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Volume Two: Demonic Invasion Chapter 213: Conspiracy (6)

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    Leer got up from the ground, and the red light on his necklace kept flashing.  The surrounding demon soldiers were hostile to him, and he understood this.  But when the two soldiers walked down the stairs, he keenly noticed that the frequency of red light flashes increased and the brightness also increased, indicating that a new enemy had appeared.  He instinctively realized that these two soldiers must not be ordinary people.  The druid looked around. The battle was at its end, and the demons still failed to capture the city wall.

    He seized the opportunity and rushed down the stairs.  The earth understood what the druid was thinking and muffled his footsteps, letting him follow the two black soldiers down the stairs like a ghost.  Under the city wall are tent camps used to station injured soldiers.  He saw the soldiers in black speeding up and running towards the camp.  Lear hid under a flag, only showing his eyes to observe the surrounding situation.

    When the soldiers in black arrived at the camp, other soldiers in the camp suddenly began to move around at the same time.  Others thought it was an ordinary patrol, but Leer understood that these soldiers must have started moving because they saw the soldiers in black.  He watched for a while and found that the soldiers were walking towards one of the larger white tents in the camp.  There is a blue flag on the top of the tent with a golden sword painted on it.  This is the code name of the princeit is the second prince Larov.

    "What do they want to do!" Lear hurried down the stairs. The noise on the city wall ended. The demons must have temporarily retreated.  At this time, countless wounded people were being carried down, and there was a chaotic flow of people in the camp and on the stairs everywhere.  And these soldiers, closely following the soldiers in black, mixed in the crowd, and moved towards Larov's tent step by step.

    Lier rushed down with the crowd. On the city top, no one cared about the situation in the camp. They were all taking the time to recover their strength.  Others were even busier, carrying the dead and wounded, transporting supplies, recording enemy and friendly casualties, rescuing others, catching their breath, and having their own things to do.  Now only the druid realized that someone might be harmful to the second prince.

    The two guards at the door of Larov's tent were obviously among the attackers.  Leal carefully moved through the crowd, not intending to knock down the wounded and support soldiers.  The crowds of people greatly affected Druid's speed. When he was still more than thirty meters away from Larov's camp, the assassins were already in front of the prince's tent, led by soldiers in black.

    "We must not let them succeed." Lear sharpened his teeth, hid the dagger in his druid robe, and clenched the branch tightly with his other hand.  He lowered his body and, as if in a hurry, successfully reached the back of Raloff's tent.  At this time, about fifteen soldiers followed the two men in black into the big tent. Leer followed quickly. If he had been slower, Larov might have been killed.

    The soldiers in black did not expect that anyone would notice them. They originally took advantage of the battle to leave the city wall, took advantage of the chaos after the war to gather people, blended into the crowd, and sneaked into Ralof's tent without anyone noticing. The plan was  Very smoothly.  However, Druid was knocked out at that time and saw the actions of the two people.  Thinking of this, Leer didn't care about the scar on his chest.  He lifted the curtain and found that the soldiers were marching inside. This was obviously not a friendly visit.

    He walked forward slowly, squatted down next to a table, and listened to the sounds from the deepest part of the tent.  The most obvious sound was the friction of armor, followed by the sound of swords being unsheathed. Human voices could be vaguely heard as Lear took a few steps forward.

    "Your Highness, the Second Prince, please forgive us for sending you to death's carriage today." A deep voice sounded inside.

    ¡°Crack¡ª¡ª¡± Countless sharp swords were unsheathed at the same time, which meant fighting and killing.

    "Please give up the unnecessary resistance. We will send your four personal guards to a safe place after they are disarmed. As long as you stay calm, we will ensure your safety during the rest of the journey." Another voice sounded.  .

    "You should be trying to kill me." Larov's firm voice reached Leer's ears, and the prince drew out the imperial sword.

    "If you are still stubborn, we will do this." The deep voice sounded again.

    The tense atmosphere can be felt even from outside.  Lear quietly transformed into a werewolf, summoned a vine, and let it sneak inside to see where the enemy was, and then decide on Lear's next raid plan.  Otherwise, if the position is not selected well and one of the own people is attacked, Lear's assault opportunity will be completely wasted.

    "No one will notice here." The deep voice revealed, "We personally selected the tent cloth for you and it is completely soundproof. However, the wine and meat sent into the tent today are all mixed with poison. No.  It will cause death and will only corrode your strength. I think it will be difficult for you to pick up the sword now, isn't it? Your Highness."

    The vines quietly came back from the ground and told Leer what was going on in the room - fifteen soldiers surrounded Larov and four others in a ring.Veterans, two soldiers in black were at the outermost edge, the one with the gloomy voice was closest to Lear.

    "Atak!" Lear roared and rushed in from the outside.  Everyone in the tent was startled. The man in black with a deep voice was knocked down by Leer. He hit the black soldier's arm hard with his sharp claws, and the other man showed pain.  Leal was confident that the opponent would not be able to use this arm to fight back. He left the injured black soldier and kicked the other black soldier with his powerful legs.  The opponent was well-trained, drew out his long sword, cut Leer's calf, and forcefully forced Leer to withdraw his attack.

    The four veterans who defended Larov quickly counterattacked and immediately stabbed to death the four soldiers who surrounded them.  Larov rushed forward, and the steel sword in his right hand knocked away the weapon in the hands of the black-clothed soldier.  Seeing that the situation was over, the other party immediately turned around and ran away.  How could Lear let go of such a good opportunity?  He chased after him and pushed the black-clothed soldier to the ground.

    The twelve living soldiers roared and attacked Rarov crazily. It was obvious that they were all well-trained and had a firm heart.  They were still much more numerous than Larov's side, and within a few minutes they had pushed Larov and the others into a corner. Leer tried his best, but as soon as he pounced, several spears drove him back.  .

    "Your Highness, the Second Prince!" This cry sounded like something natural to Li'er's ears, and was more beautiful than the fairy's song.

    Bert and the others have arrived!  As soon as the battle was over, Bert's first thought was to find Jesdan and Lear to rest together.  Jace was found, but Kelil disappeared mysteriously.  Bert looked down from the city wall and happened to see Leal entering Raloff's tent, so he immediately called Jestang and others and ran towards the city wall.

    When the twelve soldiers saw that there was no hope, instead of laying down their weapons, they fought back even more fiercely, like fish jumping up and down in a big net.  Leal used his giant claw to knock one of the soldiers away, and soon another soldier scratched the werewolf with a long sword. Although he himself was killed by several sharp blades in the next second, he still had to make a final effort.  Two or three attackers stand close together, like hedgehogs, fighting back at every enemy that tries to kill them.  Now it was the attacker's turn to be cornered.

    "You have no hope!" Larov roared, "Put down your weapons! We are all Ataks!"

    "If you die in battle, our relatives will be favored." One of the attackers roared, while using all his strength to fight off another wave of attacks.  The hedgehog's spikes remain strong and persistent, resisting all attacks.

    "Hadavata, are you really so decisive" Larov frowned.

    When Jestang saw one of the soldiers, a trace of amusement flashed in his eyes.

    "Isn't it arranged by the eldest prince" Jestang responded quickly.

    Shiluo fired several arrows in succession. The distance was so close that enemies kept falling down with arrows in their faces.  Under such pressure, the enemy fought hard despite being trapped and launched a desperate attack.  Soon, their lives were completely gone.

    "Only two are left, and they look like their leaders." Bastanay looked at the two black soldiers on the ground.

    "Take them to the manor." Raloff whispered.

    A few hours later, it was already dusk.  The heavy snow suddenly started falling again, and the cold wind howled, solidifying the blood on the city wall that could not be wiped away.  The demons were very close to capturing Hubu City. At the critical moment, the commander of Hubu City ordered to bring out a new weapon, a specially made dragon crossbow that could fire a large number of dragon crossbow bolts at the same time, and used its terrifying power to kill a man on the spot.  The demon lord drove the demons back to the city.  The situation on Atak's side was not optimistic. In the afternoon, the "Thunder Beast IV" had already damaged a section of the east wall, leaving a gap there.  Tomorrow, the demons are likely to use this gap as a breakthrough point to launch a strong attack.

    Two soldiers in black committed suicide just after they were sent to the manor.  They hid poison under their tongues and the soldiers didn't search carefully enough for the black soldiers to kill themselves.  As a result, Larov could not obtain any information.  While he was feeling annoyed about this, a messenger rushed to the manor on a lively horse.

    "Your Highness the Second Prince!" the messenger said loudly.

    Ralof came out of the manor on horseback, surrounded by a group of personal guards. He did not plan to be attacked on such an occasion.  He had expected that he would encounter many attacks in Hubu City, but he did not know that they would be so frequent.  It would be best if the messenger in front of him didn't prepare a poison dart or a mace.

    "Duke Krislin is really worried about you, so he invites you to Krislin's official residence. There is a tall castle there, which is enough to ensure your safety. No assassins or flying insects can enter. You will be safe and get the highest quality treatment there.  Guaranteed." The messenger read on the parchment in his hand, "Duke Krislin will provide you and your soldiers with the best food and accommodation. Please don't refuse, otherwise Duke Krislin will feel that he has not done enough.  landowner??'s.  "
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