nashuaworldcup Chapter 251 Ordinary
Chapter 251 Ordinary
Dongfang Wan'er stood ramrod straight, her gaze calm as An Ye hurriedly returned to report. She nodded slightly, her expression composed, and said softly, "Well done. The situation is critical now, and the most urgent task is to take the Prince away from this dangerous place as soon as possible." After she finished speaking, no one dared to delay for a moment. They carefully protected Ye Jiuchen, who was still unconscious, and like ghosts in the dark, they quietly retreated out of the city.
They had barely stepped out of the city gates when the once tranquil road was suddenly filled with shouts of battle. They had been ambushed. The emperor, cunning and calculating, had anticipated their escape and thus had deployed a large force to await them. Dark Night reacted swiftly, gripping his gleaming weapon tightly. Like a towering mountain, he stood firmly before Dongfang Wan'er and Ye Jiuchen, saying in a deep voice, "Your Highness, you must retreat first. I will cover your retreat and buy you enough time."
Dongfang Wan'er knew this was no time for hesitation. Gritting her teeth, she decisively ordered the remaining men to speed up their advance. However, the pursuers surged forward like a tidal wave, their deafening footsteps and shouts seemingly right beside them, about to overtake them. At this critical moment, Ye Jiuchen, who had been unconscious for a long time, twitched his fingers slightly. Then, he slowly opened his deep, resolute eyes. Although his body was extremely weak and his face as pale as paper, his eyes shone with a chillingly resolute light. He suddenly raised his hand and waved it, unleashing a surge of powerful internal energy like a raging torrent, instantly repelling some of the pursuing soldiers.
"I will not fall so easily." Ye Jiuchen, his body swaying but unwavering, stood up, his strength barely restrained. He stood shoulder to shoulder with Dongfang Wan'er, their eyes meeting in an instant, a perfect understanding forming. They moved with seamless coordination, attacking and defending, advancing and retreating, leading their men through the encirclement, carving a bloody path towards the reinforcements. Behind them, only a group of stunned pursuers remained, staring blankly at their departing figures, seemingly unable to believe what had just happened.
Finally, the fluttering flags and orderly ranks came into view in the distance; the supporting army was right before them. Dongfang Wan'er's tense nerves finally relaxed slightly, and she breathed a sigh of relief. But Ye Jiuchen, a seasoned veteran, knew the crisis was far from over. Since the emperor had already made his move, there were bound to be further conspiracies and deadly schemes waiting for them.
The army swiftly escorted the two back to camp. Upon arrival, Dongfang Wan'er rushed to the pharmacy, deftly preparing herbs to heal Ye Jiuchen as quickly as possible. Inside the tent, the fire roared, and the herbs in the medicine pot tumbled and danced. While intently decocting the medicine, she frowned slightly and said, "Your Highness, the Emperor has been so resolute this time; I fear he will not give up easily and will surely find a way to attack again." Ye Jiuchen sneered, his laughter filled with boundless majesty and unyielding spirit: "I am not one to sit idly by and wait for death. He has his clever plans, and I have my countermeasures."
Just then, a commotion erupted outside. It turned out the enemy had sent a master poisoner to launch a night attack. Dongfang Wan'er's eyes sharpened, like a cold star flashing in the night sky. She calmly said, "Your Highness, rest assured, medicine and poison share the same origin. Watch how I defeat the enemy." With that, she picked up a steaming bowl of medicinal soup, its rich aroma filling the air, and with a graceful flick of her wrist, sprinkled the soup like fine rain outside the tent. Instantly, a strange and unique fragrance filled the air, slowly spreading. Those who had come to ambush her, after inhaling the aroma, became weak in the knees and collapsed to the ground, instantly losing their fighting ability.
Seeing this, Ye Jiuchen's eyes flashed with determination. He abruptly stood up and led the soldiers who were waiting in battle formation outside the tent like tigers descending a mountain, capturing the defenseless enemies in one fell swoop. After a rigorous interrogation, a shocking truth surfaced: the emperor had ruthlessly colluded with foreign enemies, attempting to use external forces to completely eliminate Ye Jiuchen and prevent future troubles. "Hmph, it seems I can no longer remain passively defensive; it's time to take the initiative." Ye Jiuchen's gaze was as firm as iron, as if it could pierce through the tent and look at the enemy hidden in the darkness in the distance. Dongfang Wan'er stood quietly by his side, her gentle yet firm gaze silently supporting him. They were of one mind, determined to face the greater challenges to come together, and no matter what storms lay ahead, they would never retreat a single step.
Ye Jiuchen's expression was cold and stern, like a majestic war god. Within the camp, he meticulously deployed his troops, each command like a sharp arrow, precisely aimed at its designated target, methodically orchestrating the impending counterattack. Dongfang Wan'er, too, dared not slacken her efforts. She moved gracefully to the camp's pharmacy, her slender fingers deftly moving among the various herbs, carefully preparing medicine to combat the impending injuries and illnesses. She knew that this war was not only a contest of strength but also a difficult battle against injury and disease.
However, they all knew perfectly well that the emperor was cunning and treacherous, and that he must have gathered many talented and extraordinary people around him. This initiative to attack was undoubtedly a difficult journey through thorns, fraught with danger, and every step could lead to the abyss of death.
They embarked on their journey, which felt like venturing into demonic territory, encountering countless traps and ambushes. These traps were ingeniously designed, some hidden in dense undergrowth, others buried deep beneath the road; a moment's carelessness could trigger a hail of arrows or a tumbling of boulders. The ambushing enemy troops appeared suddenly like ghosts, catching them completely off guard. Yet, Dongfang Wan'er remained calm in the face of danger. Relying on her exceptional medical skills, she keenly observed the surrounding herbs, quickly gathering the necessary materials and skillfully crafting simple antidotes and healing medicines. In those life-or-death moments, her medicine acted like magical magic, repeatedly saving everyone from peril and pulling those on the verge of death back from the brink.
As they approached the capital, a mysterious and powerful force emerged from the abyss of darkness, blocking their path. This group, clad in strange attire, were all highly skilled and agile. Their weapons, glinting eerily in the sunlight, were coated with poison; even a slight scratch would cause the poison to spread rapidly. A battle erupted instantly, the shouts of battle deafening, and blood stained the earth. In the fierce fighting, many of their soldiers were wounded and poisoned, collapsing to the ground in agony, their groans echoing across the battlefield. Seeing this, Dongfang Wan'er was frantic with worry. Ignoring her own safety, she moved like a white lightning bolt among the wounded. Her hands gripped silver needles, applying medicine with practiced precision, her eyes filled with unwavering focus and determination; her slender frame seemed to contain boundless power.