Act 447 The Eve of Destiny IV

Caglis's face darkened, and he gritted his teeth, feeling that he still didn't dare to take a gamble. ※%※%, thinking of this, he said: "You stay here, I will lure them away, if there is a chance, you run away——"

"do you understand?"

"Mr. Caglis, you can't..."

"Shut up." This young aristocratic kid from Tonigel showed a serious look for the first time. He even interrupted Haruze mercilessly: "Your Highness Haruze, this is not the time to discuss the issue. When we can't or don't do it, each of us is in danger of life, but if we don't try our best, we will really die here."

He patted Haruze on the shoulder: "Do you understand, Your Majesty the King?"

"I..." Haruze nodded slightly: "I understand, Mr. Caglis."

"Then it's settled," Caglis turned the sword over and handed it to him: "If I can't escape, this sword means nothing to me. Take it and protect your side. Madam."

Haruze nodded firmly.

He seemed to want to say something else, but Caglis waved his hand to him, and disappeared into the darkness in a flash.

Haruze closed his mouth tightly, holding the sword in his hand tightly, as if it was the only thing he could rely on. His knuckles turned white and he tried to hold back the tears, because the teacher told him that men cannot shed tears easily.

Then he felt a cold hand pressing on the back of his hand.

"That guy, he's going to be fine."

Haruze turned around in surprise and looked at Mikaya who looked calm.

But the little girl replied softly, as if telling a truth: "Master Martha is fair to everything in this world. He is a fool, so he will definitely have better luck."

"ha?"

Mikaya gave him a 'shh' gesture.

Haruze was so frightened that he quickly closed his mouth again. He turned around and heard an angry voice coming from the darkness. The footsteps seemed to be fading away, and he felt his heart beating loudly, as if his small chest was about to burst. He bit his lower lip and silently prayed for Caglis in his heart.

But a moment passed. All sounds disappeared, and the darkness became completely silent again.

Mikaya suddenly grabbed his wrist: "Let's go quickly."

she said quickly.

Before Haruze could react, a dazzling light swept over from the darkness. Although it had not yet hit the two of them, it had already exposed their hiding place. A sharp voice rang out: "Ha, there are indeed fish that have slipped through the net here, come out!"

At that moment, Haruze felt that his mind went blank. He thought he was dead, but everything he had learned in his daily life seemed to appear naturally in his mind. Almost without thinking, he subconsciously raised his hand towards the ceiling of the underground corridor and shouted:

"eaam!"

A black light shot out from the palm of His Highness the Prince's hand, hitting the ceiling that had long been loosened by groundwater in that direction. There was a loud bang, and a stream of sewage as thick as a bucket shot out from there, washed by the water. Large pieces of rubble fell from the ceiling, and then quickly turned into a large-scale landslide. In an instant, it seemed as if the entire cave roof fell down.

The torrent instantly rushed Haruze and Mikaya away, and the former was even hit against a stone pillar. The pain was so painful that he almost screamed. However, Haruze did not dare to stay at all at this time. He ignored the pain in his back that seemed to be broken, jumped up from the water, rushed over, grabbed Mikaya's hand, and shouted: "Run!"

The two of them stumbled forward, but only for a moment. The sound of a second explosion came from behind him, and the flying stones hit the wall with a clatter over a distance of tens of meters. Some stones even hit Haruze's back, and in an instant, he was covered in purple. Tuanwu.

But he didn't dare to stop at all. He knew that the second explosion must have been caused by the gray mage chasing after him.

really. I just heard an angry voice coming from that direction:

"Dark magic?" the sharp voice shouted: "Very good, I want to see who it is!"

When Haruze heard this, he felt that his heart was filled with death. He knew very well that with his level of strength, he could not be the opponent of the Buga silver people. He could only hope that the intricate terrain here would confuse the opponent, although that seemed very unlikely.

The two of them were running out of breath soon, but Mikaya was stronger than he expected. The little girl remained silent from beginning to end, even though it was obviously because of him that the other party was in danger.

"I'm sorry, Mikaya..." Haruze gasped and apologized: "I can't do it anymore, I can't run anymore, it's all because of me that you are like this..."

He originally thought that Mikaya would retort, but unexpectedly his hands were empty. Haruze was so frightened that he almost screamed. He thought that the gray mage had caught up with him, so he subconsciously raised his sword and stabbed behind him.

But unexpectedly, a hand stretched out from the darkness, knocked the sword out of his hand with one blow, then grabbed his arm and pulled him over. Haruze was so frightened that he opened his mouth to scream, but a soft hand covered his mouth, making him only whine.

But at this time, he finally realized that the person who caught him was not the gray mage, because he clearly felt that it was a female hand covering his mouth.

"Sister Lesmeka?" Haruze asked subconsciously.

But a gentle voice that was completely different from that of Lady Medusa sounded in the darkness: "Stop talking, Your Highness, little prince."

Haruze was slightly startled. He looked around and realized that he was in a small secret room. Not only him, Mikaya is also here. Between the two of them is a very tall woman. She holds Haruze in her arms, closing her eyes tightly, and holding a swaddled child in her other hand. baby girl in .

Haruze recognized who the other party was in an instant.

"O-Mrs. Ophelia?"

"Shhh."

Yura said softly, and she gently let go of Haruze. Only then did Haruze notice that there was an injury on her body. A wound extended from her shoulder to her chest, and the blood had already soaked through her clothes.

She frowned, as if the wound was affected by her previous actions. But even so, she still bent down slightly, held the baby girl in her arms with both hands, and then handed her into Haruze's hands.

"Is this...?" In the darkness, Haruze's silver eyes were shining, and he asked the duchess what he meant with doubtful eyes.

"We can't hide it." Yura replied softly: "You are a guest of Lannilan. Eco and I must ensure your integrity."

Before she finished speaking, as if to confirm her words, the sharp voice from before came from outside the secret room.

"It's so ridiculous that you are trying to hide yourself in front of a real wizard. You are like a mouse that can't hide in the light. Get out!"

Yura stretched out his hand and stopped Haruze's movements.

"As the guest does, the host does as he pleases," she replied softly, "This is our Jiufeng's old saying."

After saying that, she gently touched her daughter's forehead. He stood up, opened the door to the secret room, and walked out. The thick stone door rumblingly closed again in front of Haruze and Mikaya. Haruze gritted his teeth and hugged the baby girl in his arms tightly. His chest rose and fell slightly, but he could not utter a word. Tiny sound.

The gray mage's voice finally sounded outside the door again.

"Hey," the other party seemed a little surprised: "Look what I found. This is really a big prey, Jiufeng people. The chosen people, the blind people, then this lady should be Duchess Ophelia Right?"

Ms. Yula didn't seem to answer.

Then the voice asked: "Where is your daughter, Ms. Yura?"

"As a mother, do you think I would hand over my daughter to you people, a dignified Buga, to be so willing to degenerate?"

The man seemed strangely silent for a moment because of these words.

Then he said: "I admit that you are right, Duchess, but the people of Silver also have their own choices. It may be a little disgraceful, but in this world, not being honest can win everything. Otherwise, we ancients How could the descendants of our people end up in this situation today."

"Everyone has his or her own choice," Yula replied, "but some people are noble because of it, and some people are despicable because of it. You know, the biggest gain I got from coming to this land is What, Mr. Wizard?"

"what is that?"

"It's all the love in this world, deep and passionate, plain and noble. Do you understand all of this, Mr. Wizard?"

"Ah," Gray Mage sighed: "I understand, respectable lady, you will definitely choose to sacrifice yourself to protect your daughter, but you have to understand that this actually means nothing to us."

There was silence outside the door for a moment.

Yura seemed to whisper something.

That is the ancient saying of Jiufeng——

The gray mage looked slightly surprised: "What did you say?"

But the sentence stopped abruptly, and suddenly turned into a terrified scream, "Damn, what are you doing, stop!" At that moment, Haruze felt the hot breath hitting his face in the secret room. But in his hands, the baby girl still closed her eyes tightly and slept peacefully like a dream.

A moment later, a shrill scream came from outside the door, and then everything went quiet.

In the darkness, Mikaya looked surprisingly calm.

"it's all over."

At that moment, Haruze suddenly understood something.

He trembled slightly and closed his eyes in pain. A tear rolled down from his long eyelashes and fell on the forehead of the baby girl in his arms. The baby girl suddenly came to life. She still had her eyes closed and screamed. She stretched out her little hand and even touched the edge of Haruze's palm.

Haruze bit his lip so hard that it almost bled. He held the baby girl's little hand with his backhand and replied: "Elala, I will definitely avenge your mother, no matter where those guys come from," the little prince His voice was low and sad, almost every word: "I swear."

He was silent for a moment: "I swear in the name of King Eruin."

And it was at that moment that the baby girl suddenly opened her eyes. In the darkness, they were actually a pair of shining golden eyes.

Haruze was stunned:

"This is...the golden race?"

"That's it." Mikaya suddenly crawled over and came to Haruze's side. She stretched out her hand and gently touched the baby girl's forehead: "She is not a subject of gold. She is contaminated with the power of dusk." Descendants, the first generation born after tiamat’s network collapsed.”

In the darkness, the little girl's voice was soft and steady.

"I see, this is the choice of this world, the hope for the future..."

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