"Dang Chang—"

Maybe the voice wasn't so crisp, or even not like it, but in the ears of the middle-aged knight, the sound of the gorgeous iron sword studded with useless gems falling to the ground was like that.

The hands that were supposed to be holding the hilt of the sword tightly drooped weakly.

The uneasy neighing of the horse contrasted eerily with the immobile body and the desperate mouth and trembling body of its owner.

The middle-aged knight still remembers this horse, which was the best of the young horses, and whose potential as a war horse was constantly demonstrated in later training.

But it's about to ...... now There's no need to miss it anymore.

A body that should have been revered was dragged by the demon with its head in its hands.

This was undoubtedly a deliberate insult, and the middle-aged knight knew that the next or two would be himself.

The middle-aged knight also plans to straighten his waist and ride on the horse, so that he can look a little more majestic and not lose his knightly status.

However, this intention was beaten down by the corpse that was thrown away.

The middle-aged knight held on to his colleague's corpse and closed his hands with his colleague's distorted head, his eyes wide open.

"Yo~" The strange voice of the humanoid demon sounded, "Brotherhood~ It's really ......"

"Whoa—"

The middle-aged knight closed his eyes in pain, and the humiliated corpse of his colleague made him unbearable to look at directly.

"Touching from the bottom of my heart~ Hahahaha!!!"

The nervous laughter, accompanied by the continuous "chirp", constantly stimulated the two who had given up resistance. This can be regarded as mental pollution.

"Ahem...... Alter laughed, touched his Adam's apple and looked at the two people in front of him who were waiting to die—one had completely collapsed, sitting on the ground with his head on his back; The other had a sad face, but remained calm.

"Hey, I suddenly had a good idea," said Li Wenwen · Alter's smile was a little cruel, "Why don't you two have a game of death, the one who wins can run away~"

"You are ......" The middle-aged knight's original name was due to Li Wenwen· Alter's heart, which had become angry at his words, stopped beating vaguely when he saw the sudden hopeful eyes of his friend's child.

"Oh~ Looks like you agreed~" Li Wenwen · Alter's voice full of malicious fun sounded, "Let's start quickly~"

"Are you serious?" The middle-aged knight stood up and looked directly at Li Wenwen· Alter。

The next moment, he was replaced by Li Wenwen · Alter's leg whip kicks to the ground.

The remnants of glory in his heart drove him, and he tried desperately to get his body up with all his limbs. But Li Wenwen · Alter's deliberate foot shattered what little glory he had left.

"Of course, I'll let the winner run." Li Wenwen· Alter gave his promise.

"Hey, don't forget that my father died to save you!" The nobleman shouted frantically.

"Of course I remember." The middle-aged knight said calmly.

Li Wenwen· Alter moved his feet away, and the middle-aged knight was able to stand up.

He firmly grasped the hilt of his sword and looked at the nobleman who was constantly trembling.

"Hopefully, your promise is worthwhile." The middle-aged knight took one last look at Li Wenwen · Alter, "My lord, forgive me for my sins. ”

With that, the middle-aged knight grabbed his sword and sent the tip of the sword into his heart.

"Uninteresting." Li Wenwen· Alter was dissatisfied, even annoyed.

"Hey! Don't you roll yet? ”

"Thank you! Thank you! Praise you for your forgiveness and kindness! The nobleman shouted as he mounted his horse and began to flee desperately.

Li Wenwen· Alter looked at the distant figure, bent down to pick up a large, well-made bow, snatched the hilt from the middle-aged knight who was not yet dead, and drew the simple long sword.

In the desperate eyes of the middle-aged knight, his long sword was launched like an arrow, and even the top of the sword was glowing with a turquoise luster.

"Oh, magician, you're still there, I thought you'd already be preparing to summon the next servant." Li Wenwen· Alter teased, "Hey, what kind of magic are you attached?" ”

"Poison." The magician's voice was full of helplessness, "Judging from what you just said, you are not sure about this behavior, right?" ”

"That's right." Li Wenwen· Alter admitted.

"You still admit it......" The magician felt that he had a lot of things to say in his heart, but in order to maintain his image, he could only endure it continuously.

"Oops, nothing." Li Wenwen· Alter touched the back of his head and laughed, "You're going to use the Command Charm to force me back at the end, right?" ”

"Trust me so much?" The magician felt a little ...... Odd.

"No," said Li Wenwen Alter's next words instantly shattered the magician's good mood, "Don't you feel a little happy if you say that?" You didn't make a difference anyway. Give you a little comfort and make you feel that you are useful. ”

"Kill yourself, Berserker."

"No, I'm not Lancer."

"What does this have to do with Lancer!"

"It doesn't matter if you know it or not, I'll just have fun playing by myself."

"You! I ......"

Unlike this somewhat joyous master-servant, there was a man on earth who waited in vain in remorse to die.

Now no one here remembers him.