For the sightless snow elves, they couldn't see what was happening in front of them. The war magic machines accelerated outside the side entrance of Rios City and plunged into the large-scale machine with faint blue light hidden in the side entrance.
In the Magic Gate. When they stepped out of the large magic portal, the city was still a city, but instead of Rios, it was Noland.
In the surrounding air, the smell floating in the air did change, but apart from a little shock, the screams and wailing that suddenly reached the ears instantly made the snow elves indulge in the wonderful pleasure of killing, and they drove a group of
The cold war magic machines, steel claws or steel knives are constantly attacking all the sensed lives.
At this moment, the panic-stricken mercenary guild alliance has not even completed its basic gathering.
The city of Noland is already a sea of killing.
Aranza led everyone leisurely through the streets and alleys of Norland City, as if the killing in front of them had nothing to do with them. Occasionally, one or two war magic machines happened to block their way, and they were also blocked by Karu or Hanku.
It was instantly reduced to a pile of scrap metal.
After only a few days of being reunited with Aranza, his companions had learned to be numb.
It was not only the soldiers of the Mercenary Guild Alliance who were crushed to death by the war magic machine, but also the residents of Noland City. Just now, when they were about to leave the central square of Noland City, Aranza's friends saw with their own eyes,
In front of a house that had just collapsed, a mother was trapped under the collapsed beams, while her two children, the little girl, held her mother's hand tightly, trying to free her lower body from the rubble.
The little boy cried and kept digging away at the gravel beside his mother. From a distance, he could see that his young hands were covered in blood.
In front of parents who suddenly leave, the child's power is so small, and the child himself is so helpless.
At some point, the little boy stopped his hopeless excavation work and turned to look at Aranza and others who happened to be passing by.
Cyril was also looking at him, and Ilita was also looking at him. Except for Aranza, everyone else's eyes couldn't help but stop at the tragic family of three.
"Please!"
As if he saw a light, the little boy staggered over. He stretched out his trembling bright red hands and said: "Please! Save my mother! Please..."
They stopped, but no one made any further moves.
They can all see that although the little boy's mother is still alive, it is not difficult to see from the collapsed beams that most of her lower body is already bloody and bloody. Death has already embraced her in its arms, but it is not yet
Cover her mouth and nose with the suffocating cloth.
The little boy suddenly stopped talking. Although he was not very experienced in the world, he could not see what kind of emotions were mixed in the eyes of Aranza and his friends, but he knew that they had no intention of helping him. Maybe they did, but they
After all, he didn't take action.
At this time, the little girl also turned her head, but not asking for help. She pursed her lips tightly, and her eyes happened to fall on Cyril.
It was clearly hatred with tears in it.
"Let's... help them..."
Cyril finally failed to hold on to the compassion in her heart and allowed it to overflow. She took Aranza's arm and said, "It won't waste too much time, and... we have the ability, right?"
"Cyrillic!"
Ilita screamed, but when she saw Cyril's eyes, she didn't know what to say. After hesitating, she whispered: "There are too many tragedies like this family, so we won't come...
…That’s not what we’re here for.”
"Well, Elita is right."
Aranza took the words, and he turned to look at Cyril. From the time he met her until now, she has been following him, learning how to face everything indifferently, but her compassion still occupies her heart. Aranza doesn't know what to praise.
Still criticizing her character, there is nothing wrong with being compassionate, what is wrong is that Cyril chose the wrong time.
He opened his mouth and finally said: "Actually, haha, these situations in front of you are caused by us. So, now, I don't think your mercy is necessary."
Cyril suddenly felt a tremor spread throughout her body. She let go of her hand and looked at the little boy and girl for the last time, but she stopped talking.
Aranza glanced at Cyril again. In fact, he also felt guilty, but he couldn't do that. He reached out and stroked Cyril's long black hair and said, "Well, I'm sorry."
Cyril shook his head.
The team continued to move forward. The next moment, there was a violent roar behind them. The place where a few people were standing was completely turned into ruins under the trampling of war magic machines. The little boy and the little girl were still there.
Their dying mother has long been hidden in the raging dust. Perhaps their souls have turned into their soul origins and started a new life in other dimensions.
"Maybe you should teach your little girlfriend how to live in the real world."
When everyone crossed two more intersections, Hancock suddenly walked up to Aranza and whispered in his ear.
"Well, she's not my little girlfriend."
Aranza pushed the focus of her words to an irrelevant place.
"Do you think I'm blind?"
Hancock snorted, but no longer dwelled on this issue. She had said everything that needed to be said. As for how Aranza would deal with it, it was not her place to intervene. She looked around and said, "You want to
Where are you taking us?”
"Mercenary Agency."
Aranza answered and explained: "Last time they attacked Alice Fortress, the commander was very tough-talking and didn't ask any questions. I think we should be able to get some information this time."
"Last time?"
Hancock snorted disdainfully again and said, "If I remember correctly, the oily commander last time just said a few words and he was beheaded by you, right?"
Aranza said "hehe" but said as if nothing happened: "Well, it seems that there is such a thing."
Just as Aranza and others walked leisurely towards the mercenary office, the atmosphere in the mercenary office was not lively, even suffocating. But this did not mean that the atmosphere was quiet.
The iron hooves of the war magic machine have not reached here yet, but it is only a matter of time.
The leader of the old mage was roaring angrily, his old white hair almost standing on end: "Who can tell me why those damn iron guys are here?!"
As he said that, he turned his anger to the magicians on the side: "Oh, and what have you, these self-righteous nouveau riche, done?! You didn't sense such a big magic portal?
!What?! Taking the guild’s commission to enjoy women?!”
Hearing this, one of the scolded mages almost wanted to contradict the old mage. They were just hired mages. Violent spatial fluctuations suddenly appeared in the city of Noland. It was not that they were unaware of it, but they thought it was
The fluctuations in the Tao space were caused by the mercenary guild. Although the mercenary guild did not notify them in advance, in fact, their plots were never notified in advance.
On the contrary, this old magician, as the most qualified among all the magicians present, his induction of space fluctuations is definitely much earlier than that of these young magicians. God knows whether he was still using it when the space fluctuations appeared.
Several female receptionists in the military office were waving his old wooden stick on the bed!
But the young magician just cast an angry look at the old magician, but never opened his mouth to refute. There is a gap in status between people with power, and any arguments made by subordinates to their superiors are just sophistry.
"Temporary Commander!"
At this moment, a mercenary with bloodstains on his body rushed into the mercenary office in embarrassment. He looked around hurriedly and finally found such an inconspicuous old mage. He didn't care about too much etiquette and said immediately: "Everyone.
The Grand Knight Group and the Mercenary Group have all been assembled, and a small number of mercenary groups are still gathering..."
"Gathering?!"
The angry old mage interrupted the mercenary who had just survived the battlefield and said: "What do you mean gathering?! What are these rubbish doing?!"
"I advise you not to spill your anger on the bloody mercenaries."
At this time, in the corner of the mercenary office, a middle-aged man whose figure was completely hidden from the light of the magic lamp suddenly spoke. His voice was extremely soft, but so clear that it made the entire mercenary office fall silent for several seconds.
.
The old mage turned to look at the source of the sound, snorted coldly, stopped talking, and sat down on the chair nearby.
The middle-aged man who spoke slowly walked out of the corner. His figure passed through the light of the magic lamp, revealing a resolute body, and then a face with sharp edges and a few wrinkles.
The middle-aged man stepped into everyone's sight easily, wearing a set of not too heavy golden armor, and a sharp golden knight's spear shone coldly in his hand.
He waved his hand to the bloody mercenary and said, "Go down first and ask some women from the mercenary office to bandage your wounds."
At the same time, the middle-aged man's eyes fell on the old mage with a hint of sarcasm, and he continued: "In addition to accompanying some boring guys to bed, those women always have some use, don't you think so, temporary commander?
grown ups?"
"My lord! Please pay attention to what you say!"
As a result, the old mage who had just wanted to calm down was angered again. His white hair stood up like an old lion, ferocious but without any weight.
"Tsk tsk."
The middle-aged man waved his hand nonchalantly and said, "I'm not talking about you. Why are you so anxious? Besides, anger is the most useless emotion at this time."
"You're right!"
The old mage was completely irritated by the middle-aged man's attitude. He bared his teeth and roared: "Then tell me, what should we do now?!"
The middle-aged man suddenly raised the knight's spear in front of his eyes, admiring the almost perfect curve of the spear body with satisfaction. He answered the old mage's words as if it didn't matter, and said: "Besides waiting to die, what else can you do?
Temporary Commander."
He emphasized the word "temporary" very seriously.