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Charr held a sword in hand, and stood under the banner of Chief Novis with a cold face, his hungry wolf-like eyes fiercely staring at the Salander Guardians a few paces away, and the cold gaze made people feel chills all over their bodies.

"How...... What's going on? ”

"Fake, sir...... Adults are dead? ”

"How dare he? How dare he! ”

But it was evident that this gaze, which was almost intolerable to ordinary people, had no effect on the Salanders, who gathered together in a daze, talking to themselves in trembling voices.

"You killed our master, you made us all unable to live! In that case, go and bury our master first. ”

Finally, a Salander Mamluk cavalry got out of its dejected state and rushed towards the Charr in a frenzy.

Charles sneered and prepared to draw his sword to meet him, but before he could make a move, the Salander Mamluk had already fallen off his horse with a scream.

"What's going on?" Charles frowned in confusion.

At this moment, with the sound of crossbow arrows cutting through the sky, more screams rose into the sky.

"Ahhh

After this terrible scream, one after another Salanders fell down with a wail, and one after another extremely sharp crossbow arrows pierced their bodies, and the red blood gushed out along the blood groove of the crossbow arrows, and instantly seeped into the cold and damp ground, turning into excellent fertilizer.

Presumably at this time next year, the flowers and plants here will be very lush!

Charles looked up in the direction where the bolts had come from, only to see several bolts coming straight towards him. Seeing this, Charles was shocked when he saw this, and hurriedly reined in the reins of his horse and ran a few steps to the side before he evaded these deadly weapons.

Charles couldn't help but be extremely angry, he was not killed by the enemy on the battlefield, but he was almost shot to death by himself, what is the reason?

Charles was about to run over to ask for an answer, but before he could move, a muffled noise came from behind him.

Charles hurriedly turned around, just in time to see that the two Salander light infantry had sneaked up not far behind him.

One of the two light infantry was holding a spear, as if he wanted to sneak up on his back. The other light infantryman was holding a worn-out log shield high above his head, and a crossbow arrow was deeply pierced into the round shield, and the tail end of the crossbow was even trembling slightly, and it seemed that the muffled sound must have come from here.

Charles thought that he had almost died in this shameful sneak attack, and he couldn't help but feel a wave of fear in his heart, and in an instant, he turned into boundless rage.

"Die, bastards!"

Charles shouted angrily and slew at the two unlucky ones who had been found behind him.

With a click, Charles's sword slashed hard at the top of the spear that had stabbed straight through, slicing it in two.

Before the owner of the spear could react, Charles quickly withdrew his sword and slashed at the man's neck.

The cold light came out, blood spurted wildly, and the heroic Salander light infantry fell straight down, his eyes fixed on the sky, his pupils constantly widening. The excruciating pain made his fists clench. Even the instinctless body lying in a pool of blood was convulsing.

Finally, he died.

The other light infantryman was so frightened that he turned around and tried to flee. But before he could run a few steps, several sharp crossbow arrows came from the left rear, piercing him accurately and mercilessly.

The pain caused his facial muscles to begin to twist extremely, and blood flowed out of his body little by little with his life. He jumped in the air a few times, as if trying to shake off the bolts that were stuck to him.

The sensation of his body gradually departed from him, and even the unbearable pain seemed to disappear. His hands were wide open, looking in the direction of his hometown, his lips slightly open, as if he wanted to call out a name.

It's his parents, or his beloved lover.

But all this was unknown, and his throat was pierced by a crossbow arrow, and he could not make any sound at all. Not long after, this Salander light infantryman also died. And the owner of the name he called will never be able to wait for him to return.

Charles bowed his head, glanced at him with some pity, and then turned his horse and slew at the enemies who had fled to the heart of Chelez.

The Battle of Cherez is finally over!

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Charles's dream came to this, and suddenly another scene changed.

In that dream, Charles was riding his race Fleurs after the Salander Guardian named Ebenny. Ebenny was fast, but Fleurs was faster and caught up with him in a few moments.

Before Albeni could fight back, Charles had already chopped off his head, allowing his hideous head to fly high and disappear.

Now you talk about it, which of us will live longer?! Charles smirked at the headless Albenny.

Suddenly, a man with a face immersed in the shadows appeared, holding a heavy crossbow and sneering at the charles. The bolt pierced Charles's head in an instant, and his body fell feebly from Race Flers, falling into an abyss with no end in sight.

Charles opened his eyes suddenly, and woke up from his dream, his clothes wet with cold sweat.

"Your Excellency, are you having a nightmare?" The unknown woman was leaning on the edge of the fire, holding her long-dead husband and looking at Charles: "You are screaming and kicking in your dream, are you dreaming of something?" ”

Charles smiled apologetically at him, but the smile was weak no matter how much he looked at it.

"I'm sorry I accidentally disturbed you, I'll sleep in a different place so as not to disturb you again."

The woman shook her head and smiled softly: "It's okay, I can't sleep anyway, I just want to talk to my husband again, you don't have to worry about me, you can go to sleep." “

She propped up her two slender legs and stood up from the fire. She dragged the corpse wrapped in white linen in her arms backwards with great effort so as not to interfere with Charles' sleep.

While dragging, I don't know where the corner of the linen was hanging, and suddenly the face of the man inside was revealed. It was a man about thirty years old, and his face was horribly pale. His throat was slit, his face was covered with knife marks, and his bright orange beard was stained with black blood, sinking like a piece of rusty iron.

"If you don't mind, can you tell me about your husband, maybe...... Maybe that's going to make you feel better. Charles whispered.

The woman was stunned for a moment, then shook her head: "My lord, there is nothing to say, my husband, he is the owner of a grocer in this town, and he only used five hundred dinars to marry me back home last month. When the Salanders came in yesterday, they tried to abuse me, my husband...... My husband! “

The woman's voice began to choke, and it was a long time before she said again: "He slashed one of the Salanders, and several other Salanders had ruined me in front of him, and I was lying on the ground looking at him, and he was looking at me. He told me not to be afraid, to endure and pass, and to live well. When they cut him, he begged them, "Please pull me to the back door and kill me, and don't let my wife just watch me die." But they don't care about this, they can do whatever they like! “

"It was in this room that he died, and he kept saying my name until he died, and now I want to know," the woman suddenly let go of her voice and cried hoarsely, "I wonder where else in this world can I find a husband like him!" “