Zax Sharp found an opportunity under the sudden cover of Essec Roots, and killed the Kerkander to chase and intercept him, he walked through the dark trees under Sharp Mountain, walking among the thorns according to his memory, he finally carried the body of his brother Bill and took the path in the Barony of Murred to turn back to the secret stronghold of the Sharp family, it was the darkest hour before dawn, but the three white-bearded Essex Roots never returned, and there was only Zax who was staring at the candlelight in the empty Murred secret stronghold, He was covered in the coagulated blood of the Kakhandians, his shoulders and legs were numb from thorns, and the withered body of his brother Bill lay flat on the ground in front of him.

He waited lonely, looking forward to the return of Essec Roots, but what he was waiting for was the lazy and lazy dawn that shot into the crack in the window after dawn, he shook his head helplessly, recovered from the memory of the past, and slowly picked up Bill's body with both hands, he silently walked down the stairs hidden under the pot stove in the secret stronghold, and passed through the dim artificial tunnel, and arrived at the blind cemetery where the Sharp family was buried for generations, and it is not accurate to say that this is a cemetery. He held his brother's remains with one hand, fumbled with the other hand to remove a torch from the torch rack on the cave wall, followed in the footsteps of his predecessors, pulled through the large roll of shroud placed on the cold stone platform, wrapped his brother's body, and placed his brother in the cave wall in the cavern.

With no other friend's blessings and prayers, Zax stood alone in front of the cave where Bill was buried, clasping his palms together, his thumbs folded together in the shape of a large Arcana cross, and he knelt down on his knees towards his brother's remains, tears welling up his cheeks.

"Brother, my dear brother, damned King Segal II has severed my hands and feet, and what his minion Trirech has done to you, heinous evil deeds! Brother, I will spend my whole life to make them pay back. If I have the chance, I will sacrifice your soul with their blood and let your soul be at peace! I will give them a taste of the pain I can't bear! His head slammed against the hard stone floor until fresh blood fell on the stone floor, and the empty ossuary was silently echoed by the rotten remains of his ancestors.

After Zacks had buried his brother in the ossuary of the Eyed Cemetery, he turned back the way he came, and he changed from the closet of the secret stronghold into a set of relatively clean linen clothes and trousers, and put on a few strips of white cloth for tying the mark knot, and prepared two handy combat daggers for himself from the weapon rack, the polished blades of which reflected faces he had never noticed, and the beard that had not been trimmed due to two years of imprisonment covered his chin densely, The lips above the beard had long been bitten by the row of neat teeth, and the coagulated blood stained his white and slightly bared teeth, and those eyes were no longer as blue and graceful as before, but full of lonely wildness, and the whip marks on his face had quietly disappeared, only slightly embellished with the new scars on his forehead. He coldly put the two sharp short swords at his waist, and packed all the gold and silver coins he could find in the secret stronghold in the package, and after packing up, he quietly walked out of the secret stronghold, and quickly climbed over the old wooden fence surrounding Barony Murred by the shadow cast by the red crown wood of El Helino.

The bald-headed one-eyed dragon, returning from the land of Al Ain, was hurrying with twenty or thirty horsemen to gallop through the El Helino Nansen, and he had already left the goods to be escorted by the men on foot, and left behind the horsemen, and the swift churning hooves of his crotch mount mixed with the crisp clatter of the horseshoe quickly left one El Helino red-crowned tree after another behind - it was a galloping horseback gallop.

"Drive! Guys, hurry, you'd better hurry me, knowing that our old nest has undergone a upheaval! Hurry up for me! The anxious look on Arno's face was evident in his face - just like his arrow-like heart, his heart was praying to the goddess: hold on, little master. Iwell, if you dare to touch one of Bill's cold hairs, I'll cut off your dirty hands and cut your throat like a chicken.

"Hey, Cyclops! Slow down, slow down! We're almost there! Should we wait for the walking guys who are escorting the goods in the back? One of the dart masters shouted after Arno, "They are gone." ”

"Wait a fart, the master is now imprisoned in Yafen, and the little master is now being reclaimed by the king, the fool who sits on the high throne, the title and the only remaining foundation of the Sharp family, Sharp Mountain! Were your ears clogged with earwax when our informant arrived? 100,000 urgent! Ewell's bad-hearted creature has become the new Baron of Sharphill through the traitor, and he knows with little finger that he will be bad for our little master! Arno stammered at least three times in eagerness as he roared, "Time is not waiting for us now!" Not before, not now! ”

"One-eyed dragon, you're the captain of our caravan! Don't you know that going forward in such a hurry would put us all in a very dangerous situation? The Kalkanders, clad in two-headed black eagle armor, are savages with axes! I suspect they were born with only the ability to chop wood and chop heads! The dart master replied to the anxious Arno, who was a little out of breath in the gallop and jolting of the horses, "And our horses are so long traveling, once they are foaming at the mouth, they are exhausted and have nothing to replenish!" And our rescue will be even more disadvantaged! Let's play foot combat with the people of Kakhand, and not be split in half by those iron axes, steel axes are considered to be green smoke from the grave. ”

"Fool, if you say I'm going to pull out your tongue to make soup! What can we do now? Without the territory, we are undoubtedly the most wanted criminals in this kingdom of Rinston, and it is also a dead end to be caught by the king's foolish minions, so why don't we stop in this broken mahogany forest and slowly pee on the ground and wait to take pictures of the little master's corpse? Essec Treeroot, the old stubborn donkey, didn't know what was going on. That old man has never made people feel at ease! **・that・old・man.” From time to time, Arno threw out street curses from the dwarves of the Al Ain dynasty. In fact, he also thought that the dart master's words were correct.

"You've got water in your head! Cyclops! Well, we're not cowards in your eyes! Huh! One-eyed dragon, stop, look there. That weirdly curved El Helino red-crowned stump has a mark knot marked by our people! The strip of white cloth may be someone in a secret stronghold. As soon as the words of the dart master behind Arno fell, Arnault, who was running wildly in front of him, immediately grabbed the reins, and he looked in the direction that the dart master had guided.

"It's our people, go, follow the direction of the mark knot to check it out. This knot may have been left by the roots of the Essec tree. The bald-headed one-eyed dragon Arno waved his hand and led the group of twenty or thirty dart masters behind him to follow Mark Keriel's guidance. The dart master who was at the end of the horse turned over and dismounted, removed the white mark, and quickly shuttled between the two El Helino red crown trees, tying the red marker to guide the caravan on foot to guide the caravan to their new route.

Mark Knot's guidance disappeared in a place where the El Helino Red Crowned Wood was inhabited, and in the depths of the El Helino Red Crowned Wood there was a faint improvised tree shack, which, if you didn't look closely, might think it was nothing more than a collapsed tree and branches, but it was inaccessible and seemed to be a good place for concealment.

"These three white-haired old men really know how to choose a place. Looks like our little master must be safe. It's really in vain. Arno smiled and said to his masters, who laughed too, "The roots of the tree are intricately intertwined, and it's hard for you to find out the details of it." Most of him was buried in the ground. The little master is the fruit hanging on the tree. It's safe and good! ”

The one-eyed Arnault turned over and dismounted in delight, and walked briskly towards the makeshift tree hut. Beside the extinguished bonfire stood a shadow that was familiar and unfamiliar to him, not the Essec Root. The figure with his back to Arno also heard the sound of hurried footsteps behind him. He immediately turned around, and on the thick beard of his chin was a mature face, the whip marks on his face told the story of his unbearable prison, and the eyes flashed with a sharp gaze like a jungle wolf, cold and penetrating.

"You, you are" Arno's legs seemed to be poured with heavy lead, and the whole person was stunned. After looking this familiar and unfamiliar face up and down, his legs began to tremble unobeyedly, and the joy on his whole face suddenly disappeared, and his face turned pale, and finally he knelt on the ground with a 'bang', "Master! It's the host! You're finally back! We've been waiting for you so hard! My Lord Baron! ”

"The bald one-eyed dragon - Arnault. I've been waiting for you here for ten days, and you're finally back. You and the dart master behind you brought hope to our Sharp family's cavalry. There was not the slightest smile on his face shrouded by his cold expression, "But you are a step late, I will not blame you for this dereliction of duty for the time being, I know that Bill let you go out to smuggle and do business, just so that the hope of our Sharp family can be preserved!" And your little master and Essec Tree Root have gone to follow in the footsteps of Arcana and entered the temple of Arcana. ”

"The hosts! We already know about the big changes that have taken place in Murred and Sharphill. Arno burst into tears, and the dart masters behind him quickly jumped off their horses, and knelt in front of Zax Sharp, whom Arno called his master, and they kept praying to Arcana that the souls of the little master Bill and their companion Essec Tree Root would rest in peace.

"Well, don't bask in grief, we have to turn grief into strength! Stand up for me! Pull yourself together! Now, the king has reappointed a new Kalkandian garrison officer for Sharphill. About 100 Karkhand infantry were reserved to garrison our territory. Zax walked quickly to the one-eyed Arnault, who was on his knees, and reached out to pull him up from the ground, "I command you to cheer up as I do, since you are the fire left by my brother Bill, then turn yourself into a raging fire, and devour all the invaders in the territory we have kept since ancient times in Murred and Sharp Mountain!" It belongs to all of our Sharp family! ”

"Reclaim the lost ground! Settle an old score! Reclaim the lost ground! Settle an old score! The arm-wielding masters all had tears in their eyes, and they raised their arms and shouted in unison. Zax Sharp stood in front of them all, drawing his battle dagger that reflected the dazzling sunlight on it.