El Wei knelt on the ground, looked at the crossbow bolt on the white fox's leg that ran through the artery, and covered his mouth in surprise. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The special spiral crossbow arrow tore a huge hole in the white fox's leg, and the blood continued to flow down the crossbow arrow, and at the same time, the white fox's vitality was also lost. Tears blurred her eyes, this white fox who had followed her for many years, faithfully protecting the Lord, did not know how long she had been running with her in the case of an arrow.

Eventually, he lost so much blood that he couldn't hold on anymore.

Elwei stretched out his small hand and stroked the white fox's already dull fur. The tears kept falling, like a pearl with a broken thread, refracting this golden brilliance in the setting sun.

The white fox seemed to feel the sadness of his master, his closed eyes opened slightly, stretched out his tongue, which was already slightly pale, and gently licked the hostess's trembling little hands. Then his head tilted and he lost his life.

Erwei couldn't hold back any longer, and crawled on the white fox and cried.

At this moment, she is on the verge of collapse. From the very beginning, the slave catchers suddenly attacked, and the more than 200 loyal guards who followed her left and right died one by one on the crossbow arrows and magic of humans in order to cover her escape. But there was nothing she could do, so she could only frantically drive the sitting white fox and flee quickly, so that the death of the loyal guard would be worthless.

And at this moment, even the white fox companion who was sitting down died.

"Dead...... All dead...... Woohoo......"

Snow-white moon sacrifice robes were scattered on the ground like a blooming lily, accompanied by the cry of the maiden, paying tribute to the dead people.

Knock knock knock! ……

The thunderous sound of horses' hooves came from afar, striking at her heart like a hammer.

She looked up, her tear-blurry eyes looking ahead.

Black leather armor, black mask, black Gorda horse. Everything was black except for the long sword in their hand.

How could a blood-stained sword be black?

The black brown fur of the Gordar horse burned and jumped like a flame, and as it ran at high speed, it was like a death knight rushing out of hell, with an icy aura of death.

El curled up slightly, she understood the loss of the white fox. No matter how much she runs, she can't outrun a four-legged horse.

and was caught by the human slave catcher.

Her face was pale, and her trembling little hand sank into her bosom and grasped the delicate dagger. Rather than being caught as a commodity, sold to those human sordid aristocrats, they were mixed alive. It's better to end up with the joy of self-ending.

With the sound of iron hooves, six black knights had already come to the front and dispersed to form an encirclement.

Then they stopped in unison and dismounted.

The tall knight at the head took a step forward and carefully looked at Elwei, who was kneeling on the ground in front of him, crying profusely. The latter stared at him angrily.

"There is no doubt that the sacrifice of the moon is ...... Tsk, it's really worthy of the sacrifice of the moon, a little more beautiful than Princess Ailian. ”

At this moment, the girl cried with red eyes and cried her little face, but it was still difficult to hide her stunning beauty. and that noble and sacred, undesecrated temperament.

"But...... It's a pity~"

Somehow, the knight of the slave catcher in front of him felt sorry for the beauty of his prey, not the joy of the harvest.

The knight looked behind Elwei, but his brow suddenly furrowed under the black mask that he couldn't see.

Because he saw that at this moment, behind Erwei, next to the dead white fox, there was still a person standing! He hadn't noticed it at all.

It was a fox boy, wearing ordinary white and plain clothes that the fox clan's subordinates often wear, and his hands were stacked in front of him in a regular manner. The long silver hair in a parted style is carefully combed behind the head, leaving only two strands of hair to blow on the sides, revealing a smooth forehead. On the delicate facial features, the slightly narrow eyes add a bit of bewitchment, and there is not a trace of emotional fluctuations in the golden pupils.

The boy presented a neutral beauty, and if it weren't for his flat chest, the knight wouldn't even be able to tell whether he was a man or a woman. But this kind of neutral beauty has a strong attraction of killing both men and women, and it is no worse than the crying girl in front of her.

"A man from the royal family of the fox clan? …… It's really weird. ”

In this world, strength is respected.

The fox clan is a race rich in sacrifice in the orc alliance. And more than ninety percent of these sacrifices were women. Therefore, despite its development to this day, the fox clan still maintains a matriarchal society, with strong women dominant. And the male of the fox tribe who is weak in physique has too poor qualifications to be sacrificed, and he is not a good material to be a warrior, so his status is low.

As for the men in the fox royal family, their status is only a little higher.

There is no need to work like ordinary fox clans, their task is only to be responsible for passing on the lineage and making political bargaining chips, serving the women of the royal family, just like the existence of subordinates like maids. Men who have nothing to do every day naturally study and dress up. Therefore, it is rumored that the most seductive and bewitching thing about the fox clan is the male of the royal family.

But the knight felt a little unusual. The young man in front of him was a little too calm. It felt like my group didn't exist at all. But what disturbed the knight the most was not this. It's the temperament revealed by the teenager.

Quiet, bland, unwavering, and ...... A sense of vicissitudes, yes, it is vicissitudes, this fox boy who looks like he is only a teenager, actually reveals a sense of vicissitudes that has been experienced by the world, which makes people wonder through.

At this moment, although he stood there, he seemed to be like a ghost, illusory and ethereal.

As if there was nothing there at all.

How can the average person have this kind of temperament? Years of licking blood on the blade, and the intuition cultivated in the sea of corpses and blood told the knight that the young man in front of him was not as simple as he seemed. Don't despise the other because of their humble status.

Otherwise, it is demonic.

The young man's golden pupils kept looking at the knight's black mask, and did not leave the slightest.

As for the knight, although he was wearing a black mask, he felt an increasing pressure when he looked at the young man's eyes.

The weight weighed on his heart, making it difficult for him to breathe.

Finally, the knight couldn't help it anymore and stretched out his finger to keep the boy. Then he hooked his fingers, his voice was a little hoarse, and said in a commanding tone:

"You, come here."

But the boy was unmoved, as if he had not heard what he had said. The golden eyes were still staring at the knight who was taking the lead. The latter was a little hairy when he was stared at, and he suddenly became angry, his voice raised a few points, and he almost roared:

"You! Come here! ”

The surrounding knights raised their long swords one after another, and uncoagulated blood flowed along the blade.

The boy blinked, and finally spoke.

"You people, you're so annoying. I just want to live a quiet life, can't I be clean for a while......"

The voice was as flat as water, full of magnetism, and mixed with a small emotion of complaint. It feels like she's being coquettish, and it's like talking to yourself.

But with the boy's words, the knight who took the lead felt more and more pressure on his heart.

As the boy spoke, he took out a short sword of the length of his forearm from his bosom. With a bang, the bronze dagger was drawn. He flipped through the dagger in his hand and shook his head with some dissatisfaction.

"It's really backward technology...... Alas~ It's good to be able to make it like this. ”

The young man lowered the short sword in his hand, looked at the knight in front of him again, and raised his feet. Slow steps, step by step, walked towards him.

The flat, magnetic voice sounded again, this time with a chill that froze into the bone marrow.

"Murder...... It's ...... enough."