92 Chapter 92: The Final Oath

"My sword! And my cloak!" Ciri shouted.

"House, Ace, take the princess and go first! Find Hardy and Butler Enns, Mr. Geralt is also there!" Swade shouted loudly, and then changed into a soft tone. "Princess, you Go first, and I will send you your sword and cloak later."

"No!" Ciri cried. "Even you are lying to me!"

Cahir roared wildly and fought with Swade repeatedly. Their swords collided dozens of times within a few breaths.

Swade only felt that the force of each blow from the opponent was unexpectedly strong. After a while, his palms went numb and his royal guard sword in his hand spun and flew back.

He quickly pulled out another long sword from his waist and retreated while forcing the enemy away. The two groups in the melee immediately separated after a brief exchange and began to confront each other in the alley.

Swade was breathing heavily, looking straight at Cahir's fire-breathing eyes, but he was signaling to his companions. "They are waiting for reinforcements from Nilfgaard, what are you waiting for if you haven't run away? "

"What will you do when we leave?" Ace gritted his teeth as he pulled the bow, narrowing his eyes slightly, looking at the silver lion-headed sword in Swade's hand.

"Given the terrain of this alley, it doesn't mean much if there are too many people." Swade said. "You are the captain of the city guard, the soldiers need you to lead and protect the princess."

"The princess needs care when escaping, tough old men are not suitable, House can help Hardy and Mr. Enns. And I am a warrior, this is my destiny."

House frowned, considering retreating, but stood his ground to help his comrade.

"Idiots! The princess still needs you, Cintra still needs you!" Swade suddenly raised his voice. "But I'm different, I'm an oath breaker."

"I once swore to always follow the Lord, but I failed. I swore to bring the Lord back, I didn't succeed either."

"I swore I wouldn't let any monster get close to the lord before I died, and I still didn't succeed."

"When Advisor Mousesack took me out of the dungeon, I swore that I would die for the princess. That was the last time I swore. Please let me fulfill my oath!"

Ace looked at him steadily for a while, then suddenly smiled. "Forget it, we'll probably meet again later, and then I'll give you a good beating..."

"Go away!"

Ace released the bowstring and the arrow shot out, then he turned around without looking, but he knew that it would definitely pierce someone's neck. The city guard's horse hooves rumbled, and soon they rolled away with Ciri.

"Don't let them escape!" Cahir screamed, snatching a soldier's horse and galloping forward.

Swade and the others were not far behind, their swords cutting into the horses' rears as they rushed forward, regardless of the wear and tear. They directly used the heads of the war horses to crash into the enemy. All the warhorses groaned and rolled along with the knights on the ground.

The narrow alley was soon blocked by the bodies of the horses.

"I stayed because of my oath. When did you take the oath? Not many people can come back alive from Toussaint."

The city guards also left four people behind, blocking the enemies' path along with Swade, they were all familiar faces.

"Shut up, you sworn breaker!" A soldier of the city guard responded: "We have fought with the earl so many times, how can I not know how competent you are? Can you stop them by yourself?"

Another soldier laughed loudly. "My lord the earl left early. I cannot allow the Nilfgaardians to bully his little assistant."

"Then you soldiers of Cintra can prepare your last words!" Cahir shouted angrily and split a soldier's chest open. The soldier rolled and fell to the ground, spitting blood and froth from his mouth.

"I still have... some last words..." The fallen soldier convulsed, roughly grabbing a Nilfgaardian soldier who was stepping on his body, knocking him to the ground and causing him to receive several more stab wounds.

And when he saw his companion take the opportunity he had created to cut off the enemy's head, he lay down with relief on the ground. His closed eyes never opened again.

The cry of killing echoed in the alley for a while, and gradually died down until a large number of Nilfgaardian soldiers were attracted.

Swade gasped for air. All his companions were dead, and he was the only one left in the alley at this moment.

"Is there a plague in your head? Let's rush over together! He is alone. If we rush over together, even a cow can knock him away. We have to kill him." A Nilfgaardian officer shouted, urging the soldiers to advance as a group.

"Shut up, he must not die!" Cahir had red eyes, clearly overexcited. "He is mine!"

But the other officer's subordinates did not take into account Cahir's wishes, they rushed towards Swade with their swords drawn. Cahir screamed in rage again and again but could only follow the other soldiers in charging him.

There is no escape now.

Swade felt bitterness in his heart, but kept a cold, firm expression on his face. One scene after another flashed through his mind. Including the day Lann and Geralt fought on the practice field...

Soldiers in black armor pounced from all directions. But Sward suddenly felt a divine inspiration. He moved through the crowd with spinning steps, adjusting his center of gravity with each turn, moving with astonishing agility.

[Clang! Clang! Clang!]

Swade's sword constantly clashed with those of the others. His strength was minimal, just enough to deflect enemy attacks and create an opening for himself. He moved through the crowd with ease and agility, quickly approaching Cahir.

Cahir was greatly surprised. His defensive stance was completely unbalanced, and in a hurry, he swung his sword, only for Swade to slice through his arm armor, making him drop his weapon.

Just when Swade wanted to swing his sword to attack Cahir, an invisible force suddenly acted on his sword. As if countless hands were fighting for the weapon. Swade struggled against this force, but eventually gave in and let go of the sword due to the overwhelming pressure.

Cahir's reaction was quick. He grabbed the lion-headed sword, and at this moment, the magic wave on the sword dissipated, and the tip of the sword pierced Swade's heart.

"Ah!" Cahir shouted, a mixture of fear and anger in his heart.

Cahir kept pushing Swade back and pinned him to the wall with all his strength. Then he wanted to use his long sword to cut off Swade's head. But he almost fell due to weakness in his legs, and if he hadn't leaned on the wall, he would have fallen to his knees on the floor.

Behind the crowd, a mage from the mages unit slowly dispersed the magic wave in his hand and asked expressionlessly: "Where is Princess Cirilla? She ran away?"

Cahir sneered breathlessly: "Who are you? How dare you talk to me like this? Let Fringilla Vigo come out!"

The mage suddenly turned red with anger.

Fringilla slowly pushed aside the crowd of mage and walked out. "You should be more polite when talking to the person who saved your life, Count. If it weren't for Assire asking me to take care of you, do you think the mages would care about your life or death?"

After finishing speaking, she turned around and asked the mage who saved Cahir. "Who allowed you to act on your own and come here?"

The other party hesitated and said: "It was Mrs. Assire who..."

Before he could finish speaking, Fringilla's body erupted with a burst of energy. And the mage who acted without authorization was sent flying by the impact.

Fringilla turned back to Cahir and sarcastically said: "Did you hear? Maybe I should have let that soldier stab you. That's an honorable swordsman, and for you, it would be a pretty fitting end."

Cahir wanted to reply angrily, but was interrupted by the commander, who shouted furiously: "That's enough, who can tell me where the princess is?"

After a while, a scout returned and reported: "Sir, the princess and her entourage have gone north."

Fringilla thought for a while and suddenly said: "To Brokilon? I have heard that Princess Cirilla accepted the Lannister inheritance, which includes the town of Brokilon of Cintra. Additionally, the town is said to have a close relationship with the Dryads."

"Then send troops to Brokilon Forest!"

"Shut up, His Majesty did not give such an order. Cahir, this is your own task. You can solve it yourself!"

"Idiot!" Fringilla also scolded. "Brokilon is not a place that can be conquered by the army. You know nothing about it!"

A dispute broke out between the mages and the soldiers.

Swade's body was nailed to the wall, with the corners of his mouth raised slightly, showing a smile.

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