After Kakarit finished speaking, the surrounding death crows immediately dispersed around.
They moved silently and quickly without making any sound.
Different from the previous mob, each of them had two clusters of silver flames burning quietly in their eyes, and they did not hold any weapons in their hands. Under their hoods, their silver-white hair was revealed.
Anyone with a temperature in the Death Crow's field of vision will be exposed.
These killers with crow-like beak masks and black robes quickly and silently approached every Ember Spirit hiding in tree holes or underground.
Even when their hands were pressed on the tree or the ground, not a single sound was made.
"RIP"
The next moment, all the death crows were praying quietly at the same time.
The sharp blade made of mercury stabbed out of their palms in an instant and penetrated them completely.
The poisonous knot formed by the negative energy attached to the mercury, seeped into their bodies along the blood, and easily froze their internal organs.
In the crunching sound, first the heart and lungs, and then other internal organs, were completely frozen within a few breaths.
As the mercury blade was withdrawn, these frozen internal organs exploded directly. Then the Death Crows kicked away the floating soil on the ground, or chopped down the tree trunks, killing the dead Embers and Embers who looked horrified.
The heads of the Ember Spirits were chopped off, and a large cross was carved on their foreheads with the mercury blade. They closed their eyelids with their hands before standing up and leaving.
This silent and efficient killing lasted for more than half an hour. But after all the death crows returned to Kakarit one after another, the answer they gave was that Falina was not found.
"Lord Kakarit, there is really no more."
A Death Crow lowered his head and replied regretfully: "Because of the rumored ability of druids to transform into animals, we killed not only demonized creatures, but also ordinary animals. The entire elders
There are no longer any creatures larger than insects in the forest."
"Maybe you're right."
Kakarit shook his head: "But Farina is here."
"grown ups……"
"I think you need to change your way of thinking," Kakarit narrowed his eyes and said slowly, "Don't go looking for 'life'... go find the same death crows as you."
"You mean"
The crows suddenly looked horrified.
"That's right."
Kakarit narrowed his eyes slightly, and his gaze slowly passed over the death crows one by one. His gentle but somewhat powerful gaze made people dare not look directly at them.
"Although Falina is a Druid and an Ember, she is indeed a Death Crow. The blood of mercury still flows in her body, just like you."
"However, unlike you, Falina's existence cannot bring any glory to the mentor. She does evil things in various places in the name of the mentor, and uses the ability of the Death Crow to benefit herself. Even..."
Kakarit pondered for a long time, and finally decided to speak: "In fact, this plague, this plague that swept many countries, called Bloodstain Syndrome, was developed by Falina relying on the ability of the Death Crow."
"Now that His Majesty Roland and His Majesty Helga's orders have been fulfilled, we must attack Falina here for the sake of blasphemy."
"Keep the change, please."
However, at this moment, a pleasant voice with a smile sounded behind Kakarit without any warning.
Kakarit turned around and finally saw the true appearance of Falina, who Roland and Helga had been talking about for a long time.
Her long, smooth and curly brown hair hangs down to her waist, and her thin black robe emphasizes her perfect curves and makes her skin fairer. Her clear and transparent brown eyes are always filled with some kind of implicit smile, just like that.
He stood there looking at Kakarit with a lively expression.
Such a weak woman was the culprit who brewed a terrible plague that claimed tens of thousands of lives?
For a moment, Kakarit was a little confused.
"There's no need to look for it," Falina repeated softly. "I'm right here. You can kill whatever you want."
"But how do you prove that you are Falina?"
A death crow asked. He wanted to scold him, but the moment he spoke, his tone couldn't help but soften a bit.
That is a charm that no man can resist.
The fragrance of silk flowers and hazelnut flowers on her body floated in the air, shrouding the forest that had just been wiped out by Tradar's martyrdom.
"Do I still need to prove that I am who I am?" Falina couldn't help but laugh after hearing the question from the accuser.
"Okay, okay, little crows. I have been dealing with Roland for more than a day or two. I know very well what you are thinking now."
Farina glanced at Kakarit, her eyes full of smiles: "If I guessed correctly...you should be planning to kill me directly now, right? No matter whether I am the Farina you are chasing or not.
.”
"That's right."
Kakarit was stunned for a moment, then admitted without hesitation: "His Majesty Roland's orders must be implemented. As a weapon, I will fight for your Majesty all my life, live for your Majesty, and die for your majesty. A weapon is a weapon."
, the mission of weapons is to kill people.”
"Really... you are really exactly the same."
Farina tilted her head and said with a wry smile.
"This is the reason for my survival."
Kakarit spoke calmly.
"...Really, they are exactly the same."
Farina stared at him steadily, and suddenly showed a heartfelt smile of joy: "Can you tell me what kind of spirit this is?"
"This is nature..."
Halfway through, Kakarit suddenly flashed and appeared in front of Farina. His right arm with a cold luster penetrated Farina's chest. Suddenly, dark mercury fell from Farina's chest.
Shoot out.
Then, Kakarit slowly said the second half of the sentence: "This principle is already clear, and this nature is obvious. I was born to kill for His Majesty Roland, and I will do so until my death."
"That's it...ahem..."
Falina didn't resist at all, she just smiled happily, her face flushed, and she coughed and murmured: "It's...that's great. You guys are so great..."
However, Kakarit just stared into her eyes and asked sternly: "It's true that you are the Death Crow. But why don't you accept the power of your mentor?"
"Ah... I thought it would be Roland who asked me this last question."
Falina, who was weakening rapidly, murmured with regret, showing a beautiful smile: "The answer is simple... didn't you see that I also did not accept the power of the Dusk Seed?"
"I...I hate being controlled by others. Just thinking about that feeling makes me...shudder."
"I am me, I am me... Death Crow, Emberstalker, Archdruid... I hate this kind of title. I should be unique, why do you always want to classify me as something
What about my type? I don’t want to be anyone, I am who I am, why should I be anything else..."
Farina murmured, quickly weakening. Kakarit could see that the mercury flowing out of her body was corroding Farina's body like strong acid, but it was harmless to Kakarit himself.
.
Only then did Kakarit know why Falina didn't put up any resistance.
Her blood had long been filled with a curse that was only aimed at her. Her body and spirit were being tortured all the time as the price for stealing Dusk's power but betraying Dusk. And the mentor just watched her happily.
Being tortured, he did not add insult to injury but did not lend a helping hand.
Even if Kakarit doesn't kill her now, within half a year, she will be completely swallowed up by the curse and become another kind of life covered in the remains of Falina.
"Kakarit...are you willing to endure torture? Are you willing to lose your flesh and blood? Are you willing to endure unreasonable hatred?"
Falina's eyes quickly became dull. She held on for her last breath and asked in a weak voice: "What if... this goes against the reason for your survival?"
"Even if this body has suffered all kinds of torture and is hated by all the people, with only a lone soul left, I am still His Majesty's sword."
Kakarit replied without hesitation: "I would rather break than bend this body."
Farina listened blankly, and suddenly she showed a beautiful smile.
Her breathing became weaker and weaker, and the lower half of her body had even been completely dissolved, and dark purple tentacles struggled to be born from the remnants of her lower body.
"Ah...what a coincidence, I am the same as you. I wish you happiness, Roland's little crow..."
At the end, Falina, who had only her head and half of her chest left, completely fell into Kakarit's arms, resting her head on Kakarit's shoulder, and murmured with her last strength: "Owei
Er...I..."
But before she could finish her words, her upper body turned into a puddle of filthy black liquid, leaving her appearance without any sense of beauty.
Kakarit swung his sword to cut off the tentacles that crawled up with a scream, and then remained silent on the spot.
Suddenly, Kakarit felt very tired.
After a long time, he stiffly raised his hand that seemed to have become much heavier, closed his eyes and said emotionlessly: "Rest in peace. Rest in peace, Farina."
Then, fire as cold as iron ignited in Kakarit's eyes.
He urgently needs the next victory, the blood of the next powerful enemy to comfort his restless heart.
"Farina has conquered"
He turned around and shouted to the crows: "It's time! Let's go to Bansa!"
"Next, we will conquer the gods!" (To be continued.)