The fireworks all over the sky are like a dream, like a river of stars falling to the ground, and the trees and trees are filled with fireworks.
However, under this splendid scenery, in addition to the Beiyi people who were flocking to the city, there were also Diya and others who were covered in blood and surrounded by a group of tribal elites in the city.
Tick tock…
Blood dripped down the short knife in Dia's hand. The noble and cold saint was no longer pure white. Her dress was dyed red with blood, and her skin became whiter against the blood. Her whole body was like a statue stained with blood.
, sad and solemn.
Being surrounded and killed all the way, the waiters around her were seriously injured, and even she herself had blood on her lips and was weak in her breath.
However, even so, she still tightly protected the man behind her who was much taller than her and completely covered in a black robe.
All the waiters called him the third prince, but Dia called him by his first name.
Therefore, from the perspective of Jida and Luanhe, who were approaching Dia step by step, the other party must be another target of their trip, the fugitive Garuda who was going to be killed on the spot.
It's just that Luanhe was happy to see this scene, but Jida was angry.
It was too dazzling. Seeing his sweetheart desperately protecting another person, Jida felt that she was a joke back then.
A complete joke!
"Dia, when death is imminent, do you still want to protect this traitor? What? He is so useless that he needs a woman to protect him. Does he only dare to hide behind you?"
A sneer appeared on Jida's face, and he immediately gave a wink to his cronies behind him, instructing them to block all escape routes for Dia and others.
"Speak, Diya? When you tied me and my brothers to the altar and made us kneel for seven days and seven nights with only water, weren't you very powerful?"
Jida clenched the golden spear in his hand, and his tone became more and more indulgent.
In fact, he was not so much provoking Diya as he was provoking the turtle behind Diya.
As long as that guy is a bit bloody, I'm afraid he won't watch Diya being insulted by him, right?
But from the bottom of his heart, he really didn't want Garuda to speak. Because he just wanted to see this person being a coward, and he wanted to see the loss and regret on Dia's face.
Yes, even if he had some fame in the plains of Lake Lausanne, he was far less dazzling than Garuda, the third prince of the royal court. He was at most a star, while Garuda was the sun shining on the thirty-six tribes.
But the wind and water have turned, and the proud sun in the evening has now fallen into the dust and turned into a puddle of mud?
And you still have to hide behind women and live in the mud!
"Third Prince, bah! Aren't you just a traitor who wants to kill your father and seize the throne? A waste who can only rely on you Dia to survive?"
The short knife in Dia's hand was still dripping with blood, and her eyes were as clear as glass. There was no trace of anxiety or loss, but they were just as cold as ever.
However, Jida and Luan He did not find it strange, because ever since she met Dia, this saint has always looked cold and distant.
Or maybe as a divine servant of the Wuri tribe, you shouldn’t have too many expressions. Isn’t this the case for all previous high priests?
So Jida, who was not relieved, quickly turned his head to look at the cowering man in black robe, and said in an increasingly arrogant tone:
"Talk, you loser! What? Now you not only have to hide behind women, but you don't even know how to speak..."
Jida was about to provoke him a few words, but Luan He on the side stopped him.
It's not that Luan He can't stand Jida's arrogance, it's just that she doesn't want to waste time here anymore.
She must complete the task assigned to her by the Sixth Prince, and she must complete it as quickly as possible!
After all, the reason why she agreed to disobey orders and take early action with Jida was because she did not want to be commanded by the so-called prince and concubine and let the other party take away the credit that should belong to her.
She needs to let the Sixth Prince see her usefulness and know that she, Luan He, is the most suitable person to stand by his side.
And the power of their Golden Eagle Department is far from comparable to that of Yuetiao's small frontier department.
"Dia, you should know your current situation, right? You can't protect Garuda, let alone yourself. Instead of continuing to waste time with us, it's better to hand him over to leave a way out for your men.
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Having said this, Luan He immediately nodded to the confidant beside him, and the confidant soon led a few people to the front of Dia and others.
These people were none other than the waiters who had been following Dia, who were unfortunately captured on the way to escape just now.
At this moment, they were being escorted to the ground by Luanhe's people, some of whom were covered in blood, and some of whom were already unconscious.
Luan He walked up to one of them with a short knife, his eyes seemed to be smiling but not smiling:
"Lord Dia, think about it, please? As long as you and the third prince come with us, I can let go of the rest of your Wuri tribe. Isn't this a good deal?"
Seeing Luan He lift the chin of a waitress with the tip of a short knife, Dia, who had been silent, finally spoke:
"Luan He, since you still call me "sir", you should know that I am not a fool. You even try to lure away the people of Chaolu City, how can you let my waiters go?"
"Tsk, Dayan has a saying that is good, this phoenix in trouble is worse than a chicken. Since the saint knows that she has no choice, why not disarm her quickly so that she and her subordinates can die more happily. No.
What?"
Luan He sneered, and the short knife in his hand pierced the waitress's shoulder, causing the originally unconscious waitress to wake up instantly from the pain.
"If you still want to resist, then I will stab these people one by one, or chop them alive in front of you! Saint, what do you think?"
Luan He said, and gave the waitress another blow with his backhand, this time it was not the shoulder, but the lower abdomen...
Listening to the painful screams of the waitress, both Dia and the remaining people around her clenched the weapons in their hands.
Their eyes were red and dripping with blood. If the saint hadn't given the order not to act rashly, they would have rushed forward.
Taking a deep breath, Dia's patience seemed to have reached its limit.
So, just when Luan He was about to stab her for the third time, she finally said:
"That's enough, they should be leaving the city soon."
Enough?
Almost out of town already?
them?
What's the meaning!
Almost the moment Dia opened her mouth, the man in black robe standing behind her responded with actions to Jida and Luan He.
He is not Garuda, but a substitute used by Dia to deceive them.
So Diya and others fought desperately to break out of the encirclement, and the person whom so many people saved was actually not Garuda at all...
How is it possible?
How could Dia use herself as bait? Obviously as long as she escapes back to Wuribe, even if Sang Qing successfully succeeds to the throne of King Khan, he will not be able to touch her in a short time...
However, when Jida and others were in shock, Dia raised her knife and directly attacked Luan He who was closest to them.