Mond (2)

"Is this your method!?" Inger couldn't help but shouted.

Alex rubbed his hand that he had thrown away with all his might and said with a smile, "After thinking about it, it's most convenient to go directly to the hunting ground. No one would think of this, right? You know the fixed-point teleportation magic, which is the most convenient."

"Then why not teleport them directly into the lord's castle after they return?" Inger looked at the dense forest in front of him, bewildered.

The Daqiusha Mountains are the second largest mountain range across the center of the Onerola West Continent and are the natural boundary separating the two great empires of Livil and Chuone.

The western side of Mondstadt is close to the eastern foothills of the Great Qiusha Mountains, which retain many virgin forests and are one of the few large Warcraft settlements in the western continent.

In peacetime, the Mond family, who are full of martial virtues, have an ancient tradition of coming to the Daqiusha Mountains during the Spring and Autumn Period to hunt and hunt monsters.

Alex had a good reason. "That's different. As far as I know, there are many wizards stationed in the Lord's Palace of Mond. If we were to be teleported in like this, we would be immediately caught and beheaded as intruders. They wouldn't even care about my royal identity. Although the hunting grounds are also confined for a limited time, we can enter as an accidental intrusion to test magic. After all, no one would blame someone for entering the Monster Forest during hunting season."

Inger wanted to praise him for his meticulousness and rigorous investigation, but he still had a bad feeling: "But I don't know where they are now. The hunting grounds are so vast. What if we fall into a monster's lair?"

Alex took out the sword that he had been feeding for the past few days and said with a bright smile, "Wouldn't it be perfect to kill it as a gift when the time comes?"

Inger frowned and said in disdain, "It's barbaric and bloody."

Alex mentioned, "By the way, you can deploy two magic circles at the same time, right? You can also create a barrier while teleporting to prevent being hit by stray arrows."

Inger was very tired: "I didn't say I was going..."

Alex: "How can I go if you don't go?"

Inger gritted his teeth and lifted up his collar. "Don't talk, or you'll lose your tongue."

A familiar spell was uttered.

There was a flash of light, and the two of them opened and closed their eyes.

The dark green shade of the broad leaves of the onion enveloped them.

Spots of light leaking through the leaves flowed over the two falling people.

Due to the height difference of the terrain, his calculations were always inaccurate when determining the three-dimensional coordinates, but in line with the principle of preferring free fall to drilling a hole in the ground, he always reserved some height.

Inger cast a spell quickly, and the two of them floated near the ground for a while, then landed steadily - but nothing.

Because the ground was dark and unclear when Alex was casting the spell, he accidentally landed on something.

Inger stood still and rubbed a ball of light between his fingers.

Alex was riding and holding something warm and soft and winked at him.

Inger looked at the mount under his buttocks in surprise and moved the light over there.

A deer.

A pure white deer.

Its pair of horns are crystal white jade-colored, and there are crystal-like things embedded in its body, shining with colorful light.

However, what caught people's attention most was the pair of eyes that were wide open in fear.

Inger and Alex took one look at it and had the same illusion—they felt that this deer was no ordinary deer.

What is so special about them? In those eyes, there is vivid emotion and wisdom that is almost human.

Perhaps because of the huge shock, the two people and the deer stood still, not knowing how to react.

It was the deer that reacted first.

Normally, animals would resist violently when under stress, such as kicking their hooves to push a person off, but it didn't do that.

The pure, almost glowing white deer turned its head stiffly, like an unoiled machine, and slowly opened its mouth, then raised its chin three times in a very human manner in one direction.

Only then did the two of them notice that in this dark space, there was a group of people surrounding the three of them.

Behind them was a group of people wearing black clothes and black masks, pointing spears at them, and in front of them was a group of knights in riding costumes, pointing bows and swords at them.

The three of them seemed like helpless pigeons with nowhere to escape.

Inger reflexively raised his hand to put up the barrier. Alex rolled over, drew his sword, and took a big step back to Inger's side.

He stood there for a while.

My heart almost jumped out of my mouth.

The expected spears and arrows did not fall on them or on the barriers.

It took them three seconds to figure out the situation.

The two groups were originally fighting, and their unexpected intrusion made them dare not act rashly.

As for why there was a deer between the two groups, perhaps they encountered it while hunting?

Looking at the way the two parties are dressed, anyone with no blindness can probably guess which one to help.

Alex quickly turned his sword and Inger pointed his wand at the masked man.

"Gravity! Long locks! Sleep!"

As soon as they moved, the balance was quickly broken.

The two masked men in front faced the blunt blade that was about to graze their necks. They twisted their bodies, nimbly dodged the blow, and got up from the ground.

Alex's eyes flickered.

He is now a level 5 knight. To be able to dodge his attack so easily, he must be at least on the same level as him.

A ray of light came from behind the masked crowd and hit the magic circle pointed out by Inger two or three seconds later.

This time Alex was even more surprised, because the other side also had a wizard, and the speed of constructing magic was no less than Inger's.

Under the impact, the magic circle dissipated without hitting the execution target.

Inger raised his eyebrows. It was the first time he knew he could do this. He didn't stand there in a daze. Instead, he hit back with his backhand, creating a heavy curtain of water.

The water does not pass through as a magic circle but as a physical entity. Unless the opponent immediately understands and uses levitation or something like that to prevent the water from falling, there is no way to avoid it.

The cold water splashed all over them, soaking the thick fabric on their bodies. Their movements slowed down a bit, and the weapons and legs of the masked men who were not fast enough were removed by Alex who was chasing them.

It was at this moment that several people were decisively abandoned by their accomplices.

The surrounding smoke suddenly increased to an unimaginable level.

The knights behind also shot a few arrows and shouted, "Stop chasing! That one is a level 7 knight!"

Alex paused, looked at Inger, stepped on the masked man's shoulder, and put down the sword.

Inger nodded and raised his hand. A gust of wind blew through the trees, dispersing the thick fog.

The masked man disappeared without a trace, and from a distance, his footprints were left among the fallen leaves.

"It's teleportation magic." Inger whispered.

The knights approached quickly, and the action just now made them sure that the two uninvited guests were on their side.

"Are you a wizard? Someone is hurt!" a female voice shouted.

Inger quickly tied up the masked man and rushed over immediately.

Inger didn't care to look at anyone else, he only stared at the injured on the ground.

A young knight, the hole in his abdomen blending into his bright red riding suit, looked like it was just wet, but in fact, blood was already flowing all over the ground.

He opened his clothes, and saw the wound was horrible and blood was gushing out.

"Repair! Regeneration!"

He cast the spell with trembling hands. He felt physically averse to blood that was not his own, but he controlled himself.

The wound was not shallow, and it took him half an hour to heal it. He once again felt the fact that healing magic was the most energy-consuming and mana-consuming of all magic.

He wiped the blood with torn clothes, and when he saw the wound that had been repaired, he breathed a sigh of relief and touched other parts of the body. However, he was not a doctor and could not find anything, so he still reminded: "There must be damage to the internal organs. After the wound is repaired, there will be bruises and blood accumulation. The ribs may be broken. It is better to send him to the hospital as soon as possible..."

As he was talking, he looked up and was stopped in his tracks by the gazes of a group of tall and strong knights.

At that moment, he felt like a tiny human looking up at a giant, trembling.

Alex took him out and said, "You guys, stop scaring him."

Inger quickly ran to see the masked man, and when he turned his head, he saw that he was foaming at the mouth, his lips were purple, and he was dead.

Inger froze in his place.

Alex patted him and said, "Don't even think about it. Those people swallowed the poison when I caught them."

A woman's gentle and firm voice came from behind.

"Line up, with the captain leading the way. Place the injured in the middle of the team and take them back properly. Two people will go around to check if there are any other ambushes. One person will go and tell the Duke. Sicilian, stay with me and don't run around."

The riders moved quickly.

Inger turned around and saw a woman in elegant clothes with long hair trailing on the ground.

Her appearance was alluring and charming, her every frown and smile was tender and touching. In the dim light, a pair of deep pomegranate eyes penetrated the shadows and reached the soul.

A younger woman next to her inserted the spears in her hands into the straps behind her back and snorted coldly: "I'm not in a hurry, I'll find it sooner or later."

Her face was quite young, like a young girl who had never grown up, but her body was mature, with long limbs, a tall stature, and half-tied red hair, which had already revealed her identity.

Red hair is a dominant family gene of the Mond family. Among the three sons of the Duke, there is only one girl, Princess Sicilyan Mond.

Then, the noble lady with black hair and red eyes is the purpose of their trip, Lady Danshu Mond.

The giant demon spider's sixteen eyes are all bright red, and its entire body is pitch black just like this long thread.

She really lived up to her name in every way.

The routine may be late, but it will never be absent.

Inger wanted to look up to the sky and sigh and rub his face, but when he saw the blood on his hands, he withdrew his hands in despair.

Danshu Mond smiled gently, walked up to him and handed him a handkerchief.

"Thank you for saving our little knight."

Inger picked up the handkerchief carefully, water splashed on his hands, and the blood was quickly washed away. The handkerchief was not dirty either, it was perfect.

Madam Danshu exclaimed: "Amazing magic."

The coldness on Xixi Li'an's face faded away, and he smiled innocently, "I don't know how much better than my second brother."

Madam Dan Shu said, "I'm sorry to be surprised. Why don't you come to our mansion and have a seat first?"

Tenderness contains a strong invitation.

Inger didn't respond and turned to Alex.

The white deer did not run away in the chaos. Instead, it held the corner of Alex's clothes in its mouth, its eyes watery and sparkling, like a girl with amorous feelings, sticking to him and refusing to leave.

Inger watched the scene in silence.

Disney's prince on the run?