The girl with long green hair held one hand on the hilt of the sword around her waist and gently owed Edishir behind Yiwen Ian: "It's the official, Your Highness."
"Cecsinna..."
Yiwen Ian chewed this name gently, and he had a little impression of it. The captain of the last brigade, the peak-level wind knight, and his father, Sidt Kevin, was killed by the black knight Geor, the early stage of the truth, on the day when Xinlongge City fell. He should have hated him so much.
Sure enough, after responding to Edishil, Cecivenna turned to Edishil, with hatred gazes in her blue-gold pupils: "I will be with Your Highness Edishil... and with black hair and black pupils, you are the heir of the Duke of Nanling, Edishil, right? You are surrounded by us. I promise you that you will hand over Your Highness Edishil and I can let you go as the situation."
Depend on the situation...
Yiwen Ian couldn't help but sneer in his heart, but there was nothing unusual on his face.
Turning around gently, Yiwen Ian looked behind him.
"..." Adesh and Ivan Ian looked at each other quietly. Cecivenna would come to save her. She knew very well, but she didn't expect Cecivenna would take action so early, because during the Mulin Festival, there was a city ban in White Rose City. Even if she left here, she would not be able to leave the city smoothly before the end of Mulin Festival.
The unexpected choice came too early, and she now had to show off with Yiwen Ian: "I..."
However, as if I had already expected what Edishir wanted to say, Yiwen Ian put his index finger on his lips with a faint smile on his face and made a gesture of silence: "Do you still remember what I said?"
Adeshel was stunned for a moment, then nodded gently: "Sorry... I have to do some things myself..."
"Did you hope so?" Yiwen Ian was not angry or sad, but just asked quietly.
"I... can hear the sound of the world..." Eddie Hil paused, then stared at Evan Ian, a dark-haired boy who was close to her. She had to raise her head to see what he looked like.
"...It's so... Then I'll be the enemy in the future..." As if he was a little emotional, Yiwen Ian sighed softly and made way out, "Go, be careful not to let me catch you, I won't show mercy."
Gently touched the dragon girl's head, Yiwen Ian used a little force on her hand, pushing Adesh, who was a little stiff in her body, forward.
The girl did not look back. Although she was slow and hesitant, she did not look back because she knew that some things had to be done by her in person.
It is not because she is the princess of Nanling, not because she is the only dragon song bloodline, but because she is a member of Nanling, as the girl Adeshill, in her position, she saw, thought, and concluded that she came to, and finally-
Anyway, I want to do it.
"Your Highness Princess! Are you okay?! Did that man do anything to you?!" Seeing Edishil leave the dangerous man, Cecivenna couldn't wait to take the initiative to rush forward a few steps and hug her in her arms.
For her, Adeshill is her existence like her sister and sister. When she thinks that she is so delicate, young, cute and pitiful Princess Adeshill is trapped in the devil's cave of the Duke of Nanling Palace for more than a month. During this period, she didn't know how torture would be caused by the Duke of Silver Rose and his son, Cecivenna was heartbroken and anxious. But until now she really saw Adeshill again, she was overwhelmed by surprise, but she couldn't help but feel a little worried, afraid of hearing the bad news from Adeshill that she didn't want to hear.
"No, don't worry, what the Jazz didn't do to me. As agreed, you can let him go now, right?" Edishil shook his head, but the following words scared Cecivenna and Ivan Ian at the same time.
In this case... Miss, are you on the side of the rebel army or on the side of the empire?
Yiwen Ian couldn't help but complain in his heart.
"...Yes, the lower official understands." Cecivenna's face gradually became cold. She turned her head and looked at Yiwen Ian: "As we promised, you can leave."
She made a gesture and asked the Nanling swordsmen dressed by other artists to get out of the way.
"..." Yiwen Ian looked at her and Edishil, smiled meaningfully, and said nothing, turned around and left.
However, he did not notice that at the moment when he turned around, Edishil turned around and looked at his back.
Shakespeare, why do you create such a bitter couple?
The girls of the Capalette family and the young men of the Montague family are so in love, but they must not be united. So why did fate (you) make them meet at the beginning?
"..." Yiwen Ian walked quickly in the alley, thinking about what Edeshil would do after leaving. Now, if they want to leave, they can only wait ten days before the access control is lifted after passing through the secret secret passage. During this period, members of the resistance army hidden in the city will inevitably be searched by Yiwen Ian.
To be honest, such a choice is not ideal for Wings, but in Yiwen Ian's view, they probably fought against each other because they could not guarantee that there would be such a good opportunity to rescue Edhiel.
Moreover, there is no solution to the problem of searching for the whole city.
“…It seems that compared to the church and the ‘Creen Moon’, your news channels are much lagging behind…”
Looking at the Nanling swordsman dressed in an artist who slowly showed his figure from the front, Yiwen Ian showed a sarcastic smile - yes, it is normal to draw such a conclusion when the difference in combat power is wrongly calculated - Yiwen Ian is "just" a mid-level arcane. As long as he is killed, killing him will become a mystery with those who robbed Adeshill.
Therefore, the selectivity of "depending on the situation" does not exist at the beginning.
"Stop talking nonsense... take your life..." There are more than a dozen assassinators, all of whom are high-level swordsmen, and Yiwen Ian can still feel that in the shadow of Yin not far away, there are also warlocks hiding their figures guiding elements.
To deal with him "small" of an intermediate arcane, he used elite power of this scale. The wings really spared no effort...
pity……
The pale yellow pages burned in his sleeves: "Bigby crushed his palm!"
The earth moaned and trembled, twisted and cracked in an instant, and the walls on both sides of the alley were instantly destroyed by huge magic energy. Stone bricks, walls, grounds, human bodies, weapons, magic, everything retreated under the power of magic energy, dissolved, and shattered.
boom!
With Yiwen Ian as the center, everything swept through exploded.
Bricks, stones, soil blocks, long swords, and human bodies flew out dozens of meters, resulting in hundreds of meters of distances.
With a "boom", the leader of the Nanling swordsman who was leading the way was smashed by Yiwen Ian's crushing palm. He flew out more than 20 meters, smashing through the wall of a house and erecting it on the ground.
"How is it possible...Nine Rings..."
He spat out a mouthful of blood in great shock. Before the swordsman leader finished speaking, he fainted in shock, anger and pain.
The howling wind ripped apart the air and let out a low roar. The invisible giant hand called Bigby's crushing palm lifted up the flying dust, revealing Yiwen Ian, who was safe and sound under the protection of Bigby's King Kong palm.
"Hmm? Is there another person alive?" Under the protection of two top magic spells in the Bigby series, Yiwen Ian slowly walked towards the only waking Miss Storm Warlock in the distance.
"Demon... you demon!" The gray-haired Miss Eternal Seed was obviously frightened. She only remembered that she was singing spells, and then there was a loud noise at the next moment. The wind and clouds changed. She didn't know what evil magic the target had cast. A huge dust shock wave swept across the alley. When she opened her eyes again, she was a little confused and found that the only companion who came together was still standing, and the others all fell to the ground with blood on their heads, not knowing life and death.
Seeing Yiwen Ian walking towards her, she was lucky enough not to be hit by any sputtered stone bricks, she was so scared that she sat on the ground, her eyes were wet and full of fear. She kicked her feet, retreated, and cried to Yiwen Ian in a crying voice: "Stay away from me! You northern bastard!"
"Tsk..." Yiwen Ian was suddenly talking, "Your leader, the one named Cecivenna didn't come with her? She's lucky, tell me where is your hiding place?"
Hearing Yiwen Ian's inquiry, the gray-haired girl who had already trembling legs suddenly calmed down. She looked at Yiwen Ian with hatred, and then pounced hard at the wall.
"...Tsk, I've read too many stories..." Looking at the Warlock Miss who failed to commit suicide and fell to the ground with a mild concussion and fainted, Yiwen Ian's face turned black and speechless. It was not that he had no time to stop it. However, although he could use the scroll and magic weapon to cast advanced spells, his ability to control the spells was at a super high level. The chance of accidentally killing the girl with a crushed palm was much greater than the chance of saving her smoothly.
"Catch them all back, escaped from an Adeshil, and received more than twenty ordinary immortal rebels. Do you think this business is profitable or lost, Aofeta?"
It was as if Yiwen Ian was talking to himself, and in the next moment, dozens of figures appeared behind him.
The white-haired maid was wearing a light gray burqa and stood nearest behind him.
"Master Ian... Miss Adeshill may have her own considerations..." Adeshtal didn't know how to weave the language, "Are you really going to break up with Miss Adeshill...?"
"Aofeta, don't think so much." Yiwen Ian reached out and touched the girl's head gently. "We must respect Adeshel's choice, but what should we do is decided long before she made the choice, right?"
"In any case, whether it is the last brigade led by Adeshil or the last brigade led by Cecivenna, the moment they were exposed, they were doomed to have their destruction..."
Ivan Ian sighed softly, just as he and Edishir said. He would not show mercy, absolutely not, because it was not kindness, it was not kindness, it was just a meaningless emotion that was defiled by sympathy and mercy.
So whether the offerings were the last brigade or the cute Dragon Princess who had been with him for a short period of time, for the peace and future of Nanling, when they stood opposite him, they would inevitably be swept into the trash can of history by him.
Touching his chest, quietly sweep the folder named Adeshel in his memory into the bottom layer of the drawer. Yiwen Ian's expression slightly sad and calmed down faintly.
"Let's go, Aofeta, next, there's a formal showdown."
"Where is the wings, I'm doing it..." The man in gray robe reported the situation to the man in black robe in front of him. "I couldn't help but cause no damage to Yiwen Ian, and also exposed his figure. The only gain was to rescue His Royal Highness, his princess."
"Hmph... the anxious guy... But he was an abandoned guy, so let them mess up the situation on the chessboard." The man in black robe dropped a black pawn casually. After this game called chess was invented by Yiwen Ian, it became popular in the organization, and even he himself couldn't help but become obsessed with it.
"Does the Imperial Sword of the Royal Sect still look like that?" The man in black robe thought for a while, moved the position of the black horse and the black bishop on the chessboard.
"Well, after a loss, the church has been holding its troops unmoved, and Sir Arret has been at the stage of passively assisting the 'Creen Moon'."
"'Crescent Moon', is it..." The man in black robe played with the chess pieces of the Black Castle: "These nobles are very active, but unfortunately they can't do anything except charge."
"What about the Fire Mage Tower? Is that guy Arut still planning to act with "Creen Moon"?" The man in black robe looked at the "Black Queen", with a look of awe and a little intoxicated.
"Yes."
"That's a pity..."
Finally, only the Black King was left on the chessboard and had not moved: "What about us? Are we ready for the preparations for the coming ceremony of our king?"
"Yes, sir, I'll just wait for Grand Duke Feldnan to leave." The man in gray robe said quietly.
"Very good..." The man in black robe stood up, "Let them all go first, and the one who won the victory in the end must be our Lord!"
The man in the gray robe and the man in the black robe spoke in unison and read the oath: "In the name of the correct way!"
, chanted the oath: "In the name of the correct way!" (To be continued.)