Chapter 40, Gaps and Gaps

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Lane quickly gave up drawing his sword.

Because he could feel powerful magical energy gathering in the last position of the caravan.

The sorceress strikes.

After a long period of preparation, the sorceress finally gathered enough mana. Unlike the blue ice magic energy before, the mana condensed around Theresa reappeared a dazzling golden red this time.

"The mind screams!!!"

The mountains shook and the forests trembled.

This is the strongest spell currently mastered by Mr. Jialan, the seven-ring spiritual magic, and the psychic roar.

A sense of fear from the depths of the soul pricked the nerves of all the survivors of the caravan like needles.

Several arcs of light surrounded Teresa's beautiful figure, and then swept the entire forest in all directions with her as the center of the sorceress' movements. The golden-red ripples swept across the woods and land, and all the torches were extinguished instantly. During the mountain roar and tsunami, all the beastmen who rushed into the camp squatted down holding their heads in pain. The golden-red lightning in the sea of ​​consciousness burned their souls. Many horned beasts even threw their weapons on the ground in pain, and even more The weak Ulcorn Beasts, Chaos Warhounds, and Razor Beasts even lost their resistance. Their fragile heads burst like balloons, exploding countless bloody flowers.

Everyone in the caravan was also seriously affected. The weak mercenaries also covered their heads and wailed. Only a few people in the elite class could bear the strong mental shock and act reluctantly. Taking this opportunity, Rost, Ike and others The man covered his head and killed the beastmen who had lost their resistance in the camp one after another.

"Quick! My magic won't last long!" Teresa turned pale, she hurriedly shouted at Ryan, and then urged the mercenaries and guards: "Quick, hurry up!"

"Aww~~~" Just as the sorceress finished speaking, a high-pitched roar came from the depths of the forest. In the darkness, a bloody battle flag rose from the dense coniferous forest. This battle flag was completely made of human skin. Made, with a human head hanging on the top of the battle flag.

This roar seemed to be able to penetrate people's hearts. The people in the caravan who originally planned to pursue felt a deep sense of fear, and a cold feeling that penetrated into the bone marrow ran through their bodies. There is a terrible presence in the depths.

"Ah?!" Estelle took a closer look and shouted tremblingly, "That's it?"

"What's that?" Rost clutched his ribs, it was pitch black, and he couldn't see anything clearly.

"That's the druid's head, the tree planter died, his skin was made into a banner, and his head became a trophy!" The half-elf had dark vision, but he would rather not have such ability now.

The terrifying sight made his already tired body lose the fighting spirit to pursue.

After hearing the roar, all the undead and stunned beasts were shaken. They dropped their weapons one after another and struggled to escape back into the forest. The sound gradually faded away. He felt an extremely filthy and chaotic sight sweep across his body, and then disappeared without a trace.

"What is that? The Great Demon of Chaos? If it is, then none of us can survive." Ryan could feel the frightening power full of rage, bloodthirsty and filth, and that thing was probably Urick The said big unclean.

The enemy is the Beastman war gang who believes in the blood god, which is still within Ryan's acceptance range. Blood god believers don't like group activities, so Ryan also gave up chasing. Going to the forest in a dark environment is no different from playing hide-and-seek with the beastmen. Seeking his own death, and seeing the Beastmen retreat, Lion returned to the camp.

A foul smell of blood entered his nostrils.

Yes, the Beastmen retreated.

There was no joy of victory, no wine and no hymns in the camp.

There are only countless corpses on the ground and a messy camp,

Ryan was struggling to advance in the sea of ​​corpses and blood. He saw a mercenary on the land next to him. The mercenary's body had several fatal wounds and was messed up by eating, but Ryan recognized him at a glance.

He was Simon who had clashed with Ryan at the pier before, and the slack eyes of the little mercenary said everything.

"Woooooooh~ Simon~ Simon!!! Wake up, wake up, I'm Banda! Get up, we can't stay here for long, get up!" A young figure appeared and rushed over On the dead body, weeping loudly.

"...Banda? Get up, he's dead." Ryan said standing behind Banda.

The little mercenary ignored him and just kept howling.

The Bloodaxe mercenary group suffered heavy losses in this battle, and now there are only a dozen people in this mercenary group that can stand.

Ryan didn't care about him anymore, because there was already a fierce quarrel in the crowd gathering place, Wilt stood in front of Teresa, his tone was full of anger and sadness: "Ms. Trovik? You promised me back then. "

"..." Teresa barely stood with Emilia's support, her face was pale, she bit her lips tightly, facing Wilt's questioning, the sorceress was speechless.

"You promised me at the beginning!!!" Wilt threw down his two-handed sword and rushed down like crazy to get close to the body of the sorceress. The sorceress subconsciously stepped back, and there was even a trace of uneasiness on her beautiful face. :"I do not know……"

"Okay, Wirth, calm down a little bit, we don't want things to turn out like this." Ryan quickly stopped Wirth, and he could feel the hostility of the mercenaries around him.

"Ms. Trovik, please remember the Bloodaxe Mercenary Group. When we left Winter City, there were fifty people and two people stayed behind." Wilt no longer cared about Ryan's identity. He was in his thirties The deputy head’s eyes were bloodshot, and his voice was hoarse: “Now? We only have thirteen people left. What did you say? I need you to be my guards, and I will use my magic to protect you.” you?"

"But what about now? You can't even protect yourself, so you let our blood ax fill it with our lives?"

"I asked you in Karzenhaven at the time, and you told us that we would never encounter such a battle again."

"We need an explanation, Ms. Trovik!!!" Wilt leaned forward, but was soon stopped by Ryan, and the white wolf knight's face was flat: "Pay attention to your attitude, mercenary! Otherwise, I will fulfill my duty." responsibility."

Wilt set his eyes on the White Wolf Knight badge on Ryan's chest, and then there was an embarrassing silence. He finally calmed down: "I'm waiting for you to give me an explanation, Ms. Trovik."

"I'll give you and the Bloodaxe mercenaries behind you an explanation, Mr. Wilt, but please apologize to me for your previous rudeness, please remember, if it weren't for my spells, you wouldn't be able to Survived." With Ryan beside her, the sorceress regained her composure, and she gently pushed Emilia away, signaling that she was fine.

"I apologize for that." Wirth walked away without turning his head.

Ryan was waiting to say something, but Teresa gently leaned her body on him and whispered in his ear: "Help me, my magic power is exhausted."

Ryan nodded, holding the arm of the sorceress with a strong arm - even though his body was covered with blood, Teresa just frowned and did not push away. Ryan pulled the sorceress to hide in the distance.

Greyblade Birger appeared in front of Oliver, and he said to Oliver in a low and hoarse voice: "Greyblade lost sixteen young men in this battle, and we demand adequate compensation."

"We will pay this amount, as agreed." Oliver frowned. The spirit of the businessman's contract told him to nod at this time, but his reason told him that things were not that simple.

"No, it's enough, compensation." Birger's face was also very ugly. After this battle, his mercenary group was also severely damaged, and he needed to extort more money from the merchant: "Mr. Oliver, the previous price It was the previous price, but the situation is different now, you didn’t tell us that there are sea heart stones in the goods, you are cheating, Huijian suffered heavy losses, we demand the price we deserve.”

The implication is that he is going to increase the price.

"Birger, this is not in accordance with the agreement!" Oliver said with difficulty.

"Yes, the situation is different now, Mr. Oliver, if you still want our protection, please pay more." Birger pressed again, his face full of mania and greed.

After seeing the sea heart stone, everyone became greedy.

At the same time, a quarrel broke out among the mercenaries.

"If you hadn't shot to cover him at that time, Simon wouldn't have died!" Banda started the conversation first. He pointed the finger at a caravan guard, and that guard was Mather who had been following Oliver.

"What do you know, brat?"

"Enough, it's all your fault!"

"Keep your mouth clean, little bastard!"

The quarrel became more and more intense, especially after several wandering knights joined, the quarrel gradually escalated: "Mr. Matz, please hand over the Haixin Stone. We shed blood to protect you. The Haixin Stone should belong to our caravan." Everyone, isn't it?"

"Exactly, Mr. Matz, please hand over the Sea Heart Stone." Several wandering knights approached with swords and shields, speaking illogical words, only Ike stood in the distance, his face full of hesitation .

"Don't even think about it!" As a matter of course, Estelle stood up as a guard hired by Matz, and confronted these wandering knights.

The guards protected Mats in the middle, and on the other side were several wandering knights, among which the wandering knight Goodson, who was pierced by the Beastman in the shoulder, had the most crazy expression, as if the injuries on his body were also eroding his nerves. He had drawn his sharp sword and approached unreasonably: "Either hand over the goods, or die!"

"Enough!!!" An angry shout brought everyone back to their senses, Ryan supported Theresa, and shouted angrily at everyone: "I don't care about your current situation or what you want to negotiate, don't come here Is it okay to negotiate here? Can you take a look at this place?"

Only then did everyone come to their senses, the camp full of blood and corpses told them that this was indeed not the time and place to speak, but they felt anger and rage for no reason, as if they could not tear apart everything that existed in front of them. Don't give up, the emotions of anxiety, anger and hatred spread crazily among people, everyone is like a powder keg, it will explode at one point, wishing to kill everything before it is over.

Ryan knows very well that this is the corruption of chaos. They always infiltrate people's hearts inadvertently. The terrible thing about chaos is not the powerful combat power and destruction, but the unknowing erosion of people's hearts. This is the reason why they repelled the attack of Chaos army on the battlefield, but suffered from corruption after the battle, and finally degenerated into Chaos warriors.

For scavengers, the smell of corpses and blood is like a light in the dark, and a deadly temptation, not to mention attracting undead and other creatures.

After being yelled at by Ryan, everyone stopped arguing for a while. They hurriedly cremated and buried the body, and packed up their things. After such a bloody battle, everyone in the caravan didn't have the mood to rest anymore, and decided to rush to the peak of Scarville Mountain overnight. on the mountain fortress.

The carriage was severely damaged, most of the horses were lost, but most of the goods were intact, which made the caravan carriages with more than half of the staff in a tight situation, and everyone lit up the torches and started on the road again. The difference was that the caravan guards and mercenaries were clearly separated from each other The guards gave a cautious look, and the guards even gave a vigilant look to the wandering knights trailing behind the caravan.

The estrangement gradually arises...

In the dark forest, the head of the tree planter Aldrad is hanging on the battle flag of the Beastmen, and his face still maintains the despair and fear of frequent death, which is really suitable for the Beastmen up.

The banner of battle is enshrined by an altar full of blood and a throne full of druid bones for all the beastmen. A mysterious symbol is located directly above the altar, emitting a bright red light in the dark night.

"A cheap... sacrifice." The huge minotaur shuttled through the night, the faint moonlight shone on its scarlet face, and the facial armor was directly embedded in its face, welded together with bloody flesh. It was the minotaur that fought Eldrad before, and its size was a whole circle larger than other minotaurs.

Other Beastmen surrounded it and prostrated themselves on the ground. Obviously, it was the Beastmaster of this Beastman gang.

"No sacrifice...can't get...gift, no sacrifice...need...sacrifice." The giant minotaur raised its battle axe.

A cold light flashed, and a Minotaur's head was directly chopped off. The huge bull's head rolled to the side, and blood-colored energy full of filth was released from it. In the dark void, something seemed to respond to this. festival.

"How about this little gift...?"

The blood god never asks where the blood comes from.

"Not enough, continue..." A few more minotaurs lost their heads. Even so, all the beastmen still did not dare to make any moves, and still crawled on the ground, waiting for the next move of the beast king.

"The enemy...two...witches have no combat power...that White Wolf Knight is...the sacrifice that pleases the Blood God..." After the giant minotaur killed twelve of its subordinates in a row, it finally I got a satisfying reply from the mysterious existence.

"Tomorrow... I will fight the white wolf knight... to the death." The Beastmaster raised his huge battle ax, pointed it high at the sky, and roared suddenly: "Blood sacrifice to the blood god! Skull sacrifice to the skull!!!"

"Blood Sacrifice Blood God! Skull Sacrifice Skull Block!!!"