Vol 3 Chapter 351

"Daddy ... daddy ... help me ..."

The little girl was crying as she crawled, her nose and tears mixed on her little face, and the white dress had long been black and dyed black and red.

If the village outside Bunoa was covered with blood plasma, the streets, water wells, and places of sight were covered with blood stains. The demons from the river of sulfur bribed those residents who were too late to flee from the house. Dragged out, brutally tortured, and hung on a tree in the village. The little girl screamed and called for her father, but her father might have become one of these unfortunate people.

But the demons seemed to be playing with this little prey, and got great fun from the uneasy and shock of the little girl. They made her struggle in a pool of blood and mud, but every time he climbed a distance, a hellhound came to bite her white leg and drag her back.

The little girl was screaming and struggling, and the little devil not far away burst into laughter. It was like a feast to them. They took out a dying girl from the corpse pile, held her long flax-colored hair with her claws, and then opened her chest with a sharp knife to dissolve in the blood splash. Get out of the heart, and then **** it down and swallow it.

The little girl was completely frightened when she saw this scene. When the Hellhound came to her, she seemed to have lost interest, bite it, and then shook her huge head. The little girl ’s body was like A broken doll shook with its huge mouth.

But at this time, this **** creature with a height of one person and a huge collar like a huge wolf with a dark fur suddenly looked up. She shook her ears, and a look of vigilance appeared in her flowing eyes. A sharp arrow whistled from the distant night sky, separating the wind and the shower, and the arrow hit its smoky nostril. The creature with a smell of sulfur suddenly made a scream, and the whole body writhed backwards.

A horsewoman rushed out of the rain, and the sharp sword in her hand glowed with cold spikes. The light of resentment appeared in her eyes, a hand raised the jaw of the hellhound, and the flames burned from under the hellhound's fur. She burned her fingers, but she gritted her teeth and sent the sword up, and the sword fell into the handle.

"Go to death. Devil, get back to your hell!"

There was a howl from the Hellhound, and a scorching blood splattered from the wound in his throat, splashing Freya's face.

Then more knights rushed out of the rain curtain. Beth held a long bow, one arrow at a time, and charged the little devil in the distance. These red-skinned goblins are nothing but the power of the black iron, not as good as the hellhound that Freya killed.

The knights passed by Freya, calling out the name of the female knight. But Freya seemed to have lost all her strength and piled the corpse of the hellhound to the ground. Then she bent down and carefully picked up the little girl. The little girl was a blur of blood from her neck to her chest. She half closed her eyes, and the little mouth spit out blood foam and visceral fragments, trying to make a little noise:

"Sister ... it hurts ..."

Freya clenched her lower lip, tears couldn't stop coming. This scene seems to have met before, and it has been performed in Butch, many other places in Eruin. She had experienced it in the first place and experienced the same pain. The flames of war raged across the earth, but it was not the aristocrats of the kingdom who tormented them, but his people.

For a year, the kingdom seemed to return to peace, but the same pain repeated itself. This time it was the cruelty of the Cruzs and the aristocracy in the north that caused it. Who is next?

Eruin was powerless to change, just as she was powerless to save the little girl in her arms. Freya felt she could only watch her die weakly, and the little girl lost her temperature in her arms.

"Brando, what should I do ..." Freya put her down gently, couldn't help mumbling.

She turned around, and Beth had no idea when she had been behind the horsewoman, and patted her on the back. "Freya, this is war, you have to learn to get used to it." She sighed and replied.

"But when will the Eruin end the war?"

"When it becomes stronger, no one can manipulate our destiny."

"Someday," Beth replied firmly, "His Royal Highness will definitely do it, and no longer rely on the decaying aristocrats of the North."

really? Freya couldn't help remembering what Brando had told her, but wasn't the royal party a noble? Can those nobles really experience such pain? The more she knew, the darker and deeper the history seemed to her eyes, as if a huge mouth was going to devour her. But she remembered those firm eyes in Butch's sea of ​​fire. Why was Brando always so confident?

The mist that disturbed everyone seemed to be non-existent before him, did he already see the other end of history, the inevitable ending?

The girl was stunned.

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Bunuoan's position was like a scorched bottom of the pot, and some sticks were erected above and below the scorched earth, and some still kept a few broken flags. The hot pieces of armor were scattered all over the place, and there were incomplete human bodies, hands and feet, or other parts everywhere.

The demon's offensive finally came to an end, but it brought unparalleled shock to people's hearts. The defeated soldiers retreated one after another, and finally rebuilt a line of defense after retreating two or four or five miles away. The genius of the people in Hong Kong, Viscount von Dogning looked at the large pits in the distance from the ground, hating his teeth itchingly. When the old masters of the northern coalition cried and cried for retreat, Killing them all with one sword is a bunch of crickets.

He had the good fortune to survive the battle in the Highlands of Mar. Although captured and captured, he was quickly exchanged back, which made him look very bad, so he desperately needed a victory to prove himself. The glory of soldiers is to move forward, especially in such wars. Killing a few more demons is the fund for future promotion.

But the demon's offense was so daunting that Viscount von Dougning did not know if he had any chance. On the other side of the horizon was a bright fire. It's as if the heavy rain is grease, making the flame more dazzling. The Acropolis of Bunoa was over. He didn't care how many people died there, and who died. It had nothing to do with him, but he knew at least that line of defense had become precarious.

He saw several knights in white lions' uniforms walking past him-the white lions seemed to be organizing a counterattack. He couldn't help spitting, such a fight was uncomfortable. Even the enemy's combat style is unclear, and the commanders are really a bunch of idiots.

Viscount von Dogning couldn't help looking at the sky, his eyes couldn't penetrate the rain curtain. However, the shadow of the Royal First Fleet of Eruin can still be seen hanging in the air. His eyes were so deep that he didn't know what he was thinking.

Count Yanilasu corrected the time on the pocket watch for the last time-

The fleet was fully deployed in the direction of the Northern Demon Army, and all gun doors above the ship's side had been opened. It's like opening countless black holes. The sun had completely sunk into the horizon, and in the heavy rain, there was only a blackness with no fingers.

But Skyrim still has a string of afterglow, and a mottled light mixed with flames.

The light fell on the countless fortitude of the count, drawing a few straight lines. The middle-aged man turned his head and glanced at the Cruzers: "Fifteen minutes left."

Almost all high-ranking coalition forces, Cruzs, and Eruins, are now on the deck. Under the watch of Archbishop Wood, Shire placed a crystal ball in the center, and the crystal ball was the image of Brando.

At the same time, Brando was looking at the image of Wood on the crystal ball that Barbassa placed on the parchment map.

"Brando. In fifteen minutes, the Cruzs and the Eruins will launch a total offensive against the demon army from the Brimstone River several times theirs. We will attract your attention." Wood looked serious. "But can you really find a way to tear down those flames?"

"I can't guarantee it," Brando replied earnestly, "but you and I understand what will happen if I don't succeed, so we must do it."

"Me and you-both, Lord Sacrifice Lord." He smiled slightly.

Wood looked at Brando deeply.

If possible, this is one of his least wanted faces, and this time Ampelsel's plan will almost become his nightmare. The situation at the port has completely deteriorated. If the Northern Alliance is unable to defeat the demons, the Cruz Empire and the Temple of Fire will likely pay a heavy price for this together.

Those were the three blazes of flames, and no one knew the weight better than him. No, one person may be at least as clear as him. Wood stared at each other desperately, wondering what this young man would know about so much inside.

As soon as Brando spoke, the northern nobles fry:

"Is this guy shirk responsibility?"

"Master Sacrifice, if he can't pack the tickets, what's the point of launching a decisive charge on the demon here, it's like a fool."

"Is this Her Royal Highness trying to use up the strength of her allies?"

"Still awaiting help, the Temple of Fire will not leave us alone."

On the other side of the crystal ball, Princess Griffin grabbed Brando's sleeve. She looked at him a little angrily and asked, "Mr. Brando, you said, we want to see what happens."

"They are demons, Her Royal Highness."

"I know, but you don't need to take unnecessary risks," Her Royal Highness tried to suppress her anger: "Mr. Brando, we can finally defeat them! I don't support your personal heroism, though romantic But it's not the right way! "

Brando sighed and stretched out his hand to gently straighten the chaotic hair on His Royal Highness's forehead. This action scared everyone around him. Even the first princess froze, but Brando didn't care. To be honest, he didn't know if he could go back alive during this trip.

The moment he made his decision, he knew what kind of battle he would face next.

"Have you ever seen a real demon army, Your Royal Highness?" He asked softly.

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"Have you ever seen a real army of demons, a bunch of idiots?" Wood slowly turned his head back, and anyone could hear the anger bred in the voice of the High Priest. The northern nobles could not live forever, but they also bowed their heads in front of the Yan Temple, and everyone was trembling for a while.

"Devils are the enemies of order and civilization. Your Royal Highness, they are taunting. Although they are not under the Dragon of Twilight, they are born of chaos. They were born to tear everything, all beautiful and cherished. Things are their enemies. And their pleasure is based on the pain and despair of mortals. "

"The temple is not against cultists to subdue the voice of opposition. Those who follow the twilight and chaotic believers, their faith is to shatter this world and make our world no longer exist. However, some of us present today People, some aristocrats who should take the lead of the people-but ignorantly ignore this, it is regrettable. "

"The evil demon of the Four Realms still remembers that the demons that poured out of the open portals destroyed everything, and a whole kingdom, almost all souls have completely disappeared. Who will save them? No one. Even The temple can't do it. Her Royal Highness, have you ever seen a demon walk on the earth, and the flames of sulfur burned everything behind them? "

"I've seen it, and I wasn't a high-ranking priest at that time. Millions of demons descended on this world, and it took the temple ten years of hard work to completely drive them back to the river of sulfur."

"Today, Eruin faces the same fate."

"At that time, on the border of Antobra, it was just a crack. But today, there are three complete portals." Wood said quietly, and he was not afraid to reveal the secret of the temple, because if today's If things are not good, his political life will be completely ended and he will become a sinner.

What's more, the reputation of the Temple of Fire will suffer an unimaginable blow.

the other side. Brando was silent, and decided to tell the truth: "His Royal Highness Princess Eruin will turn into a piece of scorched soil. Although we may be able to rebuild it someday, is there still a chance?"

There are millions of lives here, and that may have nothing to do with him. He would not see them endured in the flames, he would not see them die in pain, and he would not even hear the sorrow before their death.

Everything seemed so irrelevant to him, he could still carry out his plan in an orderly way and reshape this ancient kingdom on the wasteland.

At least Valhalla isn't he?

Maybe yes. But Brando couldn't convince himself to ignore it. He could tell that he hadn't seen it all, but he couldn't fool the truest emotion in his heart.

Everyone is trying to escape all the time, but everyone has a true self in his heart, which tells him what is right and what is wrong.

No one is born a hero, but at least you can let go now. As he has experienced everything, he understands that there is only one thing in this world that cannot be made up for.

That is regret.

Her Royal Highness looked at him sullenly.

"Mr. Brando, you ..."

"Her Royal Highness, you said you believed me."

"You ..." Princess Griffin gritted her teeth and struggled, but finally let go of her hand: "Well, I see ..."

Brando nodded to her, and then he turned back and looked at the image of High Priest Wood on the crystal ball. "It seems we have reached an agreement, gratifying and congratulating, Lord Lord."

Wood nodded, but sighed slightly. The high priest could not help lowering his eyelids slightly: indeed, he was acting too much Meng Lang, and he might not have condoned it all from the beginning.

"May Lord Martha in heaven still bless us and hope that Eruin's national transport is not over." He never hoped for a while that Eruin would continue to exist-at least as a Cruz, a temple I am afraid that today is the day when he most deeply hopes that this country will continue to exist.

Brando also smiled: "Yeah, I hope that the Temple of Fire has not violated the will of the first king Gilt too much, otherwise I would have been improperly implicated, wouldn't it--"

Wood snorted.

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