Heartbreaker

A brown-gray crack ran across the east and west, like a huge mouth splitting the snow-white canyon of ice.The icy blue flag fluttered in the bitter north wind, and the end of the vast snowfield led straight to the light blue sky. The sunlight was like a diamond-shaped diamond, shining on the plain curtain.

I rode on a maroon horse and walked slowly behind dozens of knights from the Winter Tirion Legion.The snow-covered rocks are like chocolate cake covered with cream.The army was climbing a steep, rugged slope, the horses' hooves clattered on the frozen ground, and the soldiers' noses were red with cold.The snow falling from the pine branches covered my cloak, Chichikov was beside me driving an old horse that was almost as weak as himself, lit a pipe, and exhaled solemnly.

"Tattoo Castle. I thought you would bring the three of them, even if it was a little undead." The old man pouted dissatisfiedly, and checked the short | crossbow in his hand, "Who knew you would take me, an old man. Satan, I can't help you in a real fight."

"I can't take Luo." I stared at the cold and frozen white ground, "He is a secret weapon. You said that your eyes can't see the future of the dead, so Elliot doesn't know Luo's existence. If so Yes, it's a trap he set, at least we still have cards to show."

Chichikov smacked his pipe and said, "Do you also know that bad luck is bad?"

I dragged my voice, "So what, when are we not dancing on the tip of the knife. Elliott can watch you and me anytime, anywhere."

"Then how many of them are Ai Er?" Chichikov glanced at the Winter Ting Army, "I think the three of them are more effective than these young soldiers."

"I wanted to take them with me, but I was rejected." I said coldly, staring at the two figures at the front of the team not far away, "Since the marshal of the Winter Ting Army has spoken, I still have to save face." To give..."

"Father, that Lemon Bone Spur has been staring at us."

Fallows was riding on a brown steed with a thick mane, his brows and eyes became more and more serious against the background of the cold wind and silver helmet, "And, he has bad intentions."

Marshal Backhouse said softly, "Calm down your hostility, Fallows, he will be the king you will protect in the future."

"Father!" Fallows couldn't bear it anymore and said, "Are you still stubborn? The identification of Princess Yang Peach may be one-sided, and this guy who only has the same name as the prince is a villain and a thief! Put aside Not to mention his red hair, I also met the real Prince Lemon when I was a child. He is kind, generous, gentle and shy, and he is very different from this brutal guy!"

The marshal said in a deep voice, "But it is undeniable that Lemon Bone Spur's facial features are indeed very similar to Prince Lemon, isn't it? Eyebrows, eyes, nose, mouth... Even if the personality is quite different from the past, that face seems to be from the same carved out of a mould."

Fallows said coldly, "Maybe it's the villain's disguise technique. That's what he used to kill Head Van Went in Flower Card Town."

The Marshal raised the reins and pinched the belly of the horse to urge the steed to move forward, "After we go to the Tattoo Castle and find the crown and holy armor, all the mysteries will be revealed. Whether he is the real crown prince or not, we can't count it based on our conjectures." .”

Fallows had a gloomy face, his angular face facing the biting cold wind.After a long time, the young knight whispered, "I hate him."

Marshal Backhouse said, "Listen, Fallows. A knight should not serve his monarch based on his personal likes and dislikes. The only thing he needs to know is justice and loyalty. If Lemon Bone Spur is really your monarch , you shouldn’t feel resentful because of his evil deeds, but help him to change his ways—”

He reined in the steed, staring at his beloved son with a pair of weather-beaten eyes, "Tell me, what is the meaning of your sword."

Fallows was stunned, put on the scabbard silently, took a deep breath, and said the oath engraved in countless days and nights.

"Fight for my king."

The icy temperature of the silver armor pressed against the skin, Faros closed his eyes, frowned, and said in a voice heavier than the thunderstorm, "It's not just the sword... It's also the meaning of my life."

"That's right." The marshal nodded in satisfaction, turned his head to look at the ice-like sky, and said, "If he is really a prince, the prince who escaped from the dragon's lair, then the Winter Ting Army will always owe him a debt." Fairness. This is our failure and our disgrace, and we must not allow the same mistake to happen again."

The young knight replied in a deep voice, "Yes, father."

****

The fool looked back at me solemnly, like a silly dog ​​just tamed by his master, proud of the sound of the bell dangling around his neck.The more he stares at me, the more clearly the way he looked at Ai Rong back then is reflected in my mind.I remember that he followed Airon like a loyal dog, hunting and practicing sword with him.Ai Rong didn't take him seriously at all, if it wasn't for the name of the Plummer family, he would have been impatient long ago.

And when I glance at him occasionally, the idiot simply nods his head as a signal, and then continues to look for the person he wants to follow with a pair of sharp eyes.

At this time, Chichikov said abruptly, "You are jealous, Raymond."

I scoffed, "Why are you jealous? Are you jealous that Airon has a good dog?"

"Oh, actually, I don't think it's necessary at all." The old god Chichikov was smoking his pipe on the ground, "You still have that little undead."

I recalled the matter that Luo drank and spit out my soul juice, and shook the reins indifferently, "If there is no summoning ceremony, he would wish to stay away from me."

"Once that little undead leaves you, you will be very uneasy." Chichikov shrank his shoulders uncomfortably, "It seems that he has been having nightmares for the past few days, and his face is full of worry when he mentions you. Thanks to him, I Now I have a bad feeling."

I said casually, "Then please go back and take good care of my little undead princess for me. Now I don't care about soothing his sensitive and slender heart."

The army circled a low hillside.I don't know how the troops in front found their way. It seems to me that the bare rocks with differentiated vegetation are all suppressed by thick white snow.I closed my eyes and felt the cold fragrance escaping from the ground after the snow. I opened my eyes again, but I couldn't help frowning.

The place I am in is no longer a wasteland of ice and snow, but a dreamlike luminous forest.The world seems to have been replaced by a pitch-black set by the stage prop master. The air in the dark night is floating with dark green light, and the remains of green leaves blowing on the ground are like undulating waves.I blinked, and the scene in my field of vision suddenly twisted like a whirlpool, swaying and fluctuating in front of my eyes as if it had been given life.A row of glowing flowers with soft stems heard my footsteps, and opened their buds one after another, revealing the small eyes on the stamens, and followed my back.

【Lemon...】

The woman's voice, coquettish and charming, lingers in my ears like the echo of the valley.I squinted my eyes, looked at the pale green fluorescent night sky, subconsciously grinned, and stroked the bone-cutting knife on my waist.

That soft and lingering voice turned into anxious panting and groaning, 【My dear, I have been waiting for you...】

I said, "Don't worry, I'm going to meet you right now, you bitch."

The woman giggled coquettishly, as if she wasn't offended by my foul language.The flowers and plants in the bushes rotted and decomposed under my feet, turning into a viscous black river, like some kind of sour and foul-smelling concoction.I heard a panicked neigh from the horse, and the black river stretched under its four hooves at some point.This tall animal struggled and screamed in the black mud like a molten pool, I cursed secretly, and under the gaze of the eyeball-like flowers all over the ground, I pulled the rein around the horse's neck, desperately trying to pull it out of the wet and sticky swamp --

"Lemon!"

A puff of acrid smoke hit my face, and Chichikov's smoke seemed to dispel the illusion that had been imposed on me.When I came back to my senses, I realized that I was pulling the rein and wrestling with this strong and stubborn horse on the flat road like a fool.

The horse screamed ghostly, disturbing the advancing team.The idiot rode over on horseback, saw that I was the center of the commotion again, and frowned, "What happened to you again, Lemon Bone Spur?"

Chichikov said before me, "It's nothing, the horse doesn't obey."

The idiot said righteously, "Old man, if something really happened to Lemon Bone Spur, I hope you will stop covering it up."

I said viciously, "None of your business, get out."

The idiot was not annoyed when I gave him a mouthful of nails, he turned his head and left very politely.The team resumed their marching order, and the imprint left on the snow was like a pool of bird droppings.I was riding a horse, and this time it was not the dark green forest that was forced into my field of vision this time, but a wild desert full of smog and dust.

Insects with black shells and long legs were drilled on the exposed rocks, and the sky seemed to be covered with a layer of gray tulle, and the brown ash particles were caught in the strong wind and hit my cheek.Every time I took a step, I felt as if I was stepping on hazy steam. I bit the back of my hand viciously, reminding myself that this was an illusion constructed for me by a certain magician. The husk of the husk encases me in it.

"..."

A river that was more salty than a stinking ditch came meandering, and the silly horse under my crotch waded in it in an open manner.Shit, this is hallucination.I kept telling myself that the smelly water had flooded my nostrils and blocked my breathing.If this is hallucination, the effect is too fucking realistic.

With a plop, I fell off the horse and rolled in dirty snow.Chichikov grabbed me again and let out another breath.I pushed his face in disgust, "Okay, old man, your tone is like pepper."

I got up from the ground, and when I looked up, I saw the knights of the Winter Ting Army forming a circle, looking at me with complicated expressions.I patted the snow particles on the skirt of my clothes, walked to the front, and saw a colorful castle dozens of feet away.The walls of the castle are painted with mysterious and weird totems. Animals, humans and strange plants are wonderfully combined, just like some ancient creatures that can be traced back to ancient times and have not yet evolved.I squinted and saw that the patterns on those walls were changing, blending and parting, and each stroke of paint was like flowing water waves spreading through the cracks in the bricks.

Marshal Backhouse walked towards me heavily, "This is the Blood Queen's castle. However, she has a proposal..."

Before he could continue speaking, a quiet voice melted into the transparent air, penetrated into my eardrums and nerves—it was the voice of the bitch who pulled me into the illusion.

——"I know the purpose of your visit to Tattoo Castle."

I patted my head and gloomily stared at the tattooed castle that was as eerie as a woman's voice.This is not a voice transmission technique aimed at me alone, other people should have heard it too.Many knights of the Winter Ting Legion pulled out their swords and waited for the opportunity to move, including that idiot who stood in front of me in a decent manner.

The woman smiled and said, "Let only Lemon Bone Spur come in, and I will agree to your request. If I find someone secretly following behind, none of you will be able to go back today."

"Don't even think about it!" the fool roared, "This is a trap, father, we can't let him go in alone!"

I glanced at him, and a brilliant sarcasm popped into my head, but I swallowed it anyway.Marshal Backhouse stared at the castle, lost in thought, seemingly unable to make a decision.

"Don't worry about it, Marshal. I'll go in directly. Anyway, your soldiers are all trash and won't be of much use." I didn't want to waste time like this.These self-proclaimed righteous people love to fall into self-contradictory situations. In fact, it’s okay to be hypocritical occasionally. At least I can’t think of a more efficient way than going alone now.

Anyway, this is not the first time, nor will it be the last time.

I stroked the bone knife.My dear darling seemed a little thirsty and restless under my fingers.The marshal and the idiot looked at me with worried eyes like cows, Satan, I can't stand it.

"You take this."

The marshal solemnly handed me a brass horn, and said, "If you are in danger, blow it, and we will immediately go into the castle to help you."

****

I didn't shirk it, and simply tied the horn around my waist.Before I left, I gave Chichikov a wink, and he nodded, his gray-blue eyes looming behind the smoke.

I swaggered to the door of the castle, and the door was covered with dense rivets with two shiny shell patterns embedded.There seemed to be a living eyeball in the middle of the shell. I poked them into pieces with one finger, and heard a hissing scream from the eyeball.

I took out my finger, and it was wet and covered with crystal sticky silk, which looked quite realistic.I stepped through the gates of the castle, and the iron gates slammed shut behind me like a claustrophobic prison.The pattern of the floor tiles under the feet is as weird as the wall. A dense pile of eyeballs, red blood pox, and black spots are cleverly matched and overlapped, like the skin of a leopard, or the stained glass of a church that can blind people's eyes.There are hair-like dense ripples, rippling with my steps, as if there is a virtual kaleidoscope world hidden under the bricks.

[My name is Morinee, of course, others are used to calling me "Blood Queen". 】

As I gradually approached the center of the castle, the woman's voice became more and more clear, until I stood in front of a bright red wooden door, and her voice was sly towards me through a thin wooden layer, like a dusk crow on a road sign at dusk. Spread your wings.

[Welcome to my castle, Your Royal Highness. 】