Caglisi's expression sank, and he gritted his teeth, feeling that he still wouldn't dare to take a gamble. Thinking of this, he opened his mouth and said: "You stay here, I will lead them away, if you have a chance, you will run—"
"do you understand?"
"Mr. Cagliaris, you can't..."
"Shut up," this young noble child from Tonigel showed a serious look for the first time. He even interrupted Haruze's words mercilessly: "His Royal Highness Haruze, it's not about discussing power right now. When we can’t do it, every one of us is in danger of life, but if we don’t try our best to fight for it, we will really die here.”
He patted Haruze on the shoulder: "Understood, Your Majesty."
"I..." Haruze nodded slightly: "I understand, Mr. Cagliice."
"Then it's settled," Kaglisi turned the sword upside down and handed the sword to his hand: "If I can't escape, this sword doesn't make much sense to me. Hold it and protect your side. Lady."
Haruze nodded firmly.
He seemed to want to say something, but Kaglisi waved his hand, his figure flashed, and he disappeared into the darkness.
Haruze closed his mouth tightly, and he held the sharp sword in his hand tightly, as if it were the only thing he could rely on. His knuckles were white, and he could not let the tears flow out, because the teacher had told him that a man could not shed tears easily.
Then he felt a cold hand on the back of his hand.
"That guy, he'll be fine."
Haruze turned his head in surprise and looked at Mikaya with a calm face.
The little girl replied in a low voice, as if telling a truth: "Master Martha is fair to everything in this world. He is a fool, so luck will definitely be better."
"what?"
Mikaya gave him a hush gesture.
Haruze was so frightened that he closed his mouth again quickly, and when he turned his head, he heard a rage in the darkness. The sound of footsteps seemed to be going away, and he felt his heart beating loudly, as if a small chest was about to burst. He bit his lower lip and prayed silently for Kaglisi in his heart.
But after a while, all sounds disappeared, and the darkness became quiet again.
Mikaya suddenly grabbed his wrist: "Go."
She said hurriedly.
Before Haruze could react, a dazzling light swept over in the darkness. Although it hadn't hit the two of them, it had exposed their hiding place. A sharp voice rang: "Ha, there really are fish slipping through the net here, come out!"
At that moment, Haruze felt nothing but a blank in his mind. He thought he was dead, but everything he had learned on the day seemed to appear in his mind naturally. He hardly needs to think, and subconsciously faces the underground tunnel. The ceiling raised his hand and shouted:
"Eaam!"
A black light shot out from the palm of the prince’s hand, and the ceiling in the direction that had been eroded loosely by groundwater in the middle, only heard a loud bang, and a bucket of sewage spurted out from there, under the current of water. Large chunks of rubble fell off the ceiling, and then quickly turned into a large-scale collapse, as if the entire roof of the cave had fallen down in an instant.
Torrent rushed out Haruze and Mikaya in an instant, the former was hit on a stone pillar, and he almost screamed in pain. But at this moment, Haruze did not dare to stay at all. He did not care about the pain like a fracture on his back. He jumped up from the water, rushed over and grabbed Mikaya's hand and shouted: "Run!"
The two stumbled and ran forward. Only a moment later, the sound of a second explosion came from behind. The flying stones smashed across a distance of tens of meters and hit the wall. Some stones even hit Haru. On Ze's back, there was a ball of purple and black in an instant.
But he didn't dare to stay at all, he knew that the second explosion must have been the Grey Mage who had caught up. Sure enough, only an angry voice came from that direction:
"Black magic?" the sharp voice shouted: "Very well, I want to see where it is sacred!"
Hearing the words, Haruze only felt that the souls of the dead were in his heart. He knew very well that with his own strength level, he could not be the opponent of the Buja Silver People. He can only hope that the intricate terrain here can make the other party dizzy, although it seems that the possibility is very small.
The two quickly ran out of breath, but Mikaya was stronger than he expected. The little girl didn't say a word from beginning to end, although it was obviously because of him that put each other in danger.
"I'm sorry, Mikaya..." Haruze gasped and apologized: "I can't do it anymore, I can't run, it's all because of me that you are like this..."
He originally thought Mikaya would sneer, but he didn't expect that his hand suddenly got empty. Haruze was so scared that he almost screamed, thinking that the Gray Mage had already chased him up, so he subconsciously raised his sword and stabbed behind him.
But unexpectedly a hand stretched out from the darkness, knocked out the long sword in his hand with one blow, and then grabbed his arm and pulled him over. Haruze was so scared that he wanted to shout, but was covered by a soft hand, so that he could only make a whining sound.
But at this time he finally realized that the person who grabbed him was not the Gray Mage, because he clearly felt that it was a female hand covering his mouth.
"Sister Lesmeca?" Haruze asked subconsciously.
But a gentle voice completely different from that of Ms. Medusa rang out in the dark: "Don't speak, Your Highness the Little Prince."
Haruze was startled slightly, he looked around, only to realize that he was actually in a small secret room. Not only him, but Mikaya is also in this place. Between them is a tall woman. She holds Haruze in her arms and closes her eyes, while holding a swaddling baby in her other hand. Baby girl in.
Haruze recognized who the other party was in an instant.
"Oh, Mrs. Ophelia?"
"Shhh."
Yura said softly, she let go of Haruze gently, and Haruze noticed that there was a wound on the other party's body. A wound stretched from her shoulder to her chest, and the blood had already soaked the clothes.
She frowned, as if the wound was affected by her previous actions, but even so, she bent down slightly, held the baby girl in her arms with both hands, and then handed her to Haruze's hands.
"This is...?" In the darkness, Haruze's silver eyes were gleaming, and he asked the duchess with suspicious eyes.
"We can't hide." Yura replied softly: "You are Lantonilan's guest. I and Ike must guarantee your completeness."
Before she finished her words, as if to confirm her words, the sharp voice from outside the secret room really came.
"It's so ridiculous, trying to hide yourself in front of the real wizard, it's like a mouse that can't hide under the light, get out!"
You stretched out his hand and stopped Haruze's movements.
"Whatever the guest," she replied softly, "this is the old saying of our Jiufeng."
After that, she gently touched her daughter's forehead, stood up, opened the secret room door, and went out. The heavy stone gate rumblingly closed again in front of Haruze and Mikaya. Haruze gritted his teeth and hugged the baby girl in his arms tightly. His chest was slightly up and down, but he couldn't make a sound. Tiny voice.
The gray mage's voice finally resounded outside the door.
"Hey," the other party seemed a little surprised: "Look at what I found. This is really a big prey, the Nine Phoenixs, the chosen people, the blind, then this lady should be the Duchess of Ophelia. Right?"
Ms. Yula did not seem to answer.
Then the voice asked again: "Where is your daughter, Ms. Yula."
"As a mother, do you think I will hand over my daughter to you people, the dignified Bougainvillea, who is so complacent?"
The man seemed to be silent for a while because of this sentence.
Then he said: "I admit you are right, Duchess, but the people of silver also have their own choices. It may be a little unglamorous, but in this world it is not fair to win everything, otherwise we ancient How can the descendants of the people fall to the present situation?"
"Everyone has a choice for everyone," Yura replied: "But some people are noble because of it, and some people are mean because of it. You know that the biggest gain I got when I came to this land is What, Mr. Wizard?"
"what is that?"
"It's all the love in this world, deep and passionate, plain and sublime. Do you understand all this, Mr. Wizard?"
"Ah," Gray Mage sighed: "I understand, respectable lady, you will definitely choose to sacrifice yourself to protect your daughter, but you have to understand that this actually doesn't make much sense to us."
There was a moment of silence outside the door.
Yura seemed to say something in a low voice.
That is the old saying of Jiufeng—
The gray mage looked slightly surprised: "What did you say?"
But the words came to an abrupt end here, and suddenly turned into a horrified scream, "Damn, what are you doing, stop!" At that moment, Haruze felt a hot breath in the secret room. Coming, but in his hands, the baby girl still closed her eyes tightly, like a dream.
After a while, there was a screaming scream outside the door, and then everything went quiet.
In the darkness, Mikaya appeared unexpectedly calm.
"everything is over."
At that moment, Haruze suddenly understood something.
He trembled slightly, closed his eyes in pain, and a tear rolled from his long eyelashes and fell on the forehead of the baby girl in his arms. The baby girl suddenly woke up, she still closed her eyes, yelling, stretched out her small hand, and even touched the edge of Haruze's palm.
Haruze bit his lip, almost biting blood. He held the baby girl's hand with his backhand and replied, "Elara, I will avenge your mother, no matter where those guys come from," the little prince His voice was low and sad, almost every word: "I swear."
He was silent for a moment: "Swear in the name of King Eruin."
It was at that moment that the baby girl suddenly opened her eyes. In the darkness, it was a pair of shiny golden eyes.
Haruze was stunned:
"This is... the golden race?"
"That's it," Mikaya suddenly crawled over and came to Haruze's side. She stretched out her hand and gently stroked the baby girl's forehead: "She is not a citizen of gold, this is contaminated with the power of twilight. The descendants of Tiamat, the first generation born after the collapse of the Tiamat network."
In the darkness, the little girl's voice was soft and calm.
"So that's it, this is the choice of this world, where the hope for the future lies..."
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