"Twenty-eight years ago, when I saw you on the side of the road outside Tobora, you were crying and munching on a piece of moldy relief black bread next to a shallow buried corpse. www.biquge.info I asked you what was going on, and you said that your brother was killed in a fight with someone to give you this piece of bread. I was really touched by the fact that in the famine era, when there was a lot of fraud and robbery between people, I was really touched by such a touching brotherhood, so after I knew that you were a child of the Northern Legion, I asked you to join our family's hired guards, even if you looked no more than thirty or forty pounds at that time, but a little better than skin and bones, maybe not even a goblin could beat ......"

The middle-aged man of the Shenzhou ethnic group had put the wooden mask on his head again, and behind the hollowness of his eyes, a pair of eyes looked carefully and carefully at the garrison commander who weighed at least one hundred and fifty pounds in front of him, as if trying to connect it with the young man who weighed only thirty pounds many years ago in his impression, his voice was calm and with the unique longness of memory, as if he was really just retelling a memory that he was about to forget.

“...... At that time, my father and I were waiting for your good news, after all, although the price was a little lower, and even lost money, it would be a far-reaching good thing for our family and the entire Western ethnic group to be able to establish a relationship with the Northern Legion and establish real business contacts. But I didn't expect you to bring back a whole team of regular troops, it turns out that you don't even want to pay that little bit of money that makes us lose money, and you don't think about long-term interests at all, you just want to swallow all our goods in one go... It's almost stupid to be greedy. ”

"It's a pity, no matter how stupid it is, regular soldiers are still soldiers after all, and you still have more than a dozen golems and a few battle mages, and our own escorts and hired mercenaries are vulnerable to such an adversary. I can still vividly remember my father being struck by a stone ball thrown by a golem throwing and falling apart, and the blood pouring on my face was pouring on my face, and I can still feel the temperature, and the touch seems to continue to this day...... I was lucky enough to wake up after lying in a pile of dead people all day. It took three days, a little dry food and water, to get back to the nearest shelter, and then two months to recover. It's just that when I returned to Osstar City to tell the others what happened, and was about to take revenge on you, I heard that you had been re-incorporated into the Northern Legion and became a squad leader because of a meritorious service in suppressing bandits. ”

“... Whatever the reason, a group of Westerners trying to survive between various forces are incapable of taking revenge on a full-fledged officer of the Northern Legion. So from that time on, I thought back to you as a person, your character, your temperament, and why you did that. After repeated recollection, I realized that your brother must have been killed by you, right? Just for that piece of relief black bread mixed with sawdust? But why did you cry when you could have killed him with all your heart? And why did you go to the trouble of burying him? Isn't cutting off his flesh and eating it better than that piece of relief bread?"

The Resident Commander, Mr. James Jr., was unable to answer. He had already been dragged off the golem and thrown on the gravel floor, and the great fear was like an invisible hand clenching his stomach, and he was still trying to vomit out some strange-colored liquid, even though all the bacon drumsticks he had eaten before had vomited cleanly.

All the people of the Northern Legion around have been subdued. In front of hundreds of dwarven warriors, the soldiers who had lost the arcane support of golems and battle mages were no more resistant and combative than a flock of broilers, and the belts and ropes that had just been used to bind the dwarves were all used on their own bodies. Many people trembled with fear, and many begged for mercy, but the dwarves and vengeful cultists next to them did not pay much attention, and some of the dwarves punched and kicked the captives who were crying and begging for mercy too loudly.

The fat aroma in the mouth has long been replaced by the acidity of gastric juice and bile. Although he was as fat as a pig, he was able to climb to his current position, and the head of the resident commander was far smarter than many people. He was very sure that no matter whether he answered or not, how he answered, he would only die. The middle-aged man's question was not an answer at all, it was just a catharsis of decades of grudges, a ritual before revenge.

"Over the years, I have tried every means to improve our family's connections and status, just hoping that one day I can take revenge without caring about the revenge of the Northern Legion. To this end, I did not hesitate to spend ten times and a hundred times the price of all promising young people, including myself, to learn the arcane arts, despite the opposition of others. But unfortunately, even if we show a talent and intelligence that is not inferior to yours, in the eyes of many of you Euros, we are an inferior people like other barbarians, and we can do everything we can to oppress and insult you. You are intriguing with each other, and when you face us, you are all together. How much wealth have you led people to loot over the years, and how many Shenzhou people have been killed by you, do you remember...... Thankfully, those days are short-lived. Just today, the sins and hatreds you have committed, in the name of justice and vengeance, will be paid with your blood and your life. ”

In the sound like chanting prayers and singing verses, the mask on the middle-aged man's face also exuded a burst of the same smell as the mask on the high priest's face, and it seemed to have some resonance and communication with the mask on the high priest's face, and a strange aura that could make people feel miserable, painful, angry, murderous intent, and so on began to spread on it at a glance.

"This sword was given to me by my father for self-defense, and I have always worn it on my body, just waiting to be used to slit your throat and cut out your heart. The man drew an old dagger from his waist and walked towards the commander who was slumped on the ground.

"Wait a minute, he's mine, I said, I'm going to wring the fat off his body piece by piece. The goldstone leader limped over and stared at the commander on the ground with a smirk, his face soaked in metallic blood that looked more like a golem than a living flesh, but far more hideous than any golem.

After being silent for a while, the middle-aged man nodded: "That's a good way, but the last few knives must be made by me." ”

"No problem. The goldstone leader grinned, and a smoky stench came from his silver glittering mouth.

Extreme fear seemed to have broken through a certain boundary in his heart, and the commander on the ground let out a desperate roar and jumped to his feet, the ring in his hand shining with arcane light. The air near the ring twisted slightly, and then spread rapidly along a cone towards the middle-aged man in front of him.

In terms of purely arcane materials and props, the Northern Legion, which has survived from the imperial era to the present, even occupies more than half of the West Coast, and officers above the middle level will have several arcane props for self-defense. This ring contains the three-ring arcane 'concussive impact', which is extremely lethal to living beings, and at such a close distance, even a few strong dwarves will be shocked to the point of spurting blood and half dead. If the target is just a normal person with an ordinary constitution, dozens of strong shocks per second are enough to turn the human body into a skin bag filled with flesh and mud.

But just as the ring on the commander's hand shone brightly, the middle-aged man quickly whispered a few syllables, and an invisible barrier was born around him, and the arcane distorted fluctuations spread to the barrier and dissipated, leaving only a slight aftermath that made the middle-aged man's clothes tremble.

"Look, yes. I've only started halfway through, and the level of arcane that I've learned by scraping together is no worse than the battle mages trained by your Northern Legion's so-called Imperial Orthodox Arcane Tutorial, right?" The middle-aged man spread his hands, and then pronounced two syllables in a very short tone, and after a slight sound of wind, the commander's wrist fell silently. It was another second or two before the blood in the arteries began to spray around, along with the Commander's screams.

"I hate Arcane so much. The muscles on the Golden Stone Leader's face twisted into a hideous expression that seemed to be a smile. "So it's also very pleasant to see these guys who use arcane being slaughtered by the arcane. ”

The middle-aged man stopped talking, made a gesture to hand over to you, and stepped aside. Then the limping leader of the golden stone walked towards the commander with a sinister smile.

Holding the severed hand sprayed with blood, the commander's tears and snot were muddled on his face, crying helplessly like a child, he didn't look at the approaching dwarf in front of him, but just looked at the old knight in the distance and let out a final cry: "Why? Lord Sir, why do you want this?"

The cry was not answered, and Sir Adari sat there like a clay sculpture of wood. Even the other soldiers and officers of the Northern Legion who were tied up did not cry out to the old man for help, in their eyes the old man must have been manipulated by the mage or the cultist in some way, and they did not hear the true meaning of the commander's cry.

Of course the old knight himself heard it. He knew that this seemingly obese, but in fact, shrewd middle-level officer had realized that all this was inseparable from him. This is not surprising, I don't know how many people in the entire Northern Legion want to come to this 'oil and water' mission to get involved, if this is really a good deal to eat fat, who can come in in the end is of course relying on their own operations and the exchange of benefits, and when this is just a very targeted sinister trap, there must be only a very small number of high-level legion leaders who can 'pick' them out to join. At this time, he appeared at the scene very abnormally, and he was still able to commit no offense with the cultists and dwarves, so he simply did not confess his identity as the mastermind behind the scenes.

But so what.

The commander on the gravel in the distance had begun to roll and howl under the hands of the dwarven leader, and the vomiting and crying of the captives came and went, but the old knight's eyes were still indifferent, even a little impatient. After decades of fighting with horses, he has seen too much more than this cruel and bloody scene. If the Northern Legion is a glorious medal that once shined, then these soldiers and officers in front of them are nothing more than rust and stains on the medal, and what they have done over the years is simply to disgrace the Northern Legion and the title of soldier. Every officer, every soldier here has the blood of innocent civilians on his hands, and the survivors or the relatives of the victims are among the cultists. According to the list provided by the Vengeance, he spent his last connections and prestige among the upper echelons of the legion, and mobilized all these scum here to let them take revenge, but it was like rubbing off some stains and rust on that medal, there would be no psychological burden.

And this is just a small step in another, bigger, bigger plan. Having endured the piercing pain in his cervical spine and the feeling of weakness caused by overdraft, the old sir's back was still straight. He knew very well that the overdraft brought by the Arcane Warframe was already lacking in maintenance for him, and his overly aged body was worse, and he had little time left, but he had to hold on. He wasn't just sitting here to see the flames that burned all the stains, the weight on his shoulders didn't make him feel the slightest tired, only a sense of fulfillment and strength that he hadn't felt in a long time.

"Sir Sir, I've seen it all, no problem. Those Westerners should not have the guts and the ability to do this. In the shadows behind the old knight, the female mage of the Revival Society finally finished her preparations, and a faint, but extremely deep arcane fluctuation faded away.

"That's good. The old knight nodded slowly.

"So... I'll leave the rest to you. Your body... Can you still hold on?" the female mage's voice carried deep remorse. If it weren't for her previous misjudgment, Old Sir would never have been so overdrawn.

"Don't worry, I can hold it. The old knight's hand gripped the hilt of the knife in front of him, still strong. Although even he could smell the rotten old man's smell emanating from his body, he believed that he had an important mission to someone

"So...... Then it's up to the Westerners...... A bunch of stupid savages..."The mage looked at the sand in the distance, which was full of blood and sorrow, and then at the high priest standing not far away, and at the wind at his feet, and stepped back a little, hiding deeper into the shadow of the old sir.

In the blood all over the ground, the commander, Mr. James Jr., was no longer human. If I had to talk about the concept of 'body type', he looked a full two circles thinner than before, and the ground around him was full of yellow-white fat and fat ripped from his body. So when the middle-aged man held a short sword and plunged it into his chest, his eyes, which had not completely collapsed, were full of ease and longing. However, the middle-aged man didn't pay much attention to his feelings, and just solemnly sliced open the commander's chest with a sword, and cut off his head with another sword, as he said before.

"You're cutting so fast, I think he'll hold on a little longer. The leader of the golden stone was covered in blood, like a huge mouse that had just come out of a human belly, and he was a little dissatisfied with the middle-aged man's actions, and his small, dark eyes glared at him with a not friendly light.

"Enough is enough. The middle-aged man sighed, and didn't explain what was enough. He picked up the commander's head from the pool of blood with both hands, the face full of fat was one of the few places that was still intact, and the blood that was still flowing from his neck seemed to be attracted by an inexplicable force, and they flew up in mid-air and attached to the middle-aged man's mask, but after a few breaths, the mask was already drenched in blood. And the strange aura that echoed the mask on the high priest's head gradually faded away, but instead of dissipating, it seemed to be coagulated, stabilized, and converged by this layer of blood.

The middle-aged man put the commander's head in a pocket and tied it around his waist, then walked up to the high priest Qiu Duan, took off the mask covered with blood with both hands, held it in his hand, and respectfully sent it: "High priest, my revenge has been avenged." ”

"Yes, I saw it. The High Priest's voice was dull and distant, as if it were coming from the abyss underground. He really kept his eyes on the middle-aged man's actions all the time. He stretched out his hands and took the blood-drenched mask with the same solemnity, the blood on it seemed to be completely attracted by the mask, but it flowed slowly on the mask, and not a drop fell.

"The anger and grievances in the heart can only be soothed by the blood and life of the enemy. If there is no justice in this world, then use my hands and my sword to forge justice. ”

As the High Priest whispered and chanted, the wooden mask in his hand turned into fine powders and fell, and the blood attached to it turned into a red mist that rose upwards towards the mask he was wearing, and finally completely merged into it.

"The anger and grievances in the heart can only be soothed by the blood and life of the enemy. If there is no justice in this world, then use my hands and my sword to forge justice. The middle-aged man repeated the high priest's whisper before turning to leave.

After witnessing the fate of their commander, the spirits of the captives were basically broken, wailing, crying, scolding, and laughter after madness were intertwined, coupled with the pungent smell of blood and the stench of many captives after incontinence, this post-war ruin seemed to be really a huge and strange cult altar, quietly waiting to devour more flesh and life.

The middle-aged man who returned to the ranks of the Vengeance Cultists had a calm face. He was clearly not an ordinary cultist, but a leading figure second only to the high priest, and under his command, there were soon avengers to sort out their enemies among the captives, and then pull them out and throw them on the gravel floor where the commander had been beheaded.

Some of the surrounding dwarves went around searching for booty, while others took out ale and sat on the floor and drank it, shouting and laughing at the captives of the Northern Legion, mostly in a lively posture. The three dwarven leaders led by the Raging Wind Clan found the bloodied Jinshi Chieftain and began to discuss some details that seemed to be about the distribution of the spoils, and from time to time there were quarrels.

In the midst of the hustle and bustle, only the high priest stood silently in place, as if he were a statue of a god standing on the top of a mountain, overlooking the surrounding beings.

"That's the prayer and the ritual you set?"

On the ground at the feet of the high priest, Feng Yinqiu smiled hard and asked.

"How? In the eyes of the first person in the Dao Sect to pass on the disciples, is it too simple?" the high priest still stood straight, not even looking down. He was well aware of the strength of his old friend, but he also had enough confidence in his fists.

"If you are sincere and right-minded, you can be enlightened. It doesn't matter how simple or complicated. Feng Yinqiu coughed up a small mouthful of blood. The fist power that shook him seriously had dissipated, but the surging and extremely condensed fist intent was still buried deep in his body, completely suppressing the huge vitality. "But I still want to warn you that you did it wrong. That's not how the Shinto path went. ”

"You can see it when you look at it. The High Priest still didn't even look away.

"If you're going to work with the Euros, you'd better be careful. A group of Euro mages with ill-intentioned and extreme actions will not really help the Shenzhou people. ”

"You can see it when you look at it. The high priest said the same thing. After a pause, he suddenly explained, "I never expected them to help us, it was just a deal. No one betrays their interests. (To be continued.) )