Chapter 627 - Alecs Last Game Play

Chapter 627 - Alec's Last Game Play

Alec’s mind quickly went to work, as he now had only one thing in mind... Escape!

Screw his men!

They were meant to die for him anyway.

So why should he be too overly concerned about them?

Heck!

They should be glad that he would be making a break for it, since he would definitely come back and avenge them later on.

Alec squinted his eyes and spotted a few horses on the main highway road a little further behind one of the surrounding statues (tanks).

In front of the main highway, were 3 massive tanks that all had their long noses pointing at him.

He looked at the opening between these tanks and decided to squeeze his way through them and make a run for it towards one of the horses.

Hmph!

He didn’t believe that these statues (tanks) would dare to shoot themselves.

So if he got really close to one of them, then would they be safe?

"Your majesty, what do we do now?" One of his men asked anxiously.

"Boys, this is your final mission.

Protect your master and I will avenge you all!" immediately, both injured and non-injured warriors felt even more depressed than they already were.

How could they not understand his Majesty’s meaning?

They smiled bitterly and readied their minds for death.

After all, they had been preparing for this from the day that they picked up a sword at age 7.

"Protect his majesty!" Yelled one of the men.

And instantly, even the injured men seemed to be crawling towards the tanks with all their strength... As if trying to distract them from noticing Alec’s moves.

’Boom! Boom! Boom!’

Several shots were made, raising the dust and screen of smoke again.

As for Alec, he had already bypassed the tanks and was already making his way towards the horses a little further ahead from him.

There were also some carriages that looked like they had been abandoned at the sides of the roads.

They had probably belonged to those who were either trying to get onto Baymard or leave it.

At least, that was what he thought.

But how could he have known that it was another set-up?

"And where do you think that you’re going?"

--silence--

.

Alec looked at the scene before him in silence.

He had to hand it to that unfilial son of his.

After all, as a warrior... I have to fight for any opportunity of freedom, no?

"Hmhm... Well said.

But, we’ll have to change to conditions.

After all, my king does expect me to bring you back.

So rather than letting you go, we’ll give you a15-minute head start if you win.

That’s the best deal I can offer."

"Alright, I agree!" Alec said confidently.

He was Alec freak** Barn for heaven’s sake.

To this day, he was still ranked as one of the most powerful warriors in the entire Pyno continent.

.

Alec trained his body daily while continuously enhancing his sword skills into what others could only wish to achieve.

He was famous for his 3 Blade Style, which usually took down his foes in an instant.

No one dared to go up against him since he had remained undefeated for over 2 decades now.

He fought and trained with his aides daily, so he knew exactly what level he had reached.

As for this man before him who seems just a few years younger than he was, Alec didn’t believe that Mitchen was stronger than him.

After all, the younger they were, the weaker and inexperienced they were too.

Because it meant that when Mitchen probably picked up a sword at age 7, Alec had already advanced from a Page to Squire, or even had higher knightly ranks instead.

So how could he compare with him?

But Alec had forgotten that age wasn’t everything... especially when one’s foe is blessed by a heavenly system.

"Since we’ve agreed, then shouldn’t you hand me a sword?"

"You’re right.

Here, use this."

"Perfect!

Now, we can battle.

But wait, where is your own sword?"

"I don’t need one."

"Tsk!

You’re a bigger fool than I thought."

"Oh?

Then I can’t wait to show you how this fool will handle you from here on out.

So, let’s begin shall we?"

"Hmph!

Don’t mind if I do!"

’Bam!"