Legend of Dragon Son-in-law

Chapter 1614: Chapter 1614 Ambush

The setting sun, hanging low over the western hills.

The round moon, gradually rising.

On the vast expanse of the icy plain, nearly a thousand elite warriors of the royal lineage hurriedly marched.

Dozens of armored vehicles sped across the snow, with scouts constantly surveying the surroundings.

The moonlight illuminated the snow, making the night exceptionally bright.

"Your Highness, isn’t this a bit hasty?" The younger royal sister leaned against Grace River, unable to conceal the worry on her face.

A thousand-mile raid, inevitably with only a small detachment.

And this time, Grace River came in person.

"The situation is critical. Eliezer Pine overtook Demarco Mount, something I never expected. I have always competed with Isabella Warm, but after competing for hundreds of years, the person I have been meticulously trying to overthrow turned out to be one of the few loyal ministers beside the Holy Lord."

Grace River held a cup of hot tea, her long red nails tapping continuously on the cup.

Though she was a maid, her face naturally bore nobility!

It was an inner and outer aura!

Majestic and noble.

"One can only say, Eliezer Pine hid too deeply." Since being saved by Julius Reed, the younger royal sister never called him a dog man again.

"Do you think even the Holy Lord was deceived?" Grace River turned her head, her breathtakingly beautiful eyes gazing out the window.

Looking at the snow!

"I... I don’t know." The younger royal sister, upon meeting Julius Reed, finally understood why her highness was so deeply trapped.

That unruliness, that arrogance!

That confidence!

That dominance!

This is what a man should be.

"I think the Holy Lord knows. Or perhaps, he doesn’t care?" Grace River’s red lips gently touched the tea cup, blowing softly.

The fragrance of tea spread everywhere.

"I don’t understand." The younger royal sister sighed silently in her heart.

Royal lineage!

Mont’s royal family!

With such a status, yet forced to be a maid.

"I wonder what the Holy Lord would think if he heard you traveled thousands of miles to aid him." The younger royal sister disliked talking about these topics.

The affairs of romance and love!

The trivialities between men and women, what’s there to discuss!

"He’d definitely scold me." Grace River laughed happily.

"Scold you? Is he insane? That’s ungrateful!" The younger royal sister couldn’t help but blurt out, "That dog of a man!"

"Ahem." Grace River lightly coughed, the younger royal sister shrugged, expressing her incomprehension.

"He would definitely call me a foolish woman." Grace River said, smiling as she looked at the younger royal sister, "Certainly."

"Look at you now, not a trace of a queen’s demeanor." The younger royal sister was really curious, is this the power of love?

Can it transform a majestic queen into a delicate woman?

"Regardless, I am happy," Grace River happily kicked her legs like a little girl. "I was there all along when he lost his memory for those years."

"This mission is dangerous. If anything unexpected happens, remember to notify the Holy Lord. Never act on impulse!" She suddenly became very serious. "If it truly comes to a crisis, I will stop the enemy, and you leave."

"Your Highness..." The younger royal sister just started to speak but was stopped by Grace River, "In the Mont royal family, we have never been the last to die."

"If our royal army arrives, none of these concerns would exist." The younger royal sister sighed.

"There’s not enough time." Grace River’s hand gripping the cup gradually tightened. "Time waits for no one!"

Inside the vehicle, it was as warm as spring.

But outside, it was exceptionally cold.

Otniel Harsh’s spear glinted with silver light!

In the vastness of the snow, it was particularly glaring!

But suddenly!

The snow was suddenly overturned!

Figures leaped out from under the snow!

These people wore white clothing, perfectly blending with the snow!

"Prepare for battle!"

Otniel Harsh soared into the air!

His spear crashed down with force!

Splurt!

The assassin at the forefront was instantly slashed into two!

Blood splattered onto the snow!

But more and more of them kept emerging from the snow!

The elite warriors of the royal lineage quickly formed ranks, shielding the vehicles behind them!

"Kill!"

Suddenly, the cries of battle shook the skies!

"Alliance Hierarch, when should we fire?"

On a small hill not far away, several people in cotton attire stood behind Andrew, asking for instructions.

"Mr. Michael, when do you think it’s appropriate?" Andrew stood with his hands behind his back, observing the battle below with cold eyes.

"Now is the best timing." Even amidst the whiteness, Devlin wore black clothes, a black mask on his head.

"Mr. Michael, truly a cold-blooded person!" Andrew smiled, waving his hand, "Fire."

"Alliance Hierarch! There are still our Pendleton brothers below!" A chief hesitated, "If we fire now, our brothers below will be completely gone!"

These artillery are powerful, and according to the original bombing plan, there’s no dead angle!

It means those below, whether royal lineage or Pendleton assassins!

They will all die!

"Finally got the royal lineage’s intel; you need to know how difficult it was!" Andrew smiled and patted the chief’s chest, saying calmly, "If not for Mr. Michael, how could you and I have foreseen the royal lineage would launch a thousand-mile raid to interfere?"

"But..." The chief still hesitated.

This is killing our own!

No matter who does it, they won’t escape being infamy in the future!

"No buts!" Andrew’s smile vanished, "For thousands of years! Those who dared to challenge us Pendleton, ignoring the Alliance Hierarch, were indeed the royal lineage!"

"Now, with this excellent opportunity, why hesitate?"

"As you command!" The Pendleton chief sighed, turned around, and ordered, "Fire!"

Boom!

The cannons roared.

The snow was overturned!

The vehicles were blown away!

Whether they were Pendleton assassins or royal lineage warriors, all died under the artillery.

"Blast it, keep blasting!" Andrew gleefully watched below, his face full of joy, "Wonderful! Annihilate our greatest enemy Pendleton without lifting a finger. Next, it’s Isabella Warm’s turn."

"Dealing with Isabella Warm is challenging," Devlin said, holding a cigarette, shivering slightly in the cold wind.

"Is there anything in the world Mr. Michael can’t do?"

Andrew wore a black long robe, embroidered with a golden dragon!

This was the symbol of the Pendleton Alliance Hierarch!

"Back in the day, the founding Pendleton Martial Saint Crown Prince established the Seven Veins, symbolizing the Big Dipper! But for millennia, this Big Dipper has never seen all seven stars together!"

With a light kick, Andrew grabbed a spear with his foot!

"Now, as I, Andrew, sit in this seat, I will fulfill the ancestors’ wish and unify Pendleton!"

After saying this, he lightly stepped, soaring over the snow!

"Follow me!"

Behind Andrew, the people of Pendleton followed.

But no one noticed, Devlin had disappeared.

"What a surprisingly easy gain!" Andrew stepped onto the snow, walking toward the area bombarded by artillery.

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A figure rushed out!

Otniel Harsh, single-handedly holding a spear, stabbed through the air!

"There’s still someone alive?" Andrew laughed loudly, flicking snow off his spear, charging directly at Otniel Harsh!