Chapter 905

At the same time, Byrne and the Flemish border

"Puff --!"

Press and hold the wound on his chest, which has turned into a spot. The elf boy with painful expression kneels on one knee, and his shoulders fluctuate violently.

Hard to raise his head, emerald green eyes hate staring at the guy in front with a knife and a grim smile.

Miscalculation.

The Duke of Byrne did fulfill his promise. They didn't encounter intercepting pursuers all the way from red blood castle to Byrne border; The only few demon hunters who followed him were easily thrown away by themselves and their elder sister, and never appeared again.

But what the elf boy didn't expect was that their enemies were not only humans, but also elves like themselves

"Oh, oh, oh... Lord Anson Zade, why are you doing this?" the elf narrowed his eyes and looked at the elf boy kneeling to the ground, "jokingly". The long knife soaked in plasma dyed most of his shoulders Red:

"The outcome has been divided. Why are you so reluctant... Why don't you wait to die?"

"I won't let go because I didn't win or lose..." holding the injury to my chest, the elf boy squeezed out a sneer on his face:

"The well-known Vice Minister of Weiting, under the pavilion of 'drinking Blood Sword'"

The next second, "Jiao lightsaber" bloomed in the right hand of the elf boy, and the dazzling light instantly covered everything around.

It also obscured the ferocious smile at the corners of sane's mouth.

Poof!

The sound of a sharp blade colliding with the body came.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

The light dissipated, and the elf boy who tried hard to hold back the pain collapsed to the ground.

The injuries left by the war with Dalton kand have not fully recovered, and they are simply unable to fight against enemies of this level.

In particular, the other party knows his magic deeply

"Anson --?!"

Not far away, the blindfolded fairy girl screamed.

"Don't come here!" the elf boy shouted behind him, holding back his injury: "sister, you can't be the opponent of this murderer without the knife!"

"Just give him to me!"

Raised his head, the eyes of the elf boy were full of unwilling colors.

"Tut tut tut... Why?" looked at the elf boy with disgust, "Sahn": "seriously, your blind sister lost her sword anyway. Can't you trade her for a way to live?"

"The way to live? I think it's the way to die." lying on the ground in pain, the elf boy sneered: "the second seat of the guard court, not only failed the mission, but also intended to assassinate the royal court warrior. Your Majesty's confidant... Do you know what the end is?"

But the threatened "Thain" not only did not panic, but aroused the corners of his mouth.

"Failure, that's right... Because I failed in El Mans, I have to kill you." sane's eyes were cold and tilted his head: "the royal court and the guard court missed everything. Who can afford such a big mistake? Your Majesty the eagle lost all his face, and who should take the responsibility?"

"So you want to kill us and put the blame on two dead people?!"

Pop!

The answer to the elf boy was a crisp snap of his fingers.

"Yes, otherwise?" the sneer from the corner of sane's mouth became more and more ferocious: "if it wasn't the royal court warrior... No, it was the chief of the royal court who leaked the information, how could such a seamless plan fail?!"

"If I kill you both, everything will be dead without proof; Weiting... Not only innocent, but also meritorious!"

The collapsed elf boy closed his mouth and looked at the other party motionless. He raised the long knife soaked in plasma, and the blade was aimed at his face.

Then fall!

"Dang --!"

Sane suddenly waved his knife behind him, and a flying blood blade burst in the air, making a sound of sharp blade collision.

Plasma splashed, revealing the figure of an elf girl waving a wooden stick.

"Good! I knew you wouldn't watch your brother be killed... Lori ZAD." sane's face was still grimacing: "the traitor's conspiracy was exposed, and two to one intended to kill the loyal guard Warrior - thank you for giving me such a good reason to kill you!"

"After all, we are all warriors wielding swords for the great cause. It's also right to help each other!"

The three blood lights bloomed at the same time, attacking the elf girl from three directions: left, middle and right.

"Tell me, how do you want to be with me when you lose your Sabre..."

Before he finished speaking, Sam's face changed.

The fairy girl who soared up in the air was like a swallow flying across the sky. At the same time, she avoided the blood blades coming from the left and right. The wooden stick pressed on her waist waved fiercely and forcibly broke the last blood blade.

How is that possible?

But he had no time to be surprised... In this short moment, the elf girl had attacked him within three steps.

The wooden staff with residual shadow cleaves down head-on.

"Dang -!!"

Look at the long knife that stopped the wooden staff. It made bursts of moaning. The strength of resonance almost overwhelmed sane, and half of his body was paralyzed.

The wooden staff in the other party's hand is intact!

This, this... Just a wooden staff, how can you wear your own Sabre

Click!

The sound of fragmentation surprised Sam, and his eyes showed incredible light.

My own knife, unexpectedly

"Poof --!"

At the moment when he confronted the elf girl, the second figure suddenly came from the other side, and the silver light suddenly appeared.

That's... Kyaw lightsaber?!

I was fooled!

Sane, who was surprised in time, had fallen into a pool of blood and his saber fell aside.

In the center of the chest, there is a complete and regular circular blood hole.

"So... Who told you that elder sister's' heart cut 'can only be made with a knife?"

The elf boy who had just been "seriously injured and dying" stood up with a sneer, picked up his Sabre and said "jokingly":

"You should have killed that guy, Mr. Thain."

The expressionless fairy girl took the saber from him and put the tip of the saber in the throat of the dying sane. There was still a trace of intolerance in the corners of her mouth:

"Anson, must we kill him?"

"Of course, this is also for the honor of his Majesty the eagle king." the half joking elf boy's eyes were gloomy and terrible: "if there was no informer, why would such a seamless plan fail in the end?"

"Someone must have snitched. Are you right, the second seat of Weiting... Your Excellency Sarn?"

The elf girl who heard his idea sighed, finally stopped being persistent, turned her back to the increasingly ferocious boy.

Sane's pupils with a blue face have begun to spread, and there is no power to refute except for constantly reaching out and showing a begging expression.

"So... Don't blame us, blame... Well, don't blame the world, blame yourself." the elf boy waved his hand and sneered, "arrogant and don't know how to restrain, but he still wants to be a loyal minister in front of his majesty."

"Unfortunately, the number of loyal warriors in front of your majesty is always limited - if there are living loyal ministers, there must be dead traitors."

"However, you must not care, right? After all, we are warriors wielding swords for the sake of righteousness."

"Everything... For the great cause of life and death of Azores --!"

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Huh?

The black haired wizard with wide eyes looked inexplicably at Asriel, who sat in front of him with his shoulders in his arms and said, "I'm so capable and don't praise me soon".

What the hell?

"This is... Rod Earl hid in his heart and would rather expose all the information about Azores than stick to the truth he refused to say?"

"For the great cause of Azores' life and death..." the blonde boy imitated the expression and action of the Bard, chanted in a long cadence, and gently snapped his fingers:

"Yes, that's it!"

With a sigh, Lauren, who was tired, sat down in a chair, holding his chin and looking helpless.

"In order to dig out this sentence from the mouth of the Elven warrior, poor Asriel did everything he could to finally get the truth of all this." shrugging his shoulders, Asriel blinked his big pure eyes:

"It was really difficult to do at the beginning, because your Excellency the elf warrior was so persistent that ordinary tricks didn't work for him at all."

"So..." Lauren stared at him.

"So... Poor Asriel can only find a way to entertain his Excellency the elf warrior in the dream world." the blonde smiled happily:

"After all... Asriel is still the God of deception and deceit. He can't be better at heart to heart talk. After some in-depth communication, his Excellency the spirit warrior finally understood the importance of telling Asriel the truth and said it himself."

"Well... Of course, taking the initiative to tell this secret hidden in the bottom of his heart will inevitably cause a certain degree of trauma to his spirit; but it doesn't matter. Anyway, he is still alive. As long as he lives healthily, everything else is trivial!"

Live healthy

Loren, with his eyes askew, looked at rod IL, who was sitting on the ground in prison. The elf warrior with his mouth askew and eyes askew and his body twitching, was silent.

If there is still a trace of reason in his crazy appearance before, he is really completely crazy now.

"The most important thing is that he has no use for dear Lauren." Asriel raised his head and showed a sincere smile:

"An enemy with no use value and threats... What is the need for mercy?"

The black haired wizard didn't say much after picking his eyebrows.

It's better to say that I had this idea when I handed rod IL over to Asriel from the beginning.

So

For the great cause of life and death of Azores... What is it?

Why does this war determine the survival of a nation that is equal to or even victorious to the size of the Empire?

Is there another Azores Kingdom across the misty sea that could threaten the existence of Azores and force them to declare war on the Empire?

But if this is the case, why don't they just tell the truth and ask the Empire for help - even if it's just a show of courtesy and hindsight, it can at least stand on legal principle and friendship; Even if there is a war, some of the blame can be attributed to the Empire.

He used the most extreme means of assassination as soon as he came up, so that the Empire had to go to war with himself... What benefits can this do to the Azores Kingdom and the eagle king?

The blonde boy sitting opposite was not as distressed as him, and his pondering eyes still glanced at the face of the elf warrior from time to time; Every inadvertent eye touch will make the elf warrior's body twitch more.

Interestingly, even the soul was torn apart by Asriel, and he still recognized others; The souls of elves are indeed not comparable to humans in resisting the corrosion of nothingness.

Well, tell Lauren when you're tired of it.

As for now... It's still necessary to distract dear Loren as soon as possible so as not to notice what little tricks poor Asriel has done.

"Asriel thought, dear Loren, you shouldn't pay too much attention to the unknown." the blonde whispered:

"Dear Loren, we should pay more attention to something that is bound to happen."

The black haired wizard frowned slightly: "for example..."

"For example... Some 'black cross' serliol we all hate and hate." Asriel blinked: "do you think this guy will know nothing about the invasion of the Azor Kingdom... Such a big thing, dear Loren?"

Of course not.

Not only not, but even if Asriel directly told himself that serliol of the "black cross" was behind the Azores invasion, and the eagle king had become this guy's Apostle and puppet, Loren would not be surprised.

Because serlior is such an existence - fascist, chakar, dwarf supreme King... It doesn't seem strange to have another eagle king.

Whether behind the scenes or along the river, serlior will not miss such a good opportunity.

"Secondly..." the smiling Asriel stretched out his second finger: "if the 'black cross' serliol is really related to the Azores invasion, he... Well, how will it take advantage of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity?"

"I visited the red blood castle when the Empire did its best and was too busy..."

"Or completely destroy the whole empire and let some long-awaited nine pointed star Holy Grail... Appear in front of it?"

The dark haired wizard was silent and bowed his head.

"Either way, it doesn't sound like a good ending; especially the coming enemy, some of whose strength is no less than that of Loren who opened the valve... It's no longer a stage play that determines the victory or defeat in the past battle, but will become a large-scale and wonderful legend, which is especially suitable for changing into poetry."

"A monster hiding in the shadow and under the void, as long as waiting for a chance, a dear Loren had to face the chance of doomed defeat, outnumbered the enemy, and had to open the second valve..."

Asriel, with exaggerated expression, climbed onto the black haired wizard's chair, and his tone became more and more low:

"It can take advantage of the weakness..."

"Again..."

"... visit the world he has been waiting for!"