The sky gradually gets brighter.

Although Cohen has been unable to fall asleep, he still insisted on closing his eyes and resting his mind, not thinking about Fichet, himself, or anything else... trying his best to give his raging mind a moment of peace.

He knew that when he set out again, there would be a series of fighting waiting for him, and he needed to save enough physical strength to cope... Thinking of this, he regretted a little, why didn't he bring out the black armor?

In that case, you will feel much more relaxed.

A bird song came from a branch not far away, and Cohen knew that he should get up.

He slowly opened his eyes, only to find that his field of vision was completely occupied by a face, which was so close to his eyes that Cohen could even see his own hairstyle in the other person's pupils.

Both faces remained expressionless, which was terrible.

Although he couldn't tell the reason, Cohen knew that this was the dark shadow that followed her yesterday. Why did she bleach herself after not seeing him for a while?

"Damn!" Cohen was not satisfied with this peeping behavior: "Step aside."

The black shadow... no, she should be a girl in white now. She slowly floated up and sat on a branch. She looked calm and continued to look at her "toy". And her toy! At the same time

Looked at her.

Cohen propped up his body and looked at the woman in front of him with indifferent eyes.

She has delicate and fair skin, a straight bridge of nose, two clear big eyes under her delicate eyebrows, and a beautiful face with melon seeds, which is charming and alluring. There is innocence in her dignified expression, and purity in temptation.

...So while checking the equipment, Cohen came to a conclusion in his mind - this woman is weird.

"The Divine Blessing Knight is very rude." The girl blinked: "Don't you ever ask others good morning?"

"Not in the mood." Cohen took out a piece of dry food seized last night, put it in his mouth and chewed it carefully.

The girl looked curiously at the blessed knight in front of her. Her expression seemed to have become a little more amiable after dawn. At least for now, she wanted to appear amiable.

"Would you like red wine?" She smiled and said, "Would it be difficult to swallow dry?"

At any time, beauty can play a role in reducing barriers, even if the other person is someone like Cohen.

"You are not a human being, so why should you care about this?" Cohen answered her.

"Why do you judge that I am not a human being?" The girl held her chin with her slender hands: "Senior human magicians can also turn into phantoms."

Cohen swallowed the rough food and jumped to the ground: "Why is not important, what is important is the result."

"Don't you have any questions to ask?" Everything was like yesterday, and the girl floated on Cohen's head again: "Don't have any questions?"

"Yes!" Cohen raised his head: "How can I sleep with you?"

The girl was stunned and immediately blushed: "You are so bold!"

"You are beautiful, I am strong, what is there to be angry about when a man loves a woman?" Cohen snorted coldly: "Do you also care that you are not a human being? Anyway, I don't mind what you are, men like to have fun occasionally...

"

"Presumptuous!" The girl's face was as cold as ice. She just stretched out her hand and waved it in the air. Cohen's body flew up and hit a tree heavily.

The girl retracted her hand and the expression on her face became slightly calmer. She showed off her stunning appearance, originally to demonize Cohen smoothly. However, she did not expect that Cohen's filthy words shocked her confidence, and she also realized that beautiful people

Appearance is not unfavorable to everyone. As a result, Cohen temporarily escaped the fate of being demonized... It can be seen that anything, even rude language, is not necessarily useless as long as it is used in the right place.

"Bah!" Cohen turned over and stood up, realizing that he was not injured. He shook off the dust on his body, said nothing, turned around and walked out of the woods. The girl had a cold face, and was still inseparable from him... this round.

The fight appears to be over.

Cohen originally planned to take a shortcut back to Sbia, but not long after leaving, he found that it was very difficult. There were many reconnaissance birds in the sky, large and small, hovering high and low in the sky, and the roads were easier to walk.

At the sentry post, there were people walking through the woods with hounds. A little further forward, they actually discovered the army all over the mountains and plains...

Trying to break through under such circumstances - that's unrealistic.

Cohen had no other choice but to hide in the jungle and wait for darkness again, while thinking about which direction was safer.

After nightfall, Cohen first relied on the constellations to determine the direction, and then plunged into the dark night.

Detour to the Pota Empire!

Less than two hours after setting off, Cohen, who was running at full speed, noticed the sound of flying from behind him. Sighing secretly, Cohen found a terrain that was more favorable to him and stopped.

Although the starlight was weak, it was enough for Cohen. The man who came also used a sword and was also dressed in black. The two of them looked at each other and had nothing to say. They drew their swords and killed.

With a sound of "Choke!", a few sparks burst out in the darkness, and under the weak starlight, two black shadows crossed each other.

This man had good skills. He tapped his toes on the ground, flipped his body upside down, and stabbed several times in succession.

"Choke! Choke! Choke!"

Without saying a word, the two figures were intertwined in the air. Every time they approached, they were fighting for survival, hovering on the edge of life and death.

"Ding... poof!"

Cohen's sword force suddenly accelerated, and the tip of the sword cut through the opponent's throat, then he stepped back and watched him fall coldly. The night wind blew by, bringing with it a faint smell of blood.

"Without a companion, this person is a lone killer." The girl floating above Cohen's head did not turn back into a black shadow as the night came. The moment Cohen sheathed his sword, her voice rang out again: "On the road ahead,

There will be more people waiting to take your life. Mercenaries, killers, and even traveling magicians. They are also members of the Divine Alliance, but now they want to use your head in exchange for happiness. It is not you who are sorry for them, it is they who betrayed you.

…”

"I saw your thighs." Cohen raised his head and interrupted the girl's chatter: "Snow white."

"Your enemies are getting stronger and stronger. There will always be a moment when the enemy will become more powerful than you. What will you do then?" The girl's body shook a few times, and her long skirt turned into a samurai uniform: "You are alone.

, who will help you? Only I have the ability to redeem you..."

Cohen tightened his belt and set off again.

Time passed little by little, and Cohen, who was out of breath, ran into a mountain pass and wanted to take a rest.

But a large number of torches suddenly lit up all around, and this was the ambush area of ​​another mercenary group.

"Okay! After waiting for three days, you are finally here!"

In the darkness where the firelight could not reach, a wild voice shouted: "I paid a lot of money to bid on these mountains because I guessed that you were going to pass through here. Mercenaries do not kill unprepared people. Stand up!"

Cohen stood up calmly, took off his water bag and drank some water, but he was thinking about what the other party said. It seemed that there were enemies stationed and searching in every area here. Could it be that they were operating in different areas?

Several rows of well-dressed warriors approached from all directions. Cohen took a deep breath and held the sword in his hand.

"As expected of a soldier, he has the talent!" A wild voice ordered: "Kill!"

With his sword in his left sheath and right hand, Cohen rushed forward. Under the light of the torch, a black cloak behind him flew up like wings in the air.

"Kill!" Cohen shouted, his body shook a bunch of gun points, and the long sword passed by a man's throat. Before the warrior's blood splattered, Cohen knocked down three of his companions in succession.

Blood foam flew everywhere and there was a wailing.

Cohen's body turned and moved, the black iron sword flashed with cold light, and the black cloak flew left and right in the field, while the surrounding torches were extinguished one by one, and the bright light gradually dimmed.

"Crack!" With a sound, Cohen's long sword sank into the chest of the last mercenary, the mercenary leader with a rough voice. He was a strong and tall man, and when Cohen saw his honest face, he was stunned.

I can't help but think of my own captain of the Guards.

"With your level, you can just die by yourself." Cohen stared at him and said coldly: "Why bother taking your men to die with you?"

"Who wants to die? But you... are worth five million gold coins." The leader pressed his chest with his hand, looked at the corpses on the ground, and smiled bitterly: "You don't know that a brother of mine has worked hard for a year, and yet he still gets what he deserves.

Less than ten gold coins."

Cohen drew his sword silently, not knowing what to say.

"If you... die." The leader groaned for a long time, his voice getting weaker and weaker: "You can feed... many people..."

"So you don't distinguish between right and wrong?" Cohen asked unwillingly.

The leader with distracted eyes smiled, his smile full of sadness and ridicule: "Who is right? Who is wrong? Who knows?"

"You didn't have to die." It was rare that Cohen said in a regretful tone: "As long as you don't attack me."

"Brothers... are all dead. It's shameless to continue... to live..."

"Idiot!" The muscles on Cohen's face twitched, and he punched the leader in front of him into the air. Then he drew his sword and minced his body into minced meat.

Cohen, who was in a daze, continued to yell and curse, his body swaying: "Idiot... Idiot! How dare you call a few untouchables together and call them brothers!"

Cohen's black iron sword was waving randomly in the air, while the girl floating in the air watched coldly.

"What I said is right! In this world, there is no point in pursuing who is right and who is wrong. Satisfying one's own desires is the right way." The hysterical Cohen just calmed down, and the girl lost no time in interjecting: "Cohen Keda, you

What is your desire?”

"My desire?" Cohen slumped on the ground and lowered his head: "I already said it this morning."

"Do you think I will be angry if you use such language?" The girl covered her mouth and smiled softly: "Don't you miss your closest friend?"

Cohen, who was standing up and about to move forward, raised his head and asked: "What did you say?"

"I said, do you want your closest friend to come back to life?" The girl said seriously: "If you want, beg me, kneel down and beg me."

The last torch that fell to the ground was extinguished at this moment.

"You have such a bad tone, where are you from?"

"Have you ever heard of the Demon Clan? I am the little princess of the Demon Clan."

"Demons..." In the darkness, Cohen turned around: "You?"
To be continued...