Three days later, the southeastern border of the Black Sand Territory.
Korn Karabiyan held on to his "load-bearer" sword, half-kneeling on the ground in pain, and glanced at the two people on the snow in the distance.
Those were Raphael, who was still alive and dead, and Miranda, who was seriously injured and unconscious.
hateful.
Cohen only felt waves of pain coming from his ribs. The opponent's sword moves were merciless.
Putilai is right.
It is extremely dangerous for them to stay in the North.
But he missed one thing.
That is, their enemies are not just the Black Sand Territory.
There is also extremely cold wind and snow
besides
Cohen raised his head with difficulty, looked at the enemy in front of him, and looked at the sneer on his lips.
And him.
That young man.
The man who belonged to the "Sword of Disaster", was defeated by Cohen in a narrow alley, and was saved by Raphael.
"It's really shameful," Cohen said as he was dying: "Compared to your teacher, you are a scumbag."
"You are not qualified to be a swordsman at all"
"Even as a sword of disaster, it's too bad."
They wasted no time on their way back to the stars, and everything went smoothly until they were attacked by an inexplicable surprise.
Cohen looked at the proud young man, then at the unconscious Raphael and Miranda, and clenched his fists hard.
In the distance, a horse that had stumbled was lying in the snow and whining.
"Ah, who made me bump into you, and you happened to be seriously injured."
The young Northland man narrowed his eyes and shook the weapon in his hand as if he were in an alley: "Consider yourself unlucky."
"As for my teacher, hey, he won't know about this."
Cohen stood up with difficulty, but the pain suffered in the Palace of Heroes was far from healed, leaving him almost unable to hold the sword steady.
No
Raphael's condition is much more serious than expected
Miranda’s injury should not be underestimated
The security officer gritted his teeth.
It's just me now
"Oh," the young man from the Sword of Disaster laughed playfully and glanced at Miranda: "That girl looks good."
hateful!
Cohen punched the snow so hard that he almost broke his teeth.
"ah!"
The next second, the security officer roared and activated the remaining Glory of the Stars, once again launching a continuous offensive.
In the snow, the shadows of the young man and the security officer were immediately separated.
"clang!"
Cohen spit out a bigger mouthful of blood and fell to the ground helplessly.
Take off your sword.
He has reached his limit.
Especially the back, whether he was hit hard by Kaslan or thrown hard by Tuleha, the damage caused to Cohen was far more terrible than expected.
Make him unable to fight back.
No.
"Where's your majesty in Longxiao City, big guy? Where's your proud thrusting swordsmanship?"
"I forgot to thank you," the young man glanced at the torn sleeve on his hand and laughed loudly: "In return for the many 'gifts' you gave me in the city."
The security officer felt the pierced arm, felt the unbridled pain of the violent final force in the muscles, and felt angry in his heart.
"And this Barren Skeleton Man," the young man glanced at Raphael with disgust, "relying on his Northern background in the secret science."
The young man spat, and then turned his attention to Miranda with great interest.
"Hey! Stay away from them!" Cohen used his remaining strength, punched the snow with his fist, and roared: "Come at me!"
"You xx xx xxx bastard!"
From Walla to the Western Wilderness, and then to the Northland, Cohen angrily packed all the curse words he had learned into this sentence.
I just hope to anger my opponent and make him
"Don't worry."
"Guess," the young man's eyes turned cold, but he stretched his neck and licked his lips without looking offended at all. "What I will do with this beautiful girl will definitely impress you."
"This is to let you remember," the young man walked up to Miranda, showing an expression that was both angry and smiling: "When you mess with the wrong person"
Unable to move, Cohen watched with remorse as the young man walked towards Miranda as if he was demonstrating, feeling completely hopeless.
he can't do anything
no matter what
Cohen lay in pain in the snow, never having hated his own incompetence so much for a moment.
No.
No!
At this moment.
"Whoosh!" A rapid sound broke through the air.
The young man's expression changed, he suddenly turned around, and sword light exploded in front of him!
"Ding!"
The sword in his hand struck a weapon in the air, making a sharp sound of metal collision.
The weapon flying in mid-air was easily knocked away by the young man and fell down weakly.
It was a short sword with a strange curvature.
Cohen, who was lying on the ground, stared blankly at the knife, forgetting to react for a moment.
That knife
"Is this a clumsy sneak attack with your helper?" The young man curled his lips and looked around, searching for the sneak attack.
What are you doing?
A sneak attack of this level is too simple.
But in the next second, the young man's expression changed.
From the blade of the knife he parried, there was a strange vibration.
The shock penetrated deeply into his body, causing half of his body to fall into numbness.
The young man wanted to lift his right arm, but found that it was unable to move.
He panicked.
No.
This shock.
What exactly is
He had no chance to regret it.
"call"
The wind howled, and a graceful figure walked with astonishing steps, breaking through the wind and snow, and reached him in an instant!
In the vast white snow, the light of the sword suddenly appeared!
In a strange numbness, the young man mustered up all his strength to deflect the sword's edge to the position where the enemy was attacking.
But it's no use.
The nimble enemy just turned sideways slightly in the air and got out of the way of the sword.
Then he slashed it out with a knife.
"laugh!"
The helpless young man opened his eyes in disbelief as he watched the opponent's knife stab into his neck.
"Although they both hold swords, in comparison," the enemy said with a nice voice, he pushed him up and pulled out the blade: "You are really worthless."
"Not even Qingpi."
"Scum."
Warm arterial blood spurted out from the young man's neck.
In endless fear, the young man's eyes narrowed.
At that moment, in panic, he saw the knife in the opponent's hand clearly again.
It was a knife with a skewed angle from tip to handle, resembling a dog's leg.
Such a knife
if.
if i could react
If I can show my strength
But there is no if.
He fell down weakly, his lifeless eyes just meeting Cohen's shocked expression.
The security officer stared blankly at the slim figure squatting down in the wind and snow, inserting two knives into his boots.
Then walked towards him step by step.
"puff!"
A pair of thick snow boots buckled in front of him.
Looking upward, he saw a pair of long legs also wrapped in thick clothes.
Cohen raised his head blankly.
The other party slowly squatted down, and she took off her thick fur hat, revealing her neat brown hair.
Cohen couldn't say anything. He just blinked, as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing.
"Ha" the other party shook the fur hat in his hand to fan the wind, and let out a breath of hot breath helplessly.
The girl in front of her pushed her goggles up on her forehead, leaving red marks around her eyes from the frames.
She had a few strands of hair sticking to her forehead, looking a little naughty. Her nose and face were dotted with fine crystal beads of sweat. Her face was rosy and she looked quite healthy.
It's also quite delicious. Cohen doesn't know why he came up with this idea.
"What the old guy said is not right at all. It's not so cold in the north. I'm actually sweating after running a few laps."
While she was complaining unhappily about someone, she showed a pair of bright, big eyes and looked at the dying Cohen curiously like a puppy on the roadside.
"Hey, lost boy"
The female bartender in the underground street, who was thickly dressed but still elegant, imitated the rules of the police station with all seriousness, and playfully saluted the police officer with a very non-standard etiquette:
"We meet again."
Yara Sariton, who was crouching in front of him, curled up her lips and said with a smile.
silence.
Cohen still looked at each other blankly, saying nothing.
It seems like he was born this way.
Looking at his appearance, Yara scratched her hair helplessly and blinked.
Was he beaten stupid?
The next moment, the security officer looked blankly at his two companions in the distance.
fortunately
fortunately
He exhaled a breath of relief.
It was like all the shackles were released instantly.
Cohen closed his red eyes tightly, his face twisted into a ball, and he slammed his face into the snow, or to be precise, into Yara's boots.
His shoulders twitched and he let out sobs.
Yara was taken aback.
"Hey, don't cry!" The female bartender with a big head recalled the times she took care of injured puppies on the roadside, while hurriedly pressing Cohen's shoulders and stroking his back in the same way.
Incoherent: "Oh, okay, okay, I know that I helped you kill the bad guys at the last moment and saved your friends, and you are very touched now and wish you could treat me to a lifetime of wine to express your gratitude, but
Now is the occasion"
Hearing this, Cohen thought of the desperate situation just now, and felt even more sour in his heart.
"Ah" instead of restraining himself, he burst into tears.
Then, Yara's furious roar burst into the air.
"Ahhh!"
"Don't use my clothes to wipe your tears, you idiot!"
After a while, looking at Cohen who was bruised and confused, Yara calmed down and sighed softly.
She looked at the snow slope in front of her with hesitation in her eyes.
But Yara looked at the man and woman walking with Cohen and couldn't help but scratch her hair.
Finally, she shook her head.
Yala's face darkened.
That’s all.
I have already found many hillsides.
It seems that this information is probably false.
It should still come up short.
Moreover, if there is this green skin around
It should be much easier to find someone, right?
"Forget it, if you can still walk, come with me." Thinking of this, Yara patted Cohen on the back carelessly, "I know there is a hunter's cabin nearby that is shared by the Stars and the Northlanders.
I have some supplies to give you some rest."
Cohen braced himself and looked at the strange girl in confusion: "What?"
"Hey, we agreed in advance," the female bartender lowered her head to meet the security officer's eyes, and said fiercely:
"I have to pay for it!"
What Cohen and Yala didn't know was that on the other side of the snow slope, in the large conifer forest a few hundred meters away, a group of people wrapped in thick clothes were waiting quietly.
One of the thirteen generals in the Black Street Brotherhood, "Thunder Axe" Ostru looked at the sky and frowned slightly.
"It's already half an hour past the scheduled time," Ostru said dissatisfiedly: "They didn't show up, neither the old ghost nor the arrogant boy."
Several fraternity members who were traveling with him also impatiently spoke up and agreed with what he said.
"Hmph, maybe they are used to cooperating with the Blood Bottle Gang," one of them shook his head disdainfully: "They probably look down on low-class people like us."
At the front of the team, a middle-aged man with scars on his face turned back, his eyes sharp and scary.
As he turned back, everyone became quiet.
"Wait a moment, this is one of the secret passages that Prince Horace opened in the Great Needle in order to sneak around and attack Exeter," said the brotherhood's arms smuggling giant, "Iron Heart" Shandararo
Da said coldly: "It's extremely cold in the North now, and the visibility is not good. They may not be able to find this road."
Thanks to the tense relationship between Xingchen and Exeter, otherwise, it would be really difficult to find such an opportunity.
Ostrow sighed and looked behind him.
There, there were a dozen children tied up with thick ropes, huddled together and shivering.
Ostrow frowned: he saw that one of the cowering children had a broken hand, and the other, a more delicate girl, actually still had scars on her face.
These things
Ostru walked to Roda's side, glanced at the others, and told them to stay away.
"Only these disabled people picked from beggars," Thunder Ax turned around and looked at his boss with dissatisfaction: "They can also like it?"
"It's better to just let that fat man Morris"
Rhoda slightly curved the corners of her mouth, making the scar on her face even more ferocious.
"This is just the first negotiation. These goods represent our sincerity in cooperation. They don't lack weapons or channels. What they lack is manpower," Roda said calmly: "Besides, Morris will not agree."
Ostrow showed a puzzled expression.
He looked at the group of children, and the older boy among them made him look very displeased: that look was quite disrespectful.
"Do we have to hide it from the rest of the group and cooperate with them?"
As a rising star that Roda is more optimistic about, Ostru has a lot of say. The young man tentatively questioned: "Including him?"
Rhoda glanced at him thoughtfully.
"Don't get me wrong, I still admire Black Sword."
"Without him, we wouldn't be where we are today," the notorious arms boss said slowly: "But their ideas are too old. Whether it is Lancer or Morris, they are still getting bigger and bigger and have penetrated deeper into the city.
The brotherhood in the corner is run as a mercenary group."
More than that.
Rhoda said silently: They are still living in the past.
Trying to summon the bloody spirit of that year.
But we can't live in the past.
You have to look further.
Prepare for the storm that will come sooner or later.
"But the times are changing," Roda said slowly and authentically: "When the nobles who rely on the manor to make a living have to go to the city to make a living, and when the merchants with rich copper coins can also become the nobles of the kingdom, so can our brotherhood.
It’s time for a change.”
"We cannot stop as simple gangsters, nor can we become servants of nobles like the Blood Bottle Gang."
Ostrow's expression stopped for a second.
"But," he said somewhat unconfidently: "We just"
Rhoda suddenly raised her eyes, her gaze was breathtaking.
Let Ostru pause for a moment.
"We are countless dilapidated merchants, countless desperate craftsmen, countless farmers who have lost their land, countless desperadoes forced by life, and countless humble people in the city. We are the opposite of those "decent people" who are born noble.
, is a dark undercurrent composed of countless low-class people who have neither power nor power."
Rhoda gave a scary smile: "But since decent civilian businessmen and vulgar country nobles can form a group, occupy a seat at the national meeting, and use the majesty of the king to compete with the great nobles."
"Then why do we have to sit in the gutter and fight for the scraps left by the big shots?"
"We have to take a longer view."
"So you have to prepare in advance even if you have to hide it from other people."
"Only when the opportunity to change your destiny comes, can you seize the opportunity."
An opportunity to change your destiny?
Ostru lowered his head and suppressed the confusion in his heart: "But why them?"
"Those traitors who were kicked out? Are they still unclear about our mortal enemies?"
Rhoda stared blankly.
"It's not as simple as they are ignorant," Roda said lightly: "More than a hundred years ago, if there was no Sword of Disaster, there would be no Blood Bottle Gang."
our old rival
It's not just a gangster.
He slowly raised his right hand and rubbed the iron glove on it.
Ostru looked confused.
"Before the Year of Blood, I was Prince Horace's messenger and learned a lot of disturbing things." Roda showed a solemn look: "Do you think, as a group of traitors, why the 'Sword of Disaster'
Do you want to call it this name?"
Ostru was slightly startled: "In the name of the disaster that once destroyed the world? I have watched the drama in the Temple of Night. Maybe this sounds more scary?"
Rhoda smiled coldly.
"What if," Roda breathed out softly and looked at his students with deep eyes: "If this name is not just to scare people."
"And what about its own profound meaning?"
Ostrow was immediately stunned.
Several quarters of an hour later, there was still no one on the snowy slope opposite.
The wind and snow are getting heavier and heavier.
Rhoda's face became increasingly ugly.
"Let's go," finally, the arms boss exhaled a breath filled with anger, "it seems like they won't come."
Ostru looked unhappy: "What about our cooperation?"
Rhoda sneered: "It doesn't matter."
After all, they are not the only ones
He holds the key to turning the world upside down.
He turned around and walked into the dense needle forest.
Ostrow hummed softly and asked his brothers to pull the freezing children back to the warehouse.
Next volume: The betrayers
Preface: There are countless excuses and reasons for betrayers, but the most ridiculous and saddest among them is: betrayal for loyalty.
p.s. These two chapters should be placed in the Dragon's Blood volume, but because I accidentally put them in the wrong place, please edit them tomorrow.