West's Summer [Comprehensive English and American]

The night is cold as water.

Running in the dark forest covered with mist, all I could hear was the crisp cracking sound of stepping on dead branches.Although it is almost spring at this time, the chill of severe winter has not faded from this deep forest.Countless towering giant trees are hidden in the darkness, with eyes full of mist, as if the gods hidden outside the world are silently looking down on the wilderness chase under their feet.

— Arthur was really getting annoyed now.

From being the prince of Camelot to being crowned as the throne, there have been countless assassinations against him over the years, and he himself is almost used to it.Brushing shoulders with death, chasing, interrogating, questioning the instigator... This series of procedures is as familiar as it is carved in the bone.Therefore, if Arthur has any feelings about the assassination on May Day, it is just a kind of powerlessness and heartlessness about "although I was the one who was almost killed, but I will not be surprised by such things anymore". stuffed.

But when the escaped leader of the Assassins crossed the castle's winding maze of corridors and took Gwen hostage, fresh from the kitchen, everything changed.

Follow the traces left by your opponents deep into the jungle.Because it has been raining for a long time, and the visibility in the suburbs at night is very low, the knights around the king have dispersed to search, and the only ones following Arthur are Gawain, Lancelot, and West who chased out worriedly. That's all.Stopping on a gentle slope where the footprints disappeared, there was no indication of Gwen's current location as far as the eye could see. The faces of the four of them were not very good-looking, especially Arthur and Lancelot.

——This is actually very easy to understand. People are always more concerned about what they care about.If it were Merlin or Gaius who lost it right under his nose, his expression might be even scarier than theirs.

Thinking of this, knowing that there is no time to waste here, West reached out and fiddled with the earring of his right ear.Although he can't use any abilities in front of Arthur and the others, he should quietly use his special time-traveling trait to determine the location of the hostages. It shouldn't be a big problem.

After all, no matter how much he hides himself, he is still essentially a mutant who relies on supernatural powers.

Letting go of his consciousness and gradually extending along the wind, West carefully felt every trace of the feedback from the airflow.Just like what he once did in that apartment in London, he went back to all the black and white time fragments in the brainstorming until he found the truth he wanted.

"This way."

That's it, just half an hour.When Arthur and the others looked at the forest in front of them and were at a loss, they found that the boy behind him who was still wearing a servant's vest had already stepped forward and stepped on the path in front of the right.

"Serena?"

Doubt followed.It didn't take long before the assassin and Gwen were found again. Gao Wen's expression was very subtle:

"How did you know you should go here?"

"intuition."

Turning his head back, the boy winked at the knight slyly, and curled the corners of his mouth.

……

So, when they finally saw the skirt of the kidnapped maid's clothes among the trees, based on instinct, several of them felt a very strange and strange feeling.

The most obvious example is that the assassin saw that they did not continue to flee, but the old god was standing under the tree, holding the end of the rope that bound Gwen's hands.Yipai smiled lightly at the pursuers.

——"Things are deceitful!"

Arthur and Lancelot, whose thinking circuits were more or less the same, reacted almost immediately.

——"There is an ambush here."

And what West thinks is obviously closer to the truth than theirs.As an X-Men who has experienced similar scenes, not to mention other missions, the ambush by Yi Laizhe alone was enough to teach him a profound lesson.

——"He also has a bad stomach?"

He also spoke almost at the same time as the other three, but his thoughts were completely different.Regarding this very characteristic description of Kowen, West, Arthur, and Lancelot suddenly felt powerless, "Is this guy really living in the same world as us?"

"At first I was worried that you would not take the bait, but now it seems that I am worrying too much."

Jokingly patted Gwen, who stared wide-eyed in horror.Seeing the angry expressions of Arthur and Lancelot, the man snapped his fingers, and a dozen horse thieves wrapped in black cloaks suddenly appeared from the surrounding open bushes.

"Can the king and his first knight pursue this point regardless of safety, is our lady maid much more attractive than imagined?"

"Let her go, Saxon!"

The knuckles holding the hilt of the sword were all white from the force, and Knight Lancelot's eyes were burning with anger, and he was no longer his usual gentle and elegant appearance.

Taking a step forward, he raised his long sword in an attacking posture.Although Arthur didn't speak, his actions clearly expressed the same meaning.

"Keep your lives, and I will let her go."

With a sneer, the man slipped out a short knife from his cuff and put it on the maid's waist, while winking at his companions around him.

After receiving the signal, the killers who had been ambushing here for a long time also nodded to each other, pulled out the scimitars around their waists, and pointed at West and the others in unison.

——Things are a bit difficult to handle.

If they didn't agree with each other, they immediately fought.Because Gwen was in the opponent's hands, none of them dared to act rashly, so they had to use their swords to resist the enemies around them that were several times their size.But fortunately, Arthur, Gawain, and Lancelot are all seasoned veterans. As one of the best knights in the round table, no matter how many obstacles there are, they will not be too weak for a while.

Not to mention West.Although he can't use his ability to blow all these people away in public, and according to this guy himself, he is not good at hand-to-hand combat, but in fact, there are obviously many people who are worse than him... The enemy came and got a heavy blow to the stomach. West made a wrong step and was about to turn around and fight again, only to find that the unlucky guy who had been hit by him had fallen to the ground, foaming at the mouth, and completely lost consciousness.

...Having dealt with superheroes for too long, he seems to be a little too demanding of these ordinary people?

Touching his nose, he tilted his head to avoid the knife stabbing him in the back.The young man didn't even look at it, he directly reached out and grabbed the attacker's wrist, and with a single effort, the fragile wrist bone was broken from the joint.

"Damn it, do you want to see how I cut out her heart?!"

Probably did not expect the strength of the four of them to be so strong.Seeing that his companions could not attack for a long time and could not kill King Arthur, the assassin became a little impatient.He took a step forward, but the short knife in his hand was still lying in front of Gwen. He signaled to the killers to stop, and there was a flash of malice in his eyes.

"Throw away your sword, King Arthur .

The blade sharply went upwards, barely stopping in front of the maid's forehead, piercing a little red between her brows.The man demanded so harshly, and at the same time, Gwen's terrified scream pierced the dark silence above the forest.

"Serena!" With his eyes, he signaled the knights to follow suit, and at the same time he called out as a warning and was about to put another boy on the opponent.Arthur's expression hidden in the darkness was extremely ugly: "What exactly do you want?"

"I want you, and your servant to die." The expression was distorted for a moment because of the ferocity, and the corner of the man's mouth was cruelly bent.

What they said next, West didn't listen carefully.He has dealt with many such situations before, so now he is not as nervous as the other three.In fact, he has many ways to solve the deadlock immediately and make things develop in a good direction, such as brain control or directly using airflow to strangle the person who hijacked Gwen to death.But the premise of everything is that he is willing to expose his abilities in front of these people.

And now, there seems to be no choice left.

After dialing the stud on the right ear, West locked the brainwaves of everyone present.Consciousness skipped the gentle slope behind a certain towering tree, but was suddenly taken aback for no reason.

"You let her go, and I'll let you handle it."

And here, the conversation between Arthur and the assassin was coming to an end.Ignoring the disapproving eyes of Gao Wen and even Lancelot, the king faced the sword with a resolute look, and was about to push aside the knights in front of him and walk towards the foreign killers who wanted his life.

At this moment, a sudden change occurred.

When the canopy above the head made a low sound that didn't sound like the wind blowing, the young man who had been standing quietly behind Arthur suddenly swayed, and appeared in front of a Saxon holding a dagger, and raised his hand with a beautiful blow Elbow.At the same time, the branch above Gwen's head suddenly snapped and fell between her and the kidnapped assassin.Before everyone realized what had happened, a thin figure suddenly sprang out from nowhere on the gentle slope behind the assassin, bumped into the man's back heavily, and pushed him far away from the maid.Immediately afterwards, the short knife captured by West also came through the air, just inserted into the space where the two figures on the ground were entangled, forcing the assassin to give up the fight with the opponent and dodge to dodge.

"Thanks, Serena!"

Pulling Gwen, who was still in shock, ran back to his camp.Merlin, who had just come out of the Druids' land, wiped off the dirt rolling out of his face among the dead branches and leaves, and happily waved to the boy who cooperated tacitly.

"You came too slowly." From the corner of the eye, the three of Arthur picked up the sword again after a brief moment of stupefaction. West complained half-truthfully, fell over his shoulder, and wanted to go to the mage The troublesome killer fell to the ground.

"Your brother knows how to fight more than you, Merlin... Take Gwen and stay with West, don't make trouble for me."

Without hostages, naturally there will be no worries.Arthur waved his sword to meet the assassins who seemed a little scared again, and he still had time to turn around and explain to his servant.

"Okay...although I'm not useless at all."

As a mage, if someone blocked him, he would not try to be brave enough to fight close to him like a warrior.Merlin protected Gwen, and West protected the two of them, and from time to time secretly used magic or superpowers to make a little trip under everyone's noses-chanting a spell silently to straighten a crooked tree root, so that the person who was pounced on Wei Sturt's killer fell all over his face.The black-haired boy happily poked his head out from behind the boy, and was about to say something, but was almost pierced by the flying dagger.

"Okay, I know you're amazing, hurry up and don't get hurt, or Gaius will put a cockroach in my dinner!!"

Pressed his head and stuffed him back.West caught the long sword stabbing at his eyes with his backhand, and suddenly felt tired.

……

It didn't take long, and under the intentional or unconscious cooperation of several people, the unilateral killing in the forest finally came to an end.

Among the groaning Saxon assassins.They looked at each other and remained silent for a while, and then all focused on the face of a dazed brown-haired boy. Obviously, their ferocious impression of him had reached an unprecedented new level.

Captain America Steve Rogers once commented very pertinently that Wester Xavier's fighting style is actually the same as himself, with absolutely abnormal bloodthirsty and madness hidden under the normal calm appearance.Compared with Arthur and Lancelot, who uphold the orthodox concept of knights, and Gao Wen, who likes to play rogues and tricks, West's attacks are obviously more merciless, even cruel... Those who fell on him Almost all of the killers around had a part of their body twisted off with their bare hands—mostly their necks—and the only one who survived was because Merlin wanted to question the mastermind behind the scenes, but almost all his ribs were broken.With such an injury, this kind of medical treatment lags behind. Even if he did not die on the spot, without magical help, he would not be able to survive for a few more days.

"Have you been like this ever since?"

His eyes were a bit complicated, remembering that this guy did not hesitate to wipe the neck of a hapless assassin with a knife at a banquet not long ago, Arthur frowned disapprovingly.If it wasn't for this assassination, he still wouldn't be able to see that this simple-looking young man would have such a heavy hostility... And this kind of person, if he hasn't been immersed in killing for many years and has become accustomed to treating life as nothing, or is too good at it. Hide with a mask.

"Which?" The boy obviously didn't feel what he had done, his eyes were innocent and confused: "If I don't kill them, they will hurt you, isn't that right?"

Shaking his head, although this is indeed true, it cannot be a reason to persuade Arthur to rest assured.He paused, turned to himself and realized what West had done to the black-haired manservant at this moment, and there was a hint of suspicion in his probing eyes: "Merlin, he is your brother? Huh?"

He opened his mouth, but found that he didn't know how to explain.Thinking of the admonitions given to him by the druid priests, West bears a blood debt that they can never imagine.There seemed to be something flashing in the light gray eyes of the black-haired mage, thoughtful.

And too indulged in this embarrassing silence, when Merlin realized that a dagger was coming from behind him and was about to sink into the back of his heart, it was too late to avoid it.

"Merlin—!!"

As the valet stood in front of Arthur and Corwain blocking their view, West, like Merlin, turned his back on the assassin, and Lancelot whispered to comfort the frightened, so it seemed that neither of them had time in time. Stop this last blow.

However, when the sharp blade that shone with cold light was about to pierce the black-haired boy's clothes, it miraculously did not advance half a point... not just the dagger, which exploded in the forest with a palpitating force, Everything around him seemed to be still as well.No matter the evening wind, fallen leaves, or the bright and lonely starlight above the sky.

Except for one person.

Turning around slowly, reaching out to take down the sharp blade suspended in mid-air, West's expression was terrifyingly calm.It seems that he has had such a strange habit since a long time ago, the heavier the killing intent in his heart, the more empty and indifferent his eyes will be.

Almost.

Just a little.

His eyes moved to the attacker who had exhausted his last bit of strength.That strange face was distorted in the field of vision, as if it coincided with Yi Laizhe's ferocious smile in the laboratory at the bottom of the Alps for many years.

It was there that he lost almost everything he could have.And just a little bit short, the nightmare that once lingered in the middle of the night will reappear in this time and space again.

"Wait, Wei..."

He raised the corner of his mouth coldly.All he could see in his eyes was Dr. Yi's face that he hated to the core. West turned the sharp knife in his hand at random, and then without hesitation, ruthlessly threw it towards the darkest corner of his memory.

"West!!"

The glinting blade pierced the man's throat and shattered all illusions together.Blood splattered, but memories faded away like a tide. When the young man was placed in the cold and humid forest in the middle of the night again, as if waking up from a dream, what he saw again was the hand of Arthur and others on the hilt of the sword, and the eyes in their eyes. Undisguised surprise and vigilance.

Nothing was explained.Wester paused, then turned around slowly, facing the pair of light-colored gray pupils overflowing with disappointment and disbelief.

——He saw his reflection like a demon.