The mountain road ahead passed through a small open area between two mountain passes, with cliffs and rocks on both sides. Thirty people were lying in ambush in the dense forest!
Twenty-four people were holding crossbows in their hands, the strings had not been pulled, but the arrows were already nocked. The black arrow shafts and tail feathers were inconspicuous in the shadows of the trees, and the arrowheads had a faint blue luster, as if they had been fed with a huge poison. This was a strong crossbow that was forbidden by the common people. The sound made by the bowstring was very quiet, and the size of the arrow was not large, but it could shoot very far and accurately!
The black crossbows were inscribed with magic patterns, and the powerful crossbow strings could only be pulled by warriors with powerful bloodlines. Twenty-four crossbowmen were lying in ambush on both sides of the mountain road, twelve people on each side.
Looking from the side of the dense forest where Medanzo and Amon were, there was a person lying in ambush on the high ground opposite the road, holding a staff in his hand to survey the whole situation. The faint aura he exuded was that of a supreme mage!
Among the crossbowmen, there was also a warrior with a sword lurking silently there, the invisible power they possessed was actually that of a supreme warrior. There were also three priests among the assassins, two on this side of the road and one on the opposite side.
Medanzo took a deep breath and said: "All magic crossbows, two complete squads in ambush, a supreme mage in command, and two supreme warriors on the outside! What kind of formation is this? Even if I found them, it would be impossible to quietly subdue all these assassins. "
Amon nodded. "The location of their ambush is very good. On both sides of the road, they can monitor the situation on the opposite side. There is a supreme mage in the middle on guard, two supreme warriors to protect and coordinate with each other, and three priests to form a detection array. Even if I were to take action, it would be impossible to get rid of them all at once without making a sound. Someone must have noticed the movement and sounded the alarm. "
Medanzo frowned. "These people are here to assassinate Aristotle? Isn't that a bit too exaggerated? "
Amon also frowned. "There is no need for such a big formation to assassinate a person. Taking advantage of the chaos to escape, the more assassins there are, the better. Look at this formation, what are they trying to do? "
Medanzo said in a low voice, "Silencing them must be for the sake of silencing them! They didn't just want to kill Mr. Aristotle. Not a single one of them will be left alive. This diplomatic mission will completely disappear from the world. "
Amon nodded and said, "I've heard that Mr. Aristotle brought his guards with him. Two little ones, too.
There were twenty-four knights in the squad, and the captain should be a supreme warrior. If the purpose of the assassins was not just to assassinate a special envoy, but to make the envoy disappear and never return to the Kingdom of Macedonia, then this lineup is understandable. "
Medanzo asked again, "It would take at least the power of a state to send such an assassination team. Who could it be?"
Amon reminded, "Look at the attire of those warriors."
Medanzo was slightly startled. "It's the Kybadans' attire! But I don't think these people are Kybadans. The skin on the face of a real Kybadan warrior can't be so thin, and it's impossible to wear several rings on their fingers. It's clear that they are deliberately pretending to be Kybadans. "
Amon said, "Well, you have a good eye. Then who do you think they are, the Bozians? "
Medanzo was puzzled. "They clearly want to kill them, and at the same time, they are also prepared for the worst case scenario. If someone in the diplomatic mission can escape and run back to report, then they will blame it on the Kybadans.
But the Bozians don't have to do this. It doesn't make sense to kill an envoy. If the Yalon city and Macedonia are truly allied, the death of the envoy will only arouse their hatred towards the Bozians. "
Amon asked meaningfully, "Then who do you think is most likely to do this? The intelligence is so accurate, and the ambush is so coincidental? Think about the most impossible things! "
Medanzo gasped again. "Could it be the Yalon people?"
Amon sighed regretfully. "They signed the covenant, and then regretted it. But it's not good to openly tear up the covenant and incur the revenge of Macedonia. What should we do? It seems that the only feasible way is to make sure that this covenant will never reach Macedonia and that the diplomatic mission will disappear from this world without letting anyone know who did it. "
Medanzo said, "Will the Yalon people be so insidious?"
Amon said, "Whether this is the case or not, everything will be clear after we capture these assassins and interrogate them."
Medanzo quietly pulled out the Key of Fate. "Do we do it now?"
Amon shook his head and said, "Don't worry. You are also a general on the battlefield. Let me ask you, under what circumstances can we subdue all of them silently? It's not easy to make a move with this kind of mutual vigilance formation. Although they can't be our opponents, if we choose the wrong time, they will make a mess of this place. They haven't assassinated them yet, so if we make a move now, it will be equivalent to us launching a sneak attack. "
Medanzo thought for a moment and said, "No matter what the situation is, we have to choose the best time for ourselves. Then the best chance is when Aristotle's convoy enters the ambush and they just happen to make a move. We can make a move at the same time. "
Amon nodded and said, "It's settled then. I'll be responsible for the fifteen people, including the supreme mage, and the fifteen people here will be left to you. Once you make a move, don't give them a chance to fight back. Otherwise, the crossbows in the hands of the warriors will be very troublesome, and shooting indiscriminately may cause accidental injuries. As for Mr. Aristotle's safety, I'll be responsible for it. "
Aristotle's convoy entered the mountains. There were three carriages in total, and all the important supplies carried by the envoy were placed in the carriages, accompanied by the envoy's servants. There were two squads of twenty-four knights escorting the convoy. The guard captain, Eisen, was a supreme warrior. He should have been sitting in the first carriage, but after entering the mountains, he rode next to the second carriage. Aristotle was sitting in this carriage.
After passing through a pass, there were two towering mountains in front of them, and there was another pass. This was a small open area with deep mountains and lush forests on both sides. Eisen suddenly heard Aristotle's voice. "The terrain here is dangerous, and it's a good place for an ambush. The cavalry can't see what's going on in the dense forest, and they can't rush in on their horses, but the assassins can ambush in the forest and shoot arrows. Tell everyone to be on guard and pick up their shields. "
At Eisen's order, the accompanying knights put on their helmets and picked up their shields. The cavalry was equipped with shields to block stray arrows and protect their vital parts during the charge, but they did not hold the heavy shields in their hands when marching, but hung them on the hips of their horses, and only took them off when fighting. The same was true for the heavy helmets, which were uncomfortable to wear all the time, and were usually hung on the shoulders of the horses during the march.
The guards were on guard, and Eisen asked with some confusion, "My Lord, do you think someone will dare to assassinate us? We have already made an alliance with the Yaron people, and it doesn't make much sense to make trouble now, does it? "
Aristotle replied unhurriedly, "It's never wrong to be cautious. Although I called on the Yaron Assembly to pass a resolution to form an alliance, it was also because many people couldn't answer my questions in public about their collusion with the Boz people, so I had to make such a decision. But I can see that those who are really in power in the city of Yaron are not willing to give in to Macedonia. As soon as I leave, some people will go back on their word. And I have also heard that the emissaries of the Boz people will arrive in Yaron after I leave, which may put new pressure on the Yaron people to change their minds. "
Eisen was taken aback and said, "Does Yaron want to tear up the alliance? That's too fast!"
Aristotle sighed, "They don't need to tear up the alliance. They just need to pretend that this alliance has never been signed, and let the whereabouts of our diplomatic mission be unknown.
This is only the worst speculation, and the possibility of it happening is very small, but we can't take it lightly either. "
Before his voice trailed off, birds in the forest on the left side were startled, and suddenly a murderous intent filled the air. Twelve black crossbow bolts were shot out with a sharp whistling sound. Fortunately, the knights were on guard with their shields in hand. The momentum of the crossbow bolts was amazing, and even cracks appeared on the shields, and some of the knights fell off their horses. Some of the knights tried to dodge, but the horses were hit by the bolts and fell down. The guards were in a mess in an instant.
The attack did not only happen on the left side of the procession, but the chaos was only a cover. Twelve arrows were shot out from the forest on the right side at the same time, silent and as if wrapped in translucent light, they arrived in the blink of an eye. It was clear that there was a supreme mage casting magic to coordinate with them. The twelve arrows were shot at the carriage in the middle of the procession. Eisen beside the carriage and Aristotle in the carriage were the targets of the attacks.
The supreme warrior Eisen was also caught off guard. With a loud shout, he drew his sword and swung it out. He could only block four arrows that were attacking him, and one arrow was shot at his horse. The other seven arrows that were shot at the carriage were too late to block.
At this moment, there was a sudden buzzing sound, and a light blue shield appeared out of thin air. It protected the carriage and Eisen outside.
The crossbow bolts shot into the blue light, making a crisp sound as if they were breaking through a layer of ice. The magic shield was broken, but the arrows had slowed down. Eisen's sword glowed with a gust of wind, and all twelve arrows were shot down.
He was already in a cold sweat, and he whispered: "Thank you for your help, my Lord! Your magic is so brilliant!" Then he shouted to the guards: "Dismount and get into formation, raise your shields and shrink the formation, it's more important to protect the Lord!"
In this dense mountain forest, there was no advantage in riding a horse. The guards dismounted one after another and raised their shields around Aristotle's carriage, holding their weapons as if they were facing a great enemy. Judging from the round of crossbow bolts just now, the assassin they met was not an ordinary assassin. Next, there would definitely be a thunderous attack. No one knew how many enemies were lurking around.
However, something strange happened again. The assassins only shot the first round of crossbow bolts, and then there was silence, missing the best opportunity to attack. They waited for Aristotle's guards to dismount and set up a defensive formation, and did not attack again.
Crossbow bolts like that could be fired quickly and continuously. When the knights were in a chaotic formation, the continuous arrows were more threatening and could definitely cause a lot of casualties. Not to mention that there was a supreme mage to cover and cooperate with them, so why was there no movement?
Eisen held his sword nervously and said to himself: "What's going on?"
A man flew out of the dense forest, and the guards were about to launch a counterattack, but then they saw the man fall to the ground with his claws and fangs, and then he stopped moving. It seemed that he had been knocked unconscious and thrown out. Then, people were also thrown out of the dense forest on the other side, one after another, neatly arranged on the road. When the last person was thrown out, he was still holding his staff in his hand.
Eisen cried out: "That's the High Priest of Yaron, Merlin! Lord Aristotle, you guessed it right, the Yaron people really want to assassinate us!
But, who? Which expert helped us? "
Aristotle had already lifted the curtain and stepped out of the carriage. He bowed to the front and said: "May I know which god blessed me, an unfortunate mortal?"
At this time, someone smiled and said: "My two old friends were passing by and happened to see an assassin lurking on the side of the road, so we helped you take him down. You didn't lose anyone, it's a blessing in disguise. "
With the sound of snorting, Amon came out of the dense forest on the right side, and Medanzo also came out from the left side, following behind him. Eisen was stunned, he did not know these two. Aristotle also looked surprised, but after a moment, he returned to normal. He separated the guards and went forward to salute: "So it's you!"
When Amon was only fourteen years old, Aristotle had seen him in the town of Duc. Later, when Amon became General Eygut and was stationed in the Khenmet defensive line, Aristotle was also in the army. Now the sage had gray hair on his temples, while Amon was still in his early twenties. Medanzo's appearance had not changed much compared to the past, so Aristotle could recognize him at a glance.
Aristotle knew very well that the person standing in front of him was a god, and it was the god that the people of Eygut believed in. But at this time and place, he did not know how to address him.
Amon rushed forward and held Aristotle's arm, saying: "Sir, you don't have to salute me. It has always been my wish to have the opportunity to repay you. You are also one of the most respected elders in my life!" At the same time, he said in his soul, "You don't have to think of me as a god. I am the retired General Eygut, a child who grew up in the town of Duc. My name is still Amon."
There was no need for Amon to remind him anything, Aristotle already understood what he meant. At this time, Eisen came over and said: "Lord Aristotle, do you know these two heroes?"
Aristotle turned around and explained: "His name is Amon, a friend I made when I was traveling in the continent. I also watched him grow up.
As for this hero, his name is Medanzo, and he used to be a good general. They came to the Yalun Peninsula to travel, and they wanted to visit me, but they happened to encounter this. "
Amon? This young man seemed to have the same name as the god of Eygut! But the name of Medanzo, the supreme warrior of Macedonia, Eisen had never heard of it.
Eisen also came forward and bowed to express his gratitude. At the same time, he was shocked. Every great achiever in the world was arrogant, because they had magic that ordinary people could not imagine. But in front of Amon and Medanzo, Eisen could not be proud. The two of them actually killed so many powerful assassins in such a short time. Their means were too amazing!
Before Amon and Aristotle gave any orders, Eisen stood aside obediently, and the other guards naturally did not dare to make any noise.
Amon, however, asked Aristotle in a sincere tone: "We have known each other for a long time. When I was fourteen, you saved me. At that time, I was still a child who knew nothing. After I achieved great success, I also met you. But until you used magic, I never knew that your magic was so brilliant. Just now, you did not even use your staff. How did you do it? "
Aristotle stretched out a hand and spread his fingers. In his palm was a blue Aquaticore. He smiled at Amon and said: "Although I did not use my staff, I held this parangon in my hand and used it as a medium to cast water magic.
Do you remember? He is the gift you gave me in Cape States. "
Before the assassins made their move, Amon did not make a move to alarm them. When the arrows were shot, Amon used a very clever air element disturbance spell to slow down the speed and power of the arrows in the air. Otherwise, those magic arrows would have caused casualties.
When Aristotle's carriage was under heavy attack, Amon was ready to stop the arrows, but Aristotle, who was sitting in the carriage, had already used a blue magic shield to help the supreme warrior Eisen block the arrows. This was beyond Amon's expectation. It was not until this moment that he realized that Aristotle was also a brilliant magic master. Judging from the way he held the parangon in his hand and instantaneously cast magic, he must have achieved at least the eighth level.
Amon looked at the blue Aquaticore and said: "If someone told me that you are also a supreme mage and I have never met you, I would not be surprised at all. But we have known you for many years, and we have never noticed that you are capable of magic. Your achievements have even escaped my eyes. This is a situation I have never encountered before. I would like to ask for your advice. "
Amon, as the Lord of Heaven and one of the most accomplished gods on the continent, actually wanted to ask a mortal for advice. This was not modesty, but a genuine request. He had encountered a situation he had never encountered before. No supreme mage in the world could escape Amon's eyes. Even if he could not tell how powerful the person was, he could at least detect traces of the person's aura.
But he had never noticed that Aristotle was capable of magic, not to mention that he was such a brilliant supreme mage. The assassin in front of him had become a trivial matter. This unexpected discovery was something Amon had to figure out.
Aristotle frowned slightly, but he still replied with a smile, "You have never noticed that I am a great achiever. There may be two reasons. First, it's because you respect me and won't use your detection magic to spy on me. Second, it's because I've forgotten. "
Medanzo interrupted curiously: "What, you have forgotten? What do you mean? "
Aristotle explained: "Although I have that magical power, it is not what I seek. I only regard myself as a person who spreads ideas and never use magic to prove anything. I will not use it when it is not necessary, and I do not regard myself as a mage at all.
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