The more Aiken listened, the colder his hands and feet became, and he asked the old hunter in a trembling voice, "How many of them are there?"

"Three hundred in red, a hundred in black, and one leader. ”

"Three hundred red-clothed guards, one hundred acolytes...... Boss, he ...... "Aiken took a breath.

The soldiers guarding the hut clenched their fists, and the old hunter struggled to get up from his bed and take the knife over the wall to kill himself.

Aiken snatched the knife, threw it on the ground, and muttered, "I don't blame you, I don't blame you. ”

He walked out the door, his eyes red and dripping blood.

Bai Ze and the contractor also quickly followed, and their hearts were a little heavy.

The sky was overcast, and gradually the wind blew, and dark clouds began to cover the sky.

Aiken walked back to the improvised camp with red eyes, knowing full well that they couldn't wait any longer.

"All...... Assemble! Return to Celtic!"

The crowd was in an uproar, and Tyr shouted, "We have to wait!"

Aiken clenched his hands and shouted, "Boss, you can't come back!"

"Listen to my orders and withdraw the Celts!"

Tyr's eyes widened instantly, and he immediately ran to Aiken's front and looked at Aiken's red eyes deadly: "What do you mean by that?"

"Boss...... Taken away by the one-way teleportation magic technique, there are hundreds of acolytes and red-clothed guards in ambush...... If we are still waiting here, we will be hit too!"

The atmosphere in the camp became heavy in an instant, and Bai Ze and them were almost all living and dying together, so they would not suspect Aiken of lying at all.

"How...... Probably ......"

"Let's go! Time is precious!" Aiken wiped his red eyes and ordered in a loud voice: "Assemble everyone!

No one had any objections this time.

Everyone silently began to pack their things, bandage their wounds, collect the bodies and nameplates of their comrades, and take them home.

"Vice, where's Horner, the old hunter?"

Aiken closed his eyes and said slowly, "Take him, he is...... Innocent. ”

The sky was darker, the dark sky was raining, and what was even more strange was that there was fog in the rain, and Aiken was vigilant and cautiously observed his surroundings.

It was still the valley trail, and the silent soldiers marched in turn, through the path, through the muddy dirt, and then through the thorns, and in the fog, there was a faint sound of footsteps.

"Stop! Prepare for battle!"

Aiken immediately drew his sword and stared at the front.

This strange fog mixed with wind and rain almost limited people's vision to a few meters in front of them, but Aiken and the people in front of him couldn't help but open their mouths.

A tall figure was holding a small figure, holding one in his hand, and behind him were a dozen or so small people.

"Boss!"

"It's the boss!"

"The boss is not dead!"

As Aiken's voice sounded almost ecstatic, the team exploded directly, and a group of people swarmed up and pounced on Werther.

"you, you stinky boys, you dare to rub dirty things on me!

Wirther had to let go of the child and stop his teammates.

The children on the ground were all red-eyed, but when they saw the old hunter Horner carried by Bai Ze in the crowd, they immediately cried and pounced.

"Grandpa Horner!"

"Grandpa Horner!"

And in front of Werther.

Aiken's voice was full of tears: "Boss, it's good that you're not dead!"

"How could I die!" Wilt grinned, and Aiken saw the shocking wounds all over his body.

"Boss, you're ......"

"Of course, there is a price to pay for the fight, but none of those people ran away, haha. Werther grinned, his teeth shining.

Aiken didn't know whether it was rain or tears on his face, and he smirked, and then he couldn't help crying: "We have eight brothers dead......"

"Eight ......" Werther looked gloomy, let out a long sigh, patted Aiken on the shoulder, and shouted to everyone, "Let's go, let's go home first." ”

"Go home-" Tyre clenched the nameplate in his hand and slapped Aiken fiercely: "Aiken, you stinky will cry your nose, no wonder you can only be an adjutant for the head forever, and serve documents!"

"Phew, you're crying!"

"It's rain!

"Phew!"

Listening to the quarrel, Wilt's face turned clear again, and he laughed: "It's not too late to go back and quarrel again!"

The wind was blowing, the cold rain was freezing, but a trace of warmth was inexplicably welling up in everyone's hearts.

Horner, the old hunter, staggered to let Bai Ze carry him to Wirt.

Wirt turned around, looked at the old man's old face, and lowered his head first: "I'm sorry I couldn't save the village chief." ”

"No, no, no, Lord Wirt...... It's really good that you're okay. With tears on his face, the old hunter said, "We are very grateful to have rescued the children, and we deserve it...... We're damned!"

"No, no, no, old man, you stabilize your emotions, this has nothing to do with you. ”

"I ...... It's so nice to see you're okay now. The old hunter raised his hand tremblingly, wiped his tears, and said, "Those children, I'm afraid I won't be able to continue to take care of them in the future, I hope Celtic can ......"

"It is Celt's duty to take care of all the children, and you don't say such a thing as a lonely—" Wilt spoke in a hurry, tugging at the wound again, and then took a "hiss" breath before continuing: "You would be unlucky to do so." ”

"What, auspicious, unlucky ......" the old hunter smiled happily after receiving an affirmative reply, and his eyes began to darken.

Bai Ze suddenly felt the heartbeat of the old man on his back gradually weakening, and suddenly became anxious, and turned his head to see that the old man had closed his eyes.

At this time, his face turned out to be very familiar!

Bai Ze remembered what a certain musician, the bard, and the bearded man had said to him in the Celts—

"My father was a great hunter! he used to give me a barbecue every day, tsk, compared to the steak days now...... It's a pity that he doesn't understand me. ”

"I go back once a month now, and the old man is still very strong, and he tells stories to the children, teaches them how to make traps, and is very happy to see them catch a little rabbit, and he still roasts me, but he is not as young as before. ”

"I vow to get ahead and become an admirable great poet, and then the old man can proudly introduce his son to others, unlike now regretting the loss of his craft, haha, Altai, or let's fulfill this wish together!"

Originally......

"Sir, do you have a son who likes music!

The old man's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and he opened his eyes again, looking at the young man who was carrying him underneath.

"My son Horner...... Haha, he's a good boy to be proud of. ”

He closed his eyes again.

Bai Ze could no longer feel his heartbeat.

The rain gradually stopped, and the wind blew through the wilderness, but Bai Ze felt warm in his eyes.

Wirther patted him on the shoulder and said, "Go home for lunch." ”

Bai Ze straightened up, carried the old man more steadily, turned his head, and saw that almost everyone was carrying a child or a comrade-in-arms on their backs.

Oh, yes.

Take you home.