With the experience of the first two killings, Kester didn't feel too disgusted at the moment, he changed into the armor of a giant soldier, and ran back with blood to wipe his face without caring about whether it fits. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 But just as Kester ran to the entrance of the escape tunnel, he heard the voice of Shera calling for help inside: "Let go of me, you beasts!" Ahh

"Hehe, chief, she's a princess, and she's so young, is that really good?" An obscene voice came.

"What are you afraid of? Wing Clan... It's all going to die... A while... It's also refreshing for you..."

The staccato male voice was mixed with Shira's screams, and something seemed to explode in Kester's heart in an instant: "Bastards, you guys, you all have to die!" ”

Carrying the two-handed axe of the giant warrior, Kester rushed in, and the two pawns who were watching the excitement on the side were directly cut in half before they could react, and the remaining dwarven warrior who sounded like a head was lying naked on Shera's body, and when he grabbed his weapon and was about to fight back, Kester's big axe had already cut off his head.

"You... Don't come here—" The rest of the warrior was so frightened that he crawled towards the exit, but how could a furious Kester let him go? The two-handed axe caught up from the dwarven warrior's back, splitting him in half from head to toe.

Solved by the trouble, Kester rushed to Shera, who was defenseless at the moment, her snow-white skin was wounded almost everywhere, her eyes were sobbing blankly, and blood was sliding down the corners of her mouth.

"Sheila... I'm sorry I'm late," Kester knelt down in frustration.

Sheila didn't speak, just mechanically shrank back into the corner of the wall behind her, the blood on the corner of her mouth looking even redder.

"Sheila, it's me..."Kester tried to get closer to her, "Sheila? Shela! ”

Sheila coughed up a mouthful of blood, and Kester realized that Sheila's breath was very chaotic. The tip of her tongue had been bitten off, and a large amount of blood mixed with chaotic magic had choked into her airways. The furious fire elemental had already burned her fragile lungs to the ground, and even the rebirth of the Winged King Raphael could not save her.

"Why? Why is this happening? Feeling the gradually cold body of Sheila in his arms, Kester's desperate roar echoed in the passage, "I've tried my best, why can't I change all this..."

"Because you're too weak, even if you know all this? You still have to watch it happen and can't do anything about it. An ethereal voice rang in Kester's ears.

"Weak," Kester muttered, looking at his hands.

"It's because you're too weak that you can't save your father, your brother, or Shera..."The ethereal voice continued, "Cruelty is not a sin, weakness is, and a person as weak as you is not worthy of living in the world at all, only worthy of dying in despair!" ”

"No, but I can't die yet, I have to avenge them... I haven't killed Solomon and them with my own hands, and I can't die yet! ”

"Okay, I'll give you a chance to get revenge right now." The snow in her arms turned into a little bit of light and dissipated, and a slender figure appeared in front of Kester.

"Solomon!" Kester's eyes suddenly turned red again, he jumped up like crazy, puffed up all his fighting spirit, and punched Solomon in the face.

"It's all said, you're too weak!" Solomon just stretched out a little finger and tapped it lightly on Kester's fist.

A strong force came from Solomon's little thumb, and Kester was directly knocked out.

"I don't believe it!" Kester was about to pounce on him again when a kick from Solomon had already kicked him in the stomach, sending him several steps back again. This kick was so hard that Rao is Kester had already protected his heart with his fighting spirit, and he still felt a surge in his internal organs.

"A weak man like you still wants revenge?" Solomon's face was full of contempt, "Let's die of this heart." ”

"Looks like I'm really... It's too weak..."Kneeling on the ground with his hands on the ground and looking at Solomon approaching him step by step, despair surged into Kester's heart, "Maybe there is really no chance of revenge in this life..."

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Time goes back to a day ago...

The oasis in the middle of the night was eerie, and in order to prevent unnecessary trouble, there was not even a bonfire lit in the makeshift camp, only a lone figure in leather armor and a single knife sitting alone on the El tree in the middle of the camp.

Character introduction: Jane, Terran, fifth-order water warrior, member of the Shadow Mercenary Group, taciturn.

The sound of "squirming" was heard, and the figure in the tree looked alertly towards the place where the sound had come from, and a girl stepped out of the camp lightly.

"What's wrong?" Jane, who was keeping vigil, jumped from a three-meter-high treetop.

"I'm scared to death, Brother Jane, it's easy for me to get up," He Ling'er was startled, her voice was a little frightened, "But it's really dark." ”

"It's safe here with my vigil." Jane smiled at He Ling'er and jumped on another El tree to hide.

With Jane's comfort, He Ling'er felt a little calm, and she shrank behind the cactus next to the camp, and blocked her figure with the tall cactus.

"It's so cold, it's so dark, let's hurry up and go back to the tent..."He Ling'er thought tremblingly, "It's really scary here." ”

"Isn't it cold?" A breath of cold air blew in He Ling'er's ears, and a sound that made her have nightmares made her scream in fright.

"Or... Do you think it's particularly dark? The mad voice continued, "It's a pity... I love dark and cold places..."

"You... Aren't you in the hand of darkness?" He Ling'er giggled and turned her head, and when she saw someone coming, she sat down on the ground in fright.

A corpse-like face looked at her playfully: "At the beginning, I said that it was right to let you go, but I suddenly found that I was missing a toy, so I reluctantly accepted you." ”

"Don't... Don't come here..."The chill rushed straight up He Ling'er's back, and she kicked her feet and rubbed her ass against the sand and retreated until her back was against the huge cactus.

The dry corpse didn't seem to intend to let her go, he walked up to He Ling'er with stiff steps and squatted down, and picked He Ling'er's chin with his dry hand: "It seems that my little toy is quite scared... But what to do... I just love seeing the fear of others! ”

"You... What do you want..."He Ling'er stammered.

"How? Come with me to my grave and have fun! Hahaha! With a wave of his hand, the corpse completely darkened.

"Ahh An incomparable fear enveloped He Ling'er.