The battle was over long ago, and Conrad and the dark priests of the Black Fire cultivators patrolled the battlefield where the corpse was pillowed. White smoke of embers curled up from the battlefield, and there were dead people everywhere. The corpses of the believers in black robes, demons and mercenaries, they still existed in this world alive less than a moment ago. At this moment, after the blood has cooled in the body, the skin becomes glue-like things, like a pile of molds. . He walked a few steps and opened the corpse of a mercenary in leather armor. The latter groaned|groaned—the demon leader frowned, and he made a sword and killed the opponent.
Conard raised his head and said impatiently: "No, Grand Duke Luen's only heir is not here, that fellow Macaro—"
"Since you are so familiar with him, why bother to catch up and fight this battle." The dark priest replied with a gloomy voice: "We lost a lot of people because of the tall man next to Macaro."
"If you didn't put in, what will you gain?" Conrad raised his head and chuckled, licking his lips bloodthirsally. He drew the blood-stained sword from the corpse, pointed at a few of his men not far away and shouted, "Bring up the remaining prisoners!"
A few trembling gray wolf mercenaries were quickly escorted up. In the previous battles, these people had fought like the bravest fighters. But outside of the battle, the aura called courage was deprived. They found that they had no power to resist, especially after seeing the bloody scenes of their companions being swallowed by demons, they realized that their power could not dominate their destiny. .
Knowing this, the fear of unknown encounters grabbed their hearts.
Among the five, there was the white-haired young man Brando was familiar with, and he looked contemptuously at his frightened companion. He stayed in order to cover the escape of the Yuras, so his arrest was also expected. He looked up and saw the guy named Conard—they thought he was just the leader of the card mercenary group, their opponent—but they didn’t expect that the guy named Brando was right, they Not only was he in collusion with the Black Fire cultists, but he was also the minion and lackey of the tree shepherd.
That guy named Conard was about the same age as that Brando. He tickled his teeth when he thought of that guy, and since childhood, no one except his father dared to teach him that way. It was a shame that made him grit his teeth. At this moment, Reddy had regarded the guy in front of him and Brando as the same kind of people, both of them so disgusting, he looked at each other with the most contemptuous eyes, trying to arouse the other's anger.
"As long as he comes to trouble me, I will be able to humiliate him, so that those ineffective guys can see the courage that Gray Wolf mercenaries should have."
He had this kind of calculation in his heart, but he didn't expect Conrad to see his eyes, startled slightly, and then just smiled. He turned his gaze away and fell on another mercenary.
"underestimate me?"
Reddy was furious, and he struggled to rush towards him. However, the shoulders were held tightly by the dark mercenaries, and they couldn't move at all. It was impossible to yell at them, because there were still things tied up on their mouths, and they could only make a whining sound. He saw Conrad walk up to the mercenary on the far right and whisper something to the mercenary. The mercenary stayed for a while, then shook his head hard.
He thought that Conrad should at least have to torture him, but he didn't expect that the demon would shook his head directly, and then his companion was dragged away. Reddy couldn't see what was behind him, but from the scream of the mercenary, he could figure out that it was definitely not a good place to go, and then he heard a screaming sound, as if the bones were pulled away from the flesh and blood. The sound of the internal organs sliding out of the body—the screaming scream gradually lost strength, then turned into a wailing, and finally turned into a crackling, hoarse voice—and then accompanied by a low roar.
The voice finally disappeared, but the remaining few mercenaries couldn't help but fought a cold war together.
Then Conard walked to the next mercenary and asked what. The mercenary was so frightened that he couldn't say a word while sitting on the ground. The young mercenary captain shook his head regretfully, straightened up, looked at the mercenary who was backing away, pierced the opponent's eye socket with a sword, and kicked him out.
He clapped his hands, and then asked his men to drag the corpse away.
There are three mercenaries left, including Reddy.
The white-haired young man was scared almost confused when he saw his two companions. It seemed that at this time they remembered that they were only doing this for a bite of food, their previous honors, beliefs, and because of the gray wolf servants. The pride built up by the glorious record of the Corps collapsed at this moment. They shivered, their faces pale, realizing that they just wanted to live.
Reddy looked at his formerly proud companions who talked and laughed freely even in the face of the danger of life and death now behaved horribly, and couldn't help cursing these unworthy guys in his heart, but he was also scolding Conrad. "You have come to me, you bastard—" He was speechless, these voices could only be emitted from his heart. Reddy never wanted to express himself so much at this moment. Isn't it just a death? He wants to let himself do this. The companion who was completely controlled by fear took a look, and there was nothing to be afraid of death.
The most humiliating thing is to surrender to the enemy.
But Conard didn't seem to hear him, he just took away the mercenaries one by one, even as if this guy didn't want to get any information at all, he didn't even ask questions anymore. Even if it was the last mercenary who knelt down and begged for mercy, vowed to join them, willing to say everything he knew, but his result was just being dragged down.
Soon Reddy was the only one left.
Conard stopped in front of him—
The white-haired young man didn't react at first, but subconsciously pounced on like a mad dog. But he was immediately hit hard in the chest, and he was kicked back and rolled back a few times like a bereaved dog. Then he got up with a sullen face before he woke up-he was the only one left here. After realizing this, his heart sank uncontrollably. No one can'appreciate' his bravery anymore? Who did he show it to? The enemy
Look at Conrad with his indifferent face and the dark priests who also can't see his expression around him. They obviously won't appreciate him because of his heroic behavior. A biting coldness enveloped him, and Reddy shivered suddenly. He thought of a question, he just died here so unclearly, and ended up with those unsightly guys
But how can this be? He is Reddy, the best young man in the group except Eco. If he died here, like those cold corpses, who would know that he had been brave
No, he couldn't die so incompetently.
But there is no one here who can record all this, how much he hopes there is a hidden person in the forest. Or there are people on the battlefield pretending to be dead. Fortunately, he could record the scene of his generosity before his death. Reddy told himself subconsciously that he was not afraid of death. Death was nothing. He just didn't want to die like those meaningless guys. But he knew that all this was destined to be an extravagant hope. In front of the Black Fire Cultists, no one in the regiment except the head and Buga could hide in this forest.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help feeling tangled in his heart. Wandering between death and death more meaningfully, the complexion also changes.
And Conard looked at the young man coldly, without saying a word from the beginning to the end, and then he drew the dagger from the dark priest's waist with a'zeng'—Reddy suddenly struck a spirit, and finally realized that death was approaching. . But he didn't expect that Conrad would not ask a word. As a bastard, he was a descendant of the Tianding family, a descendant of the knight Marco, and Eruin's true heritage of a long nobleman. He struggled, but immediately felt the coldness of the blade of the dagger on his neck.
No, he doesn't want to die.
At the last moment, Reddy finally showed a look of despair in his heart, and the will to fight in his eyes naturally disappeared. All these changes couldn't escape the eyes of the young captain. Conard immediately retracted his dagger, pulled off the white-haired young man's mask, and asked, "Do you want to die?"
Reddy opened his mouth, trying to say something cruel, but he found himself shivering and couldn't say a word, and finally nodded silently—but he suddenly reacted and shook his head quickly. Then he felt his face heat up, not because of his weakness, but because he was so scared that he didn't even hear the other party's words.
What a shame.
"Then I'll ask you a question." Conard straightened up and looked at the young man condescendingly: "The other team with you, how many people are there in total, and where are they going."
Reddy stayed, if the demon wanted him to reveal some core information about the Gray Wolf Mercenary Group, he thought he might be really inexorable for a while. But since the group of people was mentioned, it was the same hatred. For a while, the white-haired young man subconsciously pulled the other side closer, and faintly regarded these people as a group. He thinks that this is not a surrender, at best it is everyone's cooperation with each other.
That guy dared to teach him.
He thought through gritted teeth.
"They left to the northeast, before you attacked. There were fifteen people in total. The leader was a young man, about the same age as the captain, and there were two women with him. He has twelve guards..." Reddy paused: "They seem to be at least silver-powered. I learned this only after listening to the head of the group talking with the Bouga."
He said in detail, without even needing Conrad's reminder, to betray Brando in an orderly manner. If Brando were here, he would probably be laughed out of anger. He just punched this guy, and by contrast, Conrad kicked him like a dog. This guy will It seems that I forgot to clean it automatically.
Conrad glanced at each other with the dark priest beside him.