Chapter 870

At midnight, the moon dome.

In the long room of the morning star forest and dancers, Luca, sitting on his bed, looked up at the moonlight overhead, as if waiting for something.

The fatigue brought by the long wait made the blood in the pupil of the elf, and increasingly doubted whether it was necessary to continue to wait.

"Bang --!"

Just as Luca was about to give up, an elf guard suddenly knocked open the door of the long house, rushed in in panic, and woke up all the war dancers in the house.

"Lord Luca, and all of you in the morning star forest... No! I just..."

"Calm down, don't panic." Luca, who was clear in his heart, first pressed the war dancers on both sides, and then gently looked at the guard: "slowly tell me what happened?"

"A guard was knocked unconscious and left in the woods outside the fog moon court, which was found by the war dancers on patrol!" the young ELF's face was still pale and did not get any better:

"Not only that, when I just came from under the cloud canopy tree, I found a shoe print at the entrance - that style is definitely not an elf!"

"What?!" Luka, a gentle and honest man, immediately showed an "extremely surprised" look: "do you mean that some foreigners have mixed into the fog moon court, and they are probably on the cloud canopy tree

The pale guard looked at him and nodded excitedly.

"No matter what the other party wants to do, it should still be on the cloud canopy tree. We should mobilize all the war dancers in the fog moon court to surround and attack this guy!" the guard's face was silent:

"Your morning star forest is the group of dancers closest to the cloud canopy tree, so I'll inform you first, and then I'll inform others!"

"Wait!" Luca, who suddenly noticed something, quickly reached out and stopped him: "you mean... We were the first ones you notified?"

"Yes!"

"Who knows but us?"

"No, I'm afraid there are too many news, which is easy to scare the snake." the young elf replied honestly.

Luca breathed a sigh of relief and glanced subconsciously at the cloud canopy tree in the distance.

"You did a good job, very good." Luca looked at the young elf calmly and patted him on the shoulder: "in this way, don't inform the war dancers in other settlements, let the guards immediately block the periphery of the fog moon court."

"But..."

"This is a foreigner. No matter what he wants to do in the fog moon court, he can't stay in the settlement; he must run, so we must block the settlement as soon as possible so that he can't leave!" Luca said:

"Our war dancers in the morning star forest will encircle him, and the rest of the guards will be sealed off outside - make sure everything is safe!"

"OK, I'll go now!"

The latter nodded hard and looked at Luca gratefully: "sorry, I was sorry for you when you came; I told the elders of the fog moon court that the eastern cell families that resist the invasion of Ogres can never be traitors..."

"Go!"

Luca waved and interrupted the word he wanted to say.

The young elf nodded again, and then turned away solemnly.

"Luca, we really want to..."

As soon as a war dancer came forward, Luca raised his hand and stopped him; The middle-aged elf carefully closed the door, then turned and looked at the war dancers behind him: "everyone take your weapons and be fully prepared."

"Be careful tonight!"

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Folding shadow sword?

Loren, with a slight frown, chewed the word he had just heard and stared at the blade in the hands of the Azores.

what do you mean?

Is it something like... Some kind of ability related to shadow?

Loren tried to recall every fragment of that moment. The fragmented memory turned into a frame by frame picture in his mind, showing all the details in front of him without reservation.

Meade... At the moment when his long knife stabbed out... The shadow of the blade seemed to

... gone?

"What the hell is going on... Right?"

Meade, who looked gentle, swam away with his sword, smiled and said to himself, "maybe if I continue to entangle with the Azores, I can see through the mystery of the samurai way, which is completely different from the 'wizard school'."

The dark haired wizard pulled the corners of his mouth and ignored him this time.

"There is a saying that the unknown is the greatest fear... But fear will also arouse uncontrollable curiosity and thirst for knowledge." the Azores looked into Loren's eyes and turned their mouth slightly:

"Sir Edward, your eyes tell me that you have actually seen through part of my little trick, and... Want to know more."

He didn't seem to be in a hurry to attack, but strolled around Loren, and was interested in continuing his "self talk":

"This is a very dangerous idea, because excessive curiosity will make people lose the vigilance brought by fear and fall into a more dangerous situation - just like now."

The next second, Meade grasped the long knife in his right hand, crossed behind him, and attacked again without warning.

White light!

"Dang --!"

Loren instinctively slipped back, the gray blue sword could parry, waved a knife to the neck, turned defense into attack, and "bright silver" stabbed the Azores straight in the face.

The smiling Meade also did not dodge. His left hand was against the end of the handle and stabbed at the black haired wizard's neck.

The moonlight outside the window reflected on them at the same time.

Very "tacit understanding" they both chose to use this indomitable move. They had no other choice but to take each other's lives!

Only by stabbing the other one first can we escape in time... The end of escape is to be beaten passively and slaughtered by others.

The victory or defeat is only on the sword

"Poof --!"

The bright long knife rubbed the black haired wizard's left shoulder. The refined steel shoulder armor forged by the dwarf of silver helmet mountain was broken like a piece of paper.

The next moment, Loren, who had no time to dodge, was held against his neck by the blade, and the "bright silver" sword disappeared immediately.

The completely subdued black haired wizard stared into the eyes of the Azores with an expressionless face.

But the successful middleman had an iron blue face. There was no trace of joy in his expression. Even his right hand trembled slightly and nearly cut Loren's throat.

"Sure enough... You're still hiding." Meade was completely free. His eyes widened, and then he was cold:

"Sir Edward, can you tell me how you see through it?"

The expressionless black haired wizard raised his eyebrows and glanced at the shadow behind Meade.

"Moonlight?"

"No, you're in a hurry, Lord Meade." with a knife around your neck, Loren couldn't shake his head. "At the moment I retreated, I couldn't wait to rush up until the last moment, when we both started in the moonlight."

"So I thought back... Guess what I found?"

"I found that every time you shake your hands, you stand in the moonlight;"

"It has to be doubted whether the length of the 'shadow folding sword' has something to do with the length of the shadow of the sword body - for example, at the moment when the sword body and the moonlight refract into a certain angle and drag the shadow out of three steps..."

Middleton's smile became a little unnatural.

Feeling the blade on his neck, Loren could only sigh helplessly.

It's not difficult to detect the secret of "folding shadow sword", but to see through each other's routine.

The reason why he kept talking to himself and talking a lot was not to interfere with his judgment, so he could take the opportunity to sneak attack; Instead, he must cover up his movements and let himself focus on his knife tip and steps.

Only in this way can he not be aware that every time he "starts", he stands in the moonlight and drags the shadow of the blade to the moment when he connects with himself.

If he hadn't been too eager to kill himself for the last time, I'm afraid it would not be so easy to find this flaw.

The shadow on the ground and the long knife in his hand are his weapons; Secret, invisible, deadly.

In contrast, it seems that almost every one of his moves is, uh, the one with great movement.

This is really... Who is the assassin himself and him?

"It's amazing. You can see through the 'broken shadow sword' for the first time... Although there are mistakes, you lose if you lose." Meade, still smiling, gradually became dignified in his eyes:

"Worthy of being the Imperial Guard of the emperor's majesty, I'm willing to gamble and admit defeat."

"Thank you very much. Can you let me go?"

"Of course not. Killing me is the best choice for you, and it's the same for me." Meade shook his head and replied without concealment:

"What's more, the insight you just showed makes me have to doubt that the message you get from me is far more than a 'broken shadow sword'."

After a moment of silence, the room was quiet.

"... you think too much." Lauren smiled awkwardly and politely.

"Maybe, but it's always safe?" with a smile, Meade put a long knife on the black haired wizard's neck with a little force, and the blade as thin as a cicada's wing bit by bit, tore the flesh between his neck:

"Farewell, your excellency Edward. Let's use the summer moon at the end of midsummer... To give you a ride!"

Wave down the long knife.

"Dang --!"

At the moment of hitting, the black haired wizard suddenly stabbed his sleeve sword under the wrist of his left hand, and Kankan stopped the blade.

Midell looked surprised.

Almost at the same time, the "bright silver" falling into the right hand once again burst out and picked horizontally from bottom to top.

When the long knife was set up, a spark stopped the way of the sword; Without any hesitation, Meade immediately slipped back three steps to avoid the sneak attack of the black haired wizard.

Just that close... Lauren sighed.

This is a chance that I almost lost my life.

At the same time, the Azores elves who had retreated for several steps had set up their long knives again.

"Sure enough... Your Excellency Edward, you are not an honest man." Meade raised his mouth and whispered, "you have been holding the sword with your left hand, just to make me mistakenly think that the sword must be used with the glove of your left hand."

"You almost got it."

"Isn't it still a little close?" Lauren smiled.

"Well, then we have no secrets to each other." Meade also smiled. "Let's fight life and death like real warriors and knights?"

"OK, I have no opinion." Lauren looked at him seriously with a sincere expression.

I believe you are really out of your mind.

At the next moment, their figures disappeared from each other's sight at the same time, leaving only residual shadows.

"Ding --!"

When the sharp blades collide with each other, the sword's awn bounces the splitting of the long knife.

"Rattle --!"

The long knife set up a deflection, and with the spark of exciting play, the sword was swung aside, and Loren's empty door was wide open.

"Poof --!"

Meade suddenly turned around, holding the handle back with both hands, pointing the tip of the knife at the gap between his ribs and his elbow, and stabbed it out behind him.

The dark haired wizard who couldn't dodge took his knife with the arm armor of his right hand; The armour made of refined steel and the nitrate leather armour with lining are divided into two like butter under the blade.

The falling sword has no time to block.

Got it... A sharp flash flashed from the bottom of midell's eyes.

However, the next moment - the black haired wizard who set up the "bright silver" and the Azores who raised their knives in reverse stopped at the same time.

The tip of the knife stopped less than two inches from Loren's throat.

The two people with opposite eyes turned their eyes to the window and the door.

"Some people, there are still a lot of people... The breath is almost invisible. Only war dancers can hide so well." a smile appeared on the Azores ELF's face: "it seems that you are not very lucky tonight, your excellency Edward."

"Yes, but how can I feel that I'm really lucky?" Loren also smiled and looked meaningfully into the eyes of the Azores.

In just a second, Meade immediately understood what he meant.

The scope of the fog moon court is very large. The war dancers from the same settlement can only be gathered so quickly and uniformly - in the fog moon court, the settlement nearest to the central cloud canopy tree is

Morning star forest.

"I see... No wonder you can sneak into the fog moon court and haven't been noticed." Meade's expression was thoughtful: "the morning star forest and the settlements in the East... Have indeed betrayed other settlements in the ancient wood forest and taken refuge in the Empire?"

"I didn't say that, but you think so." Lauren smiled very narrowly. "So the question comes... Would you like to bet with me?"

"If not, I can't escape tonight;"

"If it's really the same as you think, have you ever heard of the black prison in Tianqiong palace?"

"No," Meade shook his head.

"It's a good place. It's a single room, airtight, with dead bones, mice and a wide variety of mouth insects. You can enjoy the kind greetings and bone loosening massage services of the interrogator day and night. When you get sick, you can also provide you with various forms and parts of bloodletting therapy."

Lauren smiled: "of course, if you don't want to gamble, I have other ways to alleviate our embarrassment at this moment..."