Samaras was smoky from the smoke from the scorching associates. Faced with the ghost of the Nildagang Snow that was frantically attacking the joint camp, he was furious. He snatched a scimitar from the hand of the Settalwood Elf garrison beside him, slashed wildly at the snow ghosts of Nilda Gang who had ascended the wooden fence through the ladder, and after knocking down two or three snow ghosts who had climbed the wooden fence of the joint venture, his bloody palm suddenly felt a tingling effect.

The longbowmen of the Seltar Cross Camp have been forced to throw away the wood elf longbows, which are almost useless in close combat, and have attacked the Nilda Gang snow ghosts who have climbed the wooden fence to fight their way out one by one, but the longbowmen who lack the blocking rattan cards are obviously at the bottom of their strength, and the rattan cards in the hands of the Nilda Gang snow ghosts are used perfectly in the defense against the melee attacks of the Syltar longbowmen, and the rattan cards in their hands are like an impregnable line of defense.

"Your Excellency, Sir! Your Excellency, Sir! Olaf, the officer of the Setar, also led the regrouped Sytar Wood Elf warriors to the wooden fence from the camp gate, and he searched for traces of Samaras in the chaotic wooden fence.

"There's a Sertar officer there! Did him. It's time to snatch the feats! Before the snow ghosts of Nilda Gang could speak, four or five snow ghosts of Nilda Gang climbed the wooden fence through the ladder, and they all surrounded Olaf in response to the call, and they bravely cut down several Setarmu elf warriors who came to block, and the eyes under the rattan helmet flashed with a cold cold light, and the sharp cold light was like the cold edge of their scimitar that was dripping blood. The rest of the Wood Elf warriors beside Olaf didn't want to fight any more, and after letting out a shout, they left Olaf and fled to the camp.

"Damn." Olaf muttered, his anger swelling as he caught up with the ghosts of the Nilda Gang Snow who were coming towards him. He spotted the blades of the snow ghosts, lowered his head to dodge, and then did a somersault over the heads of the Nilda Gang snow ghosts, and turned around and waved after standing on the ground, and the backs of several Nilda Gang snow ghosts splashed blood.

"Olaf, I'm here, come and save me!" Samaras's face was full of panic, he touched his head in one hand, and nervously grasped the bladed Wood Elf scimitar in the other, and retreated to the arrow stack where he had watched the battle, and he commanded the three Wood Elf longbowmen behind him to help him stop the menacing snow ghost of Nilda Gang who had climbed up the wooden fence.

"Sir, there is no way back, our front and rear are all wood elf soldiers from Nilda Gang!" Sighing, the Sattar longbowmen did not obey Samaras's order to fight him, but protected him from the battlements that were besieged to the left and right.

"Don't panic! Sir, Olaf is here! Olaf raised his hand and waved at Samaras in the battlement, and kicked the snow ghost who was climbing the ladder down, but he was unlucky, and in the panic of lone support, a rocket arrow from outside the wooden fence of the crossroads pierced his left arm, Olaf shouted, stretched out his right hand and broke the shaft, and his left arm was bloody.

"Olaf, save me!" Several of the Sétar longbowmen beside Samarath had been slain by the snow ghosts of Nilda Heights, and he screamed and kicked the enemy soldiers over as they attempted to charge into the battlements.

"Sir! Hold on! Olaf gritted his teeth and sprinted at great speed past the corpses of the Wood Elf Archers and the Nilda Gang Snow Ghost Warriors lying on the wooden fence. The moment he approached the few ghosts who wanted to rush into the Arrow Stack Nilda Gang Snow Ghost, he shouted angrily, stretched out his arm and strangled the neck of the Nilda Gang Snow Ghost Warrior, and decisively drew his knife and stabbed the enemy's back, knocking down these enemy soldiers in front of him one by one, "Sir! We are safe for the time being, and now that the fire at our crossroads is getting stronger and stronger, it is obvious that the wooden fence can no longer resist the crazy attack of the snow ghosts of Nilda Gang. I protect you, fight your way out, you must retreat. ”

"That's it, Olaf. I command you to get me out of this damn joint venture! I'm going to inform everyone in Ervinia that Werther is a complete heretic who broke Forrestal's admonition by the side of Colin Hill! He'll be punished by Forrester the god of the forest! Samaras, visibly frightened, lifted a heavy rattan plaque from the corpse of the ghost of the snow in Nildagang, wrapped himself tightly, and cursed in his heart the abominable Werther, and even more so the treacherous Wood in his heart.

Olaf was covered in blood, and it was evident that he was almost exhausted from the attacks of these wolf-like snow ghosts on them, and they managed to escape from the joint camp and into the tent of the joint camp, but the snow ghosts behind them were really haunted like ghosts, and behind them were the roar of snow ghosts.

"Olaf, what are we going to do?" Samaras looked nervously around, his face not showing the slightest blood, and his face had become very pale.

"It seems that the chief has to change into my battle armor, I will change into your clothes, I will attract the attention of the snow ghost, there should be no enemy soldiers at the west gate of the camp now, you are the initiator of the Qinwang plan, I think you can escape from the west gate!" After Olaf finished speaking, he took off the rattan armor he was wearing and held it in the palm of his hand, "I really hope that you can return to Setar and do it again, sir!" There happens to be a stable at the west gate, where you might find a sertar or two jungle horses. ”

"Very well, Olaf, you are a reckless warrior, but you have a heart that is loyal to me." Without hesitation, Samaras took off his sumptuous Sertar garment and swapped it with Olaf's rattan armor.

"Good luck! Sir, take advantage of the present time and get out of now! Olaf changed into Samaras's costume and rushed out of the camp, and he galloped in the opposite direction to the west gate of the crossroads, shouting loudly, "Rebels led by Werther's fools, I, Samaras, let the horses chase after you!" ”

Taking advantage of Olaf's attraction to the wolf-like ghost of the Nildagang in the snow, Samaras escaped and found a jungle horse at the West Gate Stables, opened the West Gate of the Crossroads Coalition alone, and galloped along the path leading to the western foot of the western hill of Collin.

"Hey, my dear stepbrother, I think you must have forgotten your loyal army at the crossroads!" A sneer was heard in the Eltora fruit grove at the foot of Mount Colin Mountain. Samaras was startled, and he looked up at the front of him, and a small group of wood elf cavalry sprang out of the woods, and their leader was none other than his brother Wood, "I've been waiting for you here for a long time. ”

"Ah, it's you! Traitor of the Oath! Samaras saw Wood, his heart filled with rage, and he pointed at Wood and screamed. He was so agitated that he almost broke the reins that controlled the direction of the horse's path.

"Ah, it's me, will you only write me with a pen for your beloved brother?" Wood's expression stiffened, but a smile still hung on his lips.

"You are my esteemed brother? Aha, big joke, what do I have to do with you? Because our father, Frevice I, who reported to Forrestna? Samaras's eyes widened, his eyes were full of fierce light, his expression was excited, the bruises on his forehead flare, and his fair face was swollen red from excessive excitement, "I'm from the Hort family?" Yes, Freret, Werther, Wood, what a familiar and unfamiliar name, and I believe that since I fell from the abominable mother's womb, you have no recollection of any resemblance of kinship except that you are older than I am and have been against me at every turn. The only connection we have left can probably be described in one word, hatred, isn't it? ”

"Of course, you don't deserve to have the surname of Horte, you are nothing but a vicious bastard." Wood shrugged his shoulders with a snort, "You know what? Because of your presence, you and your poisonous mother ruined my normal family, and your mother, that damn poisonous woman, actually convinced my father to make you an official member of the Hort family, oh, a great disgrace to the Hort family! ”

"Shame? Your betrayal of me is a real disgrace. The Werther guy openly used the flames forbidden by Forrester in the war in Herwinia. You're in the same league as the infidels! Samaras's wide-eyed eyes were red.

Wood just kept sneering on his horse, "You think you tied me to the longbow of war, do you think your naïve idea can really work in the eyes of your brother?" ”

"I thought you were stupid, but you're a cunning Sheffield fox. What did you just say? Am I an official member of the Hort family? I'm afraid I can't afford this title right now, and I haven't really lived a normal day since the first day it was hung on my head. The nobles of the royal court, including you, of course, remember to call me brother, right? Oh, stepbrothers. I always look at me in a strange light, I hate these abominable snobs, I hate these scoundrels and wretched wretchants, and I swear to guillotine them all. I have become the governor of the city today, Samaras, thanks to the regent who is now on high. The big deal is to use each other, isn't it all like this in the royal court and the court? Phew! Title? Governor of the city of Setar? Oh, come on! But it's just a poor worm who has never been loved by family. Samaras let out a wild laugh on his chestnut setar jungle horse, his eyes bloodshot. Hahaha, you're a bastard, Wood, and I'm telling you, I'm going to use my surname to kill you who have hurt me deeply, and since this surname has hurt me, I'm going to use the authority of my surname to bring the world to my feet, and then see who dares to defy me. The Qinwang program that you and I joined? It's ridiculous - the usurpation of the rights of the Kingdom of Ervinia under the banner of King Qin is real! Don't think how noble you are, there is not a single guy who stirs up this troubled water without a heart to fight for the throne? Hmph, ridiculous people, your army, haha, that's also called an army? Those poor creatures must not have been able to withstand the attack of Werther's army. ”

"It's just a pity, I really don't know if you can wait for the day when I'm defeated. My shameful stepbrother Samaras. Left and right, take Samaras, the governor of the city of Setar, for me. Wood shouted to the Sheffield Wood Elf warriors.

"Wait, you're a bastard, Wood, and I'll always remember your betrayal. I now declare that I am Samaras I, King of the Elvenian Wood Elf Kingdom. At the same time, I declared myself defeated today, and I tore off the fig leaf of bastard Baron Wood. I know he'll hand me over to Werther and wagging his tail at Werther for mercy, but alas, I'm not going to let him achieve his goal, to hell with him, I'm waiting for you in the distant Crescent Bay of the Tamsea. Wood. Aha. He used the bladed Wood Elf scimitar in his hand to force back the Sheffield warrior who was about to capture him, and then raised his Wood Elf scimitar and slit his throat without hesitation. Blood was spurting from his neck, and he fell limp off his jungle horse and died.

Wood was shocked by what he saw, and a sigh of emotion suddenly rose in his heart, feeling what was happening in front of him.

Wood couldn't help but close his eyes, he remembered the once peaceful court, where the musicians played beautiful music, he saw the first brothers playing merrily, and he saw the once-ostracized Samaras hiding alone in the corner and weeping. He saw the scepter falling from his dead father's hand, and his eldest brother Freette naturally picked up the scepter of the Wood Elf King, which could change human nature. He became king, and his eldest brother Frevice was no longer his playmate in the jungle climbing trees and digging birds' nests, and he almost listened to the instigation of his courtier, Lance, who would have killed his three brothers if his mother had not stopped him. He was the first to announce the order of exile from Werther at court, and then announced that he would be the little baron of Sheffield, and even Avanna was stripped of the title of princess by Freret, and went to Sheffield with him accompanied by the forbidden army. He even kicked the illegitimate son Samaras, who had the surname of Cert, out of the palace and imprisoned him in a seemingly luxurious seaside mansion, which was called a Setar city defense governor without even a title. The hazy memory hurriedly appeared in front of him, shattered by the fall of the scepter of reality, the scepter will mean his own life and death, the sadness in his heart suddenly rose, this is the force he can not resist, if there is a choice, he would rather be a cabbage on the side of the road, if there is a choice, he would rather be a bird flying in the woods, he does not dare to give up, nor can he give up, since escape can not change reality, then only strive to let go.

The intense thoughts in Wood's mind made him bow his head, and he gradually understood: "The nobler the status, the dirtier the soul and mind. It's all a game of survival and thrones. He whispered, "I'm sorry, my brother Samaras, I'm sorry, my brother Werther." In this life, because of that scepter, we became enemies, and in the next life, if there is any, I really wish I could be brothers again, and I believe that that time will be true brothers. Forrest Blessing. ”