Chapter 2333 Crow's Prophecy XI_3

"Compared to when at Fanric?"

"No, compared to any time."

Dong turned back to look at the little princess: "Princess, do you hold him in such high regard?"

"Then, do you still remember how people evaluated Loofah?"

"Extraordinary?"

Sophie laughed: "Odin considers him similar to Loofah, Nether has the same perspective, but I'm not so easy to convince. Have you heard of the Dance of the Fairy? I believe he is the one closest to that person, you know, someone is a resistor, but someone is destined to tread a solitary path—"

"You wouldn't be saying..." Dong looked at her incredulously.

Sophie gently nodded.

"The path of the Ten Kings."

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The commander was hoarse, almost the only one left resisting on the battlefield, Fang Hong chose not to end him. He watched as those dark red constructs flew away after two rounds of attacks, but that didn't mean it was over.

They ascended into the air, then returned one by one into the black shadows anchored there, behind those tall constructs holding long guns, and merged into one. People looked up, seeing those twenty or so aloof knights suspended in the air, holding long guns, their tips pointing straight at the sky.

The street was silent, and people didn't know what comments to make at the moment.

"He's a Grand Artificer..."

"Their Captain is at least a Grand Artificer..."

"Fools," the commander's voice was a bit hoarse, his eyes blood-red staring at the others: "We must break through, the constructs take time to recharge, his attacks are only two rounds... we must seize this chance."

But the problem is, will the other side let them go?

This adventure group seems like no one is easy to deal with.

However, at least the remaining knights understood, if they didn't resist, their fate might be the same. After all, Starlight remains, it's just a matter of resurrection, one has to make a gamble, who knows how it will turn out?

In dire straits, the people on the battlefield finally found courage, the knights gripped their longswords tightly, and the mercenaries finally found a reason to fight. The air was thick with a bloody scent as they formed ranks, cautiously advancing.

From the direction of the inn, Xiesta and Mei did not stop these people. Ouli's doctrine made his knights refraining from killing people who gave up resistance, the opposite side clearly wouldn't take action against them anymore, besides—Mei recalled the only two practice combats she had with Fang Hong.

She lowered the long halberd, for a moment unsure whether she should warn these people about the opponents they were facing.

As for Miss Maid, without any orders, she remained as indifferent as a stone sculpture.

The commander finally saw, through the swirling snowstorm, an indistinct figure appearing behind, though he was curious why the other people didn't take this chance to attack them, but he had no time to consider it. The mission had completely failed, but he at least needed a dignified victory.

Or failure—

He swung his sword forward, emitting a roar: "Charge!"

The knights also let out a low shout, praising the Storm, praising the one who gave them glory, praising Adrian and the Supreme Lord. They raised their longswords, then launched a charge, the only organized charge by the knights in this battle.

On the streets, a silver light shimmered, interconnected as one, the light was from the knights' armor.

But waiting beyond the snowstorm were only slender, dark shadows, and sheathed swords in their hands. Amidst a low rumbling sound, dots of red light lit up one after another behind the snowstorm, the light flickering under the sharp top helmets of the Dragon Hunters, now reflecting as the nightmare of the knights.

Then, a neat and elegant blade light, under the incredulous gaze of people, swept through the street, and the knights racing down were sent flying back with twice the speed and bizarre posture. The scattered armor, and a streak of crimson blood, like a rain of blood, fell back.

They fell to the ground with splatters, blood and innards showered over the commander.

In dead silence, the commander of Crow's Claw Sanctuary held his sword, staggered back two steps, then slumped to the ground.

He wore a helmet, so his facial expressions were unclear, but the light in his eyes was nearly dull, continually making gurgling sounds from the throat—

And Fang Hong just silently watched this person, slowly walking out from behind the Dragonmen, passing by the former, who appeared oblivious, just sitting dumbfounded on the ground.

Fang Hong did not look more at the other, continued moving forward, through the devastated street, the air thick with the acrid scent of burning. He watched from afar as the corpses on the street were evaporating into dots of white light, rising into the sky. He gazed at the white light until it vanished, differing greatly from his impression of the Dragon Worshippers' resurrection.

But letting go of doubts about Crow's Claw Sanctuary, Fang Hong turned back, just seeing Hilveld appear at the inn's entrance. At that moment, his eyes softened immediately, looking at the latter, as if relieving a heavy burden, he stopped, standing still.

She only then crossed the crowd, walked lightly to his side, looking at him with light blue eyes, her face holding a gentle and reassuring expression, smiled slightly, and extended her hand, gently gripping his hand.

Even through the cloth of the glove, Fang Hong could feel the coldness and fragility of that hand.

"They didn't do anything to you, did they?" he asked.

Hilveld's eyes held a smile.

"What do you think?"

Not far away, Elisa was looking at their captain with slight amusement, her face gradually showing an embarrassed expression, scratching her head.

And upstairs the Papalarians were currently swearing:

"That guy doesn't even ask about us."

He turned back: "Gita, how are you Little Jita?"

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