Lord of War

The night is filled with clouds, the sky is cloudy tonight, the stars are shining under the clear night, and under the full moon, it seems that the whole world is covered with a layer of silver veil.

Hazy, yet extraordinarily charming.

In a simple camp, a middle-aged man frowned.

"Boss, hold on." A young man said softly.

The middle-aged man nodded, then gritted his teeth.

The young man held a small knife in his right hand, and then lightly pierced the middle-aged man's right rib. This action made the middle-aged man let out a muffled groan, his face turned pale, and sweat began to protrude from his forehead . The young man clenched his lower lip, and his right hand began to move. The knife seemed to be cutting a steak, making a cut on the middle-aged man's right rib.

Blood gushes out from the wound.

"Boss, bear with me a little longer." The young man looked up at the middle-aged man, and found that his face was beginning to turn pale. He put down the knife, whispered another word of comfort, and then held his right hand on a broken pole. , "I'm going to pull it out."

"Pull!" The middle-aged man uttered a deep voice similar to the roar of a wild animal.

"three two!"

The young man counted in a low voice, but he didn't say the word "one", so he suddenly exerted force with his right hand, and only heard a slight "poof", and a broken rod with an arrow was pulled out by the young man Come out, and at the same time bring out a blood arrow and shoot out.

The middle-aged man let out a deeper roar from his throat as if he had been hit hard, and his face was as pale as paper.

The young man hurriedly threw away the arrow, quickly took out the ointment that had been prepared and applied it on it, and then began to wrap the bandage. After a while, the bleeding from the wound was finally stopped, but the wound was quite deep. Although no bones or internal organs were injured, it would take at least a month or even longer to heal completely.

"Huh." The middle-aged man exhaled foul air. Although his face was still pale, his overall spirit was obviously better than before.

"It's a good thing the arrow is not poisoned." The young man said in a deep voice, "otherwise the consequences would be disastrous."

The middle-aged man did not speak, but turned his head to look at everything around him, and his expression obviously began to become a little ugly.

This crude camp has no fences, not even tents and sleeping bags, and everyone can only sleep on the ground. But this is not a problem. The real problem is that there are many wounded soldiers in the camp. The middle-aged man knows without thinking that these wounded soldiers are at least two hundred. Although most of them are only slightly injured, there are also some The problem is indeed more serious, I'm afraid I won't be able to survive tonight.

This group of people is the White Wing Mercenary Group who left the trade capital.

The original team of 3,000 people now has less than 500 people left. If the wounded part is excluded, there may be only more than 200 people who still have the ability to fight.

The middle-aged man didn't understand why they encountered such a strong attack and pursuit when they entered the border of the Dabiang Kingdom, which was completely illogical.

In fact, this middle-aged man really couldn't understand.

The border line of the Kingdom of Dabion that crosses the Territory of Tonis, since it was defeated by Alfred last time, under the pressure of the northern aristocratic group, the Kingdom of Dabion dispatched a team The army came to garrison. Therefore, the act of the White Wing Mercenary Corps crossing the border was naturally misunderstood by the Darby Broom Kingdom. Coupled with the cowardice of the Boulder family and the defeat of the coalition of four thousand nobles,

It made the Kingdom of Dabion feel ashamed, so the White Wing Mercenary Group was regarded as the reinforcements of the Marquis of Tonis, and naturally carried out a fierce sweep.

It has to be said that the White Wing Mercenary Corps does have some strength.

It is really not easy for three thousand soldiers to survive against the thirty thousand garrisons of the Dabion Kingdom.

Of course, the price is that the entire White Wing Mercenary Corps has basically been disabled, and it is absolutely impossible to cause any more disturbances. And as the core members of the Duchy of Lumber, there are only two of the three left.

The middle-aged man with gray temples was seriously injured in a fierce battle. He knew that he probably had no hope of surviving, so he resolutely led a thousand seriously injured mercenaries to take charge of the rear and create a chance for others to escape. Chance.

It was also fortunate that the leader of the White Wing Mercenary Corps was so desperate, otherwise, the entire White Wing Mercenary Corps would probably be completely wiped out.

It's just this moment.

The middle-aged man sighed and reached out to touch his saber.

His weapon is a heavy knife, remade according to the military knife, the blade alone is about one meter long, and the arc is small, so that it can speed up when swinging. In terms of combat power alone, he can be ranked among the top five in the core circle of the entire White Wing mercenaries, but as those who are stronger than him die one after another, now he is a well-deserved number one, but this number one name Head, it's really ridiculous.

Because his strength is only just entering the upper rank of silver, and he was promoted in this inexplicable war.

"Boss?" The young man seemed to be aware of the change in the middle-aged man's momentum, and asked with some doubts.

"It's nothing, I'm just homesick." The middle-aged man smiled, "Are you homesick?"

"Boss, where did I come from?" The young man smiled wryly, "If you hadn't taken me home, Boss, I would have died a long time ago."

The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, and then he said: "Everyone has a home in their hearts....The head of the group has one, and so do I, so you should too."

"Boss?" The young man didn't seem to understand the meaning of this sentence.

"It's nothing, I just want to go home." The middle-aged man lifted the heavy knife, stuck it on the ground, and stood up with his body supported. The young man on the side hurriedly reached out to support the middle-aged man. Is extremely weak, "Even if you can't find a home in the future, it doesn't matter, but you must find your own belief.... Only with belief can you have strength, so home is my belief for me."

The young man nodded his head half understanding.

The middle-aged man didn't seem to expect the young man to understand immediately. He just held the heavy knife tightly and walked forward: "Commander, I'm sorry."

This is a very common small house in Baige Town, not too big, but very clean and tidy.

Elsie lives here.

But Elsie is not the only one in the house at the moment.

Sean and Cecilia were also there.

But at this moment, they are helping Elsie pack and organize things. Their movements are very skillful, and they are very clear about what should be brought and what should not be brought, and the sorted and summarized things are also very well classified. Originally, Elsie had prepared more than a dozen boxes of things, but after being sorted out by Sean and Cecilia, there were only three boxes left.

"I can't tell, you guys are really powerful." Elsie praised sincerely.

"Hehe, I said we used to be mercenaries, do you believe me?"

"Believe." Elsie nodded, "No matter what you say, I will believe it."

Cecilia snickered, and Sean could only shake his head helplessly: "Don't wait until tomorrow?"

"Cassius is back, and he's waiting for me outside the town, not tomorrow." Elsie shook his head, he looked much more decisive than before, and he looked very confident, which It was a good thing for Elsie, but Sean always felt a little subtle and strange, "Sean, these days, thank you."

"Do you still need to be polite with me?" Sean smiled. "Actually, I still think that being a follower of the goddess of ice and snow and winter is a very good choice. And you will become the head of the knight order in the future, which is very good to me." What about Lide. When the time comes to fight with others, I will not only have a group of priests, but also a group of Knights of the Temple. Think about it, who will dare to fight with me then? I am simply invincible.”

"Don't forget the White Wing Knights of the St. Joles Empire." Elsie retorted mercilessly, "That is a real army of fanatics. They are never afraid of sacrifice. I have no confidence able to fight them."

"Really stop thinking about it?" Sean still seemed a little unwilling to give up.

"This is Elsie's belief." Cecilia said helplessly from the side, "Sean, don't interfere with other people's beliefs."

Sean was a little dazed. He was an atheist. To him, belief was not as real as principle.

Elsie didn't know what Sean was thinking, but seeing Sean's bewildered expression, she continued, "I want to know what kind of person my mother is. In my impression, she is the only one left What I want is tenderness, but I always feel that it is more than that. So I decided that no matter how hard it is, I must go to the headquarters of the Twilight Goddess Church, I think only there can I truly understand my mother."

Hearing what Elsie said, Sean could only sigh helplessly. At this moment, he completely gave up the idea of ​​wooing Elsie: "Don't worry, you will definitely become a very good Temple Knight in the future."

Sean knew that his golden eyes would never go wrong. Elsie is indeed very suitable to be a priest. If Elsie's occupation is not a knight, Sean actually wants to suggest that Elsie should just become a priest. With a firm will, Sean dispelled this idea. In fact, if Elsie is really willing to believe in the goddess of snow and winter, Sean bets that his growth rate will be faster.

But unfortunately, Elsie has found her own belief.

Elsie thanked her sincerely: "Sean, you made me believe that there are still good people in this world..., Sean, you are really a good person."

Sean's heart twitched suddenly, and the expression on his face was a little weird: I actually received a good person card!

And it was a good person card issued to him by a man!

"Sean is indeed a good person." Cecilia added a knife unceremoniously.

So Sean looked at the two helplessly. He really didn't know what to say, so he could only silently lower his head and continue to help Elsie pack her things.

Soon, after everything was packed, Elsie didn't stay here any longer, but went out with her things. Outside the door, there is already a carriage waiting. This is a gift from Sean to Elsie. The coachman has also prepared it. After watching Elsie wave goodbye, he got into the carriage and left. Sean’s face Finally, there was a bit of regret on the face.

"What's wrong?" Cecilia asked.

"Cecilia, do you have faith?" Sean asked.

"You know, magicians never believe in God." Cecilia replied without hesitation.

"I'm not talking about the belief of the gods, but the belief in your heart.

"Sean said softly, "I once heard someone say that faith is the source of strength, and those who have faith will have the motivation to keep moving forward. ... Elsie used to only think about how to make money and secure the territory, but this incident may have hit him very hard. I saw the extreme desire for power hidden in his eyes, and I was afraid that he would Go astray. "

"So you want to keep him in the territory?" Cecilia blinked and said in surprise.

"The Goddess of Twilight is not a kind god. I only hope that Elsie's inner belief is enough to make his will firm enough." Sean shook his head helplessly, "So, Cecilia, you have faith ?"

"If it's the motivation and source of growing stronger, I have it too." Cecilia said seriously.

"What is it?" Sean asked.

"secret."

Cecilia looked at Sean and smiled playfully, but she said silently in her heart: Being able to help you is my greatest belief. ) Ps: Ahaha, when I wrote the last chapter, I kept thinking about the cat clan catwoman, but I mistyped the classification of wolves, which has been revised. ... So thank you for your strong support and monthly tickets! ! It's only a short shot! ! Great! ! ..., I continue to code words hard! (To be continued) [] If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation. )