Vol 2 Chapter 96

Scene 96: The Fall (1)

The battle was long over, and Connaught and the Dark Priest's Dark Priest inspected the battlefield where the corpse was surrounded. The white smoke of the embers rose from the battlefield and there were dead people everywhere. Believers in black robes, the bodies of demons and mercenaries, they lived alive in the world less than a moment ago. After the blood has cooled down in the body, the skin becomes something like glue, like a pile of molds. . He took a few steps and turned over the body of a mercenary in leather armor, who moaned-the demon head frowned and a sword was added to kill the other's life.

Connant looked up, and said impatiently: "No, Archduke Lun's only son-in-law is not here, Makaro's--"

"Since you are so familiar with him, why bother catching up to fight this battle?" The dark priest replied in a somber voice: "We lost a lot of people, it was caused by the tall man around Macaroo."

"No investment, then come to harvest?" Connart raised his head and grinned, licking his lips bloodthirsty. He drew the blood-stained sword from the corpse and shouted at a few nearby men, "Bring up the remaining prisoners!"

Several trembling grey wolf mercenaries were quickly taken up. In previous battles, these men had fought like the most heroic fighters. But outside the battle, the halo called courage was stripped, and they found themselves powerless, especially after seeing the scene where their companions were swallowed and bloodied by demons, and they realized that their power could not dominate their destiny at all .

Knowing this, the fear of unknown encounters held their hearts.

Among the five was the white-haired youth with whom Brando was familiar. He looked scornfully at his frightened companion. He stayed to cover the yula's escape, so his arrest was also expected. He looked up to see the guy named Connard-they thought he was just the head of the card mercenary regiment, and they were the opposite-but he didn't expect that the guy named Brando was right. Not only did they collude with Blackfire cultists, but they were the minions and running dogs of the shepherd.

The guy named Connard is about the same age as Brando. He felt itchy when he thought of that guy, and no one dared to teach him that way except his father. It was a shame that made him grit his teeth. At the moment, Reddy had seen this guy and Brando as a kind of people, and they were so abominable. He looked at the other with the most contemptuous eyes, trying to stir the anger of the other.

"As long as he comes to see me in trouble, I can humiliate him so that those unwieldy guys can see the courage of the gray wolf mercenaries."

He had such an abacus in his mind, but he did not expect Conald to look at him with a slight glance, and then just smiled. She looked away and fell on another mercenary.

"underestimate me?"

Reddy was furious, and he struggled to charge forward. However, the dark mercenary was pressed tightly on the shoulder, unable to move at all, and it was impossible to swear, because there were still things tied to his mouth, and he could only make a whining sound. He saw Connard walk to the mercenary on the far right, whispered something to the mercenary, the mercenary paused, then shook his head hard.

He thought that Connell should at least torture him, but he did not expect that the demon shook his head directly, and then his companion was dragged away in this way. Reddy couldn't see anything behind him, but from the screams of that mercenary, he could also figure out that it was definitely not a good place, and then he heard a sound of thunderous sound, as if the bones were being pulled from the flesh The sound made by the internal organs slipping out of the body-the screams gradually lost their strength, then became mourning, and finally became a clicky, husky sound-followed by a deep roar.

The voice finally disappeared, but the remaining mercenaries could not help fighting a cold war together.

Then Connart walked to the next mercenary and asked something. The mercenary was so frightened that he couldn't say a word sitting on the ground. The young mercenary commander shook his head with regret, straightened up, watching the mercenary receding, piercing his opponent with a sword, and kicking him out with one kick.

He clapped his hands and asked his men to drag the body away.

There are three mercenaries left, including Reddy.

The white-haired youth saw that their two companions had been scared and almost lost their minds. It seemed that at this time they remembered that they were only doing this job for a bite. Their previous honors, beliefs, and because of the wolf maid The pride built by the glorious record of the Corps fell apart at this moment. They shuddered, pale, and realized that they just wanted to live.

Reddy watched his companions who were extremely proud in the past and even laughed at the dangers of life and death. Now they are embarrassed and can't help yelling at these indifferent guys, but he is also yelling at Connard. "Come to me, you bastard—" He couldn't speak, these voices could only be heard from his heart. Reddy never wanted to show himself so much at this moment, wasn't it just a death, he wanted to let himself Take a look at these companions who are completely controlled by fear, there is nothing to fear from death.

The most humiliating thing should be to yield to the enemy.

But Connard didn't seem to hear him, he just took the mercenaries one by one, and even as if this guy didn't want any information at all, he didn't even ask any more questions. Even if it was the last mercenary kneeling for mercy, vowing to join them and willing to say everything he knew, but his result was only dragged on.

Soon only Reddy was left.

Connold stopped before him--

The white-haired young man didn't respond at first, but just jumped on like a mad dog subconsciously. But he was severely hit on the chest, and he was stung like a bereavement and rolled back several times. Then he got up ashamed and woke up-there was only one of him left here. After realizing this, his heart sank irresistibly, and no one can 'appreciate' his heroism? Who will he show to? Enemy?

But look at Connard with a look of indifference, and the dark clergyman who also can't see the expressions around him. They obviously won't appreciate him because of his heroic behavior. A bit of coldness wrapped around him, and Reddy gave a sudden stun. He thought of a problem, he just died here unclearly, and ended up with those unsightly guys?

But how can this be? He is Reddy, the best young man in the group except Aiko. If he dies here, like those cold bodies, who knows how heroic he was?

No, he can't die so incompetently.

But no one here can record all this, how he wished that there was still a hidden man in the forest. Or there are people on the battlefield pretending to be dead. It is good to record the scene of generosity before his death. Reddy told himself subconsciously that he was not afraid of death, what was death, he just did not want to die like those meaningless guys. But he knew that all of this was destined to be a hope. In the presence of the Blackfire, no one in the regiment could hide in this forest except the leader and Buga.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help tangling inside. Wandering between death and more meaningful death, his complexion also fluctuates.

And Connard looked at the young man coldly, and didn't say a word from beginning to end, and then he drew a dagger from the dark priest's waist-Reddy suddenly hit a spirit, and finally realized the death. Approaching. But he didn't expect Connard to ask a word without saying that he was a bastard, but he was a descendant of the Clan, a descendant of Cavalier Marco, and Eruin's true heritage of the long aristocracy. He struggled, but immediately felt the coldness of the dagger blade around his neck.

No, he didn't want to die.

At the last moment, Reddy finally showed a look of despair, and the will to fight in his eyes naturally disappeared. All these changes could not escape the eyes of the young commander, and Connart immediately retracted the dagger, took off the mask of the white-haired young man, and asked, "Do you want to die?"

Reddy opened his mouth and wanted to say something ruthless, but he found that he couldn't say a word and finally nodded silently—but he suddenly reacted and shook his head. Then he felt his face dry, not because of his weakness, but because he was so scared that he didn't even hear the other person's words.

What a shame.

"Then I ask you a question." Connell straightened up and looked down at the young man. "The other team with you, how many people they have, and in what direction."

When Reddy stayed, if the demon wanted him to reveal some core information of the Gray Wolf Mercenary Regiment, he thought that he might really be indifferent for a moment. But since the group was mentioned, it was the enemy's encounter. For a time, the white-haired young man subconsciously approached the other party and regarded these people as a group. He didn't think he was surrendering, at most it was everyone's cooperation.

That guy dared to teach him.

He thought with gritted teeth.

"They left northeast, before you attacked. There were fifteen people, led by a young man, about the same size as the head of the group, and two women with him. He had twelve guards ... Reddy paused: "They seem to have at least silver power. I only learned this by overhearing the conversation between the head and the Bougainvilleians."

He said without any detail, without even Connard'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 punched him, and Connado kicked him like a dog. It seems that the child automatically forgot to clean it.

Connard glanced at each other with the dark clergyman beside him.