Quadruple split.

Chapter 505
Game time PM18:13
Chauvin Empire, Kangda Territory Frontier, Wind Valley
"Why. Why is this happening"

Jude Fossey, the Duke of the Empire, sat on the ground in a daze. His luxurious robe was covered with mud, and his face, which was always radiant, was also haggard.

The sounds of clashing swords and swords in the distance can be heard endlessly, and occasionally there are flashes of magic bursting into the air. Although the expressions of the well-trained guards around them are still determined, their hearts are not peaceful, because the attack came so suddenly up.

Yes, so suddenly.

In fact, just when Duke Jude Fossey and Prince Kunta's son, the Duke of Wittemboho, had just met and hadn't spoken the first half of a sentence, the accident happened.

The first to arrive was Earthquake Spell and Raising Dust Spell. These two rounds of low-ranking earth-type spells reduced the visibility of the negotiation site to the lowest level in an instant. The attackers hidden behind the leather mask came out from all directions, the weakest of them were high-level professionals, and there were even two magister-level earth element users mixed in. It caught everyone off guard, and in less than five minutes, they had an absolute advantage.

The two royal guards who couldn't react in time were beheaded on the spot by a certain berserker, and although the others organized their defense around Duke Fossey at the first time, they were also attacked steadily by the attackers' subsequent attacks. After being defeated, it took seven or eight corpses to successfully break out of the encirclement, and fled all the way from the negotiation site to Qianfeng Valley not far away. In the end, there was no way to retreat, so they had to rely on the terrain to defend.

A watch is two hours.
During this process, more than half of the thirty or so bodyguards who were originally in charge of protecting the Duke of Forsyth were lost. Except for the Marquis himself, all the survivors were also injured. However, the attacker who forced everyone into the valley hardly lost half of them. , not even a few lightly injured.

【If these guys get serious, we're probably dead already.】

Many people, including the Duke himself, had such thoughts in their hearts.

"Charles"

Duke Forsyth stood up with a pale complexion, and asked softly to the middle-aged man standing behind him: "Tell me, how did the news leak out?"

Charles is the confidant of the Duke of Forsyth, and he is also the most powerful one among the people present. He is not affiliated with the Royal Guard, but participated as an entourage of Duke Jude Forsyth himself. To put it simply, he is a trustworthy Bodyguards, the kind that basically every big shot will have around him.

Ninety-ninety percent of Duke Fossey's ability to escape unscathed was due to this quasi-sword master.

But Charles's expression now is not pretty, to be precise, it is gloomy and scary.
"With all due respect, Your Excellency."

He stared solemnly at the distant gorge, gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice: "The secrecy measures for this meeting are very complete. Except for you, neither I nor the guards sent by His Majesty know the purpose of this trip, so The subordinates believe that the possibility of 'information leaking' is very small."

"Is that so."

Duke Forsyth, who had regained his composure, narrowed his eyes slightly. He stroked his cane, and while releasing two streams of healing for a soldier not far away, he said slowly: "So your Means, all this is the Duke of Witham's conspiracy?"

Charles didn't answer, but he had made his point well with his silence.

"But it doesn't make sense, Charles."

Duke Forsyth shook his head slightly after thinking for a while, frowned and said: "Although your suspicion is not unreasonable, from Wetham's point of view, there is no benefit in killing us here. First of all, that The young man with a good reputation is not an impulsive person. There is no need for him to plan such an ambush without the slightest temptation. Second, even if he is really dazzled by hatred and anger, the primary target is It must be His Majesty William, not me, otherwise it will be completely upside down."

"but."

Charles wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Fossy raising his hand.

"Listen to me, Charles."

The quick-thinking duke has gradually regained his composure, and he said quickly: "Although our secrecy measures have been done well, they are still far from perfect. The stupid way is to monitor me around the clock, so we can know when we leave the city, and then there will naturally be a lot of opportunities to find here. Some of these people have insiders from the attackers, or the other party has some kind of special tracking skills, and it is possible to chase them here, as long as they meet a prerequisite."

"premise?"

"Yes, the premise."

Duke Fossai took a deep breath, and said slowly: "That is to know that this meeting happened, as long as this requirement is met, it will not be difficult to make some small moves."

Charles nodded, and while distractedly paying attention to the battle situation in the distance, he asked softly, "So what you suspect is."

"Nothing, Charles."

Fossey shook his head, and said in a deep voice: "At least as far as I know, this accident is not beneficial to all those who know about Troon, but... although it's just a guess, I don't think the target of this accident is me. , the reason is very simple, no matter who is behind this incident, the life and death of Jude Fossey will not have any impact on the current situation."

"Then what do you mean, Your Excellency?"

"It's nothing, you go and help the guards."

Duke Forsyth unilaterally ended the topic, and it was not until Charles had left for a long time that he whispered softly: "Probably...not."

three hours ago
Game time PM15:11
"not good!"

The ground roared, and the smoke and dust stirred up. Butler Liszt, who was standing beside Wethambohe, came back to his senses at the first moment, and pushed the young master to the side with all his strength, and was immediately shot by a force that came from nowhere. The crossbow pierced through his arm, and the old man, who had not recovered from his injuries, fell heavily to the ground. He shouted hoarsely at the startled and uncertain Wetham: "There is an ambush, young master, run!"

A dull roar sounded from close by, covering up Butler Liszt's roar, but Wytem still sensed the opponent's intention immediately, but he did not follow the old man's thinking, but quickly pulled out the saber at his waist He leaned over and cut off the arrow, helped the butler who was nailed to the ground up, and said in a low voice, "Let's go together!"

"Leave me alone, young master, send it quickly!"

The old butler, who was nearly seventy years old with beard and hair, raised his head to the sky angrily and shouted: "The royal family is in ambush and intends to kill the grass and roots. Everyone immediately retreats according to the No. [-] plan, and fully protects the young master to return to the Fort of Thorns!"

As soon as the words fell, groups of figures shot out of the smoke and dust, and scattered towards the southeast of the Fortress of Thorns without looking back. What is surprising is that each group of these people has one William Bohe, they either acted alone or were escorted, in short, they all had the same face as the lord of the Kunta Lord, scattered out without looking back, and ran desperately.

Obviously, this is a plan prepared in advance by the Kangda leader. If something happens, as long as one order is given, one fifth of the guards will become William Bohe, and they will evacuate the scene as quickly as possible. Very useful in confusing the public eye.

This is not surprising. After all, for the royal party who is not afraid of the shadows, it is completely superfluous for the other party to design an ambush, so they did not make too many targeted preparations, but for the Kangda leader For people, it's a different matter. They don't know whether the prince was killed by the royal family, but if it is true, then the other party definitely has a reason to suddenly attack the killer during the negotiation process and try to kill the grass!

Although it was an equal meeting between the dukes, even if Duke Jude Forsyth died, it would not cause much loss to Troon, but if the Duke of Wethambohe died, then the Kangdaland would exist in name only.

But Wetham and others have no choice. After all, with his status and status, it is impossible for William Bohe, the emperor of Chauvin, to come to "negotiate" in person. It is already quite considerable to appoint Duke Fossey, a powerful royal cron. Save face.

It is precisely because of this that Wittham has to guard against it. Even if he does not want to believe it, the senior leaders of the Kangda leadership headed by Butler Liszt and others cannot tolerate the slightest carelessness. It is still the same sentence, Fossey will die if he dies , but as the last only seedling of Kang Daling, Witham must not have any troubles!
So, they formulated a series of security measures, which were actually used unexpectedly
The moment he arrived at the appointed place, he made a move on the convenience.

The picture is not exhausted, the dagger has been seen.
【I'm really in a hurry, my dear uncle! 】

The young lord of Kangda Territory almost gritted his teeth. He lifted Butler Liszt's skinny body, and ran eastward amidst the shouts of killing from all directions. I'm not worried that the other party can keep me. You must know that he has the strength of a great swordsman, and those rare props that are priceless, even sword masters and sages can hardly kill him in seconds, unless he is already The old Faraosis was resurrected from the dead, otherwise even Marshal Galahat would have difficulty capturing Wetham in a short time.

To put it bluntly, it means rich and powerful, referred to as money ability.

In fact, there are two props capable of space transfer on Wittham's body, one is an earring that allows users to teleport two kilometers randomly, and the other is an extremely expensive directional space teleportation scroll. Dangerous situation, the latter can allow him to return to the safety of Kingthorn Castle immediately.

However, Wetham did not use any of these means, because no matter whether it was the earring or the scroll, he could only leave him alone, and he could not take the injured Butler Liszt with him.

It is impossible for the upright Wetham to do this, leaving the old man who has served his father and himself here for decades to escape alone, this kind of thing he can't do anyway.

So he decided to do the same as those 'pretends', taking the old butler to escape in a conventional way, and never teleporting until it was absolutely necessary.

"Leave me alone, young master."

The old butler murmured palely, trying to break free from Wetham's hand while urging him: "Quickly teleport, hurry up and leave!"

"Shut up, Grandpa Liszt."

Witham walked swiftly in the snow, his figure was extremely nimble, like a butterfly wearing a flower, he gracefully dodged one after another range magic that came from nowhere, and said with a smile: "We will be fine." Yes, you have already passed through the gate of hell for my father, and you can no longer send your life here because of me."

There were endless shouts and explosions, and the pursuers behind seemed to have no intention of giving up, but maybe it was because of their limited strength, maybe because they were not familiar with the terrain, and it was more likely because of the desperate blocking of the guards, the enemy did not Chasing after him at the first time, as Wittham's footsteps continued to accelerate, he gradually left those 'unknown' enemies behind.

thirty minutes later

Game time PM15:46
Witham, who finally got out of the 'ambush circle', let out a long sigh of relief, cleared a small warm and dry area in the snow with the long sword in his hand, and gently placed Butler Lister on the ground, and then he Sitting down without a figure, he threw a ruby ​​on the ground casually, and a fire of elements that was not very bright but extremely warm was raised.

"Everyone, come and take a rest."

He waved to the few remaining guards behind him, and smiled without airs at all: "We should be safe already."

Fearless in the face of danger and calm in dealing with things, Wittembohe is undoubtedly a very charismatic person. Although he is a bit too young for a lord, but under the premise that his father is a "good-for-nothing prince", he started early. He is not shallow at all in terms of seniority who has been involved in affairs of all sizes in the territory, and he has been loved and supported by most of his subordinates and citizens since a long time ago.

"Okay, young lord."

The four rather tired guards immediately walked quickly to Wetham, squatted quietly in the snow and warmed up by the fire. In this coldest month of the year, maintaining body temperature is very important, even for professionals not excluded.

It needs to be mentioned here that the reason why there are only four guards in the company is not because everyone else in the Kangda collar is dead, but because everyone is scattered as much as possible in order to cooperate with the previous pretense plan. The actual number of casualties is not real. many.

two minutes later
"Young Lord, you can just accompany us here, please leave as soon as possible, we can go back by ourselves."

Butler Liszt, who recovered a little bit, struggled to sit up, coughed twice with a pale complexion, and sincerely said to Witham: "No matter what, you must have nothing to do."

Witham shook his head and said in a low voice, "Wait a little longer, if we can confirm that we have settled down."

"Little Lord"

The old butler interrupted Wetham in a low voice, waved lightly at the latter, and said in a low voice, "Don't you think it's a bit weird?"

"Ok?"

Witham leaned over and asked in the same low voice, "Which area are you referring to?"

"Don't you think it's too easy for us to escape? If all this is premeditated."

Butler Liszt looked around vigilantly, and said in a subtle voice: "And"

"And what?"

Witham moved closer again.

puff!
In the next second, a pitch-black dagger quickly wiped across his neck, bringing out a cloud of bright red blood.

"It's nothing, young master. Please go with peace of mind."

Chapter five hundred and second: the end
(End of this chapter)