"No enemy was found."
"No enemy was found on the left."
"There are no such damn bones here either—" shouts one after another on the empty street. Uta turned his head, a light lustre reflected in the anxious dark green pupils—where did the undead go? The long and slender fingers of the head of the mercenary remained motionless on the handle of the rapier, and the doubt in her heart was like a mist that gradually spread out and could not see the five fingers. Everyone looked around in the mist, but found nothing.
The mercenaries marched in the darkness, their footsteps rustling, the unknown hidden under the loneliness of the night, invisibly grabbing everyone's heart coldly. Fear is like a shadow over everyone's head. It doesn't need to speak, but it also strangles everyone's throat. It was so quiet that the needle fell, and everyone was vigilant with his eyes sparkling in the dark:
For fear that the undead who disappeared suddenly without a trace will gush out from a certain alley and surround them with water.
They traversed half of the city, thinking that they would encounter the bloodthirsty dead on the way, and then start a desperate fight. But the enemy seems to exist only in imagination, and the undead of Simon seems to have never existed before—could it be that the young nobleman made a wrong judgment? Uta turned his head, the light from the lighting crystal in the young man's hand penetrated into the depths of her pupils, reflecting the other side's face that was pale and bloody due to malnutrition.
"Head?" the boy asked.
"What are you doing?"
"Did the nobleman make a wrong judgment?" He whispered, "Will they go around to the north?"
"Impossible," the head of the female mercenary categorically denied this judgment: "The battlefield is racing against time, the opposing commander will not be an idiot."
"But..." the young man wanted to say something, but someone in front of him shouted: "Head of the team!"
Both of them were startled, and they looked over there at the same time.
"What's wrong?"
"Some discoveries," the man shouted, "Come and take a look!"
Uta and the boy glanced at each other, nodded and followed, and as soon as she turned the corner, she was stunned—
A scene on the long street completely changed.
It seems that there has been a fierce battle here. Looking around, there is almost no complete stone slab laying on the ground, and there are big pits one after another. The cracked stone slabs seemed to be overturned by some powerful force from the underground, and some were even lifted tens of meters away. If it weren’t for the elemental disorder caused by the slightest element of force in the air, everyone present Everyone has reason to believe that there has been at least a showdown of strength above gold.
Uta raised his head and saw a two-story building not far away dented inward and collapsed on one side; as if the central part was drawn laterally by something, the wooden beams of the supporting structure broke. Such a blow is at least a level above silver. She took a breath and walked forward, looking at the sloping skeletons and human corpses in the pit.
"Who are those people?"
The head of the female mercenary looked at the corpses and frowned. The corpses were dressed just like the poor people outside the city. This is a good explanation, but how should the bone racks scattered around these human corpses be understood? She observed carefully and found that the casualty ratio is close to five to one, which means that there are at least five skeletons next to a human corpse. This exchange ratio, if the poor outside the city have this combat power-Uta would. I wonder how Grudin lived to this day.
The mercenaries shook their heads.
"Where are their weapons?" she asked again.
"No weapons," the mercenary replied.
"No weapons?" Uta took a breath: "You want to tell me that these humans are actually fighting the undead with their bare hands, or are they people of silver—?"
"Head, I don't know if they are Silver People, but the first point-I want to say that's the case." The servant asked them to lower their heads and replied in a low voice.
There was a flash in Uta's eyes, and there was something that happened this night beyond her knowledge. At this time, there was a sound of horseshoes in the street, and everyone raised their heads and saw two or three riders separated in the mist of the night and stopped in front of them—the scouts sent out before. The head of the female mercenary immediately recovered from her thoughts. She raised her head and asked: "What's the matter, what's the discovery?"
"Captain," the rider replied immediately: "There is a sound of fighting in the direction of the city gate."
Is there a sound of fighting in the direction of the city gate
Means, these refugees actually pushed the undead back
Everyone stopped and couldn't help looking at each other. Martha is here, what kind of situation is this
…
The light in the dark is not as simple as the white paint on the dark background. Especially in the deep darkness, the only ray of light seemed to be the hope flowing in people's hearts. Although it has never been illuminated by it, he still wants to move towards that line of brightness. Even if it is just an imagination that exists in the mind, people are willing to trek in the direction of light in the dark.
Even if it leaves a deeper shadow behind, humans are also willing to face the light—
In the darkness, the light of the torch flickered.
The girl quietly knelt down and sat in front of the torch. The red and bright firelight outlined the soft lines of her cheeks. Between bright and dark, the graceful lines extended to the shadows under the neck and the edge of the face. Her dark eyes refracted the fire, as if the deepest part of her pupils lit up a swaying flame, her lips were quietly pressed, her hands on her knees, motionless.
It seemed that everything in front of her had nothing to do with her.
With a loud bang, a vine that two people can hug suddenly rises from the ground, carrying gravel and mud, forming a bow and pulling it toward the white-scented bones under the night. Tens of meters-long vines swept across the ocean of skeletons, and there was a chaotic sound of'cracking', and countless fragments were thrown high and swept to one side.
Three tall, indifferent men in animal skin robes stood on the city wall and directed these vines, as if cleaning up rubbish, and knocking back the bone racks that came up below time and time again. And the beastized werewolves who stood beside them, even half-chuckled a head taller than them, were staring at the sea of undead below with faint eyes, ready to repel those hidden among these mobs. The sneak attack by the Black Warrior and the Corpse Witch.
The battle has lasted for nearly an hour—
But finally a tall werewolf walked up to the girl and bowed his head respectfully: "Miss Antitina, it seems that reinforcements have arrived."
The noble daughter's eyes flashed: "Who?" She asked.
"It seems to be a mercenary."
She turned her head and glanced under the city wall, then turned her head without saying a word, and nodded. Then she turned around slightly—seeing that the merchant lady was holding her precious bag in both hands, her upper body was completely lying on the other side of the battlement, she was sleeping soundly with her eyes closed, her eyelashes hanging down like a thick brush , Her cheek flushed against the fire, she was charming and affectionate. Of course, if she didn't open her mouth slightly, she was drooling down in an extremely indecent posture.
Antitina sighed weakly, stretched out and patted the girl's cheek.
Roman immediately smashed his mouth, waved his hand subconsciously and muttered softly: "If you want to kill Roman, please wait until I finish sleeping—"
The noble daughter suddenly felt a sense of loss of strength.
"Roman."
"I know, I know," Little Roman frowned in his sleep: "Please take the number in line, the next one—"
"..."
…
Yuta was taken aback when he saw Antitina for the first time. The mature head of the mercenary couldn't help but frowned. She looked at the strangely attired guys-werewolves, druids, and Simons. Under their suppression, the undead had little effect. Not to mention that they are late, it is estimated that they will not come, I am afraid there will be no change in the outcome of the battle here. But in her heart she couldn't help but think of how sacred these people were. She doesn't know if these people are under the young nobleman, but if they are, does it mean that the other party has never believed in herself
Well, on Fern's side, the young man should also have some follow-up measures.
She took a breath, and even though she knew it was normal, she still felt a little uncomfortable. It was as if the effort of making up her mind was finally denied by others. Although she had already matured and determined in mind, it was inevitable that she still had some expectations. Especially during the battle that day and night, after witnessing the young man's hand at Grudin, she had a faint hope in her heart, hoping that this would be an opportunity to change her destiny.
Not only hers, but also the entire mercenary group.
In this troubled world, there is no peace forever. She hopes that young man is a lord worthy of following, at least to make most of her people feel belonging. But as expected, the nobles are ordinary people, no matter how different they are-but they will always think about how to plan other people, so they are full of suspicion about other people and don't trust anyone. Even that young man can't escape this circle. The head of the female mercenary swept his fiery red hair behind his ears, and became silent when he thought of this.
But Antitina raised her head and looked at the woman who was one head taller than herself, her expression calm and motionless, as if she didn't show any weakness. These should be mercenaries accepted by Lord Lord? She thought, and then thought about it for a moment, and she probably sorted out Brando's thoughts in her mind. However, seeing each other's every move in her eyes, there was a glimmer of comprehension suddenly flashed-so, she seemed to have guessed the thoughts of the head of the mercenary, and said, "May I ask you who?"
Uta looked at the little girl. Although the other person was much younger than her, she still felt a faint sense of oppression. "Hey, it's another noble girl," the head of the mercenary sneered in his heart, but when she said it was a teasing tone: "Youta, the head of the Shanyan mercenary group, we are the Lord Lord Sect. Here, girl, who are you?"
The temptation came.
Antitina smiled softly in her heart, but replied without changing her face: "I am also Lord Lord's subordinate. To be precise, I am his chief staff." She stretched out her hand flatly: "This is Miss Roman. She is the fiancée of Lord Lord."
The businessman yawned and rubbed her eyes sleepily—
Sure enough, Yuta's heart moved. Disgust and disappointment flashed in her eyes.
This trace of disappointment and disgust did not escape the eyes of the noble daughter. Sure enough, the same thought as Yuta flashed in her mind, but she turned her face, and replied coldly: "However, Miss Yuta, please don't be suspicious-although I appear here as an adult's assistant, it does not mean I agree with his approach." She raised her head and looked at the head of the female mercenary with a cold face: "So Miss head, please help me tell your lord—"
"If you think that a single person can avoid hurting others by putting everything aside, I hope he can abandon this naivety. Because although I don't know what an adult wants to be, I know a true hero. It's not a saint who doesn't make mistakes, but a man who dares to take responsibility!"
"Even if it is a wrong decision, I hope that he understands that a person's life is not only his own, but also belongs to everyone who depends on, cares about, and loves him. It's like I respect the decision of Lord Lord, but never Will forgive him for abandoning his subordinates—"
"Also, please tell him—" Antitina stopped suddenly, her eyes falling in the distance: "In this world, there is no hope and freedom that can be obtained without bloodshed and resistance, which can rely on charity."
The girl stopped, and the last words spread far away.
moment.
Every werewolf on the city wall turned back, and they looked back at the noble girl, with an indescribable light shining in their eyes.
Uta froze slightly, her heart moved, but when she looked at the girl, she asked, "What do you mean?"
Antitina did not answer.
There was a dead silence above the city wall—
The head of the female mercenary turned his gaze to Roman who was aside again, and the merchant lady just smiled sweetly at her and asked: "Well, auntie, Roman wants to ask you if you have a signal arrow?"
Yuta stayed for a while.
…
When the signal rose from the west gate, the bright fire light illuminated the deepest part of the eyes of everyone who participated in this battle in the city—
Brando and Charles and Qian behind him stopped in an instant, and the mercenaries who followed them also stopped in an instant. Everyone subconsciously raised their heads and looked at the bright light, which seemed to be a prayer, a blessing, to tell everyone on the battlefield. Tell them-they won!
Brando took a deep breath.
If he is a gambler, then he thinks he must be the luckiest one. Because the moment the roulette stopped, the pointer of fate was unbiased, and it just opened the door on the only road. As for what was behind the door, maybe he couldn't see things so far, but he at least knew that he finally won again this time.
From the hands of Madara and Grudin, the first move was born.
However, at this moment Charles looked back at his Lord Lord, and the young wizard smiled slightly: "So, after the darkness-is it already dawn? Lord Lord?"
"No," Brando looked at the magical light and shook his head: "It's just—"
"I have seen the ending."