Night fell again, and the day's march passed quickly.

Unas sat around the fire for dinner, a sumptuous and extravagant meal compared to the dry rations of the march, and he brought out the dried meat and wine he had harvested and shared with the crowd, and the pioneers were happy as if they were partying—a privilege that no other team had.

During the day's march, he had introduced Beryl to a few people, and along the way, there was this cheerful self-cooked elf, and several people were talking and laughing, and the relationship was a lot closer.

Gordon had been depressed, and he was silent all the way behind, it seemed that the damage caused to him by the spiritual magic of the Dreadguard had not yet healed, and this psychological trauma could only be erased by time.

Unas is actually not very fond of drinking, but the first time he tasted the wine of Azeroth, he couldn't stop, glass after glass, the more he drank, the better it tasted, fortunately the wine was low, otherwise he would have been lying down.

Whitemayne only drank a little wine, but he seemed to be a little drunk, his little face was blushing and cute, and he had no scruples about speaking: "I heard some rumors that you have some entanglement with a dark ranger, is there such a thing?" ”

Begin to liquidate your rivals so soon? Unas was a little dizzy, and only vaguely said, "Sort of." ”

"I advise you not to have any more dealings with her, or you will definitely become the subject of the Inquisition's investigation," the silver-haired prosecutor said in a solemn tone, "Associating with an undead spirit will be a stain on your path to promotion." ”

This is a public policy for personal gain, a blow to the rival in love! Unas complained while lewd, the peach blossoms came so violently, how should I be good?

He originally thought that he had absolutely no interest in corpses, and that he only wanted to get a favorable negotiation result by currying favor with Enya-Xingyu, but after a while on the bridge, he actually liked her a little bit in his heart.

It's just that the two are separated by life and death, and they are hostile camps, and there is little hope for real development, but this kind of relationship is more exciting, the so-called "wife is not as good as a concubine, a concubine is not as good as stealing, and stealing is better than stealing", which is the greed of human nature.

At this time, in the face of Whitemayne's warning, Unas could only nod his head and put on the appearance of an obedient and good student.

The silver-haired priestess smiled with satisfaction: "I learned the art of resurrection with you, and you are also my mentor, and I am for your good." ”

The phrase "I am for your good" reminded Unas of his parents, who used to be the most annoying to him, but now that he listens to it, he thinks of his parents who will never see him again, and his eyes can't help but moisten a little.

"Don't be so moved," Whitemayne misunderstood, she actually reached out and patted Unas's arm, comforting, "I didn't expect you to be such an emotional person." ”

Unas only felt that most of the touched arm was numb, and the longing for his parents was also thrown out of the clouds.

Labor and management are really unproductive, and being touched is like this, it is too slinging, and it is destined to be lonely for a lifetime!

He was determined, but he didn't dare to go back, and Darien said at this time: "It's not early, it's time to rest, and tomorrow we have to get up early and march." ”

The sister and brother walked away, and only Unas and Gordon were left by the fire, and the time was indeed not early, and the soldiers on the surrounding fires gradually began to return to their tents to rest.

Gordon didn't drink, according to him, he had already quit drinking, and Unas looked at the silent and gloomy white-haired knight, a little worried, but he had prepared a surprise for Gordon.

Unas took out the red crystal sword from his bag and handed it to Gordon: "What do you think this is?" ”

"Fire Kiss!" Gordon exclaimed, and there was finally an expression on the slate's face.

He picked up the family heirloom sword and slowly stroked the fine magic patterns on the crystal sword, and the joy of losing it overshadowed the depression in his heart for a while.

"After killing the Dread Guard, I took it away, you didn't ask, I thought you forgot." Unas feigned blame.

"I never forget, I just feel like I'm shameless to ask." Gordon lowered his eyes, and his grip on the hilt of his sword turned white.

"What do you say, this is your family heirloom sword, and no one is more qualified for it than you."

Gordon turned the sword upside down and showed the bottom of the hilt to Unas, where there were several words, and Unas leaned over curiously, and the letters formed a single word, "Wachter".

"What does that mean?"

"Guardians," Gordon explained, "is the motto of the Joseph family. ”

"But I find that I can't protect anything, and if it weren't for your resurrection this time, Darion would have been killed by my wrong orders, not just Darion," Gordon let go of the fire kiss, his hands tightly covering his cheeks, his voice was very painful,

"Joe, Jayla, Howl, and Huck were all killed for my misjudgment, and the seven soldiers of the vanguard, as if a Grim Reaper was following me, and everyone around me was constantly being killed by me, and I was a shameful loser!"

"It's not right for you to think so, how can there be immortals in war, victory and defeat are common things, no one can be invincible." Unas reached out and pressed Gordon's shoulder to comfort him.

I didn't expect Gordon to blame himself so much, he probably has always hidden all kinds of pressure in his heart and silently endured, this time the spiritual magic of the Guardian of Fear was the last straw that broke the camel's back, and made this man with a strong appearance completely collapse.

Seeing Gordon's painful appearance, Unas had no choice but to persuade: "You need to rest, recover your spirits, and everything will be fine." ”

Gordon's fierce emotions gradually calmed down, and he let go of his hands and said, "After returning to the monastery, I plan to find a Holy Light Master to practice for a while, and my attendance is enough to buy a vacation. ”

"That's good, you really need to recuperate." The psychological problem Unas really can't help, and can only hope that Gordon will come out of the haze as soon as possible.

Gordon picked up the fire kiss and looked at the magic pattern on the sword: "This sword has been enchanted by the demon indiscriminately, I will find a way to purify it." ”

As if unsettling to show his weak side in front of Unas, Gordon stood up and hurried back to his tent.

Unas was alone by the fire, and he was lamenting Gordon's unfortunate fate, when the demon's voice suddenly sounded in his heart: "I can help you." ”

Unas was startled, and hurriedly turned his head to look around, seeing that there was no one around to settle down, Bethrius was silent all day, and he almost forgot about the demon.

Unas subconsciously wished that the existence of the Dreadlord was a nightmare, and tried to brainwash himself into thinking that it didn't exist, but this demon was a threat that could not be ignored.

A fearful demon king who has a murderous enmity with himself says that he wants to help him, isn't this a weasel giving a New Year's greeting to a chicken?

"How can you help me?" Since you can't ignore it, let's deal with it a little.

"Anything."

The Dreaddemon King probably won't blush, and the cowhide will blow to the sky, if you are really so omnipotent, how can you be trapped in the body of labor and management?

"For example?" Anyway, it's better to blow than to have money, see how far you can blow.

"Like your worried friend, Joseph Gordon, and the woman you want, Sally Whiteman." Bethrys spurted these names and pointed them to the point.

Presumably, it has been eavesdropping on the outside world inside Unas, so it is familiar with the people around him.

Unas shuddered, wouldn't his every move in the future be noticed by this demon?