"Bell ——!"

With the screeching sound of metal, the Azorean long knife was picked open by the tip of the "Dragon's Tooth", and the "Shadow Blade" was torn apart between the gray-blue sword.

Almost at the same time, the "Shadow Mind" behind Middell disintegrated, and the sky collapsed like the earth, turning into an abyss.

"It seems that the victory or defeat between you and me can also affect the victory or defeat between each other's moods. Middlel smiled uninhibitedly, not caring about the heavily injured waist and abdomen, and with a flip of his wrist, the blade accurately flicked the stabbed "dragon teeth" open, and two "afterimages" approached the black-haired wizard's face:

"Don't you think there's a hint of drama in the duel between samurai and wizards?"

"I don't think so, and I'm not interested. Dodging the afterimage of the attack, Loren gritted his teeth and stabbed obliquely: "You better protect your life first, it's better not to be stabbed to death by me with a shot!"

The long knife and the spear were wrenched together, and for a moment there was a stalemate.

"It should be said that it is an honor to die at the hands of a noble person like you. At the moment of stalemate, Middle, who was holding the hilt of the knife with both hands, leaned forward slightly, chuckled and looked at Loren with four eyes:

"What's more, being able to die in the picturesque Foggy Moon Court should be regarded as a relief in a sense. ”

"It's a pity that I have to fight against fate on my mission, and even if I drag this rancid skin, even if I want to use such despicable and shameless means, I must continue to fight... It's really sad to live such an ugly life. ”

The smiling Midl suddenly let go of the hilt of the knife in his hand, and the long knife that stopped the tip of the gun flipped and fell.

The stunned black-haired wizard's eyes widened, but it was too late... The body of the gun in his hand had already come out with inertia, and stabbed straight into the right shoulder of the Azorean elf.

"Poof——!

Gray-blue swords erupted at the tip of the spear, easily tearing apart the robe as thin as a cicada's wings, tearing flesh apart, vaporizing plasma, smashing bones, and blowing joints to pieces......

The severed right arm, with a robe, danced in the air.

Oops!

As the "Dragon's Tooth" came out, fear poured into Loren's heart—for he had seen Middle, whose right arm had been cut off, stepping forward, and his left hand was already holding the fallen long knife.

"That's it, Lord Loren Turin... Life and death are fate!"

Loren's pupils began to shrink.

Approaching, Middlel slashed forward with the long knife in his hand.

It's too late......

The black-haired wizard, whose whole body was suppressed forward, could only desperately dodge his neck in the direction of the tip of the knife.

As much as he could, the tip of the long knife in his left hand slashed across the edge of the right side of his neck, leaving only a faint mark.

Fortunately, at least I dodged the fatal blow and didn't hurt the vital point, so I just need to ......

"Poof——!!!!

Scarlet plasma, gushing out from the right side of the neck!

The black-haired wizard's eyes widened, and his eyes darkened as if he couldn't believe it.

The corners of Middel's mouth were hooked, and a hint of hideousness flashed.

The last of the last... Or did you win by such a despicable means?

Because of the blind spot in his line of sight, Loren Turin could not see the shadow hidden directly below the blade, which was only an inch longer than the tip of the blade......

The length of one inch is sufficient.

"Bell ——!"

The "dragon's teeth" that escaped fell to the ground after being in the air for a while.

The black-haired wizard who fell to his knees fell to the ground with a "poof!", the right side of his neck was still gushing bright red liquid like a fountain, his convulsive body struggled on the ground, and raised his trembling right hand, trying to pick up the dragon teeth that had fallen on the ground again......

The palm that fell rapidly stopped at a position of only a few inches.

A few inches away is the distance between life and death.

Middle, who had only one arm, fell silently on one knee, gasping for breath.

His eyes were dazed, sweating profusely, his chest heaving violently, his back to the body of the black-haired wizard.

Won... Finally won......

Despicable means, despicable practices... Anyway, I won.

With this remnant body, he lived up to the trust of His Majesty the Eagle King, and let the blood relatives of the ancient wood forest and the Azores reunite and be united.

I did it, I hibernated for two years, crossed the sea, and endured countless hardships... I did it myself.

With a long sigh, the relaxed Midl sat on his knees, squinted his eyes leisurely and curled the corners of his mouth, put the long knife across his lap, and gradually calmed down his breathing.

With a leisurely expression, all kinds of reveries continue to appear in my mind.

It's not a great feat, but... At least it will make His Majesty's plans for the future smoother, and it will make the killing and destruction a little less, right?

It can also make this pure land, this country... Leave one or two more bustling and beautiful corners, right?

The ice and snow of the Broken Mountain, the Heavenly Dome Palace of Golovin, the Gem River, the Great Grass Sea of Boi, the Midsummer of the Red Blood Castle...... I've heard about it in the past two years, and I really want to see it one day.

Someday......

Raising his eyebrows slightly, Middell suddenly felt a cold killing intent hit his heart.

Well?

The smile gradually faded, and Middle, who lowered his head, was stunned at first, and then suddenly realized.

"I see......"

So that's what happened.

"Poof——!

The "dragon teeth" gushing with gray-blue sword light burst out of the middle of the heart!

Middel's body shook violently, and a trail of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth that was slightly raised.

The black-haired wizard, who was supposed to "bleed to death", was now half-lying on the ground, and the "dragon teeth" sandwiched under his armpit pierced out with his right hand, piercing the body of the Azorean elf from behind.

The original scar on the neck has disappeared without a trace.

High-level spells, death at this moment.

In order to use this spell, Loren also had to open the valve, and even the "state of mind" with Midl collapsed, completely occupied by his dream world.

The gushing blood had completely stained Middel's robe, dripping with "droplets".

“... Lord Loren Turin, you actually saw it, didn't you?" asked Middel, who was bleeding from his mouth, in a slight voice.

The black-haired wizard didn't answer, it was a tacit acquiescence.

"So you deliberately didn't dodge and used your own death to confuse me?" The gentle Middell chuckled, with a hint of helplessness in his smile: "It's not the first time that such a dangerous gamble depends on your natural degree... Am I right?"

"It won't be the last one either. Loren said coldly.

It's really just a little bit off.

If the shadow blade was a little longer enough to cut through the trachea, the neck bone, and all the tendons in the neck, he really wouldn't even have time to use "Die Now".

After all, Loren is not a knight of oaths, not as defiant as he is - falling into the abyss, being torn alive into meat sauce, can run back like nothing.

"Poof——!

With a strong twist, the black-haired wizard very roughly pulled the "dragon teeth" out of Middel's chest.

Uncontrollable blood spurted from the wound as it mixed with shattered bones and destroyed organs.

"Ahh——!!!!h

The bloodless but sweaty Azorean elves used their willpower to hold back the screams that burst from the breach, and their remaining left hand rested on the ground, trembling in the inhuman pain.

"Unheard-of magic, amazing planning, careful and meticulous ......" Middle, whose eyes widened and breathed heavily, did not change his face even if his mouth was bleeding and cold sweat was like rain:

"And this... The courage to risk your life - Your Excellency Loren Turin, you have really given you so many surprises, it is really worth the trip!"

"Really?"

Slowly getting up, the black-haired wizard who took a deep breath carried the "dragon teeth" on his shoulder, and stood in front of Middel, who was kneeling on the ground with a cold face: "In return, should you also give me a little 'surprise' or something?"

"That ......" raised his head tremblingly, and the Azorean elf with a slightly distorted expression still smiled: "It depends on what you want to know." ”

"I want to know a lot. Half-crouching down, Loren squinted his eyes slightly and looked at Middel, who was gasping for breath: "For example... What is the real purpose of your visit to the Oldwood Forest - well, I guessed that, but there are others. ”

"Why did the Eagle King send you to the Ancient Wood Forest, and how did you lurk inside the Empire?"

"Why do the Azorean elves want to destroy the Empire's ocean-going fleet, and what is your real purpose?"

"Why are you targeting the Empire, and what can the Kingdom of the Azores gain from a sea of mist?"

"You said that you came to the Empire a long time ago, how did you avoid the eyes of the Empire?and, besides you, who else lurked in the Empire, how many?If you were the first batch, what was the purpose of the Azorean ship that arrived in the Empire half a year ago......"

Middel raised the corners of his mouth and smiled.

"Your question... A lot. The Azorean elf gasped, the light in his pupils getting dimmed: "But it's a pity... I... None of them can answer you. ”

Loren relented: "It's okay, I can probably already guess some of them, just tell me what you can answer me." ”

"I can answer... Well, let's say... The Midsummer Night of the Kingdom of the Azores also has a custom similar to the Imperial Summer Festival. ”

“...... Are you so eager to live rather than die?"

"Where, where... Ahem, ahem... Your Excellency, you don't want my broken body to continue to exist. Midl smiled, his face growing paler and colder:

"Because as long as I live, I will do everything possible to work hard for the great cause of His Majesty the Eagle King, even if I can drag one or two of your relatives and friends around, and I will not hesitate to die as your powerful ministers... cough cough cough cough ......"

"Anyone can say cruel things, but it's not necessarily whether they can do it. ”

"Well said... Then you will do your best to live up to your expectations... cough cough cough ......"

Loren pursed his lips, his expression awkward to the extreme.

Tough... It's tough.

This is a guy who doesn't eat hard and soft by standard, and usually a shot is the best option, but... The information on him made Loren not so willing to kill him.

"For the sake of our friends, let me give you a piece of advice......" Middlel met Loren's eyes gently, "If you have made up your mind, don't hesitate any longer." ”

"Those who hold power should learn not how to maximize the use of power in their hands, but to give up decisively when necessary and restrain their desire for power!"

The black-haired wizard's expression darkened slightly.

Middle... He was begging for death.

The moment he stabbed the shot, it was obvious that he had noticed it, but Middell didn't have the slightest idea of dodging, and was unsuspectingly shot through the chamber by himself.

The reason is also very simple - losing an arm and being so seriously injured, even if he can dodge, he is definitely not Loren's opponent, and the only option is to retreat temporarily, but this is tantamount to giving up the Ancient Wood Forest to himself, all the plans and arrangements have failed, and the idea of recruiting the Ancient Wood Forest Elves has come to naught.

If it were Loren himself, he would probably choose to retreat without hesitation, looking for an opportunity to make a comeback, or start a new plan, and running away was never a "no" option for him.

Of course, even if he chooses to retreat, Loren has a way to stop and intercept him - the core of the "Shadow Sword" is the shadow, and as long as he can open the "Dream" at the moment he escapes, he can completely abolish Middel's "Shadow Sword", and then whether to capture him alive or kill him with a sword, the choice is still in Loren's hands.

But for Middell, the fact that he escaped might be more humiliating than "failure", right?

"The heart of a warrior should be as pure as the moon, and the life of a warrior should be as splendid and chic as a red maple. Middel, who saw the black-haired wizard's thoughts, smiled slightly:

"It is better to die a glorious death than to steal a life. ”

Loren sighed.

Standing up again, aiming the tip of the Dragon's Tooth at Middel's neck, the Azorean elf smiled and struggled to straighten up, raising his head so that Loren could easily aim.

There is no fear, no nervousness, it is naturally like saying goodbye to an old friend before leaving, only a trace of regret in his eyes.

"Any last words?" the black-haired wizard asked, "I don't know if the Azorean elves have this custom, but we do." ”

"Last words... Do you want to entrust the aftermath or repent? In the next life, there is nothing to regret. Midl shook his head calmly: "If it is a request, there is indeed something to remind you. ”

Say. ”

"Not much, just one sentence. Middell whispered, his vision darkening, "Be careful... Beware of the sword that is going to kill you. ”

Well?

What do you mean?

"That's all I have to say, I can't say anything else—believe it or not, that's all. The Azorean elf closed his eyes and pursed the corners of his mouth slightly: "Forgive me my farewell, Lord Loren Turin." ”

Loren, who was expressionless, silently lifted the dragon's teeth slightly.

A relieved smile appeared on Middel's face.

I really want to... Look at the midsummer moon of the Misty Moon Court again.

"Poof——!

Plasma gushing.

The tip of the gun pierced the throat.