[Beauty and the Beast] Rose Castle

The flying bird tattoo on Ulysses' face means that he is already a member of the Warlock.I once saw a description of a warlock in a book.Witchcraft is different from witchcraft. The threshold for witchcraft is very low. As long as you show your loyalty to Satan and sacrifice your soul, you can practice it. Witchcraft has a certain threshold, and not everyone can learn it.And long-term practice of magic, prone to palpitations, hallucinations and other symptoms, the personality will become extreme and gloomy.

I heard that in order to control the newly joined witches, the Witches of the "Enemy League" will hold a black mass before they show their loyalty to Satan. All those who volunteer to become witches must spit on the gods and kill babies. Poison the livestock in the nearby village 1... Only after doing this, can one be qualified to practice magic.I can't believe that Ulysses has come to this point because of the so-called "hatred".

I have always felt that both he and Lambert are victims of royal power. I can't tell who is right and who is wrong, but he puts all the faults on Lambert. Is it true that he can't see the truth, or is he just doing this? , in order to be freed from the hatred that cannot find the target?

I couldn't help raising my voice and said, "Ulysses, do you really think Lambert is responsible for all this?"

Ulysses replied indifferently: "You are his wife, so of course you follow his lead. I won't talk nonsense with you."

"For so many years, what you hate and suffer is not the arrow on the battlefield?" I walked up and spoke in front of tens of thousands of people for the first time. The strange thing is that my voice did not tremble, probably because of Lambert Te is next to him, so there is no need to worry or fear, "Do you want a crown prince, the future king, to sacrifice the lives of innocent soldiers for his own selfishness? Although the soldiers swore to be loyal to the royal family and sacrifice their lives for the royal family, but Dying on the battlefield and being pushed to death by your own superiors are two different things!"

If it were the Ulysses from before, his complexion would have changed drastically, but now he replied casually: "Yes, he is a saint who saved three thousand lives, and he is a mighty and majestic emperor... No one can criticize his actions. But in my eyes, he is the enemy who killed my mother with his own hands." At this point, he lowered his head, quickly chanted a spell, and slowly transformed into a short sword, "Your Highness, do you Can you deny that he killed his mother with his own hands?"

I frowned: "You are simply making excuses. One person killed your mother with a knife. Instead of seeking revenge on that person, you decided to destroy the knife... Don't you think your idea is ridiculous? "

"You're wrong." Ulysses clasped his wrists!Holding the hilt of the short sword and the eagle's neck at the same time, he swooped straight towards the altar, "He is the one who killed the queen mother. If he was willing to give up the throne at that time, he would have killed three thousand birds with his own hands. Despicable life... the queen mother will not die. Brother, why do you hide behind a woman like a coward and watch her fight alone for you, this is not the behavior of a king."

The eagle's huge wings set off gusts of wind, which almost extinguished the flames of the altar.The armored guards on both sides had already held bows and arrows, ready to aim at Ulysses.I took a deep breath and was about to speak, but Lambert held my hand, shook it gently, looked at Ulysses calmly, and said, "I have nothing to say to you."

Eating and living with Lambert for such a long time, I can quickly understand every look, every tone, every movement of him. This is obviously the tone of the elders who are very disappointed with the younger ones.

But Ulysses arched his body as if being ridiculed: "I'm really fed up with your superior attitude... Do you think you are really the Son of God, so you despise and ignore everything, pretending to be so noble that even Can my biological mother give up? What if I tell you that you are not the 'Son of God'?"

I couldn't listen anymore: "Ulysses, sometimes it's not because of your identity that you do something, but what you can do with that identity. How can you be right when soldiers entrust their lives to you? They are not responsible? This is not a question of whether you are a "Son of God", but whether you are human. It is understandable that you want to save your mother, but you gave up [-] living lives for the sake of your mother's life, isn't it? Do you think your choice is in line with human nature? Lambert is right, you are really not suitable for the throne, your thinking is too simple, even I can understand the problem, but you only see it from beginning to end superficial surface."

Ulysses had bulging veins on his neck, and with a serious face, he rushed towards this side on the eagle, as if he wanted to die together.

At the critical moment, Lambert did not panic at all.He stood in front of me and looked at an armored guard.In a second, the armored guard understood what he meant, and offered the bow and arrow and quiver with both hands.Lambert holds the bow in one hand, inserts the arrow in the other hand like lightning, and pulls the bowstring to aim at Ulysses.

I'm a little worried.The bow and arrow in Lambert's hand doesn't have any magical aura, will it not be able to get close to Ulysses?

What I could think of, Lambert thought of too.He had no intention of killing Ulysses with the bow at all.I saw his movements were smooth and neat, his eyes were sharp without any hesitation, one after another!He shot three arrows in a row, each of which made Ulysses overwhelmed. In less than a few seconds, he was almost forced to fall off the eagle by the arrow.

If I were him, I would definitely choose to drive the eagle at this time and fly out of the range of the bow and arrow.After all, Lambert only has ordinary bows and arrows in his hands. If he flies farther, the bows and arrows will not be able to help him.But Ulysses' thoughts have always been unpredictable, and he actually controlled the eagle to fly above the altar, and jumped off the eagle directly.

Almost instantly, all the armored guards around pulled out their knight swords and pointed at his neck.

Ulysses knelt on the ground on one knee, raised his head and smiled unnaturally: "Brother, are you wondering why I hate you so much?"

Ulysses stood up slowly with a dagger in his hand: "Do you think I really have no ambition? Do you think I don't want to be the king over ten thousand people? Do you think I'm willing to indulge in music and painting? ?”

Lambert signaled the armored guards to retreat with one hand, and took a knight's long sword: "Since you want the throne, why don't you go for it."

"I thought about fighting for it! But the queen mother said, I am not suitable for that position, you are more suitable than me... She said, you are a born king." Ulysses was like a desperate lion, with red pupils, squatting slowly. Slowly approaching Lambert, "I believed this sentence and gave up the idea of ​​fighting for the throne until you killed our mother with your own hands... Aren't you a born king? Aren't you born for this position? Why don't you even Can't even think of a way to save my biological mother? I hate you for being incompetent, and I hate myself for being incompetent even more. I gave up the right to fight for the throne early, and I can only watch you send your mother to die!"

Lambert closed his eyes, let out a breath, and said wearily, "You really never grew up, brother."

"Indulge you for the last time. How can you let go of those unnecessary hatreds."

Ulysses paused and said, "Fight me. If you kill me, I can let go."

This was obviously an unfair duel, and no one knew what bargaining chip Ulysses had to kill. Warlocks have always been known for their treachery.But Lambert agreed: "Okay." My heart immediately rose to my throat, and I just wanted to shake my head to veto it, when I heard him order plainly: "Protect the queen."

After the words fell, the two of them fought together in an instant, and the long sword and the short sword collided heavily, making the ear-piercing sound of sharp edges rubbing against each other!sound!

I was surrounded by armored guards, unable to advance or retreat, I could only watch their fierce fight.Although the area of ​​the altar is not small, it is compared to other viewing platforms. Compared with the traditional martial arts platform, Ji Quan cannot perform his actions freely and vividly.Their duel was not so much a fight as a wandering off a cliff.

Lambert's strength is even better, but his weapon has not been forged by magic, and the smooth surface of the sword is soon covered with spider web-like lines.

Ulysses laughed mockingly, "I never thought the king would be so shabby, without even a decent long sword... But don't say I'm taking advantage of others."

"It's enough to beat you—"

Lambert didn't answer, and a second later, he suddenly let go of the long sword in his hand.Just hearing a "bang", the long sword fell to the ground and shattered into several pieces.He turned sideways to avoid Ulysses' frontal attack, circled behind him like lightning, and kicked him hard on the back.Ulysses reacted quickly, the dagger quickly chiseled towards the marble floor to stabilize his body, turned over to avoid Lambert's heavy foot, drew out the dagger and rushed over again.

The atmosphere was tense to the extreme. I don't know if it was because the armored guards were too close together, or the air on the high platform was thin. From the moment they fought, my heart never returned to its normal frequency.

I saw Lambert dodging sideways, and at the same time stepped back quickly, chanted a spell with his lips slightly moving, and slowly pulled out a knight's long sword from the air.Ulysses was startled when he saw it, and laughed sarcastically, "It's ridiculous that the 'Son of God' is practicing witchcraft."

After the words fell, the two fought together twice like lightning. After the weapons were aligned, the ear-piercing sound of the blades touching and rubbing made people's teeth sour for a while——

No matter what, Ulysses couldn't compete with Lambert's strength and moves, and he retreated in less than a moment.After he gritted his teeth and took Lambert's powerful sword, he took a few steps back uncontrollably and hit the stone railing of the altar.

The sky was gloomy, and the salt-like flying snow gradually turned into heavy snow, spinning and flying, sticking to their heads and shoulders.Under the altar, most of the people have run away, only some people are left to watch the fun or care about the safety of the emperor!whole people.

After several fights, both of them died.Lambert's black dress was cut several times, and the deepest line of blood had congealed into a lump.Ulysses was even more embarrassed than him. In addition to the wounds on his body, there were several bloodstains on his neck.

The dark clouds were like a cover, and the wind and snow roared tirelessly.The hem of Lambert's dress fluttered in the wind, and the tips of his hair were covered with crystal snowflakes.He stood tall and straight in the wind and snow, and pointed his long sword straight at Ulysses' heart: "For the sake of being close relatives of you and me, I will give you one last chance. You swear that you will never set foot in the Northland, and I will forgive you." You die."

Ulysses panted lowly, probably because the snowflakes were too dense, I saw complex emotions flashing in his eyes: "It's late, brother."

"The relationship between us is already endless. Even if you are willing to let me go, I don't want to live because of your charity." He said with a pale face, while holding his bloody palm and slowly Back off, "You let the rest of my life be shrouded in bereavement, then, I also curse you that you will not be able to escape the fate of bereavement in your life-you will die with no one, no one can continue your descendants, no one will inherit the huge kingdom……"

Having said that, he had already reached the edge of the stone railing.I couldn't see Lambert's expression, I could only see Ulysses turning over the stone railing of the altar, looking back at Lambert in the vast sea of ​​clouds: "I will not be your last relative to die."

Before the last word was completely scattered in the air, Ulysses spread his arms and jumped off the altar like a soaring bird.The eagle hissed sharply and angrily, but instead of swooping down to save him, it spun back and forth anxiously in the air, flapping its wings.

This time, Ulysses should really be dead.

Lambert shook his head, dropped the bloody knight's long sword in his hand, took me into his arms, and ordered, "Find Ulysses' body."

The armored guard took the order with his hands on his chest.

He rested his head on my shoulder and let out a low breath: "Little Rose, I'm a little tired."