Most of the soldiers who fought alongside Prince Jiawen were aware of Prince Jarvan’s combat skills, and were not surprised by this.
This was taught by Xin Zhao, the king’s most trusted steward of Germany, personally about the use of spiritual power to the prince, and it was also tacitly approved by Jarvan III.
As for whether this so-called “spiritual power” is considered magic…
This is a battle outside, and the people around him are all close friends, not to mention that a large part of the Demacia royal family and nobles are not affiliated with the demon seekers.
It was not enough for them to fawn over the only child of the royal family and the future heir apparent. Naturally, they separated this “spiritual power” from magic.
This is especially true for soldiers who often fight side by side and feel like brothers.
However, the Noxian soldiers who were frightened by the blow that shattered the earth looked horrified and became timid and unwilling to step forward to fight the prince again.
With just one blow, he could kill hundreds of soldiers around him, and also injured dozens of others to varying degrees, as well as the stone pillars rising from the ground, several meters high…
At first glance, this prince is no ordinary person!
In Runeterra, ordinary people would not dare to mess with any mage above the entry level, let alone a person like the Light Shield Prince.
Who dares to fight against a guy who knows magic and has such a high martial arts value?
Jarvan IV’s “Sundering” directly opened a gap in the southern defense line of Noxus, and immediately shouted to the soldiers behind him: “The defense line has been broken, everyone quickly follow me to break out of the siege!”
“Come on!”
“Protect the prince!”
“Fight for Demacia!”
“Kill these Noxian bastards!”
“…”
For a moment, the killing sounds of the Demacia warriors were loud, and their powerful momentum directly crushed a large part of Noxus.
With spears and shields in hand, they followed Jarvan IV with an unstoppable force, breaking through the southern defense line of Noxus and breaking out of the encirclement.
However, during this period, a soldier who had been injured in the leg failed to follow the large army and was hacked to death by the Noxian soldiers who followed him.
Jarvan IV stretched out his Dragon Slinger to penetrate the chest of an enemy soldier, then kicked him away. He looked back, his eyes red.
Ted also looked at him at this moment, “Your Highness, leave quickly! Leave the rest to us!”
As soon as he finished speaking, Ted turned around suddenly and ordered the remaining forty or so soldiers to form an array.
The soldiers all held shields in their left hands and guns in their right hands, forming a Great Wall of flesh and steel.
The Noxian soldiers who were chasing behind them swarmed forward and immediately stabbed forward with their spears, penetrating the flesh and blood of each enemy.
However, no matter how brave every Demacian soldier is in fighting, they cannot withstand the human sea tactics.
Within a few seconds, these more than 40 soldiers, including Captain Ted, the prince’s adjutant, were overwhelmed by densely packed soldiers wearing black and red combination plate armor, and they were not sure whether they were alive or dead.
“——Ted!” Jarvan IV’s face turned red, and he looked back and roared with tears in his eyes.
The two soldiers beside him quickly held his arms, trying not to slow him down.
“Your Highness, it is not appropriate to stay here for a long time!”
“Come on, Your Highness! We can’t live up to the hope Captain Ted left for us!”
After hearing the dissuasion from the soldiers around him, Jarvan IV ignored his sadness and could only turn back with a sad and gloomy face, and continued to act according to his original plan.
There are specialties in the arts. Although Ted’s personal strength is not top-notch, his military command ability is no worse than some Demacia generals.
With only more than forty soldiers who were prepared to die heroically, he was able to hold back two to three hundred Noxians, and even killed more enemy troops than they had previously passively defended.
In addition, the formation of Noxus pursuing the prince was scattered under their restraint, and they still need to regroup. There are only a handful of soldiers who can catch up with Jarvan IV.
Even if they could catch up, they would still be no match for their most elite soldiers.
What’s more, they were about to run into the jungle at the foot of the Shining Silver Mountains, where the terrain was complex and the evergreen vegetation was lush even in winter.
This is the border of Demacia, far away from Noxus.
At that time, it only needs to wait for ten days and a half, and when the news of the prince’s siege reaches the capital, the king will send a fearless vanguard to rescue his child.
The plan went smoothly, and twenty soldiers supported the prince and rushed to the southern forest without stopping.
Occasionally, a Noxian team riding a specially modified bicycle with chains and two wheels would catch up behind them, and they would be quickly killed by them.
Jarvan IV was not unfamiliar with this kind of vehicle. It was a new type of transportation that had become popular in Piltover in the past two years and was very convenient.
It’s just that Demacia does not open official trade, and privately restricts the import of many goods. This kind of “bicycle” is rare in Demacia.
However, in this critical moment, Jarvan IV believed that this was simply Noxus sending pillows to them while they were “sleeping”.
Although they had never ridden such a thing, after just a minute or two of study, they quickly understood the key point of this “bicycle” – maintaining balance.
After being overtaken many times, the number of bicycles had already reached 21, allowing them to escape faster and consume less energy.
It originally took more than two hours to reach the forest in the southern Shining Silver Mountains, but now it only takes thirty or forty minutes.
This should be an exciting thing.
However……
“etc!”
Jarvan IV, who was riding, suddenly squeezed the brakes and stopped, and the soldiers following behind him also braked quickly.
“Your Highness, there is a space mine here. We have to ride at least to the forest before we can stop.” The man named Albuquerque who took over the position of Ted’s adjutant next to him said.
Jarvan IV just frowned and shook his head, looking back at the soldiers behind him, “Do you smell blood?”
The soldiers looked at each other, a look of confusion flashing across their faces.
“It should be the smell on the bicycle, right? When we killed those bastards, their blood spattered on it.”
“Maybe it smells like rust?” Another soldier suggested, “It snows occasionally these days and the air is humid. There are also traces of rust on this bicycle.”
“No, it’s the smell of fresh blood… None of you were hurt, right?”
Seeing everyone shaking their heads in denial, Jarvan IV was about to lower his head and think about the source of the extremely bland smell of blood that penetrated his nose.
Suddenly, he seemed to realize something, and immediately raised his eyes with wide eyes and scanned his subordinates again.
“1, 2, 3…17, 18, 19? How come there are only 19 people?!”
Hearing the prince’s cry of surprise, all the soldiers immediately counted their numbers and found that someone was missing at some point.
“Report, Morris is missing!”
Jarvan IV only paused for less than a second, and immediately got off his bicycle, wielding the dragon gun and assuming an offensive and defensive combat posture, “The enemy is attacking, prepare to fight!”
The other soldiers also realized the seriousness of the problem and immediately got off their bicycles, took off the shields on their backs and formed a defensive circle, surrounding the prince in the center.
But five or six minutes passed like this, and the cunning enemy still did not appear.
“Your Highness… We have not escaped far from the Noxian pursuers, and we cannot continue to waste time here.” Albock reminded worriedly.
Jarvan IV closed his eyes and remained silent. He just tightened his grip on his Dragon Spear, his expression solemn and his eyebrows knitted together.
After a while, he suddenly opened his piercing eyes, grabbed the sword at his waist, and used it as a javelin to throw in a certain direction just like he had thrown the Demacia battle flag before.
Seeing the prince’s actions, the soldiers’ attention turned to where the sword blade was flying.
But the next second, they were all dumbfounded.
Jarvan IV’s sword suddenly froze in mid-air, as if it was piercing an invisible wall of air.
Immediately afterwards, a dark red blood mist suddenly appeared around the sword, crushing the top-quality sword body, which was supported by special materials and made by Demacia’s top royal blacksmiths, piece by piece.
Jarvan IV narrowed his eyes and his expression became more solemn.
“As expected of the prince of Demacia, I have always done things perfectly. The killing of that soldier did not cause the slightest movement. Can our existence be discovered by this?”
A middle-aged, cold woman’s voice came out of the blood mist in an unreasonable manner.
Then, the blood mist slowly fell from the sky and condensed into a white-haired middle-aged woman wearing Noxian plate armor and a scarlet cloak.
There was a faint indifferent smile on her lips, and her skin was sickly pale, as if she hadn’t been exposed to the sun for a long time.
The pair of scarlet pupils that were like blood agate flashed red, and the sharp eyes looked at Jarvan IV, giving him a feeling like his skin was being cut by a knife.
“Tsk, dirty vampire…”
