A group of people hurriedly withdrew from the battlefield, and after arriving in a forest, the sounds of pursuit behind them disappeared.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and Zu An asked Sang Hong with some doubts: "Can't the embroidered messenger act on behalf of the emperor? Just ask for the imperial edict, and all the monsters and monsters have been suppressed. There is no need to be so hasty. Escape?"
The last time in Mingyue City, the scene where the other party requested the imperial edict was still fresh in my memory. The three thousand elite red-robed troops were only slightly stronger than these rebels in terms of combat effectiveness.
Sang Hong replied: "After all, there are only a few people who have seen the Embroidered Clothes Envoy take action before, let alone consecutive actions? In my opinion, they can't just ask for the imperial edict if they want. They will definitely have to pay a high price."
"In addition, the embroidered messengers are there to share the emperor's worries. If they have to ask the emperor to take action when something happens, wouldn't it appear that they are in a disadvantageous position? So unless they have to, they will probably not ask for the imperial edict."
After hearing his analysis, Zu An roughly understood what was going on. The imperial edict was equivalent to a nuclear weapon. It was mainly for deterrence and could not be used in conventional combat.
Huang Huihong snorted: "Master Sang, please don't make random guesses..."
At this moment, several long swords suddenly stretched out from the ground, piercing the horse's belly directly, and then stabbed the embroidered messenger on the horse.
These people chose their timing very well. It happened to be that the embroidered cloth messenger had just relaxed his vigilance and at the same time his attention was attracted by Sang Hong's words.
So the sudden killer caught them off guard. Although the embroidered cloth messengers were well-trained and hurriedly jumped from their horses to escape, two embroidered clothed messengers were still a step too slow, and they were stuck with the horses by sharp swords. .
Zu An took a breath and subconsciously covered his butt. It hurt so much.
However, those messengers in embroidered clothes who jumped into the air to avoid it also felt uncomfortable, because several black lights suddenly shot through the air.
Zu An narrowed his eyes. He was very familiar with this black light. The last time he was almost shot to death with an arrow in Ji Beicheng, it was this kind of black light.
Could it be that those who want to kill me are rebels?
The messengers in embroidered clothes in mid-air waved their soul-catching chains one after another in an attempt to shoot down the incoming arrows. Unfortunately, the night elves would not take action, and they would definitely see blood if they did.
Their bows and arrows had been prepared for a long time, and they were launched while everyone was in the air to escape the assassination underground.
This happens to be the time when many embroidered garment messengers have lost their old strength and have yet to develop new strength, so they can't avoid it.
There were bursts of screams, and immediately two more embroidered messengers had blood blooming on their chests, and they were shot to death on the spot by sneak attack bows and arrows.
Although the other few people escaped in embarrassment, they were all injured.
Huang Huihong hurriedly summoned his companions to his side and leaned against the prison car with a very ugly look on his face.
You must know that there are only ten Embroidered Clothes Envoys who came out this time. Two of their companions died in unknown ways in the small town inn before. A total of four people died in the sudden assassination. Now the remaining Embroidered Clothes Envoys include him. Together, there are only four.
At this time, the enemy also slowly appeared. Several night elves flew out of the ground, and a few more jumped down from the trees in the distance, approaching the prison car in unison.
Zu An roughly counted and found that there were eight night elves in total, five men and three women. They were all dressed in black, and even their faces were covered with black veils. Their eyes were a little different from humans, with red pupils.
Sang Hong on the side sighed: "The night elves are indeed as good at assassination as in the legend. The killing just now wiped out nearly half of the embroidered messengers in an instant. I'm afraid it will be a bit difficult for us today."
Although Huang Huihong's face was gloomy, he did not show any fear. Instead, he stared coldly at the people approaching him: "Who are you under the command of? Do you know that the criminals who rob the imperial family will be punished by the Nine Clan?"
"Nine tribes?" One of the night elves snorted coldly, "Our homeland has been destroyed by you humans, so there are no nine tribes left."
Seeing the hatred in the opponent's eyes, Huang Huihong knew that it would be difficult to be kind today. He roughly weighed the combat effectiveness of both sides and found that the opponent had the upper hand in terms of numbers and average cultivation.
He said in a deep voice: "You should know that we can act on behalf of the emperor. Once the imperial edict is issued, you will also be wiped out."
He really didn't want to ask for an imperial edict unless it was absolutely necessary. The reason was similar to what Sang Hong had analyzed before.
"Imperial decree?" The night elves laughed contemptuously, as if they didn't take it seriously at all.
Huang Huihong's heart skipped a beat, and she felt that something was not quite right today, so she no longer hesitated and knelt directly to the east, holding her hands respectfully in front of her: "I will encounter enemies on my way forward, please ask your Majesty to..."
Zu An on the side was a little excited. Finally, he could see the scene of imperial suppression again. He couldn't be beaten every time, and he wanted to see such a powerful weapon bullying others.
Who knew that at this moment, an old voice suddenly came from the side: "Get up!"
Hearing this voice, Huang Huihong, who was kneeling on the ground to pray for the saint, stood up involuntarily, and then the ceremony of praying for the saint was naturally interrupted.
Several embroidered messengers on the side stared at him in confusion, not understanding why he suddenly stood up.
Yellow, gray and red were also confused and subconsciously looked back in another direction.
At this time, an old man walked slowly from the depths of the woods, holding a dragon-headed crutch in his hand, his body trembling as if he was about to fall down at any time.
It's just that since the death of Old Man Mi and Wei Wei, Zu An no longer dares to underestimate these old men who look like they will fall down if the wind blows. Each of them is more sinister than anyone else, and they are probably pretending to be harmless in appearance to numb them. The psychology of the enemy.
At the same time, he glanced at his head a little strangely. On both sides of his head, above his ears, there was a pair of horns. Different from the horns of ordinary herbivores, his horns were not big and looked more like A pair of decorations, but they have an inexplicable power.
At this time, Huang Huihong's face changed drastically, he knelt down on the ground again, and began the ceremony of consecration, but this time his movements and speaking speed were much faster than before.
If there was a bit of showoff just now, now there is an imminent panic.
At this time, the old man pointed the dragon-headed stick at Huang Huihong: "Silence!"
The yellow, gray and red voice disappeared immediately, and he could only be seen opening his mouth continuously, but no sound came out.
"I'll go, what's going on?" Zu An was shocked.
Sang Hong on the side explained: "This old man should be a high-level dragon."
"Dragon clan?" Zu An glanced at the old man's thin body. He didn't look like it. Do you think I have never seen a dragon?
The red dragon in Longyin Mountain was still fresh in his memory.
As if seeing his doubts, Sang Hong replied: "General dragons need to practice to a very high level before they can transform, and there are considerable risks, but high-level dragons don't have to, they can almost transform into a dragon after birth. Human form.”
Zu An suddenly understood, and finally understood why the pair of horns on the old man's head looked so familiar.
At this time, Zheng Dan on the side also asked curiously: "Why did Commander Huang suddenly lose his voice?"
Sang Hong looked at the old dragon man in the distance: "This is another innate ability of the advanced dragons, the dragon language spirit."
"Dragon Language Spirit?" Zu An suddenly remembered that Shang Liuyu had mentioned to him before in school that the Dragon Clan had a secret technique of Spirit Language that was envied by other races.
Just saying a few simple words can turn it into reality. In a sense, it can be said that words are followed.
Zu An was filled with envy. Shouldn't it be the exclusive domain of keyboard warriors to follow his words? When will I have this ability?
"I didn't expect the Dragon Clan to be involved. You're really proud of yourself." Sang Hong glanced at Zu An with a complicated expression.
Zu An also felt a little embarrassed. Didn't he say that a good emperor is the strongest person in the world? Why is it that his men are now being beaten by other forces and are unable to find their way?
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Yesterday I had something to do and I didn’t take a nap. At night, my mental state was so bad that I wanted to lie down on the table to rest for a while but couldn’t fall asleep. I wanted to write but couldn’t. I sat for a long time before I could write a few hundred words. I couldn’t bear it anymore so I went to bed. Sorry, I will make up for it in three updates today.
