"Why, don't you tell me?" Conard chuckled softly, drew a dagger and patted the girl's cheek: "Since the person who left is not your companion, why do you risk your life to protect them?"
The icy edge of the dagger refracted a breathtaking gloom, as if it was an ice surface, exuding a hint of chill.
As if feeling the cold from the blade, the girl moved slightly, but she took a breath and replied in a low voice, "...I can't beat you, it's my... my own responsibility. I'm responsible. I’m alone… responsible for my own…. Only the weak can rely on… trapping… others in danger, to… save yourself.”
"I am different from you..." she replied like a fire in her half-open eyes.
"Really?" Conard was not angry: "But I have no patience. You have to know that the Gray Wolf Mercenary Group has 70 or 80 people. Not everyone is willing to serve strangers like you. They are tight-lipped. They are mercenaries. I remember that for mercenaries, it seems unnecessary to pay such loyalty. In that case, the final result will not change. Why do you insist. I don’t take pleasure in killing people, so I give You have one chance, girl, you don't want to cry at your weak Master Martha, do you?"
Qian's eyelashes moved.
The young man waited for her answer.
But the girl just gritted her teeth and shook her head gently: "Others are others, and I am me." This is her answer.
"Then goodbye, little girl."
Akane tightened her body with tension at that moment, and her face turned pale-she was just an ordinary person after all, even as a mercenary who was accustomed to life and death, she would feel terrified at the last moment. But this fear did not defeat her persistence, she still gritted her teeth and did not speak. It was just that his hands were clenched into fists, as if confessing his fate, waiting for the fate to come, two rows of crystal tears shed from the corners of the tightly closed eyes.
Conard looked back.
The dark priest of the Black Fire Cult who had been standing behind him nodded, indeed, it was exactly what Conrad said, the gray wolf mercenaries in front of them seemed to them to be in their pockets. As for the captives, you don't need to care about this one. What's more, according to the definition of a mercenary-although these desperadoes give up their lives in battle, they will not easily give up their lives for meaningless persistence.
Macaro and Buga have to keep that secret, the others don't need it.
The two knew this well.
The young man picked up the dagger and pierced it into the girl's chest.
The black fire sect's lower-level dark priest looked at this scene indifferently, as if the red blood that bloomed like a flower did not represent the passing of a life, but just a beautiful picture worthy of appreciation. He heard a creaking sound in the throat of the red-haired girl, Akane seemed to try to grasp something at the last moment, but she opened her eyes suddenly, her eyes gradually became hollow, and then she lost her look.
Consciousness and strength were quickly leaving the girl's body, but at the last moment she still couldn't help but think like this—I wonder if that person knew that she was dead? It turns out that life is so fragile...
Suddenly she felt extremely tired, but then she felt someone put something on her chest—
"what is that… ?"
…
"what is that?"
Conard turned his head and saw the dark priest of the Black Fire Cult in a black robe placing a dark red gem that exuded a faint light on the chest of the girl's corpse. Several beams of light veins like plant roots immediately stretched out from the gem. The black light penetrated into the wound under the dagger, and then extended to the limbs along the girl’s stagnant blood vessels. Soon, a layer of light red enveloping was enveloped. On the whole body.
"God's blood, my lord messenger." The dark priest replied simply.
"Do you want to awaken her as a zombie?"
"No." The dark priest shook his head.
"This woman can resonate with her weapons and have the ability to defeat our high-level cultists with the strength of the lower silver, which shows that she has great potential. This potential comes from her age and has such accomplishments." The gloomy man rustled under his cloak and said, "I gave her the blood of Kabai, the god of thunder. If you successfully evoke a divine envoy, then this gamble will be too worthwhile for me."
"The superior blood?"
Conard couldn't help squinting his eyes: "How did you get it? It stands to reason that a lower-level priest like you is not qualified to take over items of this level?"
"It's just accident, luck is also very important, chaos is the most important thing." The dark priest replied.
The young man snorted softly and looked down at Qian's body. The black and red light beams gradually wrapped her into a light cocoon.
"The probability of failure is also high," he said.
"The loss is just a high-quality corpse." The dark priest replied coldly.
"Let's do it, I'm going to attack next. You'd better stand farther, Buja and Macaro are not ordinary people, they both fight for their lives, I'm afraid I will also lose half of my life." Conard turned around and glanced out of the forest. But even though he said such words, his white-gloved right hand lightly placed it on the hilt of his rapier.
The dark priest knew the priority of this action, so he didn't refute, but just bowed his head and pushed aside. But he stopped for a while, then looked up and asked: "Which group of people who left are really the real'Eco'?"
"The chances are great."
Conrad stepped forward out of the forest and replied without looking back: "It's okay anyway. They can't escape here anyway. If I want them to die, they have to die."
The dark priest smiled silently and sarcastically.
…
In the quiet mountains and forests, the silence was quickly broken by a word--
"So, Lord Lord knew that was the eldest son of Grand Duke Lantonilan?"
"Of course not, Miss Antitina. I was just skeptical at first." Brando sighed and replied: "But the previous Miss Yula reminded me that she is a star, but another The identity is Eco's fiancée. I met them in the Dark Tower, but I didn't remember it for a while."
Of course, the truth of the matter is not the case, and Brando is unlikely to have seen these two people in the Dark Tower. But it doesn't matter, he thought that no one would jump out to expose him anyway. And he didn’t tell lies completely. He really didn’t think of it until after seeing Yura, because that Miss Yura is not an unknown person in history, she can be said to be later Elu is the most famous astrologer, and at the same time, his strength is ridiculously strong.
In the history of the Amber Sword, Brando clearly remembered that Yura was a'chosen one', and she was born blind as proof of this. The Chosen One is the one who is favored by Martha, but mortals are mortals after all, and a defective body cannot accept such a perfect power. Therefore, when the divine power is born, the body itself will be damaged.
In the long history of Vaughan, there are only two Chosen who have no physical defects-one is the hero of the Flame Kingdoms in history, and one of the Four Saints, Gilt, the King of Flame. And the other was born in this era, and now he is holding Madara's cold mercury rod, the future emperor. Although most of the other day-chosen candidates are famous, they are flawed in the end.
But at this moment, I want to say that Yura may become a master of martial arts in the future. Even after enlightening the elements, he once reached a level of 150 and 50 in his peak period. He once assisted the alliance of the Duke of Luen, the Valkyrie, and the Princess Regent to stand tall. Such a'fact', I am afraid that it can only be told as a joke by others.
"Could it be that her talent for the Chosen One was awakened in this battle?" Brando suddenly flashed such a thought.
He had the intention to win over this future first-class powerhouse, but it was a pity that Yola at this time had already been enamored with Eco. Although Duke Lantonilan was still biased towards the royal family at this time, the breakup was also a recent thing. Brando calculated the date and found that he had neither the ability nor the time to redeem the incident.
However, he is not too worried. Anyway, Eco and Yura finally contributed to the reunification of Eruin during the rejuvenation period. It is a pity that these two talented figures died young, and Yura left in history. Had a daughter. He remembered that after the death of the Princess Regent and the Valkyrie, the girl named Elara Rantonilan Ophelia once led Eruin's last rebellion.
But at that time Brando had already left the front line of the battle with Madara and joined Grace, the country of the Church Knights.
Antitina listened to Brando’s explanation, but still stared at him suspiciously: “Is that so? The whole thing is on the surface a battle between two mercenary groups, but in fact it is between the nobles. The continuation of the war.'Maned Wolf' Macaro was actually the vassal of the Duke of Rune? The entire gray wolf mercenary group is the guard of the young man named Eco? So what does the card mercenary group want to do, just Assassination?"
"No, most people in the Gray Wolf Mercenary Corps may not know it," Brando asked: "When Duke Anleck controlled the government, almost all of Duke Luen's family were killed in that assassination. You should know something."
"Of course, the blood of the nobles dyed the coup d'état in that month, how could I have never heard of it..." Antitina's eyes flashed.
"In fact, the Duke of Rune knew about this assassination a long time ago, so he sent out his only son before that, so in that incident, in fact, he planned to use other people's deaths to cover this. The only descendant." Brando took a breath and replied calmly.
Antitina didn't say a word after listening. The struggle between the nobles was originally so bloody. In a sense, it is understandable that Duke Luen did so.
Roman looked at this side not far away, but she didn't seem to be interested in this topic.
"So, I'm afraid they are going to use this only heir to intimidate Duke Luen?" The noble daughter thought for a while and raised her head to ask.
"The reaction is very keen," Brando praised: "The Duke of Luen is still the most powerful supporter of the royal family until now at least. Some people have to act, and naturally they must first shake this'pillar of the royal family'. "
"so… ?"
Antitina frowned worriedly. Although the messed up situation is an advantage for them, as citizens of this kingdom, after all, they don't want the worst to happen.
"In less than three months," Brando replied.
"Macaro has known all this a long time ago?" Antitina raised her head and asked, she suddenly reacted: "He deliberately brought the Black Fire cultists here. He wants to use the mercenary group as bait?"
"I'm afraid it is."
The girl took a breath. It was more than a hundred lives. According to Brando, she even followed the other party’s old men for at least ten years. Although she understood that only cold blood can survive the cruel struggle, she can really come into contact with it. At that time, I still couldn't help feeling cold in my hands and feet. She glanced at Brando suddenly, and thought uncontrollably in her heart: Does her lord think so too
But Brando's eyes still fell in the valley below, and he knew that there was a problem waiting for him to resolve.