"From now on, I relinquish my position as commander of the Longinus Squadron. But I personally will never surrender!" Margaret, who woke up, quickly learned from the wolf cavalry beside her what happened during her coma.
What, then he jumped off the warg, strode to Moriarty and the old werewolf, and said coldly, but his eyes full of anger never turned to Old Crow.
After hearing Margaret's words, the old werewolf straightened his slightly bent back and wanted to speak. However, Moriarty preempted him.
"Tell me, how can I make you surrender, former commander of the Longinus Squadron." Moriarty did not have his usual calmness, but said to Margaret in an almost provocative tone: "I respect those who
The opponent has a tenacious fighting spirit, but he also despises some child soldiers who don't know their importance. Your words just reminded me of the pitiful cry of a helpless raven in the cold winter. Apart from being harsh, it has no meaning."
"What did you say!? You're a cowardly human who can only play tricks! Who are you calling a child soldier?" Before Moriarty could finish her words, Margaret was furious at the mage.
He roared wildly. Perhaps since he was born, this is the first time someone dares to face and humiliate a female werewolf so shamelessly.
"Isn't it? Or it is Wolfgang's fine tradition to lead his soldiers into the abyss of inevitable death?" Moriarty smiled coldly.
"You!" For some reason, the female werewolf was speechless in response to this question, but she became even more irritated and angry.
"Do you think what I said is unpleasant? Haha, it doesn't matter. I'll give you a chance to challenge me. How about we go one-on-one? I don't bully new recruits." Moriarty seemed to have seen the female werewolf and her eyes were filled with tears.
With scorching anger, he still said coldly: "One more thing, I won't use the magic crossbow just now, lest others say that I bully the small."
"Asshole! You are the new recruit!" Faced with Moriarty's continuous sarcasm, Margaret felt that her lungs were about to explode, and the hot blood continued to burn her breath like a blazing fire.
It's close to boiling: "You are just a small second-level mage. Besides those explosive arrows, what else do you have?"
"Want to know? Let's try it. I've already said, one-on-one." After Moriarty said that, he turned around and walked quickly behind a hill on the south bank, ignoring the female werewolf.
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"Very good! Since you want to die, let's see how I chop off your head!" Margaret looked at Moriarty's back, clenched her silver teeth, and chased after him in a few steps.
"Everyone stay where you are and wait for me to come back. I mean, everyone!"
At this time, Moriarty, who was walking away, suddenly turned his head and shouted to everyone. Immediately, White, who originally wanted to catch up, stopped. The old werewolf on the other side sighed deeply,
He also left the wolf cavalry in place, and watched the two figures slowly disappear behind the hill.
"Do you need to bring your warg here?" Standing twenty meters away from the female werewolf behind the hill, Moriarty raised her head slightly, looked at Margaret, and smiled softly: "Maybe so.
You can be braver."
"snort!"
It seemed that she already knew that her eloquence could not compete with the opponent's poisonous tongue. The female werewolf who stood in the arena suddenly endured it. She just pulled out her golden scimitar and pointed it straight at her opponent without saying any unnecessary words.
if.
"Haha, not bad." Moriarty smiled again and nodded: "Then, come on."
"kill!"
Before the other party could even say the word "ba" completely, Margaret shouted angrily and rushed towards Moriarty with a knife.
The distance of twenty meters could easily be crossed by the female werewolf in less than three seconds with her full sprint. Moreover, Margaret, who was going crazy at this moment, was taking such long steps that she almost took out her hand.
He was running forward with desperate energy, almost wanting to be in front of Moriarty in an instant and chop him down with a knife.
However, just when Margaret took the tenth step and barely landed on the ground, a mini swamp phantom suddenly surrounded her slender calves.
Suddenly, there was a fierce conflict between the unexpected stalling and the almost horizontal forward leaning posture, which completely broke the female werewolf's body balance.
It was as if she had returned to her youngest years. Margaret, who had long forgotten what it was like to wrestle, fell in front of her biggest enemy in life, and she fell hard, as hard as a lame dog.
Both.
The rough sand and sharp pebbles were like files, easily scratching rough scars on the female werewolf who fell straight out. If it were not for the protection of the red leather armor and the cover of the nose-covered helmet, I am afraid that she would have been injured.
After such a heavy fall, there would be a lot of blood dripping on Margaret's body and face.
And just when the female werewolf was holding back her tears and stubbornly climbed up from the ground, preparing to launch an endless charge against the hateful enemy again, a swift figure had already hit her like the coldest wind.
Beside him, and accompanying this figure, was a red sharp sword with a faint smell of fire.
Seeing the dagger lightly placed in front of her lips, Margaret pursed her lips tightly, her eyes full of humiliation and unwillingness. At this moment, she did not even dare to raise her head to look at the owner of the dagger. Because she was afraid,
She was afraid that the other party would give her another intolerable humiliation and blow. And this time, Margaret had no words to respond.
In this way, Red Lips and the dagger faced off silently for a few seconds. Suddenly, the female werewolf took a deep breath, raised her slender neck and struck straight towards the blade.
"Snapped!"
In the end, the fragile throat failed to embrace the ruthless sword. However, an unusually loud slap knocked the female werewolf to the ground again, and even the helmet made of fine iron was knocked away.
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"Coward! Stupid woman! Ignorant beast!" Moriarty looked at the female werewolf who fell to the ground, her long golden hair spreading like a waterfall, and said coldly: "Just now you failed to lead your soldiers to death, now
Are you planning to commit suicide yourself?"
Margaret didn't answer him, she just supported her knees with one hand, grasped a handful of sand deeply with the other, and lowered her head blankly.
"Seeking death? How brave and great! Being able to defy the terrible death is simply a heroic feat. Tell me, do you think so?" Moriarty took a step forward and stood in front of the female werewolf.
At his feet, he continued to ask.
Margaret still said nothing, but lowered her head even lower, almost to her thighs.
"But in fact, you are just a coward! A despicable coward! Just with a sense of stupidity, your head is hot, and your eyes are closed, you use your neck to fight with the sword. Haha." At this point, Moriarty said again
He smiled coldly: "I want to take back what I just said: you are not a child soldier, you are just a child. Because you don't understand the meaning of honor and sacrifice at all, you are not worthy of being called a 'soldier'."
"Woo..."
Finally, under Moriarty's series of harsh words, Margaret couldn't bear it any longer and burst into tears, then burst into tears uncontrollably.
"Even...even if you defeat me...but...you can't insult me like this!" Trying to open her tearful eyes, the female werewolf raised her head and cried towards Moriarty.
"Insulting you? If my words made you feel humiliated, then your actions made me feel disgusted!" Moriarty looked at the tearful Margaret without mercy.
"Woo..."
"In my opinion, you are just a poor pawn. In terms of force, Varyosha, the barbaric totem, is ten times stronger than you; in terms of command, you are not even qualified to be an apprentice to Mr. Clausewitz.
.You only saw your adjutant knocking you unconscious for no reason, and then accepting my surrender. But do you know that it was a veteran giving up his most cherished honor just to save someone's life. You wouldn't even know that.
I know that the moment this veteran surrendered to me, he had already made up his mind, hoping to use his own death to wash away the shame, and at the same time give Longinus a chance to turn defeat into victory and restore his reputation. And what about you? You fight for your
What did his subordinates and the squadron do? Lead them to death? Or continue to sprinkle a pinch of salt on the wounds of the veterans with indifference and anger?" Moriarty almost shouted like a storm, reprimanding
The female werewolf in front of him, perhaps because of Margaret's disrespectful look at Clausewitz just now, really made him angry.
"To be honest, I didn't dare to kill you at first. I just turned against you and got the Savage Totem. If I send another squadron of Wolfgang to hell, I'm afraid Doro Caravan and I will never be able to step into the Hurricane Wasteland again."
.That’s why I urge you to surrender. But now, I no longer bother to kill you. Maybe you have a close relationship with a certain giant in Wolfgang, but in my eyes, you are far inferior to those who have already
The wolf cavalry who died in the Sandos River, those wolf cavalry who follow you and attack bravely regardless of life and death, those wolf cavalry who will use their bodies to form shields to protect you when faced with danger. Compared with these real warriors, you,
As small as dust."
As if he had said too many words in one breath, at this point, Moriarty suddenly sighed deeply and stopped. Then, after another pause, Moriarty took out a cloth handkerchief from his sleeve and threw it to Margaret.
On his lap, he turned around and walked slowly away towards the river.
After walking about ten meters, a soft choking sound suddenly came from behind him.
"I'm sorry, I was wrong!"
"I didn't hear clearly." Moriarty stopped, but didn't look back, just waiting.
"I'm sorry, it was my fault!" This time, the female werewolf shouted with all her strength to Moriarty, to the Longinus Squadron in the direction of the river, and to those who had disappeared in the Sandos River.
shouted the werewolf warrior.
"Let's go there together."
After another moment of silence, Moriarty turned around, walked back to Margaret, and held out his hand.
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