The raindrops the size of beans snapped and snapped on the face and body.

Not only does it hurt slightly, but it also brings a chill.

Delen. York felt the chill coming from outside his body, and his whole body kept shivering, but his steps did not stop, and with a touch of happiness, he ran in the opposite direction of York City.

If it weren't for such heavy rain, it would be difficult for him to escape the pursuit of the three silver-level knights even if he was suspicious.

The smell of blood on his body and the footprints on the ground were enough to expose a qiē.

Fortunately, though, under the heavy rain, a single qiē was covered.

And the three Sitty silver, who had lost his trace, would inevitably search in the direction of Yorktown, so it would be safe for the time being.

Can't help it, Delen. York's heart was slightly relieved -

Poof!

Carrying the Marquis of York on his back, York fell violently into the mud, and the muddy water instantly dereneled Delen. York was soaked, making it more and more wolf-bèi.

However, the Marquess of York was not too tainted.

Removal is in Deren. York's back is outside, and more often, at the time of the fall, Delen. York dragged his father as hard as he could.

Whew, whew!

Delen. Half of York's face was buried in the muddy water, and he was panting like this, and countless blisters, mud and sand rippled in the muddy water, and even, poured into Delen. York's mouth and nose.

In the mouth and nose, a pain of mud and sand rubbing. York quickly came back to his senses, and he sprang to his feet, picked up his father, and walked forward again.

It's only temporary security here. It's not really safe.

Staggering. Feeling the weakness of the body. Delen. As soon as York gritted his teeth, his heart beat rapidly again, and the blood all over his body burned at the same time.

Suddenly, the footsteps became powerful again, and the speed became faster.

Although the sequelae are obvious, for Delen. For York, this is his roots.

Like an arrow from a string, Delen. York carried his father behind his back. In the rain curtain, the direction is constantly changing, and only when it is really unbearable, will it take a break.

And at the time of the third break, Delen. York had already carried his father on his back and ran hundreds of kilometers, and the Marquis of York was gradually waking up at this time.

From trance to sobriety, it was only a moment.

The Marquis of York saw the second son who was close at hand.

The second son, who was covered in mud, was galloping in the rain with him on his back.

"Put me down!"

There was an irreversible tone in the weak voice.

However, Delen. York, however, did not listen. Instead, it's moving at a faster pace.

"Put me down!"

The Marquess of York reiterated again, at the same time. Began to struggle.

As stubborn and old-fashioned as ever.

However, Delen. At this time, York showed the unique character of the York family - to do what he recognizes, no matter what others do.

He ignored his father's words and, in a more stable manner, rendered the Marques's struggles useless.

Until a cliff appeared in front of him, Delen. York stopped slightly.

He surveyed the cliffs and the river below.

Then, climb down without hesitation.

It didn't go to the end, but stopped in the middle of the half.

Bang!

A hard punch slammed into the solid cliff, and suddenly, a small crater appeared.

Then came the second punch, the third punch.

Delen. After York smashed a hole where people could hide, he stopped and put his father on his back into it.

"Tamen gave me the position of the patriarch!"

Standing on the edge of the cavern, Delen. York said as he looked at his father, who was still weak, and opened his mouth.

"You're not suitable, I won't agree!"

The Marquis of York said strongly, with no intention of changing his original intention.

"I know!"

Delen. York laughed, as if he had been most pleased by something, and looked at his father, and said word by word, "How could I possibly accept the alms of the towers?" Even if I want the position of patriarch, I will grab it with my own hands...... What's more, I don't want the position of the patriarch at all now - that position is too small for me, and the whole jade is too small, how can it be my stage! ”

"You and Tamen will honestly guard the jade, and I will surpass you and Tamen, I will make my reputation resounding all over the world, I will let everyone know that I am Delen. York, from the York family of Emerald and not Delen from the Emerald York family. York! ”

It's like an oath, Delen. York said in a sonorous voice.

But he kept a smile throughout the process.

After saying that, without waiting for the Marquis of York to say anything, Delen. York made a quick climb upward.

The Marquis of York subconsciously wanted to raise his arm, but he was extremely weak, and he couldn't even do this, so he could only watch his second son disappear in front of him.

His lips squirmed slightly, but the Marquis of York said nothing.

……

Climbed the cliffs, Delen. York took a deep breath.

He accomplished his goal when he left Yorktown - to ask his father.

And the answer is not surprising.

However, he didn't care about that anymore, he had more important things to do.

"If those three Silver Knights of Sitty weren't real idiots, they should have come to their senses by this time...... Searching for this, and for the sake of efficiency, they will inevitably separate ......"

Delen. York remembered what he had seen along the way, and then, simulating the movements of the three pursuers, he rushed straight in one direction.

It's a vantage point from which you can look down on your surroundings.

The three Siti silvers will inevitably use it as a temporary base to search around.

Even, for the arrangement of three Sitti silver, Delen. York was able to guess probably, too.

is nothing more than one person occupying the commanding heights, and the play responds. The remaining two searched around.

Very common technique. Because. Effective.

And this is important for Delen. York was also an opportunity, and he did not hesitate to rush to the high ground - this is the most obvious flaw, and the most dangerous place.

If he can't kill the opponent in one blow, he will be caught in the middle of the remaining two silvers.

But even so, Delen. York would also choose here.

Because, if he chooses here, he will have a chance, and if he chooses the remaining two searched Siti silver, he will definitely be found by the silver observed here.

In the rain. Delen covered in mud. York crawled in the mud, little by little, getting closer to his target.

He doesn't have any more stealth skills, but he understands camouflage and raiding.

In particular, his special skills make him seem to be an object that he does not have.

And Setti Silver doesn't seem to have thought of Delen. York would do it.

After all, in the consciousness of this Siti Silver, what they were looking for were two people, one was unconscious, and the other was hit by several swords, and he should have been seriously injured a long time ago.

It's right for two wolves to flee like this, how can they fight back?

So. When Delen. When York burst out of the mud and covered his mouth and nose, breaking his neck. Aside from fear, this Side's face was full of incredulity.

"The first one!"

Delen. York casually dropped the body, looking for a second target on a high ground.

Compared to the first, the second goal is not much more difficult, and it is not yet Dren. York provided potions and a sword.

Although because of the special tricks, Delen. York didn't waste the slightest blood, but healing the wound still needed medicine.

No hesitation, Delen. About overcoming the potion.

Then, pick up your sword and head for the third objective.

However, out of Delen. Yorke, the third target, who had anticipated, was extremely alert, spotting him as soon as he approached.

This makes Delen. York frowned.

"Blood-burning assassins?"

The silver of Sitti swept over Deren. York's abnormal face and wounds found a hint of clues.

And it is precisely because of this clue that this Setty Silver changed and rushed up to Delen. The idea of fighting in York was changed to a fight.

He knew very well that although burning blood was powerful, it had more disadvantages.

Not only will there be a considerable period of weakness, but it will also reduce the life expectancy, and few people who choose such arcane techniques as burning blood will live past the prime of life.

Therefore, this kind of secret art technique has become the only way for some dark forces to cultivate dead soldiers and assassins.

After all, such a trick is not only powerful, but also quick.

With a sneer, Sti Silver surrounded Delenn. York went in circles.

He had already imagined what would happen to the other party.

Once the other party starts to weaken, it is really not as good as an ordinary person, and when the time comes, he can clean up the other party well.

Subconsciously, in his mind, several kinds of torture have appeared.

However, before the Sitti Silver could think of what kind of torture should be used, Delenn. York suddenly drew his sword-

Boom!

With a crisp sound of the sword, the long sword stabbed crookedly and slowly stabbed at Xiti Baiyin.

Looking at such a sword, Sti Silver was left with only a shameful smile.

"It's really not even a child......"

Before the words could be finished, the face of this Sti Silver changed, because he suddenly realized that when he took another step, he was about to crash into the long sword.

Such a change made Xiti Baiyin startled, and he subconsciously paused, and then stepped back.

However, immediately he was startled again, and with this retreat, he inexplicably appeared in front of the tip of the sword again.

Retreat again, flash again.

More than a dozen times in a row, Xiti Baiyin was already pale and drenched in cold sweat.

He found that no matter how much he dodged, he couldn't avoid the sword.

How can it be?!

Sti Silver looked at Delen, who was covered in mud. York, then, punched out with a hideous face.

He can't avoid such a sword!

It's a fact!

But that doesn't mean he has to sit still!

He may perish together!

Ignoring the sword that stabbed him in the chest, the fist struck out with all the strength of his body, but, the next moment, his chest was pierced.

Leave the sword!

"I had no brains, but after being confused by the situation in front of me, I was even more brainless!"

Delen. York looked at the corpse with disdain.

However, the next moment, his face turned pale rapidly.

The after-effects of burning blood are beginning to erupt!

And even more so Delen. York's discomfort was the sharp pain in his head.

He was familiar with such sharp pains—whenever he had calculated too much.

Just need a break.

However, this time......

"I can't rest, I can't rest......"

Delen. York admonished himself, but his body's instincts caused him to fall unconscious.

A moment later, two figures appeared not far away.

Both were dressed modestly, one teenager and the other middle-aged.

Young people, with smart eyes, looking left and right, giving people a sense of cleverness.

The middle-aged man, with an ordinary face and a stubble sighing, his gray-white hair was hugged by a turban of a similar color, only a few strands were exposed, and fluttered up with the movement of his emaciated, slender body.

A long sword with a slightly tattered scabbard was held in the opponent's hand.

"Teacher, dead man! Hey, there's a guy who didn't die! Are we going to save him? ”

Kulok exclaimed.

"Hmm......"

Chastain looked at Delen. York, then, his eyes were drawn to the footprints of the ground that had not yet been washed away by the rain, and in an instant, Chastain's mind came to mind the man who had been pierced through his chest by the sword, and the comatose man had been cornered and then died.

"What an interesting swordsmanship - save him!"

Chastain muttered to himself, and then, speaking straight to his disciple.

"Yes, Teacher!"

Kulok nodded.

PS first update ~ (to be continued......) R1292