Radiant Era

Chapter 72: The heart of a warrior

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The lights were still bright near the port of Dunerq, but groups of soldiers and militiamen began to spread around with torches, searching for possible fish that had slipped through the net. wWW. QuanBeN-XiaoShuo. Com Affected by the heroic deeds of Lin Qi and Enzo, these soldiers and militiamen were full of enthusiasm. They wished that a few orcs and black spirits would suddenly appear now to let them have a good time.

However, the roads in the city of Dunerqe are complicated, and the streets and alleys are as complex as spider webs. The soldiers dispatched cannot block every street, and there will always be small alleys that people can pass through. Especially when these people have above-average strength, these ordinary soldiers become even more useless.

The five black men had already left the city of Dunerq. They were standing on a hill outside the city, overlooking the city with swaying lights. They bared their chests and stood there quietly and motionless in the cold wind and snow, as if five thousand-year-old trees were firmly rooted in the earth.

After an unknown amount of time, when a group of torch-carrying dragoons galloped towards us, still several miles away from the hill where they were standing, five big black men fell to their knees on the ground at the same time. They stretched out their hands and pointed to the sky and sang a song with a desolate, heroic tone and full of wild atmosphere. They burst into tears, and the cold wind froze the hot tears into ice crystals on their faces, and soon their faces were covered with a thick layer of ice.

The cold wind howled, and the shrill sound was like the roar of a devil on the North Sea. The songs of the big men were torn into pieces by the wind before they could reach far. After the song was over, the five people stood up slowly. The big man with a black spirit who had been stabbed in the chest muttered in a low voice: "Hey, there are other brothers, your spirits are following us in the sky, we will take you home." !”

Another big man with a sword in his chest whispered: "Go home, go back to our home, go back to the place where our ancestors grew up. There, your spirits sleep together with the spirits of your ancestors. When we call you, we can be together again Fight!"

The five big men scratched the palm of their left hand at the same time, and their right hand, stained with blood, drew a strange talisman shaped like an animal head in the air in front of them. The bloody talisman emits a faint light in the air, and a strange power spreads faintly around.

Suddenly, eight extremely thin rays of blood rose into the sky near the port of Dunerq. The flickering blood light echoed the light of the sigils here. An ancient aura rippled around the five warriors at the same time, as if there was an extremely ancient aura. The will possesses them.

Eight thin streaks of blood flickered for a while and then disappeared. Dots of crystal light gathered from around the five big men, hovered around them for a while, and then disappeared into their bodies. The five big men cried three times at the same time, and then looked up to the sky and laughed three times. Then they turned around and walked into the darkness.

The group of nearly a hundred dragoons who were ordered to block the main traffic route came to the foot of the hill. They did not find any clues, so they randomly found a sheltered place and set up a checkpoint.

The five big men had left here long ago. They strode southward as fast as they could.

Across the entire western continent, to the southernmost seaport, and taking a sea ship across the two thousand miles of ocean, this is their hometown. That magical and magnificent black land that makes everyone dream. Although there are countless evils on it, there are also countless heroic, loyal, passionate, and simple black spirit warriors like them.

They left Dun Erqi and Arthur. They left with peace of mind, confidence and magnanimity, just like when they came.

They sang songs passed down by their ancestors all the way. Although as the years have changed, even the oldest elders in the clan cannot figure out the meaning of the ancient songs, but these songs have been sung. Just like their favorite musical instrument, the wooden drum made from old tree roots in the Black Spirit Continent, its clean and honest sound has been reverberating in their souls.

Two years ago, a group of their companions, under the call of the tribal elders, chased a group of shameful slave hunters to the Western Continent and pursued them all the way to Dunerki. Those despicable and shameless slave hunters kidnapped the granddaughter of the great elder of the tribal alliance composed of 73,000 indigenous tribes in the Black Spirit Continent, the alliance saint who could speak since he was born and had supreme talent in spiritual arts. female.

Twenty-three ancestral warriors closest to the alliance headquarters were summoned together, and they were chased all the way under the orders of the elders. …,

But those slave hunters were so powerful that they had not been able to do anything to defeat them until Dunerki. When the other party loaded the people they wanted to rescue onto the big ship and prepared to transport them to the Odin Icefield, everyone was already in despair. The honor of a warrior does not allow failure. They have made a decision. If they cannot rescue the noble saint, they will all die in battle.

The turnaround always comes so quickly and so strangely. Arthur met this group of powerful and simple warriors, and using the connections of the Black Tiger family, Arthur easily exchanged their saints from the slave hunters.

Some of the companions escorted the saint back to the tribe, while the rest took Arthur as their leader and swore an oath to serve him in the name of their ancestors' souls.

But today, they have fulfilled their oath. Eight of their companions died in battle, and they chose to die in a way that burned their souls and lives. They have fulfilled their vows, and they left with a clear conscience and with openness! They want to escort the spirits of their companions back to their hometown, and they want their companions' spirits to rest peacefully in the tombs of their ancestors.

If the companions choose to die in such a noble and glorious way, then they must escort the spirit of their companions back.

With their chests exposed and their backs to the wind and snow, they headed south. Just like when they came, they had to cross continents and oceans, and thousands of miles away was their hometown. There is black land that is so fertile that it produces oil when pinched, countless majestic beasts, countless towering trees, and even their beloved girls.

The people there are simple and honest, and their minds are as broad as the sky. . . They won't scheming like Arthur and others!

"Brothers, we are going home! Follow us all the way home. Don't get lost on the way home!"

The big man who had been stabbed in the chest laughed loudly.

The other four big men also laughed. Lost? how can that be possible? Even if a good man from that black land dies, he will never forget his way home!

Amidst the laughter, the ruby in the big man's belt suddenly became extremely hot, and a dazzling red light burned through the big man's belt and came out.

Before the big man could recover, twelve complex runes appeared on the ruby, and then a red light shot into the sky.

In a tragic explosion, the hills and jungles within nearly two hundred meters were flattened and burned to ashes by the red light.

The smiles on the faces of the five big men froze, and their bodies were completely reduced to nothing in the terrible high temperature.