CHAPTER 689: CHAPTER 15: LET’S TALK ALONE

Yaxu winced at the sight of Shajia screaming as he fell, his scalp tingling at the thought that, had Shajia not pushed him aside just moments before, he might be the one howling in agony on the ground right now.

Moreover, as if blessed by the Divine Mother’s favor, Yaxu had miraculously escaped the second volley of gunfire unscathed, the only Wing Clan Warrior who remained entirely uninjured thus far.

But Yaxu dared not risk a third time, for the maids had clearly noticed him, the one who slipped through their net, and he was certain to become the prime target in their next assault.

Seizing the brief interval, Yaxu scrambled and rolled towards the window and, ignoring the arrows shot from outside, closed his eyes and leaped out!

The omnipotent Divine Mother once again watched over her child.

Yaxu felt something graze his scalp and body as it flew past, and he heard the collision of arrows with the wall.

But in the end, apart from the splinters of stone, he was hit by nothing.

As he was about to crash to the ground, Yaxu violently spread his wings, skimming the surface and creating a disturbance in the line of sight of the archers on the wall, then started beating his wings desperately to climb upward.

Yaxu used every ounce of strength he had, feeling as if he had never flown so swiftly in his life.

The people and objects below shrank rapidly, the howling wind stung his cheeks, but Yaxu’s face was filled with ecstatic joy.

For he knew that the sky would always stand by his side.

When he ascended high enough, beyond the reach of the arrows, it signified he was completely out of danger.

Yaxu couldn’t help but be moved to tears in midair.

However, he only allowed himself a brief celebration, the chill returning as he recalled the events that had just unfolded in the castle below.

The Holy Artifacts of the Double Rest Sect were terrifying indeed, and there were many!

The sight of the maids expertly drawing the Holy Artifacts from beneath their skirts and aiming them had become Yaxu’s lifelong nightmare.

No, he must return to Lion Heart Castle at once, to tell Solomon, the commander of the expeditionary army, of the plight Shajia and the others had faced tonight, and to request that he dispatch a large force immediately to eliminate this dreadful foe.

Yaxu had a premonition that if the Double Rest Sect and the Arias family were allowed to continue growing in power, the Wing Tribe might well lose this war in the future.

Having made up his mind, Yaxu was about to set off, but another figure appeared before him.

At first, Yaxu thought it was a companion who had also escaped the castle, but when he recognized the face, he froze.

"Moen?! Why is it you!"

However, the Moen facing him was somewhat different from the one Yaxu remembered.

His appearance hadn’t changed much, but the entire temperament was completely different.

The former Moen was confident and flamboyant, while the Moen before him now was composed and restrained, standing in the air like a pine tree.

Moreover, he didn’t respond to Yaxu’s question; instead, he suddenly struck a strange pose, cupping his fists at his waist, transforming the right fist into a palm and bending the left palm upward to his right shoulder, which completely baffled Yaxu.

"Foreign villain, come and face off against me if you dare!"

With a loud shout from Zhu Zhigang, he pounced straight at him.

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On the other hand, Miss Rabbit had long had her flintlock gun at the ready, eager to show off her skills as a sharpshooter, whereas Ruby and the other four maids were still blocking her way.

Only after the third round of gunfire outside ceased, and about two minutes later, there came a regular knock at the door, and Ruby went to open it.

By then, the battle had already ended, and the maids were cleaning up the battlefield and administering first aid to the wounded.

Although Li Yu had previously ordered to capture as many survivors as possible, the flintlock guns lacked precision, coupled with the narrowness of the corridors.

It was inevitable that some would be hit by several bullets, or unfortunately be struck in a vital spot, like Balan who died in the first volley of fire. The maid who shot her had only aimed at his wing.

In the end, the maids killed four enemies in the first battle, and six others were severely wounded, appearing beyond saving; only six seemed likely to survive.

This number included Yaxu, who was still struggling under the brutal pummeling of Zhu Zhigang’s iron fist.

After hearing the maid’s report, Miss Rabbit asked, "Is that bastard called Shajia dead or alive?"

The maid replied, "There were two people with yellow wings; one is already dead, and the other is badly injured and close to death. We’re not sure which one is Shajia."

Hearing this, the Lady also felt perplexed. She walked over to Balan and Shajia, looking one over and then glancing at the other. With Li Yu not present, no one could communicate with these Winged Men.

After watching for a while, Miss Rabbit couldn’t bother to think anymore. She raised the Hand of Judgment in her hand, pressing it against Shajia’s head.

"I really shouldn’t have any pity for scum like you, but since you’ve come such a long way to find me and deliver yourselves to death, let me end your suffering early.

"Remember not to pick the wrong opponent next time! Bastard!"

After she spoke, the Lady pulled the trigger, and the lead bullet pierced through the head of the Wing Tribe’s bravest warrior, who seemed like he wanted to say something but was rendered speechless forever.

Miss Rabbit watched Shajia collapse into a pool of blood, blew away the white smoke drifting from the barrel of her gun, and felt a wave of clarity and refreshment, as if the tiredness from staying up late had all vanished.

Meanwhile, Zhu Zhigang returned, escorting Yaxu, who was now nearly beaten to a pulp. He said to the Lady,

"This guy seems to speak the Universal Language of the Continent. He even pleaded with me in it just now."

"Is that so," Miss Rabbit turned to Yaxu, "What’s your name?"

"Yaxu."

Watching his companions on the ground, dead or wailing, Yaxu’s heart ached. Although he didn’t particularly like Shajia and the rest—who were from major tribes and carried high status, not akin to him—

as a Wing Clan Warrior, seeing their fates unfold like this was still distressing.

Beyond that, he also worried about his own fate to come.

Miss Rabbit’s eyes made a round before she asserted, "Yaxu, although you are all my enemies, by the traditions of the Western Lands, after the death of your... "Lord," I will permit you to say goodbye to his body."

The Lady intended to use this method to identify Shajia.

However, Yaxu shook his head, "According to your terms, my ’Lord’ is Lord Solomon, and he is not here."

"Hmm? Then what’s your relationship with Shajia?"

"I’m his interpreter."

"Uh... As an interpreter, do you want to say goodbye to him?"

"No need. Our relationship wasn’t that close."

Miss Rabbit’s patience had run out. Pointing the flintlock gun at Yaxu, she said, "Shut up! I said say goodbye, so go say goodbye!"