Archdemon

The fat middle-aged female mercenary who had persuaded Afree before laughed dryly and said, "So they are all acquaintances of Her Highness Afree. Don't be so nervous... Don't be nervous..."

While speaking, the female mercenary signaled to A Luo on the opposite side with her eyes not to draw her sword.

Although A Luo was young, he was not stupid. At this time, his breathing gradually calmed down, and his body remained in a vigilant posture, but he did not draw his long sword.

Huo Ling continued to eat the roasted rabbit. The whole roasted rabbit quickly entered his stomach, and even the bones were not left. Huo Ling ate it up like eating biscuits.

"How did you bring Afree out?"

Huo Ling waved his hand gently, and the rabbit grease on his hands disappeared. He looked at the old mercenary on the opposite side and asked.

The old mercenary did not hesitate. He said slowly: "The guards of the Ant Empire are not strong. This is the territory of the Ant Empire. No one would dare to attack the royal guards, so they are not very vigilant.

We just raided their convoy when most of the guards were resting. The shield guards and I entangled their officers, and A Luo took the others to take Her Highness A Fulei away. It's that simple."

"Pah, pah, pah!"

Huo Ling chuckled and clapped his hands, his face full of admiration.

This plan sounds simple, but it is not so easy to implement. The guards of the Ant Empire will not be less than the guards sent by the Kingdom of Alto.

The guards of the Kingdom of Alto have more than 200, including two of the gold rank, and the guards of the Ant Empire are definitely above this.

"Sir, can you let them go? I am willing to go back with you!" A Fulei, with red eyes, gritted her teeth and said softly.

"A Fulei! No!" The young man A Luo pulled out the long sword from his waist with a swish.

As a result, the next second, the young man attracted Huo Ling. He just blew lightly, and A Luo was blown away as if he was hit by a wind spell.

"Crack, crack~"

The whole way was filled with the sound of A Luo breaking tree branches. As for what happened to A Luo himself, at most he might have some fractures, which should not be a big deal.

The old mercenary stood up suddenly. Although A Luo had no blood relationship with him, he had watched him grow up since he was a child. Now this situation made him worried, but he did not impulsively draw his weapon.

A Fulei stood up quickly, stretched out her hand to stop him, and said: "Don't be impulsive, Lord Huo Ling... He is my father's court mage!"

As soon as these words came out, it was like pouring a bucket of cold water on the heads of other mercenaries, and their breathing became heavy.

The court mages of the Kingdom of Alto are very strong, and every court mage can obtain the status of a noble.

A golden-rank court mage could easily kill all of their mercenaries, not to mention that this was a court mage.

A powerful man from the Holy Land!

If this court mage wanted to kill them, he didn't even need to move a finger to crush all seven or eight people.

Huo Ling stretched out his hand and grabbed Afulei. The shadow of his body in the moonlight covered Afulei. Huo Ling reached out and stroked Afulei's face, saying: "Afulei, your father gave you two choices.

"The first one is to go back with me. He will arrange for someone to send you to the Ante Empire to complete your marriage."

"The other choice is that I will send you to another place. From now on, you will live in anonymity. You can no longer tell others that you are Augustine's daughter, and you will no longer be a princess."

"Which one do you choose? "Huo Ling's hand lifted Afulei's chin.

It's not that Huo Ling is attracted to her. Women are a little attractive to Huo Ling's body, but not to the projection.

"Afulei, you can't go back. If you go back, you will really become a victim!" A Luo, who was blown away by Huo Ling, struggled and shouted in the distance.

The expressions of the other people around also seemed to have something to say. They looked at Afulei.

"Silence!" Huo Ling's low voice sounded, making these people feel as if a biting cold wind was blowing.

Afulei's face was full of hesitation, and her mouth opened and closed.

Finally, Afulei seemed to have thought it through. She sighed for a long time, then looked at the mercenaries around her with nostalgia, and said in a crying voice: "Thank you for saving me! I failed you all! "

Finally, Afulei looked at Huo Ling, she knelt slightly and bowed, lowered her head and said: "Please take me back, Lord Huo Ling, I think my father must be waiting anxiously..."

While speaking, the tears on Afulei's face were like a broken string.It kept dripping.

"No! Afulei!!!" The injured young man A Luo in the distance was still shouting at the top of his lungs.

The shouting made Afulei's body tremble violently, but she still stretched out her hand, grabbed the corner of Huo Ling's clothes, and said, "Let's go, sir."

Huo Ling lowered his head and looked at the little girl. He laughed, but did not persuade Afulei. Everyone should be responsible for their own choices.

Is Afulei miserable? Compared with her identity, she is not miserable. If she is miserable, then what are those magic soldiers who have lost their wisdom?

What are those serfs whose families were destroyed because of the outbreak of war?

A speck of dust in the era, falling on ordinary people, is a mountain that cannot be crossed.

Huo Ling waved his hand and opened a portal in this open space. He ignored other people and pulled Afulei in.

"No!!!" The young man A Luo shouted in grief and anger as he watched Afulei disappear.

But this mercenary group could not change anything. Their strength was pretty good among adventurers, but when facing a country, it was far behind.

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After passing through several portals in succession, Huo Ling returned to the palace with Afulei.

After feeling the spatial aura of the portal, Augustine and Ciri, two saints, arrived quickly.

When Augustine looked at the petite figure following behind Huo Ling, he still lost his composure, but he regained his resolute face in an instant.

Ciri had a look of regret on his face. He wanted to say something, but thousands of words finally turned into a sigh: "Alas..."

Augustine's steady voice sounded: "Afulei, have a good rest. I will arrange someone to send you to Ant in a few days."

After that, Augustine turned and left.

Afulei knelt slightly behind him and saluted. Her crisp voice sounded: "Yes... Your Majesty!"