Legend of Dragon Son-in-law

Chapter 1618: Chapter 1618: Travelers in the Wind and Snow

At the age of seven, Andrew entered Pendleton, and by fifteen, his reputation was unparalleled!

Throughout his more than twenty years of life, he followed the Alliance Hierarch, always occupying the core position of Pendleton.

Andrew had seen strong men, had seen strange ones.

But he had never seen a man-eating mountain!

Normally, he would definitely study this mountain carefully to figure out what was strange about it!

But now, capturing the little princess was the key.

"Alliance Hierarch, if inside this mountain..." A Pendleton chief was a bit worried, if the little princess truly was inside the mountain, wouldn’t it be like letting a tiger return to the mountain?

"You stay, only need to monitor." Andrew, on horseback, pointed to the chief who was speaking: "Remember, report to us at the first sign of any movement!"

After speaking, without waiting for that chief’s agreement, Andrew rode off like Absolute Dust!

Leading Pendleton’s elite, charging straight toward the Town!

"I..." The chief looked at his own hand and slapped his face hard! "I told you to run your mouth! I told you to run your mouth!"

The five guards around him quickly lowered their heads, not daring to speak.

Afraid this anger would spill onto them.

In the vast white snowy land, footprints couldn’t last more than a minute!

The Northern Border was often windy!

The fierce wind swept through, always leaving clear snow to fill in footprints, quickly erasing a person’s tracks.

The little princess felt the rush of qi and blood in her chest, a residual effect of the shell shock!

But now was not the time to think about that.

In front of her eyes, she could vaguely see the outlines of the Town.

This major town in the Northern Border.

In the nighttime, like a massive beast!

Staring at everyone who wanted to enter here.

"Otniel Harsh! Keep holding on! Soon, we’ll reach the Town and find that cursed man, to rescue Grace River!" The little princess, amidst the cold wind and snow, was drenched in sweat.

She was a martial artist, and a very strong one at that.

But even so, the little princess’s feet were struggling to move.

Running tens of miles, nearly exhausted all her strength.

Suddenly!

There was the sound of cars behind her.

The little princess turned her head!

With despair in her eyes!

The lights from the off-road vehicle shone into her eyes.

That was Pendleton’s pursuing soldiers!

They had arrived.

The little princess turned back!

Looking at the Town so close!

Unwilling!

"Why! Why must heaven destroy the royal lineage!"

In despair, she placed Otniel Harsh on the snow, drawing her longsword from her waist!

At the end of her strength, how could she outrun a car?

It was hopeless.

But as the grand chamberlain of the royal lineage, the little princess wanted to uphold the last dignity of the royal lineage!

Betrayal!

It’s a pity the traitors haven’t been brought to justice!

If things were open and fair, the royal lineage would not have lost to Pendleton!

But being ambushed halfway left them all gravely wounded!

She thought of those royal warriors blasted to death in the snow, and of Grace River who stayed behind for them with her own strength.

The little princess gripped her sword tighter.

The north wind howled!

As if in mockery!

Mocking the royal lineage, fallen as it was!

The white snow fluttered.

As if it was crying.

Unwilling to see the fall of the royal lineage.

In an instant, the cars arrived. noveldrama

Six or seven cars encircled the little princess, turning off their lights.

"Finally, the royal lineage can be completely eradicated."

The car doors opened.

A slightly chubby chief, draped in a fur robe, jumped off the car, smiling at the little princess: "If only you knew earlier, why resist? The royal lineage opposing Pendleton for thousands of years, this was the inevitable end."

"Indeed! The royal lineage was stubborn, daring to oppose Pendleton!" Another chief took out a dart from his pocket, raised the gun coldly, aiming at the little princess: "Today, Pendleton will erase the royal lineage from existence!"

Dozens of Pendleton’s elite quickly closed in!

The little princess clutched the gilded sword tightly with both hands!

"End your life, and we’ll leave your body intact." The chubby chief crossed his hands behind his back, smiling: "Consider it a mark of respect for you as the grand chamberlain."

"The royal lineage would never have someone who commits suicide!" The little princess pointed her sword at the chief, coldly saying: "Draw your sword!"

"Draw my sword?" The chubby Pendleton chief seemed amused. "See? She still doesn’t understand her situation. A duel? Who do you think you are? You are just a turtle in an urn! If I want you dead, you will die! Still dreaming of dueling me? Third son of Dragon family, kill her."

"Alright!"

Another chief named Dragon third sent his hand to the trigger, aiming at the little princess’s head.

"What a pity for such a girl, to die so wretchedly."

After saying that, his finger pressed lightly.

The little princess closed her eyes!

It was heaven’s will.

She had nothing more to say.

"Whoosh!"

But suddenly!

A sharp sound of something cutting through the air came!

Instinctively, the little princess opened her eyes!

Only to see right in front!

Dragon third’s hidden weapon, along with the hand!

All fell onto the snow!

As for Dragon third himself, eyes wide open, looking at the gushing blood, he had no idea what had just happened!

"Old third, your hand!"

The chubby chief’s face was splattered with blood.

"My hand..."

Dragon third screamed in pain: "Ah! My hand!"

"Quick! Stop the bleeding for third master!" The chubby chief pulled out a handkerchief from his pocket, wiped his face, instinctively drawing a longsword from his waist!

"Was this your doing! I’ll kill you!"

He glared viciously at the little princess, a sense of unease rising unbidden.

"It’s me."

A strange male voice appeared across the open snowy field.

Everyone from Pendleton turned toward the voice.

"You dare harm me! I’ll cut you to pieces..." Dragon third looked at the solitary figure in the snow, raging!

That figure, wielding a sword alone, walked toward the crowd at an unhurried pace.

"Who is it! Pendleton is handling business, you dare intervene!" The chubby chief was shocked.

Was there an outsider?

"What exactly is Pendleton." Julius Reed lifted his head, carrying the mighty Zhouran Night Sword, and step by step approached the crowd.

"Insolence! To dare insult Pendleton! Someone, kill him for me!" The darkness of night obscured vision.

Julius Reed, with his back to the moonlight, had an indistinct face in the pitch-black night.

"Advance!"

A great grandmaster of Pendleton led three guards, sword in hand, charging straight at the shadow!

"Those who offend Pendleton, though..." The chubby chief’s words were cut short.

A sight of Julius Reed sweeping his sword across!

Instantly beheaded the great grandmaster!

And then!

Sword Qi crisscrossed!

The three guards hadn’t even had time to react before falling to the snow.

Bleeding from all seven orifices.

Julius Reed continued walking forward.

Blood kept dripping from his sword.

And the Dragon King Ring shone unknowingly with a black-red gleam.

The chubby chief’s throat twitched, his scalp tingled with numbness.

That was...

A pair of blood-red eyes?

"Is that man or ghost!" The chubby chief instinctively wiped the sweat from his forehead, taking two steps back.

"I’ll kill that woman first!"

Dragon third was furious!

He wielded the sword with his left hand, awkwardly slashing at the little princess! "Die!"

Swish!

The longsword carried a chilling gleam!

Like the blade of death’s scythe, wanting to reap a life!

But suddenly!

A shadow flashed by!

Swoosh!

Julius Reed delivered a mid-air kick to Dragon third’s chest!

Without waiting for Dragon third’s body to fly backward, Zhouran Night Sword swiftly sliced across!

The sharp blade directly split open the throat!

Dragon third, under the powerful force, died like a kite with its string cut, spraying a mist of blood across the air, and landed heavily in the snow.

Julius Reed said nothing, he merely glanced at the chubby chief.

"Holy... Holy Lord..."

The chubby chief’s legs went soft, he sat directly on the snow.

The sweat on his marten fur had already turned into ice.