Vol 2 Chapter 130

Chapter 130: My Friend (1)

"His Royal Highness, there are too many enemies. Please avoid for a moment."

Sir Bergen's sincere request came from outside, and his voice was a little eager, and the situation was not optimistic-the steel crossbow hit the iron plate in the mezzanine side of the carriage and banged-assassins emerged from the forest in all directions Come here. Even Princess Griffin herself did not expect that in Graf's own territory, the most dangerous assassination had ever taken place.

But the girl pursed her lips, her pale silver eyes stared straight ahead, and replied, "No, I'm waiting for my knights to arrive here."

"His Royal Highness--"

"Begning."

"in."

"Nothing, thank you," said the girl lightly.

The voice outside the carriage stopped suddenly, and the young man turned his head and pressed his hand on the hilt of the sword. All that remained was endless courage in his chest.

The half-elf girl was wearing her favorite silver-white princess dress, and her hands were folded on her knees. Even at this moment, the girl's sitting posture was more correct than the most meticulous Miss Qianjin. The trace of royal etiquette on the princess Eruin reveals the majesty of the ancient family. Even in the eyes of the most demanding aristocrats, she is the brightest pearl on the crown of Eruin.

In the eyes of Her Royal Highness, Eruin's sole heir to the throne was looking at her with a timid look directly across the carriage.

"Sister ..." Haruzer whispered in fear, the only son of Obergur VII.

The girl gave her sole brother a cold glance.

"Haruzer, take your sword and turn it back--"

Haruze has always been obedient to this severe sister, this time he did not dare to disobey, but had to overcome the feeling of trembling, carefully turning back the long sword-a very small line of words carved on the sheath:

‘Call my courage—’

This is the motto of the royal family of Corkova, and the motto of the half-elf princess; it is just a sarcasm that goes to the sole son of Obergux VII. The little boy clutched his sabre with both hands and looked up at his sister in a gaze. The severity of the latter and the crisis outside the carriage made him wonder what to do for a while, and tears twitched in his eyes.

Seeing his brother look like this, even Griffin couldn't help sighing. Her heart softened irresistibly, and said softly: "It doesn't matter. With me, my sister will protect you-"

The little boy wiped his tears with his sleeve, and then nodded strongly.

The carriage calmed down.

The battle outside seemed to be quiet.

Everyone couldn't help but stand up from their seats at the Gramp ’s Bastak Cavalry Academy, on the playground, in the classroom, or on the hallway — looking up at the spectacle outside the arch window — —

Freya lifted her head stunned, and there was only a silver beam of light penetrating the sky. Under the sky of thousands of miles, the light behind the mountains that is connected to the sky and the earth seems to be the tower of the sky 'babel' in ancient mythology. The clouds slowly move to the sky thousands of miles away from the center of the light. As if forming a series of radial fish scale patterns at a wider angle, the magnificence of that scene transcends all the rhetoric of the world, and can penetrate through the soul and let a person tremble from the depths of his heart.

what is that?

The girl was wearing a training harness, one hand pressed her ponytail behind her head, and forgot to put it down, her face reflected the colorful light of Yunxia, ​​staring at that direction motionlessly, Master Martha. Is that something to show the world?

The number of people on the training ground at the Basta King Cavalry Academy gradually increased. The crowd was screaming and sending messages to each other, as if the next day of the end of the world was coming—everyone looked up at the southern sky and held their breath; the vocals changed from whispering to enthusiastic. The instructors who came out to maintain order soon joined the ranks. They shook their heads in disbelief and could hardly believe what they saw.

"This is, does it resonate?"

"What did you say?" Seeing the girl with one hand behind her head and holding her pony tail, she turned her head and looked at him with a bright beige eyebrow. Count Bakerberg's second son was a heartbeat-a rare opportunity! After all, the Basta King Cavalry Academy is still dominated by male students. In each issue, a few female students have naturally become the target of the game after these nobles-such as Freya's outstanding appearance and temperament. The family background is called a delicious prey.

This hunting game spread among the seniors, and the prey itself was naturally unconscious. It's just that Freya instinctively feels that there are more inexplicable guys around her, which makes this girl from the Butch countryside feel some instinctual tension and anxiety, but this blonde boy who answered her question still Can't help but take another look.

He seems to know what it looks like.

"It's a magic reaction, but so strong ... never heard of it." Count Bakerberg's second son immediately showed the best, and replied with a smile.

"Magic reaction?"

Freya jumped a little in her heart, inexplicably remembering one night in the Golden Tree Canyon, wondering what happened to that guy. But she turned around immediately, in case the hot expression on her face fell into the eyes of the others. The girl from Butch countryside stared up at the silver pillar of light-the light had gradually weakened. She took a breath, trying to calm her heart and asked, "Where-what is it?"

"In that direction, let it be Dennell."

"Jean Denell."

Freya couldn't help but gently hold her chest with one hand and felt her heart beating vigorously, pounding: "Brando, are you, I miss you so much ..."

The girl's uneasy and shy expression fell into the eyes of young people and became an effect of her offensive. "The country girl who has never seen the world" can not help but think in his heart, but maintains a gentle smile on his face, I want to say something further. But at this time, a rush of bells rang through the entire playground and interrupted the sweet talk of young people still in the making-everyone on the playground had to reluctantly take their eyes off the vision of the southern sky, Look in the other direction on the playground.

The silver bell of the Basta Academy hangs on the bell tower on the top of the executive hall, and it will only be sounded during celebrations or in the most urgent cases. So everyone couldn't help thinking, what happened? Is it related to the previous vision?

But a team of cavalry had entered the playground from the other side, and as soon as they entered, they separated the crowd on the playground. The lead rider was a young girl in a purple swallowtail military uniform. She ran a horse in front of everyone, then turned the horse's head, and stopped-slightly raised her chin and looked at everyone: "All graders From the moment I heard this command, everyone, I will give you three minutes to prepare for the battle-- "

The girl's voice was a little low and husky, but it seemed like a scorching cold wind swept everyone's hearts, making everyone suffocated.

Ready for battle? What fight? Is the battle simulated? But it doesn't seem to be time for testing yet--

"Preparatory grade ..."

"What?" Freya looked at the dark-haired woman with her waist down, standing upright as a horsewoman like a javelin, and couldn't help it. She heard the young man murmur subconsciously behind her, and then looked back at the count of the count of Bakerberg and asked.

"That woman is a student in the preliminary grade. The preliminary grade is actually equivalent to the reserve of the Black Cavalry or the Guards, so it is said that they are students, but they are also soldiers. The woman is called Nimesis, the daughter of Mrs. Miller- Or I might put it another way. You may understand better. Mrs. Miller is the sister of Grand Duke Lun. She married a knight earlier. Her husband has been living at home during the ten-year war. This daughter is her only daughter. Count Bakerberg's second son solemnly replied: "That woman is a genius at Busta College, but after all, those who can enter the junior grade cannot naturally be compared with us, a wasteless thing."

Nemesis, Freya took the name. At the same time, she glanced at the young man and smiled gratefully at the other person: "Don't say that, I think you are very good and know so much."

Count Bakerberg's second son was hesitated. He saw a serious and sincere look in the girl's eyes, and couldn't help moving a little in his heart.

But this touch was only momentary.

The young man smiled coldly in his heart and thought, "When you **** taste, you will know the real power of Uncle Ben, hehe—"

The silver elf cavalry stood quietly in the forest, and faced the private army of the dark duke Lune on the other side. There was no wind in the forest, and the black and silver swallowtail flags pulled down in their respective camps; the sky After the clouds spread, the afternoon sun and Hee-hee's sunlight dropped unreservedly from the forest, forming a beam of substantive light at the edge of the treetops. These beams of light fell on the flag of the lily, Or the running bear and wolf insignia, except for the occasional sneezing or the war horse's nose, there was no sound between the woods.

It was an awkward silence.

Macaro, Lewoods, Buga, and Earl Barry, with a somber face, and the indifferent Nemenis, the silver elf knight commander with a long pointed helmet who could not see the expression, faced each other. Without saying a word.

Only Brando was sitting in the middle of the room, knowing that Aloz was next to him, so he was not too worried about any trouble. With that Menis, with this underdeveloped loli dragon, the Count Violet could not think of any way to trouble him for a while. He stared at the rows of elven cavalry in silver light in the woods, guessing each other's intentions in this weird silence-the silver elves obeyed an ancient prophecy, and have not returned to the mainland for centuries. Why it happened again and again-even if they broke their vows.