Mertolulut: Swordsman Sakti Without a Tanding

Mertoluth

The party kept moving away from the palace. They're hustling. It was as if fear was chasing. As far as their feet could not move. Later on.

Surgical palace. Keraton Kadipaten Pasir Luhur has become a coral brother. Even according to the news, the Duke himself had perished, slit his throat by the rebels who were the kings of his territory.

“Hei Stop!“

There was a voice calling out. These are the rebel soldiers who managed to take control of the center of power. They continue to pursue, so that the palace family can later be crushed, so that they will not dare to take their power back, and will be eternal in ruling the country on the high hill.

“Celaka....“.

They're panicking. Instead of stopping the move, the faster one tried to escape. They ignore their calls. No matter who it is, it all scares them. Disasters that previously occurred make them more vigilant, also not easy to believe in anything. Including the one who called him.

Get far. Must keep away. Avoid physical contact if you can. These guys are so strong. So if you force to fight desperately, it could be dead in fact. That's what's unwanted. Besides just one breath, there is also no backup. Borrowing is not allowed, let alone renting.

But before long they had been besieged by the rebel soldiers. They have already done the backup. His movements are very deft. And it has been very skilled in trying to pass the backup with the possibility of succeeding near perfect. This time a very real example was in front of them.

“We are more. Don't be afraid!” said Bhayangkari's bodyguard, the mighty protector of the palace. That's what he did, so everyone wouldn't panic. Thus, the opponent will feel smaller, and themselves will be able to defeat them if they have to fight in order to escape. And so far, there has been no desire to reclaim the throne. Because it feels less capable. Other than them being mighty, a sudden state of chaos within itself was unable to be contained. So that the palace is easily controlled, only in a short time.

Now the hope of security in the scope of the palace and maybe all the palace will be on the shoulders of two people who are very tough magic. Singonegoro and Mertolulut.

Mercukundo against three men. He refused to give up.

As the son of Sang Singonegoro who used to be an executioner for suspects who served criminal, he will not be horrified even though he was gangred regardless of the number of enemies. But the safety of the prince who will inherit the throne that makes him confused. Between continuing to rampage or escape the prince whose safety is now on his shoulders.

Si Ronggo Bintoro against a soldier. He also never gave up. Surely as the son of Merto lulut who is very respected.

He attacked the enemy. And hope it will be able to knock it down soon.

Hit the enemy, then avoid. Opponent's kick was avoided. His heirloom snatched and managed to cut off the spear rods of enemy soldiers.

Then tickle again. Which finally though with hassles managed to catch the wounded soldier. And the other royal families, shoulder to shoulder, beat the soldier to death.

The three men followed Mercukundo, with the deft son of Singo Negoro, who was likely to inherit his father's office, continued to rage. Even though the opponent three he managed to overcome it. His heirloom succeeded in eliminating enemy resistance.

Three men perish and one escapes to report to the others the whereabouts of the Prince, the Crown Prince, the heir to the kingdom.

“Uncle Ronggo!“

“Ya Mercukundo.“

“We've been caught. Must Split.“

“Lo... How's this?“ Ronggo was a little surprised.

“Uncle bring princess and other palace families, while I will guard the prince. Let's not get attacked. Because the main target of course the prince is not?”

“Okay, how are you? I even got a lot of opponents.“

Ronggo is just mangosteen. Can't refuse anymore.

They eventually split up. The crown prince followed Singonegoro's son. This time his face looks pale between the fear of being hunted by the enemy is also very tired because it is not unusual to make this chaotic journey.

Most of the divided group followed Ronggo Bintoro, the son of the highly respected descendant of Merto Lulut. And now a leader in self-rescue efforts, the relatives of the palace.

“Now we move.”

Now it's all on Ronggo's shoulders. He gave orders. Considered the most experienced. Everyone followed what he was told.

They keep moving away. As much as possible away from the pursuers who are likely to kill their lives if caught.

There were five more people on that silent journey. The princess herself, the crown prince's brother and other important palace relatives who must leave first. To strategize in an attempt to reclaim the lost throne, captured by the enemy.

“Well you're here apparently!“

Suddenly there was a terrible sound, the voice of the four enemy soldiers who were already in front of them this time. Know-how blocked, surprisingly out of the hiding bushes.

“Celaka...” said. “Where is Mercukundo? Why didn't he come to help? He said they wanted to pursue the prince, the Crown Prince, who became the main target, this is even us who are pursued.“

Ronggo Bintoro is in a panic. He will be alone in the face of this enemy. Waiting for a friend, it was impossible. I don't know where it is this time, nor do I know.

While the pursuers immediately surrounded the relatives of the palace that must be saved, if you want the power to last in the dynasty.

As much as possible, Ronggo tried to fight back. He instantly unsheathed the lucky flagship heirloom. At least it could scare the enemy.

But what power, he has no power against the enemy. The enemy kept advancing. With the impact they throw alternately. Until his body became moons, ganged here and there. One by one the members of the kingdom were caught and some were executed immediately. Without a lot of screams, they know their bodies are covered in blood or immediately look heirloom that stuck in the body.

This made Ronggo panic.

He continues to be the place to hit the enemy. Although not all of the four men were moaning, because there was from him who was busy alone to directly catch the king's families.

Seeing that reality, Si Ronggo had a chance to run away. Mumpung his enemy a little careless so less vigilant supervision over him. He's trying to get away.

“Uncle!“

But the princess called him. Make his steps stop. Want to keep away, mumpung no chance, but with the beautiful how? Against is also impossible to win, seeing his body has also been battered.

“Come Princess!“

Finally he waited for a moment.

“Wait...“.

The princess continued to avoid arrest. Avoiding enemies who keep trying to catch him.