Working Prophet.

Chapter 689 The Expected Ambush

Miss Rabbit waited for another two hours, and she was a little bored. She took off the electronic pet egg hanging around her neck and picked it up for a while.

Just as the female lord was breathing heavily, her guests tonight finally arrived late.

Sharjah and others have been observing outside the castle for a long time, and they have found a flight route that can bypass the line of sight of the guards on the outer wall.

Using the night as cover, they quietly came to the top of the castle.

Caleb and Sidia took the lead, passed through the long and narrow windows, and landed in the empty corridor.

Contrary to their expectations, there were no guards there.

so lax?

Caleb and Sidia glanced at each other, and there was a hint of confusion in each other's eyes.

However, they have visited many noble mansions along the way. Due to the strong inertia in the past, most of the imperial nobles lacked the necessary precautions against the dangers from the sky.

The owner of this castle may have decided that the guards in the town were competent enough, or that the guards on the outer wall of the castle were reliable enough, so he did not arrange any more people outside the room.

In addition, it may also be out of strong confidence in one's own force, feeling that one does not need to be protected by others.

With Ilea as the champion of the tournament, perhaps this explanation is closer to the truth.

Caleb and Sidia didn't hesitate for too long, because Sharjah and the others might be spotted by a guard looking around at any time outside, so they waved out the window as agreed.

Soon, fourteen black shadows with a breath of death descended on the corridor one after another.

Sharjah was the last one to arrive. He folded his large and powerful wings, passed through the stone window sideways, landed firmly on the ground, and said softly.

"Which room is Ilea in?"

"I don't know, we didn't see the guard." Caleb said, "Maybe we can tie a maid or something to ask."

"The maids generally live in the lower floors." Balan said, after looting many noble mansions along the way, he also began to do some research on those noble fortresses.

While everyone was still talking, Sharjah saw another white mouse running in front of him.

Like Sidia said, there are too many rats in this place.Does that noblewoman named Ilea completely ignore it?

Just when Sharjah was thinking this way, the door of a room not far from him suddenly opened, and a woman who looked like a maid walked out of it.

She seemed to be taken aback when she saw the group of uninvited guests in the corridor outside the door.

Sharjah ordered, "Kill her."

However, before Caleb could shoot the arrow in his hand, the maid had already fled back into the house.

This time, without Sharjah's order, Balan and others who were closest to him followed closely behind.

They followed the maid and rushed into her room, where there were... four other maids.

Everyone is holding a strange white object in their hands.

At the same time, the other doors next to Sharjah and the others were also pushed open, and a group of maids behind the door raised the same gadgets in their hands.

The scene in front of them caused a strange feeling in the hearts of all the winged warriors present.

There is no doubt that their raid tonight has long been known.But the problem is, the opponents they are facing are just a group of... maids?
And what is that thing in the hands of those maids? It doesn't even have a sharp edge. Can that kind of thing really kill people?

As if to answer the doubts in their hearts.

The ear-piercing roar pierced the tranquility of the night, and the fire and white smoke spewed out from the primer plate and gun barrel, and soon diffused in the corridor.

Sensing the danger at the last moment, Sharjah opened his mouth to call his companions to retreat, but the next moment he felt a pain in his waist, and then his lower abdomen and thighs also ached.

Sharjah reached out and touched it, feeling his fingers were sticky, and at the same time smelled the smell of blood in his nose.

He realized that he was wounded, but he could never see where the enemy's sword was.

How can this be? !
Sharjah's eyes widened. As the strongest fighter of the Wing Clan, although he is not very old, he has already experienced countless battles, but no battle is as bizarre as it is now.

He didn't even know how he was hurt.

This made Sharjah feel a sense of panic that he hadn't seen for a long time, and he almost forgot how long he hadn't experienced this feeling.

Because in the past, this was a nightmare he bestowed on his opponents.

Asu's eager voice brought him back to reality, "No, it's a sacred weapon of the Shuangxiu religion, damn it, why are there so many!"

"Holy... Hallows?" Sharjah murmured, and he remembered what Asyah had said before, saying that the female lord named Ilea had the holy utensils bestowed by Saturday in her hand.

Very powerful, Moen of the Gray Eagle Tribe was defeated by that sacred artifact.

Sharjah was also wary of the holy artifact, otherwise he wouldn't wait until everyone in the castle was asleep, but the question was why there were so many holy artifacts, every maid had them.

But now is not the time to dwell on this issue, Sharjah knew they had to retreat.

The number one warrior of the Winged Human Race has completely lost his fighting spirit, and he just wants to leave here as soon as possible, leave the western border, and escape as far as possible.

So he looked at Balan, hoping that his childhood playmate would help him cut off his back, but what he saw made him gasp.

I saw Balan, who had always been brave and superb in martial arts, just fell to the ground at this moment, his round eyes were full of disbelief.

But he couldn't say anything anymore, because there was a blood hole in the middle of his brow, which was bleeding out continuously.

Sharjah's heart was cold.

Balaam... is actually dead?It wasn't just Balaam. Sharjah looked around and found that several people on his side had already fallen down. Some of them were as unresponsive as Balaam, and some were wailing in pain on the ground.

Sharjah didn't look any further, he turned around and ran towards the window, but someone moved faster than him.

Asu was standing by the window, and in the round of attack just now, Caleb next to him happened to help him block most of the attacks. Asu was not injured. A body got out of the window.

Then he saw a rain of arrows attacking him outside the window, but it was the defenders on the city wall who were shooting arrows at him.

Asu quickly retracted his neck, and then he felt his body being pushed away.

After that, Sharjah couldn't wait to get into the window, but at this moment, the maids had finished reloading and fired another round of salvo.

And they also saw Sharjah's identity as the leader. At least six lead bullets hit Sharjah's body this time.

Sharjah let out a scream and finally fell to the ground.

(End of this chapter)