Game time PM18:13
Chavin Empire, Kangda Territory Border, Hidden Wind Valley
"Why...why is this happening..."
Imperial Duke Jude Fossey sat on the ground in despair, his luxurious robes stained with mud, and his always radiant face was haggard.
The sound of swords clashing in the distance was endless, and occasionally there were flashes of magic bursting into the air. Although the expressions of the well-trained guards around them remained resolute, their hearts were not peaceful because the attack came too suddenly. .
Yes, it was too sudden.
In fact, just when Duke Jude Fossey and Prince Kunda's son, Duke Wetmu Bohe, had just met and had not even spoken half a sentence, something happened.
The first ones to arrive were the Earthquake Spell and the Dust Spell. These two rounds of earth spells, which were not very high at the end, instantly reduced the visibility of the negotiation site to the lowest level, followed by dozens of people wearing black armor, hiding their appearance. The attackers behind the leather masks came from all directions. The weakest among them were high-level professionals. There were even two magister-level earth element users mixed in. In addition, they used mental calculations and unintentional calculations to attack. Caught everyone off guard, in less than five minutes they had an absolute advantage.
The two royal guards who were unable to react quickly killed a certain berserker on the spot. Although the others immediately organized a defense centered on Duke Fossey, they were also defeated by the attackers' subsequent attacks. , at the cost of seven or eight corpses, they managed to break through the encirclement, and fled all the way from the negotiation venue to the nearby Hidden Wind Valley. In the end, they had no choice but to retreat and had to rely on the terrain to hold on.
One guard lasts for two hours...
During this process, most of the more than thirty guards who were originally responsible for protecting Duke Fossey were destroyed. Except for the Marquis himself, all the survivors were also injured. However, the attackers who forced everyone into the valley barely lost half of them. , there were not even a few minor injuries.
[If these guys were serious, we would all be dead long ago...]
Many people, including the Duke himself, had such thoughts in mind.
"Charles..."
Duke Fosset stood up with a pale face and asked softly to the middle-aged man standing behind him: "Tell me, how did the news leak?"
Charles is a close confidant of Duke Fosset and the strongest one among everyone present. He is not affiliated with the Royal Guard, but is involved as an entourage of Jude Duke Fosset himself. To put it simply, He's just a trustworthy bodyguard, the kind that basically every big shot has around him.
The fact that Duke Fosset was able to escape unscathed was 99% due to this quasi-swordsman.
However, Charles's current expression is not pretty. To be precise, it is simply gloomy and scary...
"With all due respect, Your Excellency."
He stared solemnly at the mouth of the gorge in the distance, gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice: "The confidentiality measures for this meeting are very complete. Except for you, neither I nor the guards sent by His Majesty know the purpose of this trip, so My subordinates believe that the possibility of 'information leaking' is very small."
"Is that so..."
Duke Fossey, who had regained his composure, narrowed his eyes slightly. He gestured with his cane, and while releasing two streams of healing for a soldier not far away, he said slowly: "So your Does this mean that this is all Duke Witham’s conspiracy?”
Charles didn't answer, but he had made his point well with his silence.
"But that doesn't make sense, Charles."
Duke Fossey shook his head slightly after thinking for a moment, frowned and said: "Although your suspicion is not unreasonable, from Withem's point of view, killing us here has no benefit. First of all, that The young man with a good reputation is not an impulsive person. There is no need for him to plan such an ambush without any testing. Secondly, even if he is really blinded by hatred and anger, the primary target is It must be His Majesty William, not me, otherwise it would be completely putting the cart before the horse."
"but......"
Charles wanted to say something else, but was interrupted by Fossey raising his hand.
"Hear me out, Charles."
The quick-thinking Duke has gradually regained his composure, and he spoke quickly: "Although our confidentiality measures are good, they are still far from perfect. If someone is interested in them, even if they use the most stupid The stupid way is to monitor me around the clock, so that we can know the time we leave the city, and then there will naturally be plenty of opportunities to find this place. This is also applicable to Withem, or to change the idea, if we If any of these people have insider information about the attacker, or the other party has some special tracking skills, they may be able to chase them here, as long as they meet one prerequisite..."
"premise?"
"Yes, premise."
Duke Fossey took a deep breath and said slowly: "That is to know that this meeting is happening. As long as this condition is met, it is not difficult to do some small actions."
Charles nodded, and while distractedly paying attention to the battle situation in the distance, he asked softly: "So what you suspect is..."
"Nothing, Charles."
Fossey shook his head and said in a deep voice: "At least as far as I know, this incident will not do any good to anyone who knew about Troon, but...although it is just a guess, I think this accident The target is not me, the reason is very simple, no matter who is behind this matter, Jude Fossey's life or death will not have any impact on the current situation."
"Then what do you mean, Your Excellency..."
"Nothing, just go and help the guards."
Duke Fosset unilaterally ended the topic, and it was not until Charles left for a long time that he whispered softly: "Probably... not."
...
three hours ago
Game time PM15:11
"not good!"
The ground roared and smoke and dust stirred up. Butler Liszt, who was standing next to Withem Bohe, came to his senses immediately and pushed the young master to the side. Then he was shot from nowhere. The powerful crossbow pierced his arm, and the old man, who was already injured, fell heavily to the ground, shouting at the top of his lungs at the surprised Witham: "There is an ambush, young master, run!"
A dull roar sounded from close by, covering up the roar of Butler Lister, but Withem still noticed the other party's intention for the first time. However, he did not follow what the old man thought, but quickly pulled out the sword from his waist. He leaned over and cut off the arrowhead, lifted up the housekeeper who was nailed to the ground, and shouted: "Let's go together!"
"Leave me alone, young master, teleport quickly!"
The seventy-year-old old butler, with his beard and hair growing, raised his head to the sky angrily and shouted: "The royal family is ambushing and intending to eliminate the root cause. Everyone immediately retreats according to plan No. 3 and fully covers the young master's return to the Royal Thorn Castle!"
As soon as he finished speaking, several groups of figures were seen shooting out of the smoke and scattering towards the Royal Thorn Castle in the southeast without looking back. What is surprising is that there is one person in each group of these people. William Bohe, they either acted alone or were escorted. In short, they all wore the same face as Lord Kunda, scattered out without looking back, and ran away desperately.
Obviously, this is a plan prepared by Kang Da. If something unexpected happens, with just one order, one-fifth of the guards will turn into William Bohe and evacuate as quickly as possible. Live, very useful in confusing audio and video.
This is not surprising. After all, for the royal family who are not afraid of shadows, it is completely unnecessary for the other party to set up an ambush, so they did not make many targeted preparations, but for Kangda's leader It's another story for people. They don't know whether the prince was actually harmed by the royal family, but if it is true, then the other party definitely has reason to suddenly kill him during the negotiation process and try to eradicate the root cause!
Although it is an equal meeting between dukes, even if Duke Jude Fossey dies, it will not cause much damage to Troon. But if Duke Withem Bohe dies, then the Kunda Territory will also suffer It exists in name only.
But Withem and others had no choice. After all, with his status and status, it was impossible for William Boho, the chauvinistic emperor, to come to 'negotiate' in person. Appointing a powerful royal confidant like Duke Fossey had already It's quite a respect.
It is precisely because of this that Withem has to be on guard. Even if he doesn't want to believe it, the top management of Kangda, led by Butler Liszt and others, cannot tolerate any carelessness. Again, if Fosai dies, he will die. , but as the last single seedling of Kunda Territory, Withem must not have any shortcomings!
So, they formulated a series of safety measures, but unexpectedly they actually used them...
The moment they arrived at the agreed place, the other party took action.
The picture is not exhausted, the dagger has been seen...
[I’m really anxious, my dear uncle! 】
The young lord of Kunda almost broke his teeth. He lifted up the skinny body of Butler Lister and ran eastward with all his strength amidst shouts of death from all directions. Because he had several precious props on him, Withem I am not worried that the other party can keep me. You must know that he has the strength of a great swordsman. Coupled with those rare props that are priceless and unmarketable, even a Sword Saint and Sage-level figure will have difficulty killing him in an instant unless he has been killed. Therefore, Farah Ossis was resurrected from the dead, otherwise even Marshal Galahad would have difficulty capturing Withem in a short time.
To put it more clearly, it means having a lot of money, or money ability for short.
In fact, Withem also has two props that can carry out space transfer. One is an earring that allows the user to teleport two kilometers at a time, and the other is an extremely expensive directional space teleportation scroll. The former will most likely allow him to escape. In dangerous situations, the latter can even bring him back to the safety of Emperor Thorn Castle immediately.
However, Witham did not use any of these methods, because neither the earrings nor the scroll could only allow him to leave alone, and he could not take the injured Butler Liszt with him.
It was impossible for Witham, an upright man, to do this. He would leave the old man who had served his father and himself here for decades to escape alone. There was no way he could do such a thing.
So he decided to be like those 'pretenders' and take the old housekeeper to escape in a conventional way, never teleporting until it was absolutely necessary.
"Leave me alone, young master."
The old housekeeper murmured with a pale face, trying hard to break away from Withem's hand holding him while urging: "Teleport quickly, teleport away quickly!"
"Stop talking, Grandpa Liszt."
Withem was walking swiftly in the snow. His figure was extremely nimble, and he was as elegant as a butterfly darting through flowers as he dodged one after another area magic that came from nowhere. He smiled and said, "We will be fine." Yes, you have already gone through hell for my father, you can no longer risk your life here because of me."
The shouts and explosions were endless, and the pursuers behind seemed to have no intention of giving up, but maybe it was because of their limited strength, maybe because they were not familiar with the terrain, or more likely because of the guards' desperate efforts to block the enemy. He chased after him immediately, and as Withem's pace continued to speed up, he gradually left the 'unknown' enemies behind.
...
thirty minutes later
Game time PM15:46
Withem finally escaped from the 'ambush circle' and breathed a long sigh of relief. He used the long sword in his hand to clear out a small warm and dry area in the snow. He gently placed Butler Lister on the ground and then did not move. He sat down imagelessly, threw a ruby on the ground, and a ball of elemental fire that was not very bright but extremely warm rose up.
"Everyone, come here and take a rest."
He waved to the few remaining guards behind him and smiled without any pretense: "We should be safe."
Unafraid in the face of danger and calm in dealing with things, Wetmu Bohe is undoubtedly a very charismatic person. Although he is a bit too young for one of the lords, under the premise that his father is a 'waste prince', he has grown up early. He has been involved in all matters in the territory since he started, and his qualifications are not shallow at all. He has been loved and used by most of his subordinates and people in the territory from a long time ago.
"Okay, young lord."
The four rather tired guards immediately walked quickly to Withem and squatted quietly in the snow to study. In this coldest month of the year, maintaining body temperature is very important, even for professionals. No exception.
It needs to be mentioned here that the reason why there were only four guards traveling with him was not because everyone else in Kangda's leadership was dead, but because everyone was spread out as much as possible in order to cooperate with the previous cover plan. The specific number of casualties is not actually known. many.
two minutes later
"Young Lord, you can just accompany us here. Please leave as soon as possible. We can go back by ourselves."
Butler Liszt, who had regained some energy, struggled to sit up, coughed twice with a pale face, and said sincerely to Witham: "No matter what, nothing will happen to you."
Withem shook his head and whispered: "Wait a little longer, if we can confirm that we are safe..."
"Young Lord..."
The old housekeeper interrupted Witham's words in a low voice, waved to the latter gently, and whispered: "Don't you think...it's a little weird?"
"Um?"
Witham leaned forward and asked in the same low voice: "What are you referring to?"
"Don't you think it was too easy for us to escape? If all this was premeditated."
Butler Liszt looked around cautiously and said in an imperceptible voice: "And..."
"And what?"
Witham moved closer.
puff!
The next second, a pitch-black dagger quickly swiped across his neck, bringing out a pool of bright red blood.
"It's nothing, young master...please go in peace."
Chapter 502: End
