A group of people hurriedly withdrew from the battlefield and came to a forest. The sound of pursuit behind them disappeared.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and Zu An asked Sang Hong with some confusion: "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?"
Last time in Mingyue City, the scene where the other party requested the imperial edict is 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 attacks. In my opinion, they cannot just ask for the imperial edict if they want to, and they will definitely have to pay a high price."
“In addition, the embroiderers are there to share the emperor’s worries. If they ask the emperor to take action when something happens, wouldn’t it appear that they are in a disadvantageous position? Therefore, unless absolutely necessary, they will probably not ask for the imperial edict.”
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 warfare.
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 clothes messenger had just relaxed his vigilance and at the same time his attention was attracted by Sang Hong's words.
Therefore, the sudden killer caught them off guard. Although the Embroidered Clothes Messengers were well-trained and hurriedly jumped from their horses to evade, there were still two Embroidered Clothes Messengers who were a step too slow, and they were stuck with the horses by sharp swords.
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Zu An took a breath and subconsciously covered his butt. How painful it must have been.
However, those messengers in embroidered clothes who jumped into the air to avoid it were not feeling well, because several black lights suddenly shot through the air.
Zu An narrowed his eyes. He was very familiar with this black light. Last time he was almost shot to death with an arrow in Ji Beicheng, it was this kind of black light.
Is it possible that those who want to kill me are rebels?
The embroidered messengers in mid-air swung their soul-catching chains one after another in an attempt to shoot down the incoming arrows. Unfortunately, the night elves had no choice but to take action. Once they did, blood would be drawn.
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 a time when many embroiderers have lost their old strength and have yet to develop new strength. How can they avoid it?
Screams of agony rang out, and immediately two more embroidered messengers had blood blooming on their chests, and were shot to death on the spot by sneak attack bows and arrows.
Although the other people escaped in embarrassment, they were all injured.
Huang Huihong hurriedly summoned his companions to his side and leaned close to the prison car, his face looking very ugly.
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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 just now. 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 truck in unison.
Zau 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 little difficult for us today."
Although Huang Huihong’s face was gloomy, there was no expression of fear. Instead, he stared coldly at the approaching people: “Who ordered you to do this? Do you know that those who rob the imperial family will be punished by the Nine Tribes?”
“Nine tribes?” One of the night elves snorted coldly, “Our home has been destroyed by your human race, so there are no nine tribes left.”
Seeing the hatred in the other side's eyes, Huang Huihong knew that it would be difficult to be kind today, so he roughly weighed the combat effectiveness of both sides, and found that the other side 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 did not want to request 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 down directly to the east, holding her hands respectfully in front of her: "When I 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 just be beaten by his own people every time, and he also wanted to see such a big killer 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 saints, stood up involuntarily, and then the ceremony of praying for saints was naturally interrupted.
Several embroidered messengers on the side stared at him in confusion, not understanding why he suddenly stood up.
The yellow, gray and red colors were also incomprehensible, and I 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, and his body was 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 one 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.
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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 to pray for the saint, 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 staff at Huang, Gray and Red: "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 and saw that it didn't look like him at all. Do you think I've never seen a dragon before?
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 speaking spirit?” Zu An suddenly remembered that in school before, Shang Liuyu had mentioned to him that the dragon tribe had a secret art of speaking spirit 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 the words are followed by the method.
Zu An was filled with envy. Shouldn't it be the exclusive domain of keyboard warriors to follow the rules? When will I have this ability?
“I didn’t expect that the dragon clan would also be involved. You are really proud of yourself.” Sang Hong glanced at Zu An with a complicated expression.
Zu An was also a little embarrassed. Didn't he say that a good emperor is the strongest person in the world? Why are his men now being beaten by other forces and 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