Shaman from Afar

"Miss Ayn Rand, what's the matter?"

At silent midnight, Ariel, who was sitting in front of the bed, was holding a wine glass, her feet tilted to look at the little wizard who had walked into her room, and there was another wine glass already full on the table. It seems to have been waiting for a long time.

"Loren ... Where is Loren?"

The little wizard didn't care about the other party's name and the smug smile on her lips. She was overwhelmed with anxiety in her eyes, and her hands clenched into a fist.

After learning from Lusien that Loren and the teenager named "Asteril" were missing at the same time, she vaguely had a bad hunch, and the instinctive feeling that the girl in front of her definitely knew the answer, so she said nothing. He ran over without even saying hello.

"Are you asking me, or do you already know the answer?"

Ariel smiled and opened her eyes, with an unabashed cunning, her head tilted playfully.

"So ... he really went to attack the caravan ..."

Thinking of his words that he deliberately avoided when asking Charles, the little wizard was pale, his brow furrowed for a moment, speechless: "He, Loren ... how can he ..."

"Well, is there anything wrong?" Ariel asked with a smile: "Regardless of life and personal honor, protecting the safety and power of the Turin family ... Is there anything that can be blamed for such a worthy man?"

"But Charlotte she ..."

"Charlotte Turin needs to understand that her will can never override Loren."

Smiling to the shocked little wizard, the petite Ariel with her bare feet, gently lying on Ayn's shoulder, the faint voice touched the pink earlobe:

"Dear Ain, don't you understand ... this woman, she is your real threat and enemy!"

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"boom----!!!!"

When the golden-red fire and loud noise came from the forest not far away, the entire camp was a panic-stricken look.

The caravan servants who awakened from their dreams covered their mouths in horror. The brightly lit camp was full of noisy and panic, running and collision, and the bustling voices were all messed up.

"be quiet--!"

The roar of the knight rang abruptly, echoing above the camp!

Shirell Letterch, who suddenly changed his face, pulled out the hands behind his back and raised his sword high above his head, screaming again:

"Silver Blood! Array, vigilant—!"

There was a moment of silence.

In the next second, the wandering knights of the blood of silver got up one after another, pulled out their weapons and guarded themselves, tacitly united around the camp according to their respective configurations, and filled the crossbow arrows with the campfire.

Just two simple commands that couldn't be simpler, just two or three minutes, the entire camp was already waiting, the atmosphere was solemn, and even the originally panicked Chamber of Commerce servants took out their weapons, in Organized behind the wandering knights.

Although these people are only servants of the chamber of commerce, the caravans that are traveling around will be equipped with weapon self-defense, especially bows and crossbows-close combat may not be realistic, but it can allow any daring beast Into a hedgehog.

Seeing the gradual dissipation of the fire in the distant forest, the knight's face sank like water.

Robin of Ellerman, the knight who is never stern but has a delicate heart, how could the knight of the power group be in such a place ...

"Hey ... really a group of excellent wandering knights."

The teenager by the bonfire exaggerated with exaggerated expressions, but sighed "lost" again: "But looking at the position of the firelight, the big brother named Robin may not have the bones that have been blown up, is it a pity? , Obviously a good man ... "

"clang--!"

A large sword fell head-on, hitting the soil less than ten centimeters in front of Asriel; the chopped tip drifted away from the wind, and the young man's mouth still had a naive smile.

"How much do you know?"

Shirell's expression was grim, and the appearance of her teeth clenched her beautiful face slightly.

"Is the elder sister asking me?" Asrell tilted his head and blinked his innocent eyes: "It's strange ... why should I ask Asrere what he knew tomorrow morning?"

Dumb-headed, a word without a head, but made the knight's eyes flash a bit of consternation.

He now ... no, did he know it from the beginning? !

"Meeting a lost boy in a deserted forest, all the coincidences in this world are caused by my own ignorance. Of course, the big sister is not such an ignorant person ... Yes, you" save "Asrell from the moment Understand all this, but I still have a small abacus in my heart. "

Asriel said, looking at the female knight with leisurely eyes:

"You haven't guessed, I will take the initiative to confess everything to you ... right, Sister Sirel Lightrange?"

Shirel was speechless for a moment.

She knew that the teenager in front of her was very smart, but she never thought he could be so smart ... I didn't expect him to say such a thing, it was ...

"It's not like what a 'child' would say ... Really, you guys' ideas are really good to guess."

Asriel shook her head and raised her lips with playfulness: "But ... it turns out to be such an accident ..."

accident?

"Originally, Asrier didn't intend to expose the target. After all, people had no interest in this matter from the beginning. They would be forced to help out when they ran out ... The request of a good friend is always difficult to refuse, right? "

"But obviously," He "has begun to become impatient with Asrell's passive downtime ... The use of such a gorgeous appearance is to let people expose their identity ... No way."

Looking at the whispered mumbling, like a teenager complaining, the knight suddenly became overwhelmed.

Intermittent fighting sounds have been heard outside the camp, indicating that the fierce fighting has begun ... I am afraid that it will not take long for a tidal enemy to attack the camp, right?

The collision of swords, the sound of fighting ... The brethren in the blood of silver are struggling to resist the attack of the enemy.

All of this is because of his own mistakes, and he thought he wanted to take advantage of it, borrowing the bait laid by the other party to lure the other party, let them relax their vigilance, and smashed their heads in front of the iron wall of silver blood.

Shirell Lightrange's teeth were clenched, and she didn't even dare to look directly at the young man's contemptuous and ironic eyes.

"It's a beautiful and clever big sister, and if possible, Asrier really doesn't want to hurt you." The teenager shook his head regretfully:

"Unfortunately, you are not smart enough ... no, it should be that your vision is too narrow and limits your thinking."

"you……"

At the moment when the knight draws her sword, the young man's right hand squeezes the body of the sword; the thick spine is as weak as white paper under the palm of his "weak" palm, and the sound of "crack!" Broke from the center!

When the horrified Shirel saw the teenager's scarlet pupils again, his cold body seemed to freeze completely!

"I said, I don't want to hurt you, elder sister." The corner of the young man's pale cheeks bent into a crescent-like arc, and the blade cut his delicate palms, and the blood came out without even knowing it:

"Tomorrow ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ People in Red Blood Castle and even Byrne will only know that on this night without a moon, a terrible vampire attacked the camp; The battle was completed to the last moment and they all sacrificed. "

"You are just a piece of chess worth not mentioning in the struggle between the Turin family and Governor Byrne, but it is an obstacle that dear Loren must eliminate ... Asriel can do only make you like a hero 'S death, let the prestige of silver blood be passed on forever, so that your beauty will not wither after death. "

"So, the beautiful big sister ..."

Asriel smiled, her **** right hand lifted the hilt, slowly, bit by bit, and pointed the broken sword in Shirel ’s hand to her own throat, not even noticing herself. Be careful "broke the knight's wrist and fingers:

"farewell."...

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