Chapter 390

Lukofus's problem tightened everyone's body, and only Talos was calm.

Later, he replied in a tone of exposition:

"I'm not sure. Maybe a few hours, maybe a few days, everything depends on the power they use to hunt us. If they land in an army, we may not last long, but at least we will bleed more cruelly than in a fair battle. Hours and days are longer than a few minutes. I know which one I will choose."

After listening to him, the soldiers held weapons and leaned forward - the atmosphere changed and all their reluctance disappeared.

Talos continued.

"The curse echo is unlikely to survive. Once the spirit clan is free from the influence of screaming, it will be like our" you don't owe me anything, valer... No more. "

This time, Valle looked almost stunned.

"Owe you? Owe you!? is that what you think of our brotherhood? A series of benefits that need to be repaid? I will stand with you because we are all soldiers of the eighth Legion! Brother, Talos, we are comrades in arms with life and death."

"I appreciate your approval, but not this time."

"You can't --"

"I can do whatever I want. Company commander marcarion agrees with me, so it's decided. Moreover, there is no spare space on dieterian's ship to accommodate more than ten soldiers. It's best to store the relics that must be returned to the Legion. You and your work must be protected first."

Valere took a breath.

"Do you realize that you often interrupt others? It's almost as annoying as USAS licking his teeth."

"I'll remember."

Talos replied.

"In the last time of my life, I will try to make up for this worrying character defect... Are you ready now? If I give you 12 hours and give as many servants as I want, can you guarantee to load all your equipment on dieterian's ship?"

Valle showed his teeth and squeezed out an unusual smile.

"Yes."

"That's good. Speaking of it, I haven't seen you lose your temper."

Valere rubbed his closed eyes with his fingertips.

"You ask too much of me."

"Is that so? By the way, I need you to do something else, Valere."

The pharmacist met the prophet's eyes again and felt some uneasiness in each other's tone.

"What?"

"After you leave, I want you to find Marek of black armour."

Valle raised a thin eyebrow.

"I'll never go back to the vortex again, Talos. Huron will cut off my head."

"I don't believe that Marek will leave Huron there, or that the black armor guards will be willing to join the blood predators. They must have boarded the red pirate ship for another reason. Although I don't know what the reason is, no matter what happens, I believe him... If you can find him, tell him that the plan has succeeded, macalyon has been reborn, and the war philosopher continues Command and lead the tenth company again on the last night. "

"I'll pretend I don't understand these words, much like last words... Is that all?"

"Also, apologize to him for me."

Valle looked at Talos deeply and nodded slowly.

"It's all right, but dieterian's ship can't go far. It's too small to sail long distances. We all know that."

"It doesn't need to go far, it just needs to get out of here."

Valle snorted discontentedly.

"The spirit clan may catch up with us."

"Yes, they may, so, are there any other complaints? You're wasting the last time I can give you."

"What about otavia? How can we sail in the sea of souls without a navigator."

Talos smiled.

"That's why she will go with you."