'Prison guard?'
Thales' heart clenched. He remembered something and quickly walked forward. Behind him, Quick Rope caught the crossbow he threw in a flurry and caught up with Canon in a disheveled manner.
"It's not easy to forget that face when you escorted us to prison." Zakriel's voice was a little dejected.
Before him, the white knight's expression did not change, but there was a hint of weariness in his exquisite and handsome features.
"And you should be in prison," the handsome man said coldly.
"Not here."
Zakriel shook his head and said nothing.
The cavaliers around them drew closer, and they almost dyed the yellow sand dunes in front of them black. They were piercing and oppressive.
The man in white turned around. The skull on his left shoulder swayed slightly.
He looked at Ricky, who sat on the ground.
"Blood Whistle, sword peddler."
This time, there was a shocking chill in the man's eyes.
"All of you shouldn't be here.
All of you should be … where you should be. "
There was a disturbing meaning in the handsome man's words.
Many of the mercenaries could not help but gulp when their identities were called out.
Ricky's appearance had returned to normal. He stared at the knight in front of him and answered respectfully, "I'm sorry, Your Grace.
"I'm sorry, sir. We're on a mission."
Ricky shrugged. His expression was resigned and innocent.
"But we ran into some … accidents."
The handsome man frowned slightly.
"Your mission …"
At that moment, Thales, who had already approached the knight and could no longer hold back, spoke loudly.
"Don't believe him! I am the second prince — "
But in the next moment, the white knight suddenly moved!
He turned his right arm, and the tip of a spear appeared out of thin air to attack Thales!
The teenager, who was thinking about how to explain, did not even have the time to react before he felt his body sway!
* Clang! *
The air became blurry. The moment Thales could see the scene in front of him clearly, he was already leaning against Yodel's chest, protected by the latter's left arm.
In front of the Masked Protector, the gray Supreme Sword blocked the white tip of the spear.
Canon and Zakriel had already drawn their weapons without a sound. Their expressions were solemn, and they were ready to attack at any moment.
"Interrupt me again." The white knight stared at Thales. His amber eyes shone with cold, murderous intent, causing others to forget about his handsome face.
"I'll kill you."
Thales stared blankly at the tip of the spear that was only a few inches away from him. He was momentarily speechless.
"You can't."
Yodel shook off the tip of the man's spear and pulled Thales up.
"You don't know who he is."
The white knight retracted his spear. The spear turned back into a short spear and was sheathed on his back.
"I don't care."
The handsome man said coldly,
"The same goes for you, Anonymous, no matter what your relationship with the Secret Intelligence Department is."
The earring on his left ear swayed gently, still as exquisite as before, as if he had not seen the tense scene just now.
Canon and Zakriel, who were the closest to them, sighed in relief.
It was only then that Thales regained his breathing. He touched his heartbeat, which had started beating again, and stared at Yodel in astonishment.
But the Masked Protector just shook his head without saying a word — as usual.
The white knight turned to Ricky again.
"Your mission?"
Ricky smiled.
"Ongoing." Crassus of the Disaster Swords looked at the increasingly dazzling red light in the east in resignation.
"I believe that you will see the progress very soon."
The white knight was silent for a while before he spoke again.
"Your accident?"
Ricky sighed.
"Please allow me to introduce you." Ricky extended his hand and gestured at Thales.
"This is Prince Thales Jadestar, one of our accidents tonight."
Ricky's expression was resigned when he said this.
Whispers immediately rose from the cavaliers who were closer to him.
The white knight frowned, but it made his face, which looked like it came out of an oil painting, even more vivid and eye-catching.
He turned his head and sized up Thales carefully.
It was probably the first time in his life that he was stared at by such a handsome man. Thales felt that his clothes and appearance did not quite fit the standard of a prince. For some reason, he felt his face burn.
The white knight turned his head and spoke to Ricky again.
"I need an explanation …"
Thales was shocked.
"I —"
But Yodel immediately pressed down on his shoulder and stopped him from speaking.
"Williams doesn't like to be interrupted."
The Masked Protector bent down and whispered into the teenager's ear,
"And he is serious."
As Yodel spoke, he added another sentence in his heart.
'It doesn't matter if you are a prince or not.
'Williams?'
Thales was surprised.
"Oh, it's my fault for not introducing you. That caused the misunderstanding between you, respected Prince Thales."
Just as Thales searched for the memory of this name, Ricky seemed to have just come to his senses. He gave Thales an apologetic smile.
"The one standing before you now is the legend of the battlefield at the eastern border of the desert."
The mercenary leader extended his hand to gesture at the ridiculously handsome knight before him. Adjectives flew out of his mouth as if they cost nothing.
"The Thunder Wings on horseback.
"The ruthless killer who can travel ten thousand miles.
"The terrifying nightmare of the mixed breeds and Barren Breeds."
Thales looked at the handsome knight before him and listened to the adjectives. He only felt his heart become a mess.
'Legend …
'Thunder …
'Killer …
'Nightmare …'
Compared to the black mass of cavaliers around him, the white knight's figure was particularly eye-catching.
"… and the only master of Blade Fangs Dune." Ricky sighed slightly. The gaze he gave the man became more complicated.
"Baron Roman Williams."
'Roman Williams.
'Baron?'
Thales frowned.
Roman, on the other hand, only listened to Ricky's words coldly, not saying a word.
"Of course, you can also call him …"
Ricky heaved a sigh of relief. He used the tone he was most wary of and wary of to call out that name.
"The Legendary Wing."
'The Legendary Wing.'
Thales furrowed his eyebrows tightly. His thoughts raced.
'Among the Three Commanders of Constellation, the one with the most terrifying reputation, the most contradictory, and the most complicated …
He rose to power during the Bloody Year and the Desert War. He slaughtered countless people, and he even trapped and killed six thousand orc captives alive …
He once returned to Eternal Star City with a triumphant reputation. He brought his army along with the king and paraded around Eternal Star City. From then on, he was rumored to be the one who could conquer Western Desert with his face … '
'The Legendary Wing?'
The Legendary Wing himself, the handsome and terrifying Roman Williams, who was rumored to be fierce and terrifying, stared at Thales indifferently.
His expression did not change.
At that moment, Thales' gaze was fixed on the hideous skull on the knight's left shoulder.
He recognized it.
It was a …
An orc's skull.
However, at that moment …
* Bang! *
A loud sound came faintly from afar!
It was like thunder behind the clouds.
The crowd burst into an uproar!
The cavaliers stationed on the sand dune were also shocked. They comforted their anxious horses.
Thales instinctively looked in the direction of the loud sound, and he was immediately shocked!
It was Blade Fangs Camp.
A puff of black smoke rose slowly from the direction of the camp.
'That's …'
Everyone stared blankly at the unique situation in Blade Fangs Camp.
Only Ricky, who sat on the ground, exhaled and smiled.
Roman turned his head around. Anger could be seen in his eyes.
He roared angrily at the cavaliers on the slope.
"Frank?"
However, even his roar was clear and penetrating, as if it had the power to cleanse people's hearts.
Soon, a gray-haired middle-aged knight in full armor walked out of the crowd and looked at the camp in the distance, where black smoke rose.
"The Eternal Oil has exploded, sir."
The old knight named Frank frowned and said, "Those damn old soldiers.
"Those damn old soldiers. After we left, they didn't even know how to manage military supplies and logistics …"
But at that moment, a second puff of black smoke rose slowly from the other side of the camp.
The Legendary Wing's expression became even worse.
"Wait, that is …"
Frank's gaze focused, and his tone began to change.
"The second source of fire, in the direction of the shops.
"It's arson on purpose!"
His voice caused a commotion among the cavaliers. Many of them began to whisper anxiously.
But with just a turn of Roman's head, everyone who was swept by his gaze subconsciously shut their mouths.
The army returned to silence.
But as if the heavens wanted to play a joke on this handsome knight who liked silence, a few seconds later, a horn that was hurried and made people panic came from the direction of the camp!
* Woo … Woo … Woo … *
Three consecutive blasts.
The sound spread throughout the wilderness.
This time, the mercenaries and the cavaliers finally erupted in a shock and uproar that was difficult to suppress!
The handsome Roman seemed to be unable to take it anymore. He did not bother to restrain his subordinates, but quickly turned his head around and shouted in the direction of another hill.
"Felicia?"
A commotion rose among the cavaliers. A red-haired female cavalier shouted and chased away the people who blocked her way. She rode to the foot of the sand dune.
It was clear that Felicia was a rare beauty, but she had strangely shaved off the left side of her head, and there was a strange tattoo on her face. It reminded Thales of Ralf, who was beside him.
"Sir, the messenger has confirmed it. It's an invasion alert!"
Felicia said in exasperation.
"Seventh grade!"
As they watched the smoking camp in the distance and listened to the increasingly urgent horn blasts, the commotion in the army grew louder.
In the midst of the commotion, the Legendary Wing lowered his head and said nothing.
Perhaps it was because of his attitude, or perhaps it was because of the strict military discipline, but soon, the restless cavaliers calmed down.
What left a deep impression on Thales was that when an astonishing number of cavaliers calmed down from the commotion, the soundless silence that instantly disappeared was also astonishing.
In the terrifying silence, Roman slowly turned his head around and looked at Ricky, who was on the ground.
"You?"
Ricky exhaled softly and raised his head with a smile. He stared at the Legendary Wing, who had an overwhelming advantage in terms of strength and numbers, without flinching.
"Yes, Lord Baron."
"What you are seeing now is our mission."
Whispers rose among the cavaliers.
Thales frowned and looked at the crowd. Stake had been knocked unconscious during the chaotic battle just now, and he was still unconscious.
Roman's expression was calm. There was not a hint of emotion on his handsome face.
"How did you do it?"
Ricky shrugged and spread his hands in resignation.
"Oh, this is all thanks to my comrades from Shadow Shield —"
This time, Roman interrupted him without hesitation. His tone was cold.
"What happened?"
Ricky was silent after he was interrupted.
He lowered his gaze and pondered for a while before he raised his gaze.
"The prisoners in White Prison," Ricky's tone was natural, and he was not panicked at all.
"They have been released, and they are looting and causing chaos in the camp."
Ricky smiled and continued to speak.
"And the military supplies warehouse, which concerns the survival of the garrison army, is burning fiercely. It is shaking the army's morale."
The cavaliers began to stir again.
Ricky looked in the direction of the camp and clicked his tongue.
"But now, the suzerains of Western Desert, the only ones who have the garrison army in the camp and have the strength to deal with them, are on the verge of internal strife and mutiny because of an assassination attempt by a feuding noble.
"As for the highest level of alert, Level Seven …"
Ricky listened to the indistinct sound of the horn beside his ears and chuckled.
"The gray mixed breeds and Barren breeds led by Shattered Stone Tribe and Sheraron Tribe have sneaked back from outside the camp. They are preparing to use this opportunity to launch a surprise attack and invade Blade Fangs Camp while it is busy with its own affairs. They will plunder to their heart's content and wash away the humiliation they suffered during the Desert War eleven years ago."
'Shattered Stone Tribe?'
Thales was shocked!
The army on the sand dunes around them finally burst into an uproar!
The middle-aged knight, Frank, was first stunned before he roared in anger.
"F * ck you —"
But Roman suddenly raised his hand!
Frankie's curse was stuck in his mouth.
In the next moment, the army became quiet again. No one dared to whisper anymore.
Roman raised his head and glanced at the camp where black smoke billowed out.
"Indeed, they are selling swords," Roman said coldly.
"You have exceeded my expectations."
Ricky nodded. He looked rather sentimental.
"Tonight is not an ordinary night. There are some small surprises."
Both of them were silent for a few seconds.
In the next moment, Roman suddenly spoke.
"So …
"What do you want?"
When he said this, the Royal Guards, Frank, and Felicia looked at the Legendary Wing in surprise.
Ricky smiled.
"You do have sharp reflexes, Your Grace."
He stood up and gestured to his subordinates before he bowed respectfully.
"We, the friendly and kind Blood Whistle, are your mercenary companions, baron …"
Ricky hooked his finger. Klein immediately patted an unconscious captive awake and brought him forward.
"We will offer you the highest person in charge of Shadow Shield in Northland, Stake." Ricky looked at the frightened expression on Stake's face when he woke up in front of the cavaliers. He smiled faintly.
"His appearance will make the assassins who have been causing trouble in the dark give up on their target and flee in all directions."
The Legendary Wing frowned and did not speak.
"We will also return the only heir of Constellation, Prince Thales Jadestar." Ricky extended his arm to the nearby Thales, who could not help but grit his teeth.
"His status is enough to suppress those wild and unruly suzerains of Western Desert in your camp."
Ricky observed the other man's expression and seized the opportunity to smile humbly.
"Of course, we will also offer you an opportunity." Ricky pointed at the camp in the distance, where black smoke billowed out.
"You do not have to waste those opportunities on us bumpkins who have hostages in our hands. You can use them to quell the chaos and turn the tide."
This time, even Zakriel began to frown. He reevaluated the man who had been a crazy, ruthless, and belligerent demon just a moment ago, but had now become the level-headed and wise Crassus.
The Legendary Wing still did not speak.
"We, Blood Whistle, will use all of the above to buy from you, Your Grace …"
Ricky nodded respectfully.
"Our lives, safety, and freedom."
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