Early in the morning, on the deserted street, Thales panted heavily as he passed through an alley and arrived at a larger road.
'Aida …
'Aida … should be fine. Even though she looks unreliable, she single-handedly captured a supreme class Blood Clansman in the birch tree forest.
'I can't be distracted. There's no point in thinking too much, and I can't help either.' Thales desperately shook off the worry in his heart.
He suddenly felt a little thirsty.
Thales grabbed a handful of snow, rubbed it, and stuffed it into his mouth, just like how child beggars used to spend the winter on the streets.
The prince, who was grimacing from the cold, trembled his chin in pain. He raised his head and asked Little Rascal, "Is this … West-Express Avenue?"
However, the latter only lowered her head gloomily and did not say a word.
Thales finally melted that mouthful of snow into water and swallowed it.
He stared at the dazed Little Rascal, feeling extremely worried.
From the tragedy in the palace to the calamity of the calamities, to the assassination of the king and the blood spilled right before her eyes, this terrifying night had frightened the poor child.
For her, this was too …
Forget about Little Rascal, even he was on the verge of breaking down.
'All of this, how did it all start?
'Did Lampard plan everything from the moment he sent his troops to escort me north to Dragon Clouds City? Was his goal to assassinate the king and start a coup?
'How did he do it?
'An army of two thousand people. If they set off in the name of escorting me, so they were not noticed … then when he led the army into the city, would the vassals, nobles, civilians, soldiers, and bureaucrats inside and outside the city not notice?
'King Nuven seems like a very shrewd king. That unsettling old lady Calshan does not seem to be a simple character either. How could she allow such a fatal flaw in the security of their capital city?
'Unless …'
Thales thought of that terrifying answer.
'It can't be.'
He gulped slowly and continued walking with Little Rascal. At the same time, he decided to think from a different perspective.
'I lured the Mystics here, didn't I?
The accident caused by Giza and Asda directly destroyed the entire Shield District and took away most of Dragon Clouds City's energy.
'Yes, that's why King Nuven left Heroic Spirit Palace and came to Shield District. So, the one who has to take the blame for the king's assassination is me?'
Thales was shocked by his own thoughts.
If it's really because of me and Giza, then Lampard is really lucky!
The second prince looked at his pathetic appearance as he fled for his life and sighed. 'Is this what they mean by' the evils we bring upon ourselves are the hardest to bear? '
Thales rubbed his forehead fiercely. Even his brain, which was usually "super efficient", felt a little uncomfortable at that moment.
He sighed and had no choice but to put these things aside for the time being. Despite his extreme fatigue and fatigue, he forced himself to stay awake and explore the path forward.
This should be the West Express Avenue. If he remembered correctly, this winding and empty street was the Armor District.
Aida said that as long as they passed through it, they would reach the blockade set up for the calamities. They should be able to meet the people from the capital there.
Thales hesitated for a moment when he thought of this.
But she also said that the patrols, or the guys wearing the patrol uniforms, were all very suspicious. She didn't know how many of them were loyal to Lampard.
Best not to believe it.
Even those who were loyal to the Waltons could easily expose their information to Lampard.
The once majestic King Nuven could no longer protect them.
Sigh.
How ironic. He had the granddaughter of the King of Eckstedt with him, but he had to struggle to escape from the capital in Northland. He could not even find anyone he could trust.
The most important thing now was to find someone he could trust, ask for help, return to Heroic Spirit Palace, return to Putray's side, and inform the people in Dragon Clouds City who were still loyal to the Waltons.
Thales stopped in his tracks.
He looked at a signboard at the corner of the street not far ahead. His expression changed as he remembered something.
'When King Nuven can no longer protect us …'
The signboard in front of him was painted with a black dagger with a short handle. Under the signboard was a large wooden window that was tightly shut, and on one side was an extremely narrow door.
Thales narrowed his eyes. A conversation from the past floated into his mind.
'"If you run into an irreversible crisis in Eckstedt … when even King Nuven can't save you …"'
Thales' eyes brightened.
'It's here.'
The next moment, he pulled Little Rascal towards the signboard.
* Bang! Bang! Bang! *
Thales knocked hard on the large wooden window under the 'dagger' signboard.
Although the residents had been evacuated due to martial law, if the owner of this place was really like what he heard, a person who 'often violated the law' …
No response.
* Bang! Bang! Bang! *
Thales knocked three more times.
Still no response.
The prince frowned and extended his hand again.
* Bang! Bang! Bang! *
As the knocking grew louder, Little Rascal seemed to come to her senses. She asked in a daze, "Ah … where are we?"
"A butcher shop on West-Express Avenue," Thales said briefly. "Is anyone there? We need help! "
* Bang! Bang! Bang! *
He knocked on the window a few more times.
However, there was still no response.
Thales' original hope slowly faded.
'Sigh.'
He looked at the signboard and sighed.
'They've probably been evacuated.'
Under Little Rascal's strange gaze, Thales pulled her up in disappointment and turned to leave the butcher shop.
However, he had only taken one step when he froze and stopped.
"What's wrong?" Little Rascal asked woodenly.
Thales spun around abruptly and yelled at the 'dagger' signboard.
"Six and a half dollars!"
No response.
Thales gritted his teeth and yelled again.
"Hey, six and a half dollars! Six and a half dollars! "
Perhaps because he yelled a little too loudly, Thales panted and patted his own chest.
However, there was still no response.
There were only the two of them on the empty street.
Thales lowered his head in disappointment.
'Forget it.
Perhaps he … '
At this moment.
The sound of wooden boards scraping against each other was heard, followed by the sound of a door bolt being unlatched.
* Clack. *
Little Rascal instinctively hid behind him. Thales looked up in shock.
The wooden window was opened.
'There's …
'Someone's there?'
Through the window, a man with black hair, black eyes, and a flat face stared at them with an unfriendly expression.
It made Thales' skin crawl.
'Wait a minute.
'This is a …
Far Easterner? '
"Who are you people?"
"How do you know this?"
The Far Easterner's words carried an obvious Northland accent. His tone was slightly impatient, as if he was facing a huge problem. "Six and a half dollars?"
Thales was slightly stunned.
'Someone …
'Someone!'
He stared blankly at the Far Easterner. It was only when the man was about to close the window that Thales reacted and said agitatedly, "Wait … that … we are, we are Kaslan's friends!
"Kaslan was the one who told us this word! He said that when we need help, we should come here and say this secret code … "
The Far Easterner narrowed his already small eyes, as if he wanted to scrutinize them.
"You are, are you that …" Thales scratched his head and desperately tried to recall their encounter in Hero Tavern. After a few seconds, he finally managed to squeeze those words out of his mind. "It's Mister Gu, isn't it?
"We need help!"
The Far Easterner, Gu, said nothing. He remained in the shadows behind the window and watched them quietly.
"Please!" Thales was a little anxious.
After a moment, Gu grinned.
"Kaslan's friends, is it?" The Far Easterner snorted softly and said slowly,
"Come in."
— —
At the border between the Armor District and the Shield District, a thrilling battle between two Limiteers had already begun.
* Whoosh — *
The wind from the blade was fierce.
Aida leaped into the air and pounced at Kaslan.
Her scimitar drew an arc and swept past the tip of his nose.
The former commander of the White Blade Guards leaned back steadily. The expressionless Kaslan calmly dodged the blade that was aimed at his head.
Even though the blade was only an inch away from his nose.
"Jumping up in battle is suicide," Kaslan said flatly.
He instantly brandished the two-meter-long Soul Slayer Pike, but it did not feel clumsy or sluggish at all.
The pike even bent from his swing!
The wind howled.
As if it had a life of its own, the tip of the pike swung horizontally at the elf.
Just like many battles between supreme class fighters, in just a few seconds, the offensive and defensive positions switched.
"That's for humans," Aida said disdainfully in the air.
In the next second, with incredible agility, she climbed up the front part of the Soul Slayer Pike with one hand and exerted a little force in her hand.
The dark tip of the Soul Slayer Pike brushed past her ear in a dangerous manner.
Aida hung her entire body on the pike like a fleeting piece of clothing. She danced with Kaslan and fluttered in the wind.
Kaslan's arms surged with unimaginable strength, and the pike shook!
Aida was sent flying from the pike as if she had suffered a heavy blow.
Kaslan's pike did not stop at all. Like a venomous snake that had launched another attack, it pierced through the air and attacked Aida's waist in the air!
But Aida once again displayed the agility of a bat. She leaned back in the air, pulled her legs back, and bent them into a 'C' shape.
* Bang! *
The pike pierced through the air and let out an explosive sound.
However, Kaslan's deadly pike pierced through the empty space in Aida's' C 'shape and swept past her back.
But the sword missed its target.
Kaslan furrowed his brows and shook the pike again!
Aida stretched her left hand backward again and placed it on the Soul Slayer Pike's handle. She swung her supple body like a slingshot in the direction where Kaslan had shaken the pike!
With her left hand as the center, she swung around the Soul Slayer Pike like a swing. Then, using the centrifugal force, she floated backwards.
If Thales were here, he would probably be dumbfounded and shout, "You know how to swing on the horizontal bar!"
The elf somersaulted in the air and landed steadily.
* Bang! *
Only then did Kaslan's pike tip land on the ground and plunge into the stone bricks.
This thrilling round ended.
Aida raised her machete and stood up. Her cloak had fallen to the nape of her neck during the violent maneuver just now, revealing her braided, silky, bright white hair.
Kaslan spun his pike. His expression did not change. He was calm and unruffled.
"I've fought against the enemies of White Mountain and met the envoys from Late Twilight Kingdom," the old man in the tavern said slowly. "But your skin color … is neither that of a White Elf nor that of a Nightmare Elf."
Aida raised her head, revealing her delicate, girlish face and a pair of beautifully curved, pointy ears.
"You're a Sacred Elf, aren't you?" Kaslan exhaled softly and adjusted the posture of his spear. "Of course, I've never seen the High Elves and Gray Elves in the Eastern Peninsula. But I think that you're probably from the Sacred Tree Kingdom. That's why you're protecting the prince of Constellation.
"Good guess." Aida sneered. She looked at the Soul Slayer Pike with fear in her eyes. "Northland brat."
Kaslan nodded and flashed a smile.
"The Sacred Tree Kingdom is indeed Constellation's ally and royal in-law," the old man said with a sigh. "They even provide supreme class guards for them?"
Aida's expression changed.
"Bah, bah, bah." The elf waved her machete in annoyance. "What guard?! I'm a supreme class elite that they — that bunch of brats begged their grandfather, grandmother, father, and mother to hire. They paid a lot of money to hire me! "
Kaslan's eyebrows twitched.
"The lifelong honorary instructor of the Royal Guards of Constellation!" The elf pointed her machete at herself and said loudly and arrogantly, "Aida Rorakat Gisele Duridos …"
But Aida's words seemed to be stuck and she stopped midway.
Her silver eyes darted around, but in the end, she lowered her head dejectedly.
"Ah, I can't remember my name … Just call me whatever you want."
But Kaslan's expression became solemn.
"I see. You're the instructor of the Royal Guards." The old man raised his pike. The way he looked at Aida was different now. "The White Blade Guards used to say that other than the Glacier Sentries, if there was any other troop in the world that could fight against the elite White Blade Guards and the Dragon's Imperial Guards head-on …"
Kaslan sighed. His eyes were filled with nostalgia.
"Then there's only you, who are commonly known as the Emperor's Praetorian Guards — the Royal Guards of Constellation."
"Ayaya." Aida waved her hand, seemingly disdainful. "So you still remember that you're a member of the White Blade Guards … Just now, when your people fell one by one, did you see it?"
Hearing that, a pained expression appeared on Kaslan's face. He furrowed his brows tightly.
"They're all competent warriors, good children," the old man said sorrowfully. "They just encountered the worst era, the worst fate."
Aida snorted coldly. "You really dare to say that? It seems like the famous' Ground-Shaker 'is just a traitor."
Kaslan shut his eyes tightly.
"Let us finish this battle … If we drag it out for too long, our people will arrive. By then, there won't be a chance for a fair fight." His voice was extremely tired.
Aida did not say a word. She only stared at him coldly.
"The Dragon Guards and the Imperial Guards have not met many times in history. When I was young, I fought against your Zakriel once, so I was very honored." Kaslan opened his eyes and said solemnly. His white hair shone under the faint light of dawn. "Instructor Aida."
"Zakriel?" Aida's expression changed. She seemed to be recalling something. "Was he a snot-nosed, donkey-faced brat who slacked off on the training field every day … Speaking of which, I used to punish him often …"
"He was Constellation's famous' Knight of Judgment '." Kaslan revealed a nostalgic smile. "I haven't heard any news about him since twelve years ago."
Aida's expression darkened.
"That fellow is in the Western Desert's Prison of Bones." The elf sighed. "I reckon he won't be able to get out of there in this lifetime … That silly child …"
Kaslan was slightly startled.
"Is that so …" the old man murmured.
"What a pity." Kaslan closed his eyes regretfully. "He was really a good opponent."
The next moment, the battle resumed.
Kaslan's spear moved without warning. He thrust it three times in an instant!
All of them were aimed at Aida's legs.
* Bang! Bang! Bang! *
The tip of the spear tapped the ground three times, stirring up countless gravel.
But Aida seemed to be dancing in a strange and elegant manner. She took six steps in a row, and each step perfectly avoided the Soul Slayer Pike's thrust.
Amid the flying gravel, Aida did not retreat. Instead, she moved with evasive steps and closed in on Kaslan!
She switched between offense and defense.
* Swoosh! *
While the spear could not be pulled back in time, Aida slashed at Kaslan's head with a bold and unconstrained slash.
The Legendary Commander of the White Blade Guards calmly turned around and dodged.
His experienced eyes never left Aida's shoulders.
As expected, following Aida's movements, the flash of the blade turned three times in the air!
Each time, it turned in the direction where Kaslan was about to dodge.
But Kaslan still relied on his superb eyesight and intuition to dodge the three dangerous turns of the blade.
The wind from the blade swept past the old man's face.
It took away a tuft of his white hair.
Kaslan finally pulled back his spear. The old man raised his arms high and the spear drew a big circle around him!
* Rip! * The sound of the spear's tip being dragged on the ground was ear-piercing.
But Aida had already done two backflips and leaped out of the Soul Slayer Pike's attack range.
The tense exchange of offense and defense ended. The two supreme class fighters stopped again.
"Good flexibility and agility." Kaslan sighed. "Good battle awareness. Steady swing of the blade and light footing.
"You've really brought out the dual advantages of being an elf and a woman to the fullest."
Aida chuckled and carefully observed her opponent's face.
"You'll be at a disadvantage if you underestimate a woman."
The two of them stood on both sides of the street and stared at each other quietly. The wariness in their hearts was raised to the maximum as they calculated the upcoming battle.
"I wouldn't dare," Kaslan said respectfully. "After all, I'm also someone who lived in the same era as' Heart of the Rain '.
"But these are all qualities that an elf should have. It's not surprising," the old man said flatly.
Aida's pupils constricted slightly.
Kaslan observed the ground, his gaze focused on the three holes he had just made. "What surprised me the most was that you were able to respond to each of my attacks and defenses perfectly. You didn't hesitate at all. It was almost perfect."
"Ah." Aida shrugged. Her pair of pointy ears moved slightly. "I'm very powerful."
"Haha, is that so?" Kaslan's expression changed and he revealed a hearty smile.
"I attacked your legs to suppress your agility.
"I stirred up the gravel to hinder your dexterity.
"I swept my spear at the end to seize the opportunity when you got close to me to launch an attack."
The old man nodded approvingly. "But you cleverly avoided the thrusts on your legs, and even rushed over. While cleverly dodging the gravel behind you, you launched a counterattack. You even dodged the final sweep at the right time."
Kaslan raised his head and looked straight at Aida.
"My three goals were interconnected, but I didn't achieve any of them.
"This can no longer be explained by reflexes or experience." He shook his head slowly. "Even Shao and Heart of the Rain couldn't have faced my attacks so easily.
"Then there's only one answer left."
Aida's expression did not change, but she slowly tightened her grip on the machete in her hand.
The three sets of consecutive attacks just now were indeed very experienced.
'But …'
Kaslan sighed with emotion. His voice rose and fell as if he was sighing. "You knew my next move and plan beforehand, so you responded perfectly, didn't you?"
Aida's expression changed.
'No way.
'This old man …
'How long have we been fighting?'
Kaslan chuckled.
In that second, it was as if the legendary Earthshaker had returned to the battlefield when he was young.
"I heard that the probability of Psionic abilities appearing among the elves is much higher than that of humans. It's an interesting phenomenon, isn't it?" The old man swung the Soul Slayer Pike again. His eyes burned with a fighting spirit that he had not felt for many years. "There are also many types of Psionic abilities, and there are all kinds of strange abilities."
Aida's expression completely darkened.
Previously, she had only focused on the infamous Soul Slayer Pike.
But now, compared to the Soul Slayer …
She had underestimated Earthshaker.
In the past, she had only heard of his legendary reputation as the leader of the White Blade Guards after he left the Tower of Eradication.
'But …'
Kaslan's eyes sparkled, but he said calmly,
"But I really didn't expect that there would be such a magical Psionic ability."
Aida sighed.
"Instructor Aida, you are a Psionic … No, you are in supreme class, so I must address you as a Psionic Warrior." Kaslan stared at Aida's silver eyes and spoke with certainty in an unquestionable tone.
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