In the canyon behind the ice, the soldiers gathered around Solandelle in tears, and they were at a loss for what to do.

So far, it has been Solandale who is planning the overall situation, and when General Larsen was killed and the frozen fortress was on the verge of collapse, it was she who gathered the morale of the army and made an evacuation plan.

When the visitors from outside the sky shot down the Wang Qi and the morale of the front-line soldiers fluctuated, she carried the last flag alone and suppressed the formation that was about to collapse.

When thousands of ferocious saber-toothed tiger cavalry were in hot pursuit, she also set up an ambush and buried the most elite saber-toothed tiger cavalry troops of the remnants of the Six Kings with a risky move, turning the tide of the tide.

At first, everyone was suspicious and worried about her, thinking that Solan was trying to use everyone to protect herself.

However, every minute and every second after the start of the war, Solandale has not retreated from the front line, doing her best to save more people, and the soldiers have already carved their trust in her in their bones, and they can't do without her.

Now that Solandel is down, there's still so much to go to go, and who else can take them home...

Garrot held Solandelle covered in blood in his arms, feeling the temperature on her body being carried away by the wind and snow little by little, and the tearful eyes were no longer light.

Before leaving, he promised Perseus that he would protect Solandale, but he finally failed his promise to his old man.

If Solandale was killed in battle first, it would be considered loyal, but now that Solandale is dead, he is still alive.

For a knight, it is a great sorrow and shame for the princess he guards to die in front of him.

He hated the meanness of the visitors, and he hated the incompetence of himself in his old age...

When everyone wept helplessly, the unicorn squeezed through the crowd and leaned over to Solandale, rubbing his face against his motionless master, his throat constantly letting out a short mournful hiss, and clear tears flowed from his eyes.

Seeing this scene, everyone was even more sad, even the riding beast shed tears for the death of its master, and the mood of others can be imagined.

At that moment, suddenly, the unicorn raised its front hooves and let out a narrow roar, bursting out of the crowd and slamming into the hard rock wall next to it.

"Boom!"

Under the unicorn's impact, the rock wall was knocked into a dent by the long horn in its forehead.

The soldiers were stunned, wondering why the unicorn was hitting the wall, and in order to prevent it from continuing to harm itself, they ran forward in groups and tried to hold on to the reins to control it.

However, contrary to the previous docile norm, the unicorn broke free of control like crazy, kicked away all the soldiers who tried to get close, lowered its head and raised its horns, and slammed into the rock wall.

"Boom!" Under the violent impact, the long horn of the pen, which symbolized holiness, was knocked crooked.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

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The unicorn didn't seem to feel pain, and it struck again and again, twisting and cracking the horn, leaving a faint mottled mark of blood on the rock wall.

"Knock !!" With one last thump, the unicorn's horn was shattered completely, and scarlet blood gushed out, wetting its sideburns, which were as white as winter snow.

Under the stunned gaze of the crowd, the unicorn staggered to Solandale's side, knelt on the ground, and pressed his head to the fatal wound on Solandale's chest, allowing the blood of the broken horn to flow inside.

A miracle also happened at this time, Solandelle's gunshot wound in the heart was constantly bleeding, and he couldn't hold down his clothes, but when the blood of the unicorn's broken horn flowed in, the blood was stopped in a breath, and the wound slowly healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and even the miserable little white face was faintly bloody.

After an initial pause, Garrot quickly poked his finger in front of Solandale's nose.

Originally, Solandelle's breathing was almost gone, and she couldn't feel it anymore, but now her breath is back, although her breath is as thin as a cicada's wings, and it may disappear again at any time, and her consciousness has no signs of awakening, but compared to the dead state just now, it has obviously improved a lot.

Garrot stared blankly at the bloody unicorn and muttered, "Blood of broken horns, resistance to death... The legend turned out to be true. ”

No one could have imagined that in the troubadour's singing, the unicorn could distinguish the unclean as fake, and the effect of the blood of the broken horn was real!

When a unicorn voluntarily cuts off the horn that condenses the essence of life, the blood in the horn can heal the wound and help the person resist death!

This legend is difficult to verify, not only because of the scarcity of unicorns, but also because it is almost impossible to make unicorns "voluntary", people and animals cannot communicate directly, and animals full of bestiality can be willing to hurt themselves.

However, today, in the middle of this icy and snowy canyon, a unicorn voluntarily broke its horn and saved its master with his own life, explaining to the world what a miracle is.

By the time the unicorn's severed horn was bleeding, Solandale's wounds had healed, and he collapsed to the ground weakly, his breathing getting weaker and weaker, and his eyes could hardly be opened, so he moved his head to Solandale with the last of his strength and died in his master's arms.

After a long silence, one of the imperial guards asked in a trembling voice, "Is Your Highness still alive?" ”

After probing Solandale's breathing, Garrot touched her pulse again, and said in a daze, "The signs are very weak, but the breath and pulse are there, and they are still alive!" ”

The soldiers were overjoyed at first, but soon became worried: "Your Highness is unconscious, and those barbarians are chasing after you, can we still go back to the Cold Valley..."

The morale that had just been boosted by the miracle fell to the freezing point again, like the frost and snow flying around.

At this moment, for some reason, Garrot fell silent, his eyes full of iron determination.

Garrot picked Solandale up and put her in the arms of one of the royal guards, and said in a deep voice, "To the south, you can only take Your Highness to the south, protect her at all costs, and bring her back to the interior." ”

The imperial guard was stunned for a moment, and looked at Garrot blankly: "What about you?" ...”

"I originally shouldered the responsibility of protecting His Highness, but later I put the cart before the horse, but was guarded by His Highness, and even caused her to be plotted by thieves..." Only to repay His Highness with death. ”

The royal guards looked at Garrot like this, and seemed to realize something in their hearts, they wanted to stay, but they were infected by the unshakable and firm eyes, and all their words turned into a noble military salute.

Garrot walked up to the Imperial Guard, lingered at Solandelle as if she was sleeping, gently stroked her hair, and her gentle voice echoed in the cold wind: "One day, my name will cease to exist, and all those who are saved will remember you." ”

"Farewell, Your Highness Princess."