Chapter 25 Part I

"Or I can help you ask, what else do you need to buy?" Qing said again: "You need souveniers from the southern continent, from the Holy See, don't you?"

"Yes..." Joyce knew that when she went to the market to buy this kind of goods, it might attract Alex's attention. Although it was wrong to deceive her, it was the only way to get out of Sosha tribe. If he stayed and fulfilled Prince Xilin's wish and let him be his guardian knight, then Qing would never get the chance to start any romance with Prince Xilin.

"You like Xilin, don't you?" Joyce asked again suddenly.

Qing did not answer, she got up and left. Joyce said again, "Thank you, Qing."

Qing responded with a smile, and said, "You're welcome."

Whenever it comes to Xilin, Qing's eyes always shined up. Joyce knew that she must love him deeply, but obviously, she did not want Xilin to know it.

The night before the moon was about to turn round, Joyce was asleep as usual. It was strange to say that although he could feel Alex's Stigmata, he didn't know why and couldn't dream of him anymore. The night after Qing visited the market, he suddenly woke up, knowing that Alex had found his source and was heading north to him!

Joyce tried his best to suppress his crazy heartbeat, Xilin who was sleeping next to him murmured some words in his dream. He then turned around, and hugged Joyce, then sniffed Joyce's face in his sleep like a wolf.

At dawn, Qing came back, her face was a little nervous and pale. After coming back, she didn't look for Joyce but reported to Xilin first. Her voice was hastily, and she looked at Joyce from time to time.

Joyce inferred from their looks and actions that Alex had already inquired about his whereabouts and was rushing to rescue him! But he tried his best to pretend to be innocent, just flipping through the scriptures casually. Xilin asked for a question, and Qing answered only one quick word which Joyce could understand either "three people", maybe "four people". After living in the Sosha for a period of time, now he could vaguely recognize pronunciations of the numbers.

Qing seemed to persuade Xilin of something. Xilin was angry again and ordered her to leave the tent and go outside. After sitting for a while, she couldn't restrain herself and got out of the tent.

Joyce followed out and saw Qing angry under a tree.

"What's the matter?" Joyce asked gently, "Did something happen?"

Qing's expression eased a little, and said, "It's nothing, come on, here are the gifts for you."

Joyce took an icon from her, and Qing explained: "There is nothing else. There are very few goods from the South Continent."

"I am grateful." Joyce said, "Did you meet anyone at the market? Why did you quarrel?"

"I saw a... horrible man." Qing explained: "A monster-like man, that is why I was scared."

Joyce: "?"

"What kind of monster?" Joyce asked again.

"His face is half-ruined." Qing said, "Half of his face is like melted, and he took several robbers harassing at the market. They might come to the north, so I asked Xilin to pay attention to this group of people..."

Joyce didn't ask anymore but just nodded.

The moon at that night was covered by a dark cloud. Xilin did not return. Joyce thought carefully about how to escape from the territory of the Sosha tribe. Running on the grassland by foot was not easy, and there must be a horse he can get to ride.

But once he got the horse, it was easy to alarm the Sosha cavalry. Joyce tossed it in his hands, playing with the badge like a coin. Prince Xilin did not take away any of his belongings, and now he still has the ring that Odin gave to him, the badge that he got from Hugh, and the dagger that Alex gave to him as a gift.

Joyce tried to inject a little sacred power into the badge. The badge buzzed and trembled. He held the badge in his arms and walked out of the tent silently.

The badge exuded a cloud of black mist, which enveloped him in the night. When a Sosha night watcher came over, Joyce hid behind the tree and walked out carefully along the road. He tried his best to find a place where there was no fire. After all, this layer of mist was so thin that he could barely hide in the darkness.

He heard Xilin talking with people in the distance. Tonight, the entire Sosha tribe was under martial curfew. After Xilin explained the incident, he strode over, took the torch, and walked out.

Joyce thumped in his heart, calculating the guard's shift time, but as soon as Xilin went out, the guard chased after him and went to lead the horse. Joyce thought what a great opportunity! Immediately bowed and got out of the small door of the wooden fence.

This was a remote place on the prairie in the territory of the Sosha tribe. It was all dark all around. Joyce ran to the stable and passed in front of a shepherd dog, who suddenly barked. Joyce was so scared that the dog barked, and the barking of dogs was particularly pronounced in the middle of the night, attracting guards.

Joyce hid in the stable, drew his dagger, and his heart beat wildly. The shepherd dog stared at the black mist, shaking his ears nervously, and calmed down with the guard's comfort.

Joyce put away the badge, thinking that a priest of the Holy See was finally able to get out of it by the magic of the Dark Legion. This feeling is really very strange. However, time is running out and Xilin led his men away. Joyce hesitated for a while, drew out the dagger, and cut the rope of the horse.

The neigh of the horse immediately alarmed the nearby guards. Joyce gritted his teeth and mounted his horse, shaking the horse's rein, and shooting out the prairie like an arrow!

The black mist can no longer effectively cover Joyce and the horse, and Joyce's figure is looming, galloping into the distance in the wind.

"Joey--"

Prince Xilin shouted out Joyce's name, and Joyce turned his head abruptly as if there was a momentary mood swing in his heart.

It had been a long time since no one had called this name. Joyce hesitated for a while, and immediately recovered, ignoring the chasing soldiers behind him, and rushed all the way out.

The dark clouds dispersed, the moonlight re-appeared, and the gentle moonlight shone on the earth. Under the moonlight, Joyce could no longer conceal himself. He was exposed completely under the moonlight and was clearly seen.

The cavalry yelled and yelled. Xilin rushed and chased him. Then he threw out the noose. The horse neighed, tripped on the noose, bent his forefoot, and Joyce fell far away. Xilin chased him up, and Joyce fainted and ran away on foot.

There was a burst of energy in the distance.

"Teacher--!" Joyce finally sensed that the stigmata was approaching him, like two brilliant meteors in the depths of the universe dragging silver flames and flying towards each other.

"Joey?" Alex roared, "Joey!"

Four men riding war horses appeared on the horizon. Joyce screamed excitedly. However, in an instant, Xilin led his men to rush to the front. Joyce fell down and the warhorses passed by him.

"Joey!" Alex roared, "Let's fire the arrows!"

Joyce's face was full of tears, four arrows flew, Xilin's subordinates were in turmoil and scattered one after another. They were trying to counterattack these four people of unknown origin, but at that instant faster than lightning, a black one The feathered arrow flew from the Alex camp on the ground, spinning and shooting towards Xilin!

The warhorse neighed, Xilin just drew out his scimitar, and with a ding sound, the scimitar was shot by the feather arrow, and the scimitar flew straight out. In an instant, another arrow flew, breaking his hair rope and Xilin's hair. It fell apart, and then another arrow arrived quickly, taking Xilin's beast hat and flying into the distance!

Alex took the shield back, drew out the spear with his backhand, and shouted, "Charge!"

The three warriors in cloaks behind him each armed with weapons and charged toward Xilin. Joyce yelled with joy and covered his head to avoid arrows flying around. Xilin's guard had just confronted Alex and the others. He was hit and flew out, Alex rushed in front of him, and the energy fluctuation of the stigmata immediately reminded Joyce.

He tried his best to release all the power of the holy light, put his hands together, and waved it again.

Wearing a silver plate armor and a heavy helmet, Alex was like a god of war under the moonlight. Together with his warhorse, he emitted white holy light, landing on the ground with forward force, swinging his spear freely, and the silver spear. Under the moonlight, a perfect arc was provoked, and the half-moon-shaped energy rolled away like a sea tide. The Xilin cavalry immediately turned on their backs, and their energy rolled away, and they pushed the opponent's 32 cavalries with their horses far away.

Joyce was panting, with tears on his face, and Alex was dressed in ancient armor, like a god of war standing in the moonlight. The silver plate armor covers the whole body, and the face was not visible, and the coldness is unobstructed. However, Joyce can clearly feel the blood and powerful heartbeat flowing under this armor.

The rest of the horses followed and dismounted one after another, all wearing cloaks, covering their faces.

Joyce noticed that there was an archer among Alex's entourage, and the arrow that had just hit the cylinder was obviously shot by him. At this time, he was carrying a long wooden bow, his wrist exposed from under the cloak was strong and toned, and a rattan finger on his thumb.

Xilin and his men got up in embarrassment. Alex stood and watched for a long time and said, "Thank you for taking care of Joyce. There will be a period later."

A young man took off his cloak, said a Sosha to Xilin, and translated to Alex.

He raised his hand, pressed the iron glove to his chest, nodded slightly, turned around, and hugged Joyce on the horse, and the rest of them mounted their horses and followed them away.

Xilin didn't catch up again and struggled to get up, watching them leave from a distance. He yelled a word on the prairie, Joyce sat in front of Alex, turned his head, and said to the boy: "Excuse me, what did he say?"

"He said." The boy replied, "He will get you."

Joyce was silent and leaned in front of Alex. His armor was cold, with the power of steel. He had a lot to say to Alex. But don't know why, after seeing him, He couldn't say another word. He just wanted to lean on him. Only in this way can he calm his heart down a little bit.

"Hugh hasn't come back yet." Joyce's first sentence was: "He promised to come and rescue me within three days, but he never came."

Alex replied in a calm voice: "According to the news I got, he has become a hell knight."

Joyce: "..."

Alex raised his hand, the texture of steel and metal touched his hair, and whispered: "Go to sleep, Joey, you must be very tired. I promise you that we will rescue him and take him back."

Joyce sighed and nodded. He looked up at Alex. He couldn't see his handsome face. The iron helmet covered his entire head, and his eyes appeared in the gap in front of the helmet.

Those eyes stared at Joyce in the moonlight, with the same love in his eyes, and Joyce was warm in his heart, flinching in Alex's cloak, letting him take it and drive toward the vast prairie.

At this moment, he only felt that even if the mountains were shaking and the world was destroyed, Alex would never be separated from him again.

The bright moonlight shone on the ground, and after leaving Sosha's territory, Joyce gradually fell asleep on the bumpy horseback, until Alex's voice woke him up.

"Set up camp on the spot," Alex said.

The three men who had been following Alex got off the horse and took the supplies from the horseback to set up the tent. Joyce stood sleepily and barefoot. Alex put his arms around him and asked in a low voice: " Is it cold?"

Joyce was a little afraid of Alex's cold plate armor. Alex wrapped him in a cloak and lowered his head. Joyce wanted to take off his helmet, but Alex held his hand.

"Wait a moment, Joey," Alex whispered.

Joyce's conscience came back to him. He turned his head to look at the three people following Alex. They were always wearing cloaks and were silent. Alex saw Joyce's question and explained: "They are my friends, totally trustworthy."

Joyce nodded, and said, "Ibran has turned away, what's the matter?"

"I ran into him." Alex said, "I've played against him, but at that time Hugh had been sent to the Northern Rift."

"How is Hugh being?" Joyce grabbed his heart again.

After hesitating for a while, Alex explained: "His father is Kalana, one of the five high-ranking hell knights. He should not be in danger of his life. Kalana just wants to retrieve his son and train him. Let him command the Legion of the Undead, but for a long time, we can't rescue Hugh and we have to wait for the opportunity."

Joyce thought thankfully, as long as Hugh is still alive, everything doesn't matter, as long as there is nothing else for him, Joyce would rather him be a hell knight.

"The tent is ready," said the archer in the cloak.