Heimarian Odyssey Chapter 49: Meteor
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"Run!" A guard dragged Princess Angelina hurriedly through the woods. The guard's left arm was empty and only a broken sleeve still dripping with blood was left on his back. His black tights were also split apart with a knife mark across the entire shoulder. The flesh and blood inside was turned up, and the bones were deeply visible. The blood soaked the dark guard's clothes.
Princess Angelina ran swiftly with the help of the dark guard regardless of her image. The long hair that had been **** was also scattered, and there were a lot of scratches on the sleeves. Luckily There was no injury, but maybe it was deliberately done by the chaser. Angelina's snow-white boots had worn out the skin at this time. Although they were produced by the best queen tailor in the capital, these boots had reached their end of life. As for the princess’s long skirt, not to mention the factors such as scratches, mess, sweat stains, etc., this long skirt that makes people feel supernatural at first glance, now just like the linen blouses worn by ordinary village girls, not bad, blouses , The princess’s dress has nothing to do with the long skirt.
The only two remaining guards at this time are the survivor who lost an arm and was seriously injured.
Behind the two of them, there was a little red light. I don’t know how many blood-red people are still chasing in the dark. The most conspicuous one is Wright, who is wearing armor and taking off his mask. Wright’s eyes flashed with scarlet light at this time, cruel. With a grinning smile, a shallow scratch on Wright's left face slowly seeped blood, making Wright more terrifying in the eyes of Princess Angelina who was running in front. Wright also had a broken arm in his hand, and the broken arm was still bleeding, and it seemed to have been torn off not long ago.
The scratches on Wright’s face were bestowed by the captain of the dark guard, Ryan, that guy deserves to be the captain of the Faustin’s dark guard. Sure enough, there are two brushes, and even under the condition of Wright’s strength, they broke out, desperately Resist Wright, a posture of injury for injury, Wright is not willing to touch the edge lightly. Fortunately, he is not the only one here. The captain of the dark guard who has already exploded his life and potential is handed over to Casal. Ryan, who is lower in strength than Casal, has used secret methods to force his potential. The vitality was lost, but with a difference of one order, Casal was able to deal with it with ease. He doesn't even need Casal to do anything. He only needs to contain the erupting Ryan. After a period of time, Ryan's vitality is exhausted, and he can easily take off Ryan's head.
As for the stronger Wright, he chased the three kittens who ran away. On the way, Wright has already dealt with one of the guards. Just now, he tore off the left arm of the remaining guard. Although Wright is good at scimitars and cuts more smoothly with knives, I wonder if he has been on the battlefield for a long time. Wright's psychology has been a little abnormal. He prefers to abuse and kill the enemy, watching the enemy howling and helpless, and letting the opponent die in fear. As for the target of their mission, he did not dare to move, if he was injured, it would be difficult to deal with each other, so Angelina was not injured at this time.
The only remaining dark guards are already running as hard as they can, and they even used the secret methods taught in the dark guards that only low-level servants can use, but Wright, whose pace is ghostly, still follows. Behind, like a blood-colored death who reaps life. Although the injured guard had experienced a lot of willpower training inside the guard, he still couldn't help despairing at this time. The invincible scarlet armor man who scared him reminded him of the meeting when he had just joined the guard. The days of the instructor's devil training, that period of memory that made him remember deep in his heart, hard to remember.
Or the pain of tearing his left arm, or the fear that Wright, the blood-red armored man, gave him, or recalling the memory of the past, the guard who ran with the princess suddenly looked up to the sky and screamed "Ah!!! !" Pushing Princess Angelina forward, pulling out from her waist a signal that was handed to him by the captain Sir Lane before escaping. After launching it, she turned and rushed towards Wright.
"Run, princess! Run in the direction of the flare!" The guard roared.
Princess Angelina was pushed out by the dark guard for a distance of nearly 20 meters. After falling to the ground, she did not stop or turn her head. Instead, she headed towards the direction of the flare. It is a stored magic missile, an entry-level magic trick, but to engrave it on a bamboo signaler, at least a low-level or even an intermediate-level magic apprentice is required to do it. Princess Angelina is no stranger to it.
"Yo! Breakthrough?" Wright grinned, surprised at this rare miracle on the battlefield. The Faustin guard in front of him obviously broke through to a low-level knight attendant in desperation. It is also the reason why he still has the ability to turn around and attack after such a long escape. But the low-level attendant was still an ant in front of Wright, besides, it was a choppy with a missing arm and severely injured.
Wright swiped his left hand from his waist, and the blood-red machete appeared in Wright's hand. Wright threw a beautiful knife and looked at the secret guard rushing towards him with excitement, like a dessert that appeared suddenly. . "You keep chasing, remember, don't hurt anyone!" Wright said to the surroundings. A woman who has no power to bind a chicken, his blood-red soldiers are enough to cope.
The dark guard's end like death made Princess Angelina's heart agonize. She remembered that Sir Lane was the same before, in order to protect her, she faced another equally powerful blood-red armor with a determination to die. People, as well as the secret guard soldiers who protected her not long ago, the maid who grew up with her, etc. Princess Angelina wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes and continued to run forward. The blood-red soldiers behind him followed closely, and could catch up with Princess Angelina at any time at their speed.
At the moment of crisis, Princess Angelina remembered what the teacher once said, "Any magic is for practical purposes, either to research or to fight with others. A good magician must know how to magic Perfect to use herself." Princess Angelina currently only has three small magics. In the laboratory, she assists the teacher to pour the beaker's light spirit, which can make the huge beaker lighter; the light point technique is used to ignite the alchemy table. Alcohol lamp, or sometimes used for night lighting; cleaning technique, which is used to clean up the body. Although Princess Angelina’s clothes are broken and messy in the past two days, her body is still as smooth as jade, because Princess Angelina is resting Shi secretly used a cleaning technique for himself.
"Light Essence." Angelina chanted a spell silently. She used this trick countless times. She used to experiment with instruments before. This was the first time she used this magic on her body. Hope it will work, Princess Angelina prays. Fortunately, Angelina's running speed was indeed faster. Although she was still not as strong as the blood-red soldier with a strong physique and a grudge, she could at least run for a while and fight for a while.
The light of the white magic missile pierced the night, and the light and faint elemental fluctuations comparable to the stars made all the creatures around here notice. Princess Angelina never expected the magic missile to be launched at night, so beautiful.
Sir Ryan's body was stiff and his face covered with blood stains also saw the light not far away. After using the secret method to overdraw, Sir Ryan's blood vessels were damaged to varying degrees. The aorta burst even more. The blood on it was ejected from a blood vessel on Sir Lane's shoulder. Ryan's blood loss at this time was nearly one-third, and the blood vessels lacking blood nourishment began to stiffen, and the muscles became necrotic and stiff under the dual stimulation of the secret method and vindictive energy. Sir Lane, in his prime, seemed to be quite old at this time. At the moment he saw the light from the horizon, Sir Lane's expression was lonely and lonely, but immediately, Sir Lane's face became firm and persistent.
Casal looked at the change in the expression of Ryan in front of him. He also knew the decision of the opponent in front of him, and sighed. He planned to give this ‘knight’ a decent way to die.
Sir Lane aroused the few remaining grudges in his body, his voice was hoarse, and he strode at Casal with a heavy but reluctant step. In the blood-red armor, Casal was motionless, his expression under the mask remained unchanged, watching the captain of the dark guard rushing over, and the moment the two were about to meet each other, Casal launched a skill spear. After passing Ryan's throat, he quickly pulled out, a faint blood arrow spurted out, and Sir Ryan insisted on staggering for two steps before falling to the ground.
Locke and Master Sauron are grilling a pheasant sent by the soldiers by the campfire. At this time, it is the meal. The soldiers around are sitting in small groups in twos and threes, eating their own dinner together. . Master Sauron didn't mind sitting and chatting with a group of squadron leaders. Either anecdote among the nobles, or the prosperity of Peters, a bunch of big bosses were fascinated by the stories told by Master Sauron. Master Sauron came to the barracks after the **** battle in Gordon Heights. He had stayed in Peters for a long time, so he was very familiar with Peters.
Locke was also listening absently. He had heard what Master Sauron said more than once after he got acquainted with Master Sauron. He asked Master Sauron to talk about it at the beginning, just like the others. Like the captain, people of civilian origin generally long for and yearn for levels that they can't reach. But when I actually got in touch, I discovered that it was actually the same thing. When he was the captain, Locke was curious about the squadron leaders having dinner with the Baron. Now Locke and the Baron have eaten at the same table more than once. Everyone eats normally and talks about things. The Baron has less impression on him than before. Be more serious, more close.
There are a lot of dark clouds tonight, covering the moon that should be shining, only a few stars on the corners, unwilling to blink lonely, showing their existence. A shooting star drawn out from the mountains in the distance, attracting a trace of Locke’s attention, but the roast chicken in his hand was about to be cooked, and Locke hurriedly rotated to make the fire more even. Several years of field military life allowed every soldier to practice. Just a good barbecue technique.
Wait, the meteor draws out of the mountain? Locke looked up suddenly. On the horizon, the bright light dissipated in the sky after exhausting all his energy.
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