Chapter 150 Awakening

Yordel knelt on the spot silently, on the weird dark purple mask, a pair of mirror holes were dark and dull.

Thales suppressed thousands of thoughts and sighed slightly.

"So, you're there."

The yordle's mask moved.

"Yes," a hoarse and dull voice sounded from under the mask:

"I am here."

The man behind the mask gently stretched out his gloved right hand:

"I am always here."

Thales was silent for a few seconds, and the soreness on his arm gradually disappeared.

He took a deep breath.

"yes."

The prince raised his head and showed a gentle smile: "I know."

"I always knew."

He grasped Yoddle's palm and stood up with the strength of the latter.

The torch in Yoddle's hand flicked the flame heart, illuminating the surroundings, but it seemed that when it shone on Yoddle, the color was restrained, and there was little reflection.

It only made his mask more mysterious and profound.

Thales let go of Yordle's hand and watched him silently.

Not long ago, the bloody battle between Nicolai and Monty in the barren rocks was not only thrilling, but also brought disaster to the fish - poor Thales was caught in the middle. Seriously injured, wandering life and death.

Under a rare opportunity, the sin of Hell River rose up after a long absence, devouring the young man at that moment.

And when Thales lay dying on the ground, suffering from the uncontrollable pain of the sin of Hell River, the sensitive senses that were aroused at that moment gave back new information to Prince Star Star.

Apart from the Meteorite and Deathcrow, who were fighting to the death, and himself who couldn't move, Thales felt a fourth person.

The fourth is faint breathing, the fourth is the friction between footsteps and the ground, and the fourth is like a curtain, hiding the mysterious character in the shadows.

It silently leaned against the huge rock where the White Blade Guards faced off. It was like a rock, motionless, almost blending with the environment. Even when Thales was in danger, it would still lurk silently, waiting for Nicole indifferently and cautiously. Lay vs. Monty.

But the two extreme masters in the fierce battle knew nothing about it.

Just like... in the past.

Thales may not recognize that figure, but this does not prevent him from recognizing that layer of "curtain" through the short-term enhanced sense of hell - that layer of wonderful, unusual, even the prince himself has experienced, Invisible ripples that separate color and sound.

Realm of shadows.

At that moment, Thales suddenly understood that in the secret department headquarters in Dragon Clouds City, if there was one thing that the treacherous Raphael said was right, it must be this sentence:

【We will ensure that you have trustworthy strength and human protection all the way from outside Longxiao City to the Great Desert—of course, the number will not be too many, but they are rare elites in the world...]

It's yordle.

That's why Thales was able to move forward with confidence and enter the desert without looking back after leaving Nikolai and Monty's lives behind.

After escaping from Dragon Clouds City, on the bright side, Monty led Thales to escape the threat of pursuers as the best scout, but secretly, Yordle, who sneaked into the Northland at some time, served as a guarantee in the shadows, guarding them - Maybe the Secret Division has long doubted the loyalty of the Death Crow, maybe this was the final test for Monty.

In the great desert, Thales was in danger several times, and in the end there was always a magical "luck" that allowed him to escape the cold trap of Moshen: whether it was when the water ran out, the food lost consciousness and fell on the yellow sand, his life was not what he deserved. The Jedi "bumped into" Dante's great sword team, and when the orcs were besieged and surrounded by enemies, the star army caused by the skyrocketing fire was strangely ignited in the merchant's camp.

Now it seems that most of these luck and coincidences are in line with Yodel's consistent style of hiding in secret and making secret moves.

More than this, maybe, maybe on the way out of the Palace of Heroes, maybe that black-robed swordsman who came with two swords...

At that second, Thales, who was full of thoughts, silently looked at Yordle's mask, looked at this man who had always been reticent, and remembered the first time he appeared on Red Square Street, stretching out to the little beggar at that time. Shot scene.

Only then did he suddenly realize that he was already as tall as the shoulders of the masked guards.

at this moment.

"Who are you?"

A deep and drawn-out voice sounded from the void, Thales subconsciously became vigilant, but found that Yoddle was motionless, only turning his head to look backward.

Looking at the cell shrouded in darkness.

"It's a terrifying ability to hide," Sakel's exhausted voice came from the darkness after suffering too much:

"Before you drew your sword, I didn't even feel anything strange."

Thales frowned, he found that Yodel seemed a little too silent.

"But that mask."

Sackel in the darkness said lightly:

"I recognize that mask."

mask?

Thales frowned, and quickly looked at Yordle, especially his strange dark purple mask.

The thing that has made him extremely curious since the first meeting.

I only heard Sackel's laughter came coldly: "'Myojin Trick' is also one of the dowry of the elf queen, but it has been classified as a 'forbidden item' in the royal treasure house for three hundred years. It is not for no reason. of."

Myojin trick?

What's the name?

There was emotion in Sackel's words that made Thales uneasy.

"Hidden image, camouflage, observation, insight, and even delayed damage..." The prisoner in the prison said slowly: "It can give the owner too many benefits..."

"It's almost catching up to what it's asking for."

cost.

Thales couldn't help but glanced at Yoddle again, but the latter was just silent and didn't say a word.

"Who are you?"

It seemed that Sackel was also a little impatient, and his voice was a little impatient: "Even if you don't look at the mask, not everyone is qualified to wield the Supreme Sword."

"Secrets? Or the royal family?"

Just when Thales was staring and trying to remind them of their current situation, Yodel suddenly spoke up.

"I'm just an unknown person." The masked guard said lightly.

The prisoner in the dark was silent for a while.

"No, you're not."

His tone was sure.

"you are not."

Behind the mask named "Myojin Trick", his eyes moved slightly.

Saker let out a long sigh.

Seems to think of something.

"I told you..."

"A long time ago, I told you when I taught you unarmed combat in the Fuxing Palace," the former watchman of the royal guard said with indescribable desolation:

"You are not suitable to be a royal assassin."

Thales saw that the figure of the masked guard, who had not moved for a long time, swayed after these words.

I only heard Sakel sigh and spit out an intimate name:

"Little Joad."

The scene seemed to be still in the air, only the fire continued to flicker.

A few seconds later, Yodel turned around slowly, and a hoarse voice sounded with difficulty:

"haven't seen you for a long time."

"gentlemen."

Thales looked around in embarrassment.

Obviously, this is a long-lost reunion.

"You shouldn't be wearing that mask," Sackel didn't listen to Yodel, his voice was slightly sad:

"You shouldn't."

These were the last words, and with a rustle, his movement was lost in the darkness of the cell.

Jodl didn't speak.

Thales, who was so affected by the atmosphere before that he didn't dare to take a breath, rolled his eyes, and carefully pointed to the way he came, the deep passage.

"So, now we..."

Jodl raised his head and stopped looking in the direction of Sackel:

"Don't worry, the secret department is on the ground, everything is ready."

Now it was Thales' turn to frown slightly.

"Secret science? Have they always known? Since I came back, about the Shadow Shield, about the Prison of Bones, about..."

He looked at Yoddle suspiciously.

"Half," Yoddle nodded, then shook his head again, "They know half of it from the Tower of Terminator."

"I told them about the half of the Shadow Shield - your return journey is not smooth, and many people are very interested in you."

The masked guard said silently.

Thales exhaled.

"It's really good news." A slight annoyance welled up in his heart.

Really bad.

This is the voice of the prince.

Thales tried his best to get rid of his irritability, cleared his throat, and said to Jodl:

"Listen, Yodel, uh, how should I put it, when I came back, there was such a mercenary..."

While Thales was worrying, Jodl suddenly said:

"'Quick Rope'."

He is simple and straightforward.

Thales was taken aback.

"Secret Science doesn't know about him," Jodl seemed to know what Thales was thinking, "Let's see what we can do."

Thales opened his mouth and closed it again.

He looked at Yoddle, suddenly grateful for him.

I am grateful to the other party for such understanding, and it is easy to understand.

But Jodl obviously didn't need the prince's words of thanks, he nodded consciously and turned around.

"We should go."

Thales frowned.

"Oh, wait a minute."

Under the prince's signal, Jodl held the torch and followed Thales towards Ricky's fallen body.

Thales looked at Ricky, who was in a pool of blood. It was hard to imagine that just an hour ago in the tavern, this guy had easily knocked himself down.

It's that cold.

Leader of the Sword of Disaster.

The prince could only shake his head helplessly, squatted down and flattened Ricky's body.

Expose the latter's eyes, empty and lifeless.

"Excuse me, dear Crassus," Thales looked at Ricky's pale face with complicated emotions, took out the confiscated dagger from his arms, shook it at the dead man before buckling it around his waist, Regardless of whether the other party can hear:

"I believe it's mine."

Yoddle looked at the sheathed dagger quietly, watched the prince talking to a corpse, and continued to remain silent.

Thales fumbled in Ricky's arms again, skillfully, going straight to the point, fast and efficient.

It's like going back to my childhood, searching for unconscious drunks or unclaimed corpses in the sewers of the downtown area.

"And this..."

Thales sighed, took out a piece of yellowed precious letter paper, shook it out in front of his face, and looked at the signature of "H N Can Xing" below, feeling a little bit embarrassed:

"I believe it's not yours."

The prince didn't have time to read it carefully, so he took a deep breath, carefully folded this unusual posthumous letter, and put it in his arms.

Jodl suddenly spoke at this moment:

"arms."

"Huh?" Thales turned around.

"You should take his weapon," Yoddle's mask moved slightly, "We're not out of danger yet, and you can't just rely on a self-defense dagger."

Thales raised his eyebrows.

"Okay," the prince shrugged, looked at Ricky's waist, and looked at the slender saber that was wrapped tightly in a cloth and never unsheathed:

"I guess, this sword is useless in his hand."

Thales pulled off Ricky's belt and tore off his saber belt.

"You are a good man, Ricky, and thank you for your protection and... generosity."

While Thales muttered to himself, he unwrapped the wrap and exposed the long sword in front of his eyes.

This is an unusual sword.

Thales had this feeling the first time he saw it.

He saw a soft-colored silver diamond inlaid on the sword grid, which set off the weapon's elegant and quiet sense of nobility. Its well-cast gauntlet and hilt formed a standard right angle, which looked neat and strict. The two edges from the tip of the sword to the body of the sword have a beautiful arc, which is shiny and smooth even in the dim firelight.

And when Thales held the hilt of the sword and raised it, he immediately found that the weapon in his hand had an amazing sense of balance, and it swung smoothly and freely without any stagnation.

"Good guy." Thales pulled a few sword flowers and praised with a click of his tongue.

Compared with it, the weapons of the Northlanders seem to be shoddy, and even the creations of the Starmen seem inferior. As for the weapons of the orcs, well...

But what attracted Thales the most was not its shape, but the inscriptions engraved on both sides of the blade.

"Ancient imperial script." Thales murmured, looking back and forth at the inscription on the blade.

But compared to other ancient imperial scripts, this time, he could only recognize a few phrases on the two lines of inscriptions.

"What's going on..."

Thales looked at the inscription with a headache that was completely different from most of the writing: "What is eternity..."

God.

He really needs to make up for the star culture.

Thales shook his head, took out the last thing from Ricky's arms, and threw it to Yordle casually after only passing an eye.

"Hey, take this, it'll work."

"As for him..."

Thales glanced at Semir, who was lying unconscious on the side, recalled his sensitive and complicated identity, and sighed: "Let the secret department handle it."

At this moment, Yodel's figure flashed in an instant!

"Hoo-boom!"

With a bang, Thales was thrown to the ground before he had time to react!

"Hold it!"

Anxious shouts sounded from the passage: "Don't hurt our target."

Thales gasped heavily, leaning on Ricky's sword, grabbed Yoddle's arm and stood up, looking at his original position with lingering fear: a crossbow bolt was nailed in place, and the tail of the arrow trembled slightly.

But now is not the time to rejoice.

In the next second, a sword light that was as fast as lightning came from the air in an instant!

Meet another dark blade in the air.

"clang!"

A piercing clash sounded.

Thales only felt his eardrums for a while, and he was pushed back by Yodel immediately, taking a dozen steps back in a row!

The figure of the masked guard flickered in the air several times, trying to avoid the two back moves that were faster and more ruthless than the first sword, and a backflip, barely falling in front of Thales.

More or less embarrassed.

When Thales saw the sudden attacker clearly, his heart tightened.

Oops.

I saw the middle-aged swordsman in the Northland, Clay standing in front of them coldly, staring at Yoddle angrily, the long sword "Dark Light" in his hand trembling unceasingly.

He's not the only one.

tread! tread! tread!

The sound of multiple footsteps sounded from one end of the passage, approaching at an extremely fast speed with the flames.

Josh Qiqi, who is the sword of disaster, appeared at the entrance of the passage, followed by more than a dozen fierce mercenaries.

"Oh My God!"

Josh put down the crossbow in his hand and stared at the scene in a daze.

He looked at the leader lying in a pool of blood and Semir, who was unconscious, and showed a look of astonishment along with his companions.

"This...Ricky..."

"No……"

From shock to resentment, from anger to hatred, the Swords of Disaster looked at the only Yordles and Thales left.

Thales gritted his teeth and clenched his fist.

They came too...too fast!

Just now, Yodel knocked down two people, almost without a sound...

And it will take a long time to pass through this channel.

How did they go so fast...

"Siege formation!"

Clay, who had seen the situation on the field clearly, let out a loud shout, his face full of anger.

The swords of disaster spread out in a semicircle, with fierce eyes but cautiously surrounded the prince and the guards.

Facing countless eyes full of hatred and killing intent, Thales raised Ricky's sword subconsciously.

Yoddle's knees were slightly bent, and the Supreme Sword was replaced by a backhand in his palm.

"Ricky was right."

Clay looked bitterly at the leader's corpse on the ground, and then at the special long sword in Thales' hand: "He was right."

He finally held up the dark light and pointed angrily at the masked guard yordle:

"Sure enough, it's you, a sneaky guy, who has been following us secretly, making trouble back and forth!"

Taylor's heart moved:

"he knows?"

He looked at the leader of the Sword of Disaster on the ground in disbelief: "Ricky knows?"

Clay poohed bitterly, extremely unwilling.

"Of course he does."

The middle-aged swordsman in the North said coldly:

"Just now, when we were confronting the Shadow Shield, you were the one who attacked secretly and provoked the battle, right? You want to see us both hurt and benefit from it."

Jodl was silent.

Clay gritted his teeth and said, "Ricky has been suspicious ever since—the battle started too fast and too suddenly, too unprepared, not like the style of coercion and temptation."

Thales understood something, and his face turned pale.

That means……

"So Ricky deliberately withdrew his staff and brought me here," the prince stared blankly at Ricky's body, looking at the empty hall:

"Just for, for..."

"In order to lure out this mouse that is secretly wreaking havoc." Josh coldly threw away the crossbow, and pulled out two strangely shaped hand axes from behind:

"A master assassin who lurks in the dark and even has the ability to hide his body."

All the swords of disaster stared fiercely at Yoddle.

"The only thing Ricky didn't expect was that this mouse, which hides its head and shows its tail, has the power to kill him." Clay looked at Ricky's dead body on the ground, full of hatred: "It didn't even have time to send out the ambush signal."

Thales looked at Yoddle with an ugly expression.

But only the dark purple mask can be seen.

"You know what, the masked one."

Clay's long sword trembled slightly, and Thales could see the power of the end gathering in his body, bursting out with his anger: "I promise you—you will pay the price for this."

The Swords of Disaster all unleashed their battles, and the hall was filled with murderous intent.

Taylor suddenly felt a headache.

Yoddle looked up slowly.

His faint voice came from under the mask: "I know."

"I knew it from the beginning."

The next moment, the torch in Yordle's hand was extinguished and fell to the ground!

The whole person guarded by the mask disappeared in front of everyone's eyes in an instant like morning dew!

Very weird.

"He's invisible again!"

The people of the Sword of Disaster are obviously experienced, and they were not confused by the sight in front of them. Clay roared angrily:

"Don't use your eyes, use the power of ending to feel the killing intent!"

At that moment, Thales' hairs stood on end in the senses of hell - he felt that the dozen or so swords of disaster in front of him raised their swords in unison, ready to fight.

The power of end emanates from their bodies, each of which is different, or gathers somewhere, or rushes endlessly, or ignites rhythm, or endlessly - but it is the same violent, violent, and crazy, even Thales is far away. Looking at it, I felt inexplicably stinging.

Very different from ordinary people.

"Take the small one first!"

"No matter what kind of trick it is, if he wants to attack, he must first show his figure, and even show his killing intent!" Clay ordered calmly, asking the mercenaries to surround the exit and pay attention to every corner.

"The moment he appeared," Clay said coldly, observing his surroundings:

"It's the time of death."

Thales' eyelids twitched, feeling bad.

"Eighteen," Thales stepped back slowly, counted the enemies in front of him, moved his lips, and said softly to the empty void:

"There are still a few masters who are not inferior to Ricky."

"can you?"

There was a unique hoarse voice quietly in the air, just like six years ago: "They have numbers, formations, preparations, and they know my existence. If they break through head-on..."

After hearing what the other party meant, Thales felt a heavy heart.

"I am not Wrath of the Kingdom." Yodel said sadly.

In front of them, the people of the Sword of Disaster were vigilant around and pressed on step by step.

"So the answer is no."

Thales was very frustrated and frowning, but he could only bite the bullet and think of a way: "Okay, then I'll try..."

But Jodl’s words continued, interrupting him:

"But someone can."

Thales was taken aback.

ah?

Can someone?

The next second, the wind howled!

"Boom!"

A mercenary with a torch staggered back, the torch slipped out of his hand, and crashed into the wall with an incoming stone.

As if a gust of wind had blown by, pinching it in the hands of the sword of disaster, the only three beams of flames in the field were blown upside down!

"Over there!" Clay shouted angrily, and the sword light struck like thunder!

Thales only had time to see Yordle's figure flashing in the air, and the swords clashed.

"clang!"

The figure of the mask guard ghost first forced one person back, and then retreated in embarrassment under the attack of the three.

After dodging countless times to enter the palace, he rolled over, but his back leaned against the stone pillar in the hall, and he had no way to retreat.

"Surround up and kill him!" Clay's killing voice was merciless.

But the next moment, Yodel's figure disappeared on the stone pillar again.

"boom!"

A heavy hammer smashed hard on the stone pillar where the mask guard disappeared, causing stone chips to fly.

"Fuck!" Josh, who fell short of success, cursed.

The Disaster Swords turned their heads calmly, arranged their formation, and waited for another opportunity.

However, a few seconds later—

"Kara..."

A strange voice came from not far away!

The Swords of Disaster were all taken aback.

Clay frowned and turned back: "What are you doing—"

But immediately, another Sword of Disaster found the trace of the enemy and shouted a reminder:

"Where!"

The mercenaries turned their heads in unison, and found Yoddle by the wall behind the hall.

"kill!"

Josh yelled violently and led his men to charge forward, all four weapons were unleashed, forcing Yoddle to be in a hurry.

But Clay saw more.

He saw that the masked dark figure put his left hand on the wall and opened a ring lightly.

Rings?

Next to the hanging ring, there is an iron plate engraved with words.

Clay's expression changed!

He turned his head subconsciously, and saw a familiar emblem on the stone pillar where Yordle disappeared.

that eye.

To the all-seeing eye.

But at some point, the long, crystal-green key that originally belonged to Ricky had been firmly inserted in the center of the emblem.

No.

This was Clay's first thought.

In the next moment, rough metal friction and crisp machine brackets sounded continuously!

"Kara-Kara-Kara!"

The Swords of Disaster panicked in shock, allowing Yoddle to escape from the siege again, sneak into the shadows, and even knocked a torch into the air.

"Kara—Kara!"

The loud and harsh sound of the machine rang for several seconds, tormenting everyone's ears.

"Boom."

Until it suddenly disappeared with a muffled sound.

It was as if the blade of the ax on the guillotine, after experiencing friction representing death and blood, fell to the low end with a loud bang.

Clay and Josh turned their heads in astonishment, and under the barely illuminated light of the last torch, they looked towards the back of the hall.

Disappeared.

Clay opened his eyes blankly, looking at the notorious dark cell.

Disappeared.

At some point, in the deep cell behind the hall, there was a mysterious railing that isolated and tortured the prisoners...

Gone.

Only dozens of round holes on the ground are left, telling their whereabouts.

Only a quiet darkness was left behind, setting off the faint silence.

"Oops." Clay blurted out subconsciously, not even caring about Yodel's whereabouts.

Looking at the ominous darkness that should have been tightly separated by the mysterious fence, the Swords of Disaster subconsciously retreated and gathered.

They looked at each other, and many people felt inexplicable uneasiness in their hearts.

A second later, a long and distant sound of inhalation slowly came out from the dead silence that no one knew about:

"Aha--"

The voice is a little heavy, and the breath is a little anxious.

It is as if a person who has not breathed for a long time gets his first breath of air.

Even the dim fire flickered slightly.

At that moment, all the mercenaries who were immersed in the power of the singular end felt their scalps numb and their hairs stood on end!

Their finishers rioted together like restless animals.

how--

"Steady!" Clay gritted his teeth and shouted: "Formation!"

Under the turbulent finishing force, the mercenaries had to try their best to restrain themselves, suppressing uncontrollable anger and inexplicable panic.

Then Qiqi looked at the mysterious darkness.

The sound of exhalation sounded again in the darkness.

Compared with before, this time's breath is dull and steady.

"call……"

Also quite boring.

There were rustling sounds in the darkness.

Beads of sweat dripped from Clay's forehead. He firmly held the hilt of his sword, suppressing the "touch of greed" that was operating crazily in his body, and was alert to the unknown darkness ahead.

What are you doing?

He knew that there were not many situations where the final power of the Disaster Sword could be so violent.

And what is it...

at this moment.

"Ah..." A boring, ordinary male voice came from the darkness:

"I really need to shave."

The accent is pure and the language is sad.

In doubt and panic, the Swords of Disaster looked at each other, breathing faster.

Clay's eyelids twitched slightly.

The moment he heard this voice, he suddenly had an illusion:

In the darkness ahead, it seemed that some terrible beast had just woken up from its hibernating cave.

Breathe out its lazy and unhappy first breath.

Clay tightened his grip on the sword in his hand, swallowing hard.

"so."

The boring male voice sounded again, with more vitality and a little smile:

"Do you...have razors?"

puff!

With a muffled sound, the only remaining torch in the arena was extinguished, and the flame disappeared before his eyes.

The entire hall, including the 18 Swords of Disaster, was completely plunged into deadly darkness.

Bottomless.