'If Quick Rope dies here …
'My secret will be buried as well.
'And I can protect myself until the danger is over.'
At that moment, Thales had this thought for some reason.
'Really?'
But before he had the chance to think about it, Thales took action.
* Thud! *
A mercenary felt a pain at the back of his head. He subconsciously touched his head and found a pebble by his feet.
Annoyed, he was about to turn around to look for the person who threw the stone —
"Hey!"
An angry roar rose in the corridor!
The Disaster Swords, who were in their formation, froze in unison and turned their heads around.
At the end of the light was a teenager with an extraordinary status. He held a sword with both hands and appeared behind a hidden stone pillar. His face was red and swollen, and he looked a little weak.
The dozen or so mercenaries with weapons looked at each other.
The teenager's chest rose and fell, but he stared at the dozen opponents in front of him with a fierce gaze.
He shouted, "I'm here!"
In the next second, the mercenaries turned around and spread out, revealing the mercenaries Shawn and Dean, who stood in the middle.
The former tugged at his axe, while the latter was unarmed, and there were scratches on his face.
When he saw his target, Shawn's eyes instantly lit up. Dean frowned slightly, and his expression was solemn.
"That's great. Saves me a lot of trouble."
Shawn cast a profound glance at Thales. As he walked over, he made a gesture.
The mercenaries beside him received the order and immediately changed their target.
They spread out in two directions in a well-trained manner. They formed a semicircle around Thales and slowly approached him.
"Hey, let's deal with this one first —" Dean's voice rang anxiously.
But Shawn interrupted him coldly. He did not stop walking towards Thales.
"I think I know which one is more important."
Dean stared at Shawn, who turned around, and then looked behind him. His hands were empty, and he could only grit his teeth in indignation.
However, Thales did not even look at the approaching enemies. He did not even pay attention to Shawn and Dean. He only stared behind them.
Finally, as the mercenaries spread out, Thales saw his target.
At the end of his sight, Quick Rope knelt on one knee. He looked exhausted and pathetic.
The Crossbow of Time trembled in his hand.
He looked at Thales from afar with a surprised expression that said, "What are you doing?"
Thales sighed in relief.
He looked back at Quick Rope's incredulous gaze and twitched the corners of his lips. However, his actions caused the swelling on his face to spread, and it was so painful that he hissed and turned his head.
"Hand over your weapon, Prince. Let's be more polite." Shawn glanced at the sword in the boy's hand. His words were short.
"Or hand over a leg. Anyway, Ricky's order is to capture you alive."
He pulled out a single-edged axe hanging on his shoulder and said coldly.
Thales frowned.
The mercenaries gradually gathered around the young man. Some of them even walked to his left and right and were about to surround him.
Damn it.
Thales gritted his teeth and forced himself to calm down.
Now, what I need is …
The next moment, Thales exerted force in his hand and stabbed the longsword into the ground!
Seeing his show of weakness, Shawn smiled.
"That's right, good boy …"
His smile froze right after Shawn saw what Thales took out from his bosom.
Behind him, Dean's expression also changed.
They were not the only ones. When some of the more experienced and knowledgeable mercenaries saw the item in Thales' hands, they stopped in their tracks almost at the same time and turned pale with shock.
"Do you recognize this?"
Thales pressed one hand on his sword and exhaled tiredly. He shook the Alchemy Ball in his hand.
He looked at the solemn expressions of the people, forced a smile, and nodded in satisfaction.
"Yes, be afraid. Today, we will live and die together."
Shawn's face was dark. He gave a signal to a few mercenaries who were armed with long-range weapons.
"Where did you get this?"
Thales shook the Alchemy Ball in his hand. They were so shocked that they took another step back.
"Don't forget, this is the Alchemy Tower's territory."
'Very well.
'For now …
'Steady.'
The prince looked calm, but he was extremely anxious.
He raised his gaze and looked at the people on the other side.
"Hey, Quick Rope …"
But before he could say anything, another furious roar suddenly rang out.
"Idiot!"
Many mercenaries turned their heads in surprise.
Behind them, Quick Rope knelt on the ground. His face was filled with anger.
He scolded loudly, "Did you jump out at this time to save the world?"
He glared at Thales with gritted teeth and swung his fist, as if the latter was the enemy who killed his father.
"Would it kill you to hide properly?
Do you even have a f * cking brain?! "
His voice was like a lion's roar, and it was soul-stirring.
Even Shawn and Dean were stunned.
The smile on Thales' face immediately froze.
'This …'
He looked at the Alchemy Ball in his hand, shut his mouth, and his expression turned cold.
'Damn it …'
Shawn raised his eyebrows. He was constantly paying attention to the dangerous item in Thales' hand, and he shrugged. "Wow, what a brotherhood, it's so touching —"
"You, shut up."
Shawn choked a little. He widened his eyes and realized that the one who interrupted him was the cold-faced Thales.
'Huh?'
The next second, in front of the stunned mercenaries, the Prince of Constellation put down his hand that was pointing at Shawn, took a deep breath, and puffed out his chest.
"Get the f * ck out of here!"
Thales' face was fierce. He roared back at Quick Rope on the other side without showing any sign of weakness.
"This is the eighteenth underground floor!
"Use your rotten brain!"
Thales pressed the Alchemy Ball against his chest, waved his hand around, and scolded without caring about his image.
"Where the f * ck can I hide?!
Where can I hide?! "
Thales fiercely pounded his own chest and continued to ask, as if he had not vented his anger.
He continued to ask, still angry, "Where? Where?! Where?! "
His voice was deafening, and it echoed in the air.
Thales's accusatory look shocked Quick Rope, who was originally angry, so much so that he was stunned for a moment.
The latter instinctively shrank back, scratched his head, and blinked in a daze.
As he shouted back and forth, the mercenaries, including Shawn, looked at each other in surprise.
'Is this … an internal conflict?'
"Calm down, prince." Shawn gritted his teeth and stared at the Alchemy Ball in Thales' arms. He was afraid that the emotional Thales would make a mistake.
"Don't let your hand slip."
Only Dean stared at Thales with furrowed brows.
But Thales still glared at Quick Rope with burning eyes. He stroked his chest and panted. He was still trying to calm down the anger he felt after shouting just now.
'You damn bastard …'
The next moment, Quick Rope suddenly raised his eyebrows. His voice became softer, and he sounded a little submissive.
"Alright, alright, it does seem like there's really no other place to hide …"
But as Quick Rope spoke, he seemed to have thought of something. He became confident and aggressive again.
"But I have no other choice!"
Quick Rope's face turned fierce. He waved his fist at Thales.
"Have you forgotten? I'm just a lousy thief who can't even pry open a door!"
Thales bit his lip and stared at Quick Rope with a frown. His gaze was as sharp as a knife, as if he was angered.
It made Quick Rope feel diffident.
As they listened to the lousy internal conflict, the mercenaries looked at one side, then the other. Many of them paid attention to Thales' Alchemy Ball, and they were incredibly wary.
Shawn coughed, but he still remembered what he had to do. "Alright, the farce ends here …"
But in the next second, they saw the muscles on Thales' face tighten!
The teenager suddenly bent down, picked up a stone by his feet, and threw it in front of him with a ferocious look on his face!
A few mercenaries who stood close to him were shocked. They subconsciously raised their shields or raised their hands to block the stone.
Then, they noticed that under the dim light, the stone flew over their heads with an aggressive momentum, grazed the ceiling, and flew in a parabola before it landed on …
Quick Rope's head.
* Thud! *
Quick Rope shuddered violently as a muffled sound rose. He immediately pressed his hand against his forehead and screamed.
* Ow! *
"Hiss … You hit me …"
Before the mercenaries' dumbfounded expressions, Quick Rope covered the side of his forehead, which was bleeding from the stone. He pointed at Thales in disbelief.
"You brat, how dare you hit me with a stone —"
But the furious Thales interrupted him again.
"I'm teaching you a lesson on behalf of your father!"
Thales withdrew his hand, which had become numb from using the Sin of Hell's River. He did not care about the enemies around him at all.
He shouted angrily as if he was venting his anger, "Stop being a thief in the dark!"
He closed his eyes, and with all his strength, he shouted at the pitiful Quick Rope across him.
"Be a righteous robber who breaks down doors and robbers!"
Quick Rope choked on his words. He stared at Thales in a daze.
During the intense argument, the mercenaries broke out in cold sweat. Their gazes followed Thales' hand as he held the Alchemy Ball.
In the next second …
"Robber?"
Quick Rope was obviously very angry. The first thing he did when he regained his senses was to grit his teeth and retort.
"Easy for you to say! I don't know how to be a robber … "
"Don't know?"
The argument between Thales and Quick Rope became more and more intense. "If you don't know, can't you f * cking ask?"
Quick Rope paused for a moment.
'Ask if I don't know?'
He stared at Thales in a daze.
In the next second, Quick Rope took a deep breath and jumped up from the ground. He turned around and ran towards the stairs in the distance!
He was so fast that the two mercenaries who were staring at him could not react in time.
They could only watch him disappear down the stone stairs.
Before Quick Rope left, he did not forget to leave a sentence.
"F * ck you!"
Thales listened to the echoes in his ears. When he saw that Quick Rope was out of danger, he breathed a sigh of relief.
'At least …
'At least I succeeded.'
"He abandoned you just like that?"
Shawn narrowed his eyes and looked in the direction where Quick Rope disappeared.
"Loyalty isn't worth anything, is it?"
"Hey, catch him!" The empty-handed Dean became anxious. He first followed Quick Rope's footsteps and chased after him. Then, he realized that he did not have any weapons, so he quickly turned around and urged Shawn.
"Don't let him escape!"
But Shawn just waved his hand. His gaze never left Thales.
"Stay calm, he can't run far. The prince is our priority!"
The mercenaries pressed their weapons against the ground again and blocked off the prince's escape route.
Thales' heart tensed. He quickly curled up the corners of his lips and shook the Alchemy Ball in his hand.
But Dean could not wait any longer. He glared at the stone stairs where Quick Rope disappeared and pointed at Thales impatiently.
"Don't hesitate! I've thought it through. All of you, go!
I know him … No matter how you threaten him, he won't dare to activate that Alchemy Ball! "
Shawn and the mercenaries were stunned. They turned to Dean. "What?"
Thales' smile froze as well.
"The reason why this prince jumped out was to save his companion."
Dean gritted his teeth and said,
"If this Alchemy Ball isn't handled properly, it can blow up the surroundings and bury everyone underground, including that guy just now. Then, what's the point of him jumping out?"
His words were like a ray of light that broke through a blind spot. It made Shawn slightly stunned.
The mercenaries turned their heads and looked suspiciously at the chip in Thales' hand.
Thales gulped and smiled at Dean, who had a displeased expression on his face. However, he felt that his smile was a little stiff.
'F * ck …'
'I hate smart people the most.'
"So …" Shawn's expression became stern. He took a tentative step forward and got closer to Thales.
Thales was anxious. He shrugged awkwardly at him.
"No, no, no, I know very well what I have in my hand —"
But he was interrupted.
"Don't be so long-winded. Just take him down," Dean said hatefully.
"Then go after the other one."
With deep suspicion, Shawn took another step forward. He was now two swords away from Thales.
But before Thales could move, his smile disappeared from his face.
'Sh * t.
'I've been seen through.'
Dean continued coldly, "Don't forget, the longer this drags on, the more disadvantageous it will be for us. There's no difference between being blown up by the Alchemy Ball and being hanged by the Constellatiates."
His words made the group of mercenaries frown.
Looking at Thales' expression, Shawn understood something.
In the next second, Shawn's gaze sharpened, and he swung his axe!
'This is bad.'
Thales shuddered and subconsciously drew the sword beside his hand.
* Clang! *
Thales took a step back and managed to block the blunt edge of the axe that was swung at him.
While he panted in shock, Shawn fixed his gaze on his weapon.
"This is Ricky's sword."
'Damn it.'
Thales watched the mercenaries around him block the path so tightly that not even a drop of water could trickle through. He knew that his bluff had failed.
"Yes."
The prince swung his good sword, which had a smooth arc, and stuffed the Alchemy Ball into his bosom in frustration.
Now, his only advantage was that the other party wanted to capture him alive.
"What's wrong with him?" Shawn asked with a frown.
Thales exhaled and tested the pain in his chest. 'Fortunately, the aftereffects of mystic energy seem to be slowly alleviating.'
"Ricky, he —"
But before Thales could finish speaking, Shawn's figure swayed again!
The Sin of Hell's River in his body trembled, and Thales managed to react. He raised his sword with both hands and managed to block Shawn's attack before he took another step back.
But Shawn did not give up. He launched an all-out attack. He swung his axe so fiercely that it created a gust of wind.
It was as if he was determined to defeat Thales.
Thales, who had suddenly entered the battle, was flustered. At the same time, he had to be careful of the movements behind him.
But the mercenaries around him were all glaring at him. They stood where they were and did not interfere with Shawn's battle.
It looked like Shawn wanted to take him down personally to avoid unnecessary casualties, whether it was Thales or the Disaster Swords.
* Whoosh! *
Shawn's axe came swinging through the air!
The Sin of Hell's River surged to his arms and waist. Thales gritted his teeth and prepared to receive the blow, but he subconsciously froze.
'That's not right.'
Sure enough, in the next second, Shawn stopped his feint of slashing horizontally. He held the axe handle with both hands and swung it at Thales' abdomen!
His momentum was like thunder!
Thales sucked in a sharp breath and withdrew his longsword in time to block the axe handle. He then used his shoulder to collide head-on with his opponent!
* Thud! *
The two of them separated again. Shawn stared at Thales, who was panting. He was slightly puzzled.
"You …" he mumbled, but he gave up halfway and gritted his teeth.
Thales, who was not as fast as his opponent, took two steps back. He had just steadied himself when Shawn pounced on him again and roared furiously!
* Clang! *
As the steel clashed, Thales gritted his teeth and exerted his strength. He used the full strength he used to fend off the orcs in the desert. He planted his feet firmly on the ground and blocked his opponent's powerful axe strike.
In the next moment, the prince twisted his longsword and counterattacked with the hilt of a Northland Army sword technique. He struck Shawn's chest, causing the latter to groan and retreat.
Thales took a deep breath as he watched his opponent retreat.
He recalled the feeling of blocking his opponent's full-powered blow just now, and he was puzzled.
'It's strange.
'Too strange.
'This Shawn, his offensive strength …'
'Is it a little light?
Am I imagining things? '
He did not have time to think. Shawn's attack came before him again. Thales could only abandon all his thoughts and focus on fighting!
'Drag it out!
I have to drag it out!
Drag it out until the situation changes!
* Clang! * * Clang! *
The sound of steel clashing rose and fell.
Shawn's attacks were very fierce. It was obvious that he was very experienced. He often used his footwork to confuse his opponent.
However, the blade of his axe was extremely agile. The angle at which he swung his axe was tricky, and it was not as easy to block as a light sword. Thales had to use all his skills to resolve a few dangerous situations and avoid being captured.
* Whoosh! *
The wind howled.
Once again, Shawn's three consecutive slashes came one after another. It seemed like it was his ultimate trump card.
Thales was shocked.
Fortunately, the surging Sin of Hell's River did not disappoint him.
Amid the loud, muffled sound of metal clashing, Thales retreated steadily. He deflected the attack, blocked the killing move, and received the three attacks in a routine manner.
Shawn's attack failed. He took a step back. He could not hide the surprise and resentment in his eyes.
'What's going on?
'This teenager …'
The mercenaries around him began to whisper among themselves after failing to take down the teenager in front of him for five or six consecutive rounds. This made him rather angry.
Thales only regained his footing when he saw his opponent retreat. He panted hurriedly and recovered his strength.
But he finally sensed that something was wrong.
'I defended it.'
While panting and sweating, Thales slowly raised his head and looked at his opponent in shock.
'This person's attack …
I actually …
'I defended it?
It seems like … '
It was as if he had suddenly been enlightened.
Thales scratched his head, baffled.
'This is strange. Did I suddenly become stronger?'
But he shook his head again and dismissed the thought.
'Impossible …'
In the past, no matter who he fought against — Serena, the Fire Knight, Nicholas, Monty, the orc whose name he could not remember, and Zakriel — he was always the one who was beaten up to the point that he could not fight back, was he not?
'Wait a minute.'
Thales sized up the opponent before him again.
'This … Shawn.
Shawn's strength is pretty good. '
The prince thought of the orcs in the desert, and how they overturned horses with their great strength.
'Shawn's speed … hmm, it's passable.'
Thales thought of the Northland swordsman Klein's swift sword, which was almost instantaneous, and Raphael's shocking sword strike that took six lives in two seconds when he was in Lampard's prison all those years ago.
Shawn's offense was very strong, and it could be considered one of his specialties. He was not much weaker than Kohen from six years ago, but …
'Offense?'
Thales thought of three people at the same time.
One of them carried a silver-black bow on his back. His entire body surged like a volcano, and he charged forward in waves of blood. No one could stop him.
Another person was dressed in armor and held a golden saber. He descended from the sky with an imposing manner, and he effortlessly broke through the defense of the five people.
And the last person …
Thales touched the side of his neck and forehead. The two wounds he received not long ago immediately hurt, and it made him feel a slight chill in his heart.
Thales understood something.
'As for Shawn's feints and feints …
'It's practically …'
* Whoosh! *
Shawn roared and charged forward again. He was determined to no longer care about his opponent's life and hold back. He swore to finish the battle in the next round.
His opponent's axe fell vertically, but this time, Thales only frowned slightly.
With his hell's senses, Thales subconsciously sensed something.
As expected, when his opponent was halfway through his attack, he changed from a vertical slash to a horizontal slash.
It landed on the block that Thales had prepared a second earlier.
* Clang! *
Shawn stared at Thales, who had blocked his attack with ease and ease.
'How …'
Thales exerted force from his waist and pushed Shawn away. He looked at the tip of his opponent's sword, a little unaccustomed to it.
'This feint … is a little too obvious, isn't it?'
Thales thought in resignation.
Across him, Shawn stared at him in a daze. He did not understand why his attack had failed.
"Don't be disheartened. Your axe is very powerful, and your feints are very realistic."
Thales took a step back and comforted him with a hollow laugh.
"It's just that I know a guy …"
Thales thought about it and frowned as he thought of that man.
"He also likes to use feints and feints. Coupled with his Power of Eradication, he can twist and turn. God, I can't tell when he's attacking and when he's luring the enemy …
"Compared to his feints, your feints are still a little lacking …"
'That's right.'
Thales suddenly understood.
Due to his experience of countless crushing defeats, he was nervous every time he faced an enemy. He was used to using his previous battles as a reference. He faced the vampire archduchess, the Fire Knight, the Star Killer, the Raven of Death, and the desert orcs.
He faced … the Knight of Judgment, who was almost unstoppable.
Thales raised his head and looked at Shawn.
'That means …'
When he thought of this, Thales sighed. He painfully understood a depressing fact.
After going through so many battles where he lost, he never won …
He could take a beating even more.
And this feeling …
After being "beaten up" by Zakriel just now, it was even more obvious.
Under the illumination of the torches held by the mercenaries, Shawn stared at the handle of his axe. His hands trembled slightly.
He sensed the gazes and whispers of his colleagues around him. He felt his breathing become faster, and his face become hotter.
'No.
'No, how could it be …
'That's just a teenager …'
Thales snapped out of his daze and suddenly realized that something was wrong. He quickly changed his tone and tried to salvage the situation.
"What I mean is, you, is it possible that your feints, uh, and …"
He shrugged and put on an awkward but polite smile. He tried to find a pleasant word.
"There's still … room for improvement?"
Shawn raised his head swiftly.
Thales' smile slowly disappeared.
As he watched the man's increasingly savage and furious expression, Thales felt that he might have said the wrong thing.
Sure enough, in the next second, Shawn glared at him with eyes that looked as if they were about to stab him. Sparks flew from his eyes.
He roared hoarsely, "Everyone, attack together!
Take him down! "
Thales felt a chill in his heart.
'This is bad.'
Thales only had time to think of this before the mercenaries around him roared and surged forward!
'Aaaahhhh!'
The Sin of Hell's River surged towards him without restraint!
He activated his hell's senses without reservation!
* Clang! *
The piercing sound of weapons clashing rose again, but it was even noisier than before!
Thales used all his strength to block a hammer handle that was aimed at the back of his head. Then, he swung away an iron rod that was aimed at his left leg. He had no choice but to roll and dodge the other three weapons that he could not block in a flustered manner!
But when he stood up, before he could even catch his breath, another attack was aimed at his head.
Thales blocked it with great effort and grunted softly. But a mercenary behind him brandished the hilt of his blade and rushed towards him!
He was about to go crazy.
'If I had known this would happen, I wouldn't have said anything. Wouldn't it have been better if I just kept quiet and got rich?!
Why did I provoke Shawn?! '
In the next dozen or so seconds, Thales felt as if he had returned to that night in the desert. The orcs roared and attacked him from all directions, not giving him a chance to catch his breath.
If the orcs had not wanted to capture him alive, he would have long since …
* Swoosh! *
Thales felt pain in his back. He was struck by the handle of an axe while he was out of shape.
'Damn it!'
One wrong step led to many wrong steps. The sharp pain in his back caused Thales' next line of defense to change as well. His abdomen was struck violently!
Enduring the pain and sweat, Thales grunted and rolled on the ground, avoiding the three figures that were about to pounce on him.
'It's over.
It's over. '
After a long, high-intensity battle, his body finally swayed, and he was about to close his eyes.
But at this moment …
"AAAAAHHHHH!"
A terrifying roar that did not sound human came from the other end!
The mercenaries were all shocked!
But before they could snap out of their daze, a strong figure rushed into the crowd without any resistance!
* Bang! *
"HAAAAHHHH!"
The strong intruder roared and sent two mercenaries flying. Before the third person could turn around and attack him with his weapon, he stretched his arm and lifted his opponent into the air!
Cries of surprise rose.
Thales shuddered and immediately lowered his head. He felt a chill run down his spine.
* Boom! *
The mercenary who was lifted flew over his head. He screamed as he continued to fly for another ten meters and knocked down five or six people.
A few torches dimmed, and the scene instantly became chaotic!
"No!"
Shawn's exasperated voice rose.
"Intruder!"
Thales was stunned.
Before he could react, one of the Disaster Swords beside him turned around, roared, and clashed with the newcomer's weapon!
* Clang! *
The sounds of battle shook the sky.
Thales almost thought that he had returned to the battlefield.
"Kill, kill, kill." A desolate and trembling voice rose. As the Disaster Swords retreated, the intruder laughed brokenly and swung his sword.
"The feeling of returning to the battlefield is wonderful."
Blood splattered everywhere.
The mercenary's head tilted to the side and his body was only connected by a bit of skin and flesh.
"Although … my skills have become quite lacking …"
The killer did not even look at Thales. He went to his next opponent.
'It's him.'
"AAAAAHHH!"
Thales took a deep breath. Just as he stood up with the support of his sword, the muscular intruder roared and ran past him, as if he was stirring up a hurricane.
He was like a giant bear, fearlessly crashing into the crowd.
The scene became more chaotic.
"Take it easy, Bruley!"
A lackadaisical voice rose, and it sounded a little resigned.
"It's been more than ten years … Remember to warm up first!"
Thales turned his head and saw a man in rags standing in front of a mercenary. He avoided an axe strike and nimbly extended his leg to hook the mercenary.
* Thud. *
The mercenary no longer had the chance to fight back. The man swiftly extended his hand and crushed his throat.
The lackadaisical man picked up the axe that the enemy dropped and raised his head.
His hair and beard were long, and he grinned at Thales. He looked rather ferocious.
The prince stared blankly at the three people who had suddenly entered the battlefield.
Then, Shawn's furious roar rose behind him!
"You damned —"
Thales instinctively turned around and raised his sword.
But long before he could seize Shawn, another thin figure appeared behind Thales, as cold as the wind!
* Clang! *
The cold figure raised a sword and blocked Shawn's fatal axe strike. He snorted in disdain.
Shawn frowned and gritted his teeth. "You —"
"So," the newcomer said coldly, and his voice was calm.
"It's the same old feeling.
Fight. "
Shawn's gaze changed when he looked at his opponent.
He suddenly noticed that on the other party's face …
There was an ugly and ferocious brand.
'That's …'
In the next second, the newcomer turned around. He did not care that his opponent's axe had torn a wound on his shoulder. He slammed his forehead against Shawn's nose!
* Thud! *
As Shawn cried out in pain, the newcomer turned his body sideways and struck him with his longsword!
* Rip! *
The sound of flesh being torn rose. Shawn's expression froze, and it was like a frozen stream.
A second later, the newcomer closed Shawn's eyes. He had died with a grievance and pushed the corpse away from the bloody longsword.
Shawn's corpse fell on the ground, facing Thales.
Thales stared at the newcomer in a daze.
He recognized the person's movements.
'That's …
'Iron Body Style?'
The newcomer turned to Thales. His gaze was as firm as steel, and he extended his hand to him gently.
Thales was stunned for a second. Then, he held the other party's calloused palm and used it to get up.
"When facing the ancient orcs, humans relied on fierce attacks that risked their lives instead of defending with shields to protect themselves. This is why there are only three defensive styles, but seven offensive styles."
His voice was steady, and his tone was cold.
'He's … talking to me?'
Thales immediately shuddered!
"Do not misunderstand, prince whom I do not know. I am not targeting you.
I am just very curious … "
The unkempt figure with the brand lowered his head. His eyes shone with a cold light under his almost ungroomed beard and hair.
"Which cowardly sissy from Renaissance Palace is it …"
The newcomer let go of Thales. He ignored the intense and tense fight around him and picked up a shield from the ground.
"That's why your Northland Military Sword Style …"
He stared coldly at the almost stunned Thales and said sternly,
"Have you been taught to be like this?"
Amid the sounds of fighting, Thales stared at him in a daze.
In the next second, the former Chief Vanguard of the Royal Guards, Quill Barney Jr., adopted a "Battle Stance" and walked past Thales without turning his head to face the enemy.
Thales took a deep breath.
He slowly turned to the direction of the stairs.
Sure enough, there was a young man bending over and pressing his hands on his knees. He was panting heavily as he stared at Thales with gritted teeth.
Thales smiled.
The young man raised his hand and threw a long, dark green key back to Thales.
He pointed at the red and swollen part of his forehead, which had been smashed, and showed a fierce expression.
"F * ck you," Quick Rope said fiercely.
"You actually used this thing …
"To smash me!"
Thales could not help but laugh.
He turned his head and looked at the old warriors of the Royal Guards of Constellation. One by one, they met their opponents and took their lives.
But that was no longer important.
Thales curled his lips, turned his head, and pointed his middle finger at Quick Rope without showing any sign of weakness.
'That lousy thief who can't even open a chain …
'Finally.
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