thales with a complicated expression, "Let His Majesty decide how our guests belong... even if he has a deep hatred against us."

The white-bladed guards who received the order put their swords back into their sheaths neatly.

Thales finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Also heaving a sigh of relief, everyone from Xingchen, even the two commanders of Heisha collar.

at this moment.

"Warning!" Outside the camp, the Heisha collar soldiers shouted vigilantly again.

Everyone's attention was instantly drawn outside the campsite.

Under the moonlight, new cavalry appeared before their eyes, heading towards the camp.

"Your companion?" Cambida narrowed his eyes and asked Nicolai.

Nicolai did not answer him.

The sound of horseshoes came from outside the camp.

It was a dozen cavalrymen, flying a strange banner, slowly approaching their camp.

It was a flag with a white background, with a curved golden wheat ear drawn on it, extending from the upper right corner of the flag to the lower left corner, crossing with a dagger of the same golden color.

"Good night, everyone," came a strange male voice from afar, "Praise Lady Fengshou and Maiden Muhai, and may they bless you all with food and clothing and a prosperous life!"

Cambida took a few steps forward, looked at the flag of the wheat ear dagger, and slowly frowned.

"I am Elassa Kambida, Viscount of Menton City, this is the barracks of the Grand Duke Heisha," Viscount Kambida said loudly, "Who is here!"

Under the protection of more than a dozen cavalrymen, a middle-aged man wearing a gorgeous coat, a gem-studded top hat, and a bunch of golden ponytail hair slowly rode out from the crowd.

"Under Shiles Bermula, Honorary Marquis of Shanliu City," the middle-aged man stopped his horse, took off his hat and put it on his left chest, with a friendly and humble smile on his face, facing Cambida's Fang Xiang bowed slightly: "From the friendly and generous Kangmasi Sixteen City-State Alliance, he is a member of the thirty-six seats in the Kangmasi United Council."

"This trip represents Shanliu City in the alliance. I am going to Exeter. I heard that His Royal Highness the second prince of Xingchen is here. I am here to meet you."

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In the early morning, Dragon Clouds City, Chi Chi Avenue.

This is a Far Eastern man with black hair and black eyes. He is about thirty or forty years old.

Holding an unextinguishable lamp, he walked steadily in the dark and cold underground cellar, planning to start his day's work.

But the next moment, he frowned, as if he felt something.

He stopped, and in the silence and darkness, his eyes scanned every corner in front of him carefully, and his ears listened to all the movements in the cellar.

nothing.

But he didn't let his guard down.

Because he trusts his intuition more.

In many cases, danger cannot be detected by eyes and ears.

In many cases, instinct is the last reliance of life.

Like now.

He gritted his teeth, frowned, and faced the darkness beyond the light, showing a ferocious expression.

Just like a wolf who feels danger together, sharpens its teeth and claws, and is alert to the danger in the dark.

Immediately, the man from the Far East moved his body, raised the unextinguishable lamp with one hand, and pressed his waist with the other hand when he lowered his body.

He turned sideways to the front left, to the wall, to the darkness behind the corner.

"Who's there?" the Far East man said calmly.

no answer.

"If you want to steal some oil and water, buddy," the Far Eastern man spoke a common language with a northern accent, moving his feet slowly and rhythmically, "then you have come to the wrong place."

Still no answer.

The Far Easterner narrowed his eyes.

The next moment, his figure flashed!

The journey of more than ten steps was rushed by him in three steps!

The Far Easterner crossed the corner, and the light of the eternal lamp illuminated everything in this corner.

But the people from the Far East let out a "huh" in surprise.

The corner in front of him was empty.

After a few seconds, the Far East man breathed a sigh of relief.

Am I too suspicious?

The people from the Far East carefully checked the corner on one side and confirmed that there were no traces left by anyone.

He shook his head, shrugged, and patted his head.

It seems so.

The old problems of the past are old, and I can't get rid of them... As a result, I am paranoid even when I sleep.

The wolf does not sleep because it is a policeman—this was the first lesson his master taught him a long, long time ago after he was left on the grassland in Beili and let him live alone for three days.

He sighed.

I really hope that one day I can sleep well.

Forget about all the past.

The Far East man laughed at himself, then turned around and walked towards the way he came.

The lights followed him as well.

Spot the other person behind you.

A person who appeared out of nowhere.

The pupils of the Far Easterners shrank!

He instinctively raised the hand on his waist!

"Boom!"

The Far Easterner was shocked to find that his right hand, which was clinging to the dagger, was firmly grasped by the unexpected guest who appeared suddenly!

Can't move.

"Long time no see, Gu."

The other party said slowly.

The Far East man resisted the shock in his heart, the trembling all over his body, and the instinct to break free with the power of termination.

He stared at the man who suddenly appeared.

That ordinary-looking man.

"Yeah, long time no see," Gu, a man from the Far East, replied bitterly:

"Black Sword."

Hei Jian put down Gu's wrist.

"Lancer asked me to come to you." The man called Black Sword said indifferently and briefly

It's still the same as before.

Gu inserted the dagger back into his waist and frowned.

Simple and direct.

Chilling.

"Yes," Gu took a deep breath, getting rid of all unnecessary emotions and memories, and said seriously: "I found him."

Hei Jian didn't speak.

"Confirm?" After a few seconds, Hei Jian spoke slowly.

"Although I have never met him directly," Gu Shen breathed out, "but it should be him, there is no mistake."

Black Sword was silent.

strangeness.

Gu secretly said: Why is he so calm? Shouldn't he...

"I'll come to you again tonight and ask about the details." Hei Jian turned around and said calmly, "I still have some things to do."

Come to me again?

Thinking of the other party's elusive figure, he couldn't help frowning.

"Okay," Gu recalled the memories of the past, only felt a burst of irritability and panic, he said helplessly: "Anyway, I have to do business first."

"Business?" Hei Jian frowned, thinking of Gu's bad past.

His figure disappeared in the darkness outside the light again: "What else can you do business?"

"What business?" He exhaled impatiently, walked to the side table, violently lifted a layer of oilcloth on it, revealing a boning knife and a chopping board, and said angrily:

"This is my butcher shop!"

"Of course it's selling meat!"