She Chooses To Destroy the World

In short, whether to become a believer of the future **** at the age of seventeen is completely out of the list of things Alice needs to consider. Now the most important step in their mentoring plan is to let Alice participate in a battle alone as the red-haired Allen, and after winning the victory, she will be promoted to a special mercenary smoothly.

In the past six months, Undead Roma has several special mission invitations on hand. After weighing it up, he finally decided to let Alice rush to Morse City to help the city lord there to repel the attack by Lord Dragon Castle.

Dragon Castle is adjacent to Morse City, and the hatred between the Earl of Dragon Castle and the Lord of Morse City began three generations ago. The situation has become more tense in recent years, and the war is about to break out. In all respects, the strength of the two is basically evenly matched, so they are trying to recruit famous knights and mercenaries in an effort to increase their own strength and boost morale.

Count Longbao has a tactical elite Garr Knight, and I heard that this time he hired Silver Helmet DeWitt. Silverhelm DeWitt is also a third-level mercenary, with a reputation as loud as the red-haired Allen. In this way, the Morse City Lord seemed to be at a disadvantage. Therefore, he wrote to the Mercenary Guild early, asking the undead Roma masters and disciples to help each other.

Judging by the scale of the war and the strength of the opponent, if Alice can defeat the Silver Helmet DeWitt in this battle and help the Lord Morse win, she will definitely be promoted to a special mercenary. But DeWitt the Silver Helmet is not easy to deal with. If he hears that the red-haired Alan is coming to Morse City, he will definitely be a hundred and twenty minutes in spirit. For those mercenaries who do not intend to participate in this battle, but are only going to watch the excitement, this is not so much a battle between the Earl of Longbao and the Lord of Morse, it is more a battle between two third-level mercenaries. , Whoever wins can become a super mercenary. If he loses, he will probably only become a bunch of rotten meat in the stinking ditch, and be carried by the dead's relatives to do weird experiments.

But if Alice wants to continue in this business, she can't be afraid of this.

After choosing this task for Alice, Rom told her what he knew:

"Silver Helmet DeWitt has eight years of experience since he was a junior mercenary. He is two years older than you, is tall, and walks a tough road. It is said that he is particularly afraid of head injuries. , Always wears a silver helmet-this is also the origin of his nickname. Although it is generally believed that Silver Helmet DeWitt is very powerful, I have seen him before and feel that his ability is not enough for a special mercenary. He His weakness is that he is not very flexible. If you play against him, your winning rate should not be low. In any case, it is better than you against a real special mercenary."

Alice is quite confident. Although she has never been alone in a mission, she has faced many strong players. As long as she wants to continue to be a mercenary, this is an indispensable process.

The day Count Longbao launched the attack happened to be Alice's seventeenth birthday. She took the mercenary team hired by the lord of Morse into battle, and she felt more energetic.

Well-known mercenaries take advantage when fighting. Although mercenaries have the consciousness to die on the battlefield, they will not easily challenge high-level mercenaries. After all, mercenaries cherish their lives, knowing that they can't beat them, they won't go there and die. For this reason, a well-known mercenary can almost be worth an entire team of mercenaries. Wherever they go, those who see her conspicuous red hair mostly turn directly in other directions and don’t want to face her. match.

Of course, she also encountered several mercenaries of the same level as her. After hearing that she was here, those mercenaries had joined the opponent's army and wanted to fight her. Those people were not as famous as her, nor did they have a good master like Undead Roma. Although they were both third-level mercenaries, they would be defeated in a few rounds against her.

Alice fought and advanced like this, and soon saw Dewitt the Silver Helmet.

DeWitt the Silver Helmet is like the red-haired Allen, as long as he can recognize it. He always wears a silver helmet on his head with blue caps floating on it. His helmet blocked his face so tightly that he couldn't see his appearance, but it didn't matter, as long as he knew it was him.

Seeing each other on the battlefield, there was no need for greetings. The two drew their swords to each other. As soon as the two swords confronted each other, Alice knew that he was not as easy to deal with as she thought.

Alice was originally a girl, and she has always walked a light path. Silver Helmet DeWitt's physical strength is far better than her. He used a very heavy sword. After Alice's sword touched his once, he began to avoid touching his sword as much as possible, fearing that his rapier would break. The armor on Silver Helmet Devitt's body is quite complete, and Alice's rapier is impossible to penetrate. She can only find a way to start from the joints, and this requires her hands to be extra stable, which is very difficult.

Despite this, she still tried her best to find a chance to stab DeWitt in the right shoulder. DeWitt groaned, and the blood ran down the sword's edge. Alice was refreshed:

This is great! He was injured in his right shoulder, and he would not be so flexible with the sword.

However, DeWitt only changed his sword.

He can actually use his left hand to make a sword!

No one has ever said that DeWitt is good at using two-handed swords. Obviously this is his assassin. If it weren't for a difficult opponent like Alice, he would definitely not easily use it. Anyone who has seen a left-handed sword knows that it is much more difficult to deal with an opponent who uses a left-handed sword. Alice is considering whether to change hands, but her left hand is far less flexible than her right hand. Changing hands will only reduce the probability of her stab her opponent. She had to dispel this idea.

Alice's sword did not dare to touch DeWitt, and her leather armor appeared to be made of paper under the silver-helmed DeWitt's great sword, and could easily be penetrated. So she can only rely on her flexibility and constantly dodge the opponent's attack. This forced her to expend much more physical energy than usual, and although Dewitt was wearing a heavy armor, his attack frequency was not so high, on the contrary it was not as laborious as Alice. He found that Alice was paying great attention to protecting her face, so he paid special attention to attacking her head, forcing Alice to keep backing away.

The previous words of the master were wrong, this Dewitt, I am afraid that he has already reached the level of a special mercenary, but he has been hiding his strength without revealing it.

She had never wrestled with people for such a long time before, and felt the sweat slipping from her body, and her concentration gradually declined. A little flaw was finally revealed.

DeWitt would never let go of such a good opportunity, and hit her in the chest with a sword.

Alice felt a strong pain. She lost her balance and fell motionless. She knew it was over.

DeWitt walked over, handed her sword, folded two pieces on her leg, and threw it far away.

He seemed to feel safe in this way, so he approached, took off his silver helmet, and looked at her very carefully. He waved the sword in his hand at her ear to cut a strand of red hair as a trophy and proof of defeating her.

This is the last chance, and Alice will never miss it.

The dagger Lena gave her was hidden under her clothes. She quietly moved her hand over, drew the dagger, and exhausted her last strength, piercing the dagger into DeWitt’s eyes.

She was injured, and she didn't move so fast. Devitt immediately backed away. Alice's range of movement was limited, and the dagger in her hand only touched his eyelids.

At this moment, the enchanted gem on the dagger flashed a dazzling light, and the sword body suddenly stretched out and directly pierced Dewitt's eyes.

Alice turned the dagger, and DeWitt was killed. At this time, the enchantment on the dagger was also exhausted, the sword body was shortened and restored to its original appearance, and the enchantment gem was also split from the middle, and it could no longer function.

DeWitt's blood spewed out of her brain and splashed all over her. However, Alice had also used up her last strength and could only lie down and pant.

Her eyes were red.

DeWitt’s sword didn’t actually penetrate her heart. It just chopped off her ribs and injured her lungs. If she could be treated immediately, there might be rescue. But at this time, no one could save her. Even if someone could drag her back, it was too late... She knew she was going to die.

Unexpectedly, the first time she left the master and came out alone, she would end up like this, which is really terrible. Alice wanted to laugh at herself, but she couldn't even lift the corners of her mouth. She closed her eyes, feeling the world plunged into darkness.

I don't know how long it took, in the darkness, she heard someone calling her name.

"Alice! Alice!"

This voice is a bit strange, and so is the name. She hadn't heard anyone call her Alice in a long time. Although her master knew her real name, he always called her Ellen in order to avoid being found out and causing trouble. Even she herself thought she was called Ellen.

She wanted to ask "Who are you", but couldn't utter a word.

"Alice, have you forgotten me?"

The voice was so gentle and beautiful, as if it had come from the sky... Alice felt dizzy, **** it, her blood was about to run out, she was going to die soon.

But no, she had definitely heard this voice, she had heard this voice at the most hesitant moment in her life. Although her whole body was severely ischemia, Alice suddenly remembered that day.

That is my god.

She didn't have the strength to say this, but He had read the information from her brain, and the voice became euphoric:

"Ah... this is a beautiful statement. I haven't heard someone call me like that in a long time. I really want to hear you say it again, but you are dying."

But I am dying.

"If you die, it won’t be long before I will fall into endless sleep. Even the power of dreams can’t be used. I have been looking at you for the past five years. I’m sorry, I haven’t spoken to you. It takes too much power, I must save a little bit."

Sorry, I never prayed to you, it's too late now.

"Because you are not yet my believer." He said tolerantly, "but you are my believer now. I have read these words from your heart. Because of this, I can't just watch you die like this... you will Survived."

I... still have a chance to survive?

The **** of the future did not speak any more, and suddenly, Alice felt her breathing eased and her body suddenly gained strength. She opened her eyes, and the heavens and the earth returned to their original appearance.

There was a voice that blew past her ears like a gust of wind and smoke. The voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible:

"Don't forget me again."