Act 96 Fall (1)

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The battle was over long ago. Conrad and the Dark Priest of the Black Fire Cult inspected the battlefield where corpses were scattered. White smoke from the embers curled up from the battlefield, and there were dead people everywhere. The corpses of believers in black robes, demons and mercenaries were still alive in this world less than a moment ago. At this moment, after the blood has cooled down in the body, the skin has turned into a glue-like thing, like a pile of molds. . He took a few steps and turned over the body of a mercenary wearing leather armor. The latter groaned - the demon leader frowned and killed the mercenary with a single sword blow.

Conard raised his head and said impatiently: "No, Grand Duke Luen's only heir is not here. That guy Macaro -"

"Since you are so familiar with him, why bother to catch up and fight this battle." The Dark Priest replied in a gloomy voice: "We lost a lot of people, all caused by the tall man next to Macaro."

"If you don't put in the money, how about the rewards?" Conrad raised his head and smiled, licking his lips bloodthirstyly. He pulled out the bloody sword from the corpse, pointed at several of his men not far away and shouted: "Bring up the remaining prisoners."

Several trembling Gray Wolf mercenaries were quickly brought forward. In previous battles, these people had fought like the most heroic warriors. But outside of the battle, the aura called courage was taken away, and they found themselves powerless to resist. Especially after seeing their companions being eaten alive and bloody by demons, they realized that their own power could not control their destiny at all. .

Understanding this, the fear of unknown encounters seized their hearts.

Among the five people was the white-haired young man whom Brando was familiar with. He looked at his companion who was scared and pale with disdain. He stayed here to cover the escape of Yula and others, so it was expected that he would be caught. He raised his head and saw the guy named Conrad - they thought he was just the leader of the Card Mercenary Group, their mortal enemy - but they didn't expect that the guy named Brando was right. , not only do they collude with the Black Fire Cultists, but they are also the minions and lackeys of the Tree Shepherd.

The guy named Conrad is about the same age as Brando. His teeth were itching when he thought of that guy. No one except his father had dared to teach him that way since he was a child. This was simply a shame and made him gnash his teeth. At this moment, Reddy already regarded the guy in front of him and Brando as the same kind of people, both of whom were so hateful. He looked at each other with the most contemptuous eyes, trying to arouse the other party's anger.

"As long as he comes to trouble me, I can humiliate him, so that those incompetent guys can see the courage that a gray wolf mercenary should have."

He had such a calculation in mind, but he didn't expect that when Conrad saw his eyes, he was slightly startled, and then just smiled. He looked away and fell on another mercenary.

"underestimate me?"

Reddy was furious and struggled towards him. However, his shoulders were held tightly by the dark mercenary, and he couldn't move at all. It was impossible to curse, because there was something tied around his mouth, so he could only make a whining sound. He saw Conrad walking up to a mercenary on the far right and whispering something to the mercenary. The mercenary was stunned for a moment, then shook his head with difficulty.

He originally thought that Conrad should at least torture him, but he didn't expect that the demon just shook his head, and then his companion was dragged away. Reddy couldn't see what was behind him, but he could tell from the mercenary's shrill scream that it was definitely not a good place to go. Then he heard a spluttering sound, as if bones were being pulled away from flesh and blood. The sound made by the internal organs sliding out of the body - a scream that gradually lost strength, then turned into a wail, and finally turned into a cracking, hoarse sound - was followed by a low roar.

The sound finally disappeared, but the few remaining mercenaries couldn't help but trembled in unison.

Then Conard walked to the next mercenary,

He opened his mouth and asked something. The mercenary was so frightened that he knelt on the ground and couldn't say a word. The young mercenary leader shook his head with regret, stood up, looked at the mercenary who kept retreating, pierced the opponent's eye socket with his sword, and then kicked him out.

He clapped his hands and asked his men to drag the body away.

There are three mercenaries left, including Reddy.

The white-haired young man saw that his two companions were so frightened that they were almost unconscious. It seemed that they only remembered that they only came to this line of work to earn a living. The pride built up by the regiment's glorious achievements collapsed at this moment. They were trembling, their faces were pale, and they realized that they just wanted to live.

Reddy looked at his comrades who were extremely proud in the past and could talk and laugh with ease even in the face of life and death dangers, but now behaved with fear and courage. He couldn't help but curse these unsatisfactory guys in his heart, but he was also scolding Conard. "Someone is coming to me, you bastard -" He was speechless. These voices could only come from his heart. Reddy had never wanted to express himself so much at this moment. Isn't it just a matter of death? He wanted to let himself Take a look at these companions who are completely controlled by fear. Death has nothing to fear.

The most shameful thing is to surrender to the enemy.

But Conrad didn't seem to hear him. He just took the mercenaries away one by one. It seemed that this guy didn't want to get any information at all. He didn't even ask any more questions. Even if the last mercenary knelt down and begged for mercy, vowed to join them, and was willing to tell everything he knew, his result was just being dragged down.

Soon Reddy was the only one left.

Conard stopped in front of him——

The white-haired young man didn't react at first, but subconsciously pounced on him like a mad dog. But he was immediately hit hard on the chest, and he was kicked back and rolled around a few times like a lost dog. Then he got up in disgrace and came to his senses - he was the only one left here. After realizing this, his heart sank uncontrollably. No one could 'appreciate' his bravery anymore? To whom does he show himself? Enemy?

But looking at the indifferent Conrad, and the dark priest next to him who also had an unclear expression, it was obvious that they would not appreciate him for his heroic deeds. A biting coldness enveloped his whole body, and Reddy suddenly shivered. He thought of a question, would he die here without any explanation, and end up with those unsightly guys?

But how is that possible? He is Reddy, the best young man in the group besides Eco. If he died here, like those cold corpses, who would know that he had been heroic?

No, he couldn't die so incompetently.

But there is no one here who can record all this. How he hopes that there is still one of his own hidden in the forest. Or maybe there are still people on the battlefield pretending to be dead. So that he could record the scene of his generous sacrifice before his death. Reddy subconsciously told himself that he was not afraid of death. Death was nothing. He just didn't want to die like those meaningless guys. But he knew that all this was destined to be a luxury hope. In front of the Black Fire Cultists, no one in the group except the leader and Buga could hide in this forest.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel entangled in his heart. Hesitating between death and a more meaningful death, his face changes.

Conard looked at the young man coldly, without saying a word, and then he pulled out the dagger from the Dark Priest's waist with a clank - Reddy suddenly shuddered and finally realized the meaning of death. approaching. But he didn't expect that Conrad wouldn't ask a word. He was a bastard. He was a descendant of the Destined clan, the knight Marco, and the descendant of Eruin's long-standing noble family. He struggled, but immediately felt the cold edge of the dagger on his neck.

No, he doesn't want to die.

At the last moment, Reddy's heart finally showed a look of despair, and the will to fight naturally disappeared from his eyes. All these changes could not escape the eyes of the young regiment leader. Conrad immediately took back the young man's mask and asked: "Do you want to die?"

Reddy opened his mouth, wanting to say a few harsh words, but he found that he was trembling and couldn't say a word. In the end, he could only nod silently - but he suddenly reacted and quickly shook his head. Then he felt his face getting hot, not because of his weakness, but because he was so frightened that he couldn't even hear the other person's words clearly.

What a shame.

"Then let me ask you a question." Conard straightened up and looked at the young man condescendingly: "The other group of people who are traveling with you, how many people are there in total, and in what direction are they going."

Reddy was stunned. If this devil asked him to reveal some core information about the Gray Wolf Mercenary Group, he thought he might not be able to forgive him for a while. But since they mentioned that group of people, they had the same hatred and hatred. For a moment, the white-haired young man subconsciously drew closer to the other party, and vaguely regarded these people as a group. He believes that this is not a surrender, but at most it is cooperation between everyone.

How dare that guy teach him a lesson.

He thought through gritted teeth.

"They left before you attacked. There were fifteen people in total. The leader was a young man, about the same age as you, the leader. There were two women with him. He had twelve guards..." Lei Di paused and said, "They seem to be at least silver-strength. I found out about this by eavesdropping on the conversation between the group leader and Lord Buga."

He said everything in detail, without even needing Conrad's reminder, and betrayed Brando in an orderly manner. If Brando were here, he would probably laugh out of anger. He just punched this guy. In comparison, Conrad kicked him like a dog. This guy would It seems that the child automatically forgot to clean up.

Conrad and the dark priest next to him looked at each other.

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