Vol 2 Chapter 166

166th Gambler's Roulette (3)

"No enemies were found."

"No enemy was found on the left."

"There aren't any **** bones here either--" shouted one after another on the empty street. Uta turned her head back, a light sheen reflected in the anxious dark green pupils-where did those undead go? The maiden commander's slender fingers pressed firmly against the cage of the sword, wondering in their hearts 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 dark, their feet rustling, the unknown lurking in the darkness of the night, and chilly everyone's soul invisibly. Fear is like a shadow hanging over everyone's head. It doesn't need to speak, and it also chokes everyone's throat. The needle was so quiet that everyone could watch with glittering eyes in the dark:

I'm afraid that those undead who suddenly disappeared without a trace would gush out of an alley, and they would be surrounded by water.

They traversed half the city and thought they would meet the bloodthirsty dead on the way, and then started a deadly fight. But the enemy seemed to exist only in imagination, and Simon's undead seemed to have never existed—is that the young aristocrat's judgment wrong? Yuta looked back, and the light of the crystal in the teenager's hand penetrated deep into her pupils, reflecting the other person's pale, scarred face because of malnutrition.

"Leader?" The boy asked.

"What are you doing?"

"Is that the aristocracy wrong?" He whispered, "Will they go north?"

"Impossible," the head of the mercenary categorically rejected this judgment. "On the battlefield, every minute counts, and the opposing commander will not be a fool."

"But ..." The boy wanted to say more, but someone shouted in front of him: "Head!"

They were both stunned and looked over there in unison.

"what happened?"

"Some find," the man shouted, "you come and see!"

Yuta and the boy glanced at each other, nodded and followed, and when she turned around, she froze-

The scene on the long street changed completely.

It seems to have experienced a fierce battle. Looking at it, the stone slabs laid on the ground can hardly find a good one, and there are big pits one after another. The cracked slabs seemed to be overturned by some powerful force from the ground, and some were even lifted up to dozens of meters. If it were not for the disorder of the elements caused by the slightest force in the air, every person present Everyone has reason to believe that at least they have experienced a duel of gold or more.

Utta lifted his head and saw a two-storey building sunken inward and collapsed to the side; as if the central part was pulled laterally by something, the wooden beams of the supporting structure broke. That blow was at least the level above silver. She took a soft breath and walked forward, looking at the crooked skeleton racks in the Middle East and the human bodies.

"Who are those people?"

The head of the mercenary looked at the corpses and frowned. The corpses were dressed just like the poor outside the city. This is a good explanation, but how should the bone racks scattered around these human bodies be understood? She observed it carefully and found that the casualty ratio was close to five to one, that is to say, a human body had at least five skeletons next to it. This exchange ratio, if the poor outside the city had this combat power-Yuta fell I wonder how Gruddin lived to this day.

The mercenaries shook their heads.

"What about their weapons?" She asked again.

"No weapons," the mercenary replied.

"No weapons?" Yuta took a breather. "Do you want to tell me that these humans are actually fighting the undead with bare hands or are they silver people?"

"Head, I don't know if they are silver people, but the first point-I want to say that is exactly the case." They told their servants to bow their heads and whispered.

Yuta's eyes flashed, and something happened that night beyond her cognition. At this moment there was a sound of horseshoes in the street. Everyone looked up and saw two or three riders separated from the night mist before them-a scout sent out before. The head of the mercenary immediately recovered from her thoughts. She looked up and asked, "What's wrong, is there anything you found out?"

"Leader," the rider immediately replied, "there is a voice of war in the direction of the gate."

There is a sound of war in the direction of the gate?

Meaning, did these refugees push the undead back?

Everyone stopped and looked at each other. What's the situation like Martha is up?

...

The light in the darkness is not as simple as the white paint on the dark background. Especially in the deep darkness, the only beam of light seemed to be the hope flowing in the heart. Although it has not been illuminated by it, I still want to advance towards that line of brightness. Even if it is only an imagination that exists in the soul, one is willing to trek in the direction of light in the dark.

Even if a deeper shadow is left behind, but humans are also willing to face the light—

In the darkness, the light of the torch swayed.

The girl knelt on her knees quietly and sat in front of the torch. The red and bright flames outlined the soft lines of her cheeks. Between light and dark, the beautiful lines extended into the shadows under the neck and the edges of her face. Her dark eyes refracted the flames, as if a swaying flame ignited in the deepest part of her pupils, her lips pursed quietly, her hands on her knees, motionless.

As if everything in front of her had nothing to do with her.

There was a loud noise, and a vine that could only be embraced by two people suddenly rose from the ground, with gravel and dirt, looped into a bow and drew towards the white skeletons under the night. The tens of meters of vines swept across the ocean of skeletons, and ‘craps and cracks’ rang, and countless fragments were thrown up high and swept away.

Three tall, indifferent men in animal skin robes stood on the city wall and directed these vines, as if they were cleaning up garbage, and they beat down the bones that came up again and again. And those beastly werewolves who stood beside them, even half-carrying their bodies, a head higher than them, were staring at the ocean of undead with a dim look, ready to repel those hidden in these black people. The sneak attack of the black warrior and the corpse witch.

The battle has been going on for almost an hour--

But finally a tall werewolf walked up to the girl and lowered her head respectfully: "Miss Antitina, it seems that reinforcements have arrived."

The nobleman's eyes flashed: "Who?" She asked.

"It seems like a mercenary."

She glanced down at the city wall, then turned back without a word, and nodded. Then she turned around gently—seeing that the young lady was holding her precious bag in her hands, her upper body was completely lying on the battlements on the other side, she slept soundly with her eyes closed, and her eyelashes fell like a thick line The brushes and cheeks are red and flamboyant against the background of fire, and they are pleasurable to love-of course, if it is not a small mouth opening slightly, a large pool of dream saliva is flowing down in a very indecent posture.

Antitina sighed weakly, stretched out and patted the girl's face, slap.

Romain immediately smashed his mouth, whispered subconsciously and murmured, "If you want to kill Romain, please wait for me to sleep--"

The nobleman suddenly felt a sense of powerlessness.

"Roman."

"I see, I know," Little Roman wrinkled his eyebrows in his sleep: "Please get in line, the next--"

"..."

...

Yuta was surprised when she saw Antitina for the first time. The mature maid chief could not help frowning, and she looked at the strangely dressed guys—werewolves, druids, Simon's undead had done almost nothing under their suppression. Not to mention that they arrived late, it is estimated that they will not come, I am afraid that the outcome of the battle here will not change at all. But she couldn't help thinking of how sacred these people were. She didn't know if these people were under the young aristocracy, but if so, does it mean that the other party never believed in himself?

Then Fern, the young man should have some follow-up measures.

She took a soft breath, and although she knew it was normal, she felt a little uncomfortable. It was as if determined efforts were eventually denied by others. Although she was mature and determined, she still had some expectations. Especially during the battle that night, after witnessing the young man with Grudin with her own eyes, she had a faint expectation in her heart, hoping that this would be an opportunity to change her destiny.

Not just hers, but the entire mercenary regiment.

In this troubled world, wandering uncertainty will never be peaceful. She hoped that young man would be a worthy follower, at least to make most of her people feel belonging. Sure enough, the aristocrats are generally no matter how different they are-but they will always think about how to plan for others all day, so they are full of suspicion about others and do not trust anyone. Even the young man couldn't escape this circle. The head of the mercenary corps drew her fiery red hair behind her ears and thought nothing of it.

But Antitina looked up at the woman who was nearly a head taller than herself, looking calm and motionless, as if showing no sign of weakness. These should be mercenaries conquered by Lord Lord? She thought, then thought a little, and probably cleared Brando's mind in her mind. However, she watched each other's actions in her eyes, and suddenly there was a hint of understanding-so it seems that she guessed the idea of ​​the head of the maid, and said, "Excuse me, are you?"

Yuta looked at the little girl. Although the other party was much younger than her, she still felt a faint sense of oppression. "Well, it's another noble little girl," the head of the maid mercenary said in her heart, but she said with a stingy tone: "Yuta, head of the Shanyan mercenary regiment. Come, who are you, little girl? "

Here comes the temptation.

Antitina smiled slightly, but replied without change: "I am also the Lord's lord, to be precise, I am his chief aide." She reached out her hand: "This is Miss Roman, She is the fiancee of Lord Lord. "

The merchant lady yawned and rubbed her eyes sleepily—

Sure enough, Utta moved. There was also a hint of disgust and disappointment in her eyes.

This disappointment and disgust did not escape the eyes of the aristocracy. Sure enough, she had the same thought as Utta in her mind, but she turned and replied coldly, "But Miss Utta, don't be suspicious-although I appeared here as an adult's aide, it did not On behalf of me, I agree with him, "she looked up, looking at the head of the maid with a cold face:" So Miss Head, please tell me to the Lord— "

"If you think that if you leave everything alone, you can avoid hurting others, 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 is not a saint who does not make mistakes, but a man who dares to take responsibility! "

"Even if it is a wrong decision, I hope he understands that a person's life is not only his own, but also the people who rely on, care for and love him. It is like my decision to respect the Lord, but never Would forgive him for abandoning his subordinates— "

"Also, please tell him—" Antitina stopped suddenly, her gaze distant: "In this world, without bloodshed and resistance, you can rely on the hope and freedom you give."

The girl stopped, and the last word came out far away.

moment.

Every werewolf above the city wall turned his head. They looked back at the aristocratic girl with an unspeakable light shining in his eyes.

Utta froze slightly, but her heart moved, but watching the girl asked: "What do you mean?"

Antitina did not answer.

There was a dead silence above the wall--

The head of the mercenary again turned her eyes to Roman, and the merchant lady just smiled sweetly at her and asked, "That, aunt, does Roman want to ask you for a signal arrow?"

Yuta stayed.

...

When the signal rose from Ximen, the bright firelight illuminated the deepest eyes of everyone in the city who participated in this battle-

Brando stopped with Charles and Akane behind him, and the mercenaries who followed them stopped at the same time. Everyone subconsciously looked up at the bright light, it seemed like a prayer, a blessing, and told 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 at the moment when the roulette stopped, the hand of fate was impartial, and just opened the door above the only road. As for what was behind the door, maybe he couldn't see things that far away for a while, but at least he knew that he finally won again this time.

From Madara and Grudin, Shengsheng took the first move.

However, at this moment Charr looked back at his Lord Lord, and the young wizard smiled slightly: "So after dark, is it already dawn? Lord Lord?"

"No," Brando looked at the magical light and shook his head. "Just--"

"I've seen the ending."