Chapter 505 Dagger
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Chavin Empire, Kangda territory border, Hidden Wind Valley
“Why. Why is this happening”
< br>The Imperial Duke Jude Fossey sat on the ground in despair, his luxurious robes were stained with mud, and his always radiant face was haggard.
The sound of swords clashing in the distance was endless, and occasionally there were flashes of magic bursting into the air. Although the expressions of the well-trained guards around them remained resolute, their hearts were not peaceful because the attack came too suddenly. .
Yes, it was too sudden.
In fact, just when Duke Jude Fossey and Prince Kunda's son, Duke Witambohe, had just met and had not even spoken half a sentence, something happened.
The first ones to arrive were the Earthquake Spell and the Dust Spell. These two rounds of earth spells, which were not of high rank, instantly reduced the visibility of the negotiation site to the lowest level, followed by dozens of people. The attacker wears black armor and hides his appearance behind a leather mask. Attacked from all directions, the weakest among them were all high-level professionals, and there were even two magister-level earth element users mixed in. In addition, they used mental calculations and unintentional calculations, catching everyone off guard, and five In less than a minute, he had an absolute advantage.
The two royal guards who failed to react were killed on the spot by a berserker. Although the others immediately organized a defense centered on Duke Fossey, they were also attacked by the attackers. They retreated steadily in the subsequent attacks, and they succeeded in breaking through the siege at the cost of seven or eight corpses. They fled all the way from the negotiation venue to the Hidden Wind Valley not far away. In the end, they had no way to retreat and had to rely on the terrain to defend.
The defense lasted for two hours.
During this process, most of the more than 30 guards who were originally responsible for protecting Duke Fossey were damaged. Except for the Marquis himself, the remaining survivors were all injured. The attackers who were forced into the valley barely lost half of their lives, and there were only a few minor injuries.
[If these guys were serious, we would all be dead long ago.]
Including the Duke himself, many people have such thoughts in their hearts.
"Charles"
Duke Fosset stood up with a pale face and asked softly to the middle-aged man standing behind him: "Tell me, how did the news leak?"
Charles is a close confidant of Duke Fosset. He is also the strongest one among everyone present. He is not affiliated with the Royal Guard, but is involved as an entourage of Duke Jude Fossey himself. To put it simply, he is a trustworthy bodyguard, and he is basically around every big shot. Some kind.
Duke Fossey was able to escape unscathed all the way, 99% of which was due to this quasi-sword master.
However, Charles’ current expression is not good-looking. To be precise, it is simply gloomy and scary.
“With all due respect, Your Excellency.”
He stared solemnly at the mouth of the gorge in the distance, gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice: "The confidentiality measures for this meeting are very complete. Except for you, neither I nor the guards sent by His Majesty know the purpose of this trip, so The subordinates believe that the possibility of 'information leakage' is very small."
"Is that so?"
Duke Fossey, who had regained his composure, narrowed his eyes slightly and smiled. Holding his cane, he released two streams of healing for a soldier not far away, and said slowly: "So you mean, this is all a conspiracy of Duke Witham?"
Charles didn't answer, but he had expressed his point well with silence.
“But that doesn’t make sense, Charles.”
Duke Fossey shook his head slightly after thinking for a moment, frowned and said: "Although your suspicion is not unreasonable, from Withem's point of view, killing us here has no benefit. First of all, that The young man with a good reputation is not an impulsive person. There is no need for him to plan such an ambush without any testing. Secondly, even if he is really blinded by hatred and anger, the primary target is It must be His Majesty William, not me, otherwise it would be completely putting the cart before the horse."
"But."
Charles wanted to say something else, but was interrupted by Fossey raising his hand.
"Listen to me, Charles."
The quick-thinking Duke has gradually regained his composure. He spoke quickly: "Although our confidentiality measures are good, but It is still far from perfect. If someone is interested, even if they only use the stupidest method, which is to monitor me around the clock, they will be able to know the time when we leave the city, and then there will naturally be a lot of opportunities. Find here, this rule also applies to Withem, or to put it another way, if there are insiders among the attackers among us, or the other party has some special tracking skills, it is possible to catch up here, as long as They satisfy a premise.”
"Prerequisite?"
"Yes, the premise."
Duke Fossey took a deep breath and said slowly: "That is to know that this meeting will happen, as long as you are satisfied With this one, it’s not difficult to make some small moves.”
Charles nodded, while distractedly paying attention to the battle situation in the distance, he asked softly: “So what you suspect is...”
“Nothing, Charles.”
Fossey shook his head and said in a deep voice: "At least as far as I know, this incident will not do any good to anyone who knows about Troon. However, although it is just a guess, I feel that the target of this incident is not me. , the reason is very simple, no matter who is behind this matter, Jude Fossey's life or death will not have any impact on the current situation."
"Then what do you mean"
"Nothing, you go and help the guards."
Duke Fossey ended the topic unilaterally, and it was not until Charles left for a long time that he whispered softly: "Probably not."
Three hours ago
Game time PM15:11
“Not good!”
The ground roared and smoke and dust stirred up. Butler Liszt, who was standing beside Witambohe, came to his senses immediately and used all his strength. He pushed the young master aside, and then a powerful crossbow shot from nowhere pierced his arm. The old man, who was already injured, fell heavily to the ground, shouting hoarsely at the surprised Witham. He yelled: "There is an ambush, young master, run!"
A dull roar sounded from nearby, covering up the roar of Butler Lister, but Withem still noticed the other party's intention immediately, However, he did not follow what the old man thought. Instead, he quickly pulled out the sword from his waist and leaned over to cut off the arrowhead. He lifted up the housekeeper who was nailed to the ground and shouted: "Let's go together!"
< br>"Leave me alone, young master, teleport quickly!"
The nearly seventy-year-old old butler, with his beard and hair growing swollen, looked up to the sky angrily and shouted: "The royal family ambushed and intends to eradicate the roots. Everyone immediately retreated according to plan No. 3 and tried their best to cover the young master's return to Huangthorn Castle!"
Voice As soon as they landed, several groups of figures were seen shooting out of the smoke and scattering towards the Royal Thorn Castle in the southeast without looking back. What is surprising is that each group of these people has a William. Mboho, they either acted alone or were escorted. In short, they all wore the same face as Lord Kunda, scattered out without looking back, and ran away desperately.
Obviously, this is a plan prepared by Kang Da in advance. If something unexpected happens, as long as an order is given, one-fifth of the guards will become William Boho, and they will be replaced by William Bohe. Evacuate the scene as quickly as possible, which is very useful in confusing the audience. This is not surprising. After all, for the royal family who are not afraid of shadows, it is completely unnecessary for the other party to set up an ambush, so they did not make many targeted preparations, but for Kangda's leader It's another story for people. They don't know whether the prince was actually harmed by the royal family, but if it is true, then the other party definitely has reason to suddenly kill him during the negotiation process and try to eradicate the root cause!
Although it is an equal meeting between dukes, even if Duke Jude Fossey dies, it will not cause much loss to Troon, but if Duke Wittumboho dies, Then the Kangda collar would exist in name only.
But Withem and others had no choice. After all, with his status, it was impossible for William Boho, as the chauvinistic emperor, to come to 'negotiate' in person. Appointing a powerful royal confidant like Duke Fossey was already considered quite significant. Give me face.
It is precisely because of this that Withem had to guard against it. Even if he did not want to believe it, the top management of Kangda led by Butler Liszt and others could not tolerate any carelessness. Again, Buddha If Sai dies, he dies, but as the last single seedling of Kunda Territory, Withem must not have any shortcomings!
So, they formulated a series of safety measures, but unexpectedly they actually used them
The moment they arrived at the agreed place, the opponent took action.
The picture is not exhausted, the dagger has been seen.
[I’m really anxious, my dear uncle! 】
The young lord led by Kunda almost broke his teeth. He lifted up the skinny body of Butler Liszt and ran eastward with all his strength amidst shouts of death from all directions, because he carried a few precious things with him. Because of the props, Withem is not worried that the other party can keep him. You must know that he has the strength of a great swordsman, coupled with those rare props that are priceless and unmarketable, even a sword master and sage-level figure can It is difficult to kill him instantly. Unless the late Faraosis comes back from the dead, even Marshal Galahad will find it difficult to capture Withem in a short time.
To put it more clearly, it means wealth, which is referred to as money ability.
In fact, Withem also has two props that can be used for space transfer. One is an earring that allows the user to randomly teleport two kilometers, and the other is an extremely expensive directional space teleportation scroll. The former is very common. Eighty-nine can get him out of danger, and the latter can allow him to return to the safety of Huangthorn Castle immediately.
However, Witham did not use any of these methods, because neither the earrings nor the scroll could only allow him to leave alone, and he could not take the injured Butler Liszt with him.
It was impossible for Witham, an upright man, to do this. He would leave the old man who had served his father and himself here for decades to escape alone. There was no way he could do such a thing.
So he decided to be like those 'pretenders' and take the old housekeeper to escape in a conventional way, never teleporting until it was absolutely necessary.
"Leave me alone, young master."
The old butler murmured with a pale face, trying hard to break away from Withem's hand holding him while urging: "Teleport quickly, quickly Click to teleport and leave!”
“Stop talking, Grandpa Liszt”
Withem was walking swiftly in the snow. His figure was extremely nimble, and he was as elegant as a butterfly darting through flowers as he dodged one after another area magic that came from nowhere. He smiled and said, "We will be fine." "Yes, you have already gone through hell for my father, you can no longer risk your life here because of me."
The shouts and explosions are endless, and the pursuers behind do not seem to give up. It means, but maybe because of limited strength, maybe because they are not familiar with the terrain, or more likely because of the desperate blocking of the guards, the enemy did not catch up immediately. As Withem's footsteps continued to accelerate, He actually gradually left those 'unknown' enemies behind.
Thirty minutes later
Game time PM15:46
Wittem, who finally escaped from the 'ambush circle', breathed a sigh of relief and used the long sword in his hand to A small warm and dry area was cleared in the snow, and Butler Liszt was gently placed on the ground. Then he sat down without any image, and casually threw a ruby on the ground, and a ball rose up. Elemental fire that is not very bright but extremely warm.
"Everyone, come here and take a rest."
He waved to the few remaining guards behind him, and smiled without any pretense: "We should be safe."
Unafraid in the face of danger and calm in dealing with things, Witambohe is undoubtedly a very leader. Although he is a bit too young for one of the lords, under the premise that his father is a 'waste prince', he has been involved in all matters in the territory very early, and his qualifications are not shallow at all. He has long been loved and supported by the vast majority of his subordinates and territorial residents.
"Okay, young lord."
The four rather tired guards immediately walked quickly to Withem, squatted quietly in the snow and started a fire. During the coldest months of the year, maintaining body temperature is very important, even for professionals.
It needs to be mentioned here that the reason why there were only four guards traveling with him was not because everyone else in Kangda's leadership was dead, but because everyone was spread out as much as possible in order to cooperate with the previous cover plan. The specific number of casualties was not actually known. many.
Two minutes later
"Young Lord, you can just accompany us here. Please leave as soon as possible, we can go back by ourselves."
Regained some energy Butler Lister struggled to sit up He came over, coughed twice with a pale face, and said sincerely to Withem: "No matter what, nothing will happen to you."
Withem shook his head and whispered: "Wait a little longer. Wait, if we can confirm that we have installed it”
"Young Lord"
The old butler interrupted Witham's words in a low voice, waved to the latter gently, and whispered: "Don't you think it's a little weird?"
"Huh?"
Withem leaned over and asked in the same low voice: "What aspect are you referring to?"
"Don't you think, we escape Was it too easy to come out? If all this was premeditated.”
Butler Liszt looked around cautiously and said in an imperceptible voice: "And"
"And what?"
Withem came closer again.
Poof!
The next second, a pitch-black dagger quickly swiped across his neck, bringing out a pool of bright red blood.
"It's nothing, young master. Please go in peace."
Chapter 502: The End
(End of this chapter)