The battle has long ended. Conrad and the dark priest of the Black Fire Cult inspected the battlefield where corpses were lying. White smoke from the embers curled up from the battlefield, and dead people were everywhere. The corpses of cultists in black robes, demons and mercenaries,
Not a moment ago, they were still alive in this world. Now, after the blood has cooled down in the body, the skin has turned into a glue-like thing, like a pile of molds. He took a few steps and opened a body wearing leather.
The corpse of A's mercenary was revealed, and the latter groaned - the demon leader frowned, and killed the mercenary with a single blow.
Conard raised his head and said impatiently: "No, Grand Duke Luen's only heir is not here. That guy Macaro -"
"Since you know him so well, why bother to catch up and fight this battle." The Dark Priest replied in a gloomy voice: "We have lost a lot of people, all caused by the tall man next to Macaro."
"If you don't put in the money, how about the harvest?" Conard raised his head and smiled, licking his lips bloodthirsty. He pulled out the bloody sword from the corpse, pointed at a few men not far away and shouted: "Take the rest."
Bring up the next few prisoners!"
Several trembling Gray Wolf mercenaries were quickly brought up. In previous battles, these people had fought like the most heroic warriors. But outside of the battle, the aura called courage was deprived of them, and they discovered that
They were powerless to resist, especially after seeing their companions being eaten alive and bloody by demons, they realized that their own power could not control their fate at all.
After understanding this, the fear of unknown encounters seized their hearts.
Among the five people was the white-haired young man whom Brando was familiar with. He looked at his companions who were scared and pale with disdain. He stayed to cover the escape of Yula and others, so it was expected that he would be arrested.
Things. He raised his head and saw the guy named Conrad - before they thought that his identity was just the leader of the Card Mercenary Group, their mortal enemy - but they didn't expect that the guy named Brando turned out to be
You are right, not only do they collude with the Black Fire Cultists, but they are also the minions and lackeys of the Tree Shepherd.
The guy named Conrad is about the same age as Brando. His teeth itch when he thinks of that guy. No one except his father has dared to teach him that way since he was a child. This is simply a shame and makes him
Gritting his teeth. At this moment, Reddy already regarded the guy in front of him as the same type of person as Brando, both of whom were so hateful. He looked at the other person with the most contemptuous eyes, trying to arouse the other person's anger.
"As long as he comes to trouble me, I can humiliate him, so that those incompetent guys can see the courage that a gray wolf mercenary should have."
He had such a calculation in mind, but he didn't expect that Conrad was slightly startled when he saw the look in his eyes, and then just smiled. He looked away and fell on another mercenary.
"underestimate me?"
Reddy was furious. He struggled and rushed forward. However, his shoulders were held tightly by the dark mercenaries and he could not move at all. It was impossible to curse because his mouth was tied with something, so he could only make a whining sound.
. He saw Conrad walking to a mercenary on the far right and whispering something to the mercenary. The mercenary was stunned for a moment, and then shook his head with difficulty.
He originally thought that Conrad should at least torture him, but to his surprise, the demon shook his head directly, and then his companion was dragged away. Reddy couldn't see what was behind him, but the sound coming from the mercenary
Even from the shrill screams, he could tell that it was definitely not a good place to go. Then he heard a sputtering sound, as if bones were being pulled out of the flesh and blood, and the sound of internal organs sliding out of the body - the shrill screams gradually disappeared.
Strength, then turned into a wail, and finally turned into a cracking, hoarse sound - followed by a deep roar.
The sound finally disappeared, but the few remaining mercenaries couldn't help but tremble in a cold war.
Then Conrad walked to the next mercenary and asked something. The mercenary was so frightened that he knelt on the ground and couldn't say a word. The young mercenary leader shook his head with regret.
He shook his head, stood up, looked at the mercenary who kept retreating, pierced the opponent's eye socket with his sword, and then kicked him out.
He clapped his hands and asked his men to drag the body away.
There are three mercenaries left, including Reddy.
The white-haired young man saw that his two companions were so frightened that they were almost unconscious. It seemed that they only remembered that they only came to this business to make a living, their previous honors, beliefs and because of the Gray Wolf servant.
The pride built up by the regiment's glorious achievements collapsed at this moment. They were trembling, their faces turned pale, and they realized that they just wanted to live.
Reddy looked at his comrades who were so proud in the past and could talk and laugh calmly even in the face of life and death dangers, but now behaved with fear and courage. He couldn't help but curse these unsatisfactory guys in his heart, but he was also scolding Conrad.
"Someone is coming to me, you bastard -" He was speechless. These voices could only come from his heart. Reddy had never wanted to express himself so much at this moment. Isn't it just a matter of death? He wanted to let himself
Take a look at these companions who are completely controlled by fear. Death has nothing to fear.
The most shameful thing is to surrender to the enemy.
But Conrad didn't seem to hear him. He just took the mercenaries away one by one. It seemed that this guy didn't want to get any information at all. He didn't even ask any more questions. Even the last mercenary knelt down and begged for mercy.
He vowed to join them and was willing to tell everything he knew, but all he got was being dragged down.
Soon Reddy was the only one left.
Conard stopped in front of him——
The white-haired young man didn't react at first, but subconsciously pounced on him like a mad dog. But he was immediately hit hard on the chest, and he was kicked back and rolled around a few times like a lost dog. Then he got up in disgrace.
Wake up - he is the only one left here. After realizing this, his heart sank uncontrollably. No one can 'appreciate' his bravery anymore? Who does he show it to? The enemy?
But looking at the indifferent Conrad, and the dark priest next to him who also had an unclear expression, it was obvious that they would not appreciate him for his heroic deeds. A biting coldness enveloped his whole body, Reddy
Suddenly he shuddered. He thought of a question, would he die here without any explanation, and end up with the same fate as those unsightly guys?
But how is that possible? He is Reddy, the best young man in the regiment besides Eco. If he died here, like those cold corpses, who would know that he had been heroic?
No, he couldn't die so incompetently.
But there is no one here who can record all this. He hopes that there is still one of his own hiding in the forest. Or there is someone pretending to be dead on the battlefield. So that he can record the scene of his generous sacrifice before his death. Reddy
Subconsciously, he told himself that he was not afraid of death. Death was nothing. He just didn't want to die like those meaningless guys. But he knew that all this was destined to be a luxury wish. In front of the Black Fire Cultists, except for the leader and Buga,
No one can hide in this forest.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel entangled in his heart. He was wavering between death and a more meaningful death, and his expression was also changing.
Conrad looked at the young man coldly, without saying a word, and then he pulled out the dagger from the Dark Priest's waist with a clang - Reddy suddenly shuddered and finally realized the meaning of death.
Approaching. But he didn't expect that Conrad didn't ask a word. He was a bastard. He was a descendant of the destiny clan, the knight Marco, and the descendant of Eruin's long-standing noble family. He struggled, but immediately
I felt the cold edge of the dagger on my neck.
No, he doesn't want to die.
At the last moment, Reddy's heart finally showed a look of despair, and the will to fight naturally disappeared from his eyes. All these changes could not escape the eyes of the young regiment leader. Conard immediately retracted his dagger and tore off the white-haired man.
The young man wore a mask and asked: "Do you want to die?"
Reddy opened his mouth, wanting to say a few harsh words, but he found that he was trembling and couldn't say a word. In the end, he could only nod silently - but he suddenly reacted and quickly shook his head. Then he felt
My face became hot, not because I was weak, but because I was so frightened that I couldn't even hear the other person's words clearly.
What a shame.
"Then let me ask you a question." Conard straightened up and looked at the young man condescendingly: "The other group of people who are traveling with you, how many people are there in total, and in what direction are they going."
Reddy was stunned. If this devil wanted him to reveal some core information about the Gray Wolf Mercenary Group, he thought that he might not be able to forgive him for a while. But since he mentioned that group of people, they had the same hatred. For a moment, this white man
The young man subconsciously drew closer to the other party and vaguely regarded these people as a group. He thought that this was not a surrender, but at most it was cooperation between everyone.
How dare that guy teach him a lesson.
He thought through gritted teeth.
"They left to the northeast, before you attacked. There were fifteen people in total. The leader was a young man, about the same age as you, the leader. There were two women with him. He had twelve guards...
Reddy paused: "They seem to be at least silver-strength. I only found out about this by eavesdropping on the conversation between the group leader and Lord Buga."
He said everything in detail, and even without Conrad's reminder, he betrayed Brando in an orderly manner. If Brando were here, he would probably laugh out of anger, he just beat this guy
The guy only punched him, but in comparison Conrad kicked him like a dog. This guy seemed to have automatically forgotten about it at this moment.
Conard and the dark priest next to him looked at each other.
