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Jarvan IV, who was riding his bicycle, suddenly stepped on the brakes and stopped, and the soldiers following behind him also hurriedly stepped on the brakes and stopped.

"Your Highness, there is a space mine here. We have to ride to the forest at least before we can rest." said the man named Alberk who took over Ted's position as adjutant.

Jarvan IV simply frowned and shook his head, glancing back at the soldiers behind him. "Do you smell blood?"

The soldiers looked at each other, a hint of confusion flashing across their faces.

"Isn't that the smell from this bicycle? When we killed those bastards, their blood splattered on it."

"Maybe it's the smell of rust?" another soldier suggested. "It snows occasionally these days, and the air is humid. There are traces of rust on this bicycle."

"No, it's the smell of fresh blood... Are any of you hurt?"

Seeing that everyone shook their heads in denial, Jarvan IV was ready to lower his head to think about where the extremely bland smell of blood that entered his nostrils came from.

Suddenly, he seemed to realize something, and immediately widened his eyes and looked up at his subordinates again.

"1, 2, 3... 17, 18, 19? How come there are only 19 people?!"

Hearing the prince's exclamation, the soldiers immediately counted the number of people and found that they didn't know when one person was missing.

"Report, Morris is missing!"

Jarvan IV paused for less than a second before getting off his bike and grabbing his Dragon Spear, assuming an offensive and defensive stance. "Enemy attack, prepare for battle!"

The other soldiers also realized the seriousness of the problem. They immediately got off their bicycles, took off the shields on their backs, formed a defensive circle, and surrounded the prince in the center.

But after five or six minutes, the cunning enemy still did not appear.

"Your Highness... We haven't gotten far enough away from the Noxian pursuers. We can't waste any more time here." Alberk reminded worriedly.

Jarvan IV closed his eyes and remained silent, just clenching his dragon spear, his expression solemn and his brows twisted into a knot.

After a while, he suddenly opened his sharp eyes, grabbed the sword at his waist, and threw it in a certain direction like a javelin, just like he had thrown the Demacia flag before.

Seeing the prince's actions, the soldiers' attention turned to the direction where the sword was flying.

But the next second, they were all dumbfounded.

Jarvan IV's sword suddenly froze in mid-air, as if it had pierced an invisible wall of air.

Immediately afterwards, a dark red blood mist suddenly appeared around the sword, crushing the sword body, which was made of special materials and of top quality by Demacia's top royal blacksmiths, into pieces.

Jarvan IV narrowed his eyes, his expression becoming more serious.

"As expected of the prince of Demacia, I've always done things flawlessly. Capturing that soldier didn't cause any commotion. How could they even detect our presence?"

The voice of a middle-aged, cold-hearted woman came from the blood mist, which was not normal.

Then, the blood mist slowly fell from the sky and condensed into a white-haired middle-aged woman wearing Noxian standard plate armor and a scarlet cloak.

There was a faint and indifferent smile on the corner of her mouth, and her skin was sickly pale, as if she had not been exposed to the sun for a long time.

The pair of scarlet eyes, like blood agate, flashed red light, and the sharp eyes looked at Jarvan IV, giving him the feeling of his skin being cut by a knife.

"Tsk, dirty vampires..."