"Whether you want to risk breaking your bones to reach the top, or get by in the abyss, the decision is always in your hands. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info all said here, farewell. The sound of Yogget's footsteps faded away. Scoleroru sat on the ground a little tired, staring at Augustana, who was still unconscious. At this point in time, the disappearance of himself and Augustana should have been noticed by adults, right? Then the whereabouts of the two are not difficult to speculate. The Commander had no secrets in Kairos's eyes, and it only took him a few moments to know that Sezi's secret passage was the only way out for Scoleroru.

"Okay, that's all done, and the others are gone. How long are you going to be unconscious? Scoleroru whispered.

Augustana's eyelashes fluttered slightly, and she reluctantly opened her eyes and straightened up. The disguise was seen through to her by surprise. "When did you find out?"

"I noticed it as soon as you woke up." Scoleroru said bluntly, "Your body stiffened in the crook of my arm for a moment and then relaxed, and though the unnatural adjustment was brief, I noticed it. ”

Augustana sighed softly, it was really difficult to hide from Scoleroru. In the end, he is a super-first-class martial artist who is known for his comprehensive quality, not only has excellent military literacy, but also has amazing insight, and there is no trace in front of him. She looked directly at Scoleroru, "And what are you going to do?" I'll admit that Yogett's tirade about chaos and the abyss is true, but are you really going to betray the Archon and climb that so-called ladder? ”

Scoleroru calmly met the aggressive gaze of the Golden Rose, and did not give in to his momentum: "I said, I will not let you die, nor will I let adults go down that path of self-destruction!" So I need your help, Augustana. Yogett is right, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity," his eyes looked like wildfire was burning, "it's our chance to lift the Adults out of the abyss with the Empire!" ”

The noise of the sea breeze and the tide whispered to Augustana's ears, and it seemed that only the fanatical words of the commander were left in heaven and earth, like earth fire erupting from the long-dormant mountains, with the ambition of scorching the earth. She stared at Scolerú's rapidly twitching lips in shock, and the other man's breath and breath came to her face with burning emotion. Yogett's words, like the devil grinding his teeth and sucking blood, echoed sadly in her mind. If Pande is the abyss, then what are we? Is it the soul that sinks and wanders in the abyss, trying in vain to extract the occasional ray of hope that seeps through the gates of heaven?

Desire is the deepest poison in the human heart.

"I see." Augustana bit her lip, as if she had made up her mind. "Let's do it."

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Gasin is located in the southwest of the Holy War Fortress, and because it is located in the wide and flat hinterland of Daxia, it is not a major transportation route for soldiers, so it is difficult for the war with the empire to reach here. Not far away is a small oasis, where the nomads were relieved to find that they could finally cross out the word "swim" in their names, and that the grazing life without having to live in the desert was comfortable and comfortable. They and their children and grandchildren can also go out and see a pleasant green like the noble lords of Toba. In the desert where the main theme is wind and sand, that bit of green is more precious than gold.

But the quiet and peaceful life of the herders was shattered by the fall of the Holy War Fortress, and a man arrived alone in Gassin, covered in dried blood, and the old scars showed that it was not his own blood, but from his enemies. He walked silently into Gasin and unleashed a one-sided slaughter with his long sword. It seemed as if there was a bloody storm in the village, and the herdsmen saw only the sword light rise and fall with the blood light, and then their own heads flew into the sky. It only took about a few hours for Oruba to turn Gasin into a ghost village that exuded blood. He put the heads that he cut off one by one at the entrance of the village and built a Beijing temple. Emotions of horror or despair or helplessness or anger froze in the gray eyes of the deceased, and they stared blankly at the sky. Ouruba sat quietly in front of the Kyoto Temple, like a guest who had come to an appointment, calmly waiting for the appearance of the host.

As the sun and the moon rose and set, the bleak night silently covered the desert, and a few vultures, attracted by the smell of Gasin's blood, landed around Uruba and began to peck at the head of the Kyokan, occasionally raising their necks and screaming happily as they devoured.

There was the sound of footsteps in the wind and sand, and the rhythm of the rise and fall could not be heard, and it was as smooth as a low-flying wind, and as if a blade was passing over the yellow sand. The vultures spread their wings in terror and flew into the sky, hovering far away. The corpses that lay in the middle of the Gashin made them reluctant to leave, but they did not dare to land for some very dangerous reason. Relieved at the sound of familiar footsteps, Oruba untied his spear pouch, stuck his sword on the ground, got up and drew the greatsword behind him, aiming it in the direction from which the sound came.

A figure broke through the curtain of dust, and he wore Daxia's characteristic peaked covered helmet, and the cold light shot out of the aperture of the helmet, and it seemed to reflect a pale moon inside. He was holding a very simple knife in his arms, a saber that Daxia was currently equipped with long knife hands on a large scale, with a light blade and a sharp edge, cutting through the flesh as easily as cutting through a blank piece of paper. He grasped the hilt of the sword in his right hand and walked straight towards Oruba, walking faster and faster, until at last he was like a wolf galloping on the desert!

"Boom!" The saber was unsheathed, as if a wolf was howling, and a miserable white sword cut through the air in front of the two from top to bottom, and walked out of the wolf's fang-like ferocious arc. It was a splitting technique that everyone knew by Daxia's long knife hand, but in the hands of this person, it burst out with a groundbreaking spirit, and only that Dao Ran was left in Ouruba's eyes, as if it was about to split the horizon in his eyes in two. He shouted angrily, held his sword in both hands, and slashed with all his might!

The clash of the giant sword and the long knife burst into bright sparks in the dark night, and both of them were numb and took a step back. Oruba subconsciously raised the giant sword in front of him. The sound of breaking the air rose again, and it was another wild sword light that swept flat! In the left hand of the person who came, he held a saber with an extremely wide back!

Two-handed knives!