Act 96 of the Fall (The first update, continue to erupt, thank you for your support)

The battle was long over, and Conrad patrolled the battlefield with the dark cleric of the Cult of Black Fire as the corpses rested, white smoke of embers rising from the battlefield and the dead everywhere. The corpses of black-robed cultists, demons and mercenaries, they were still alive in this world less than a moment ago, and now after the blood cooled down in the body, the skin turned into something like glue, like a pile of molds. He took a few steps and opened the body of a mercenary in leather armor, who groaned - the demon leader frowned, and the sword was killed.

Conrad looked up and said impatiently, "No, the only son of Grand Duke Lune is not here, that Macaro guy—"

"If you know him so well, why bother to catch up and fight this battle." The Dark Priest replied in a gloomy voice, "We've lost a lot of people, and it's all caused by the tall man next to Macaro. ”

"If you don't put in it, then you can reap it?" Conrad looked up and smiled, licking his lips bloodthirsty. He drew his blood-stained sword from the corpse and pointed at a few of his men not far away, shouting, "Bring the remaining captives up."

A few trembling Grey Wolf mercenaries were quickly brought up, having fought like the most valiant warriors in the previous battle. But outside of battle, the aura of courage is stripped away, and they find themselves powerless to resist, especially after seeing their comrades being devoured alive and bloodied by demons, and they realize that their power is simply not in control of their fate.

Knowing this, the fear of the unknown gripped their hearts.

Among the five was the white-haired young man Brando, who was familiar to him, and he looked with disdain at his frightened companion. He stayed behind to cover the escape of Yura and the others, so his capture was expected. He looked up and saw the guy named Conrad - they had thought he was nothing more than the leader of the Solitaire Mercenary Regiment, their nemesis - but they didn't expect that the guy named Brando was right, not only were they in collusion with the Black Fire Cultists, but they were also minions and lackeys of the Shepherds.

The guy named Conrad was about the same age as that Brando. He had itchy teeth at the thought of that guy, and no one had dared to lecture him like that since he was a child, except for his father, it was a shame that made him gnash his teeth. And at this moment, Reddy has seen the guy in front of him and Brando as the same kind of people, both of them are so hateful, he looks at each other with the most contemptuous eyes, trying to provoke the other party's anger.

"If he comes to trouble me, I can humiliate him a bit, so that those who don't make it can see the courage of a gray wolf mercenary."

He had such an calculation in his heart, but he didn't expect Conrad to be slightly stunned when he saw his eyes, and then just smiled. Looked away and landed on another mercenary.

"Look down on me?"

Reddy was furious, and he struggled to rush towards him. However, his shoulders were held tightly by the dark mercenary, and he couldn't move at all, and it was impossible to scold if he wanted to, because his mouth was still tied up, and he could only make a whining sound. He saw Conrad walk up to one of the mercenaries on the far right and whisper something to the mercenary, who froze for a moment before shaking his head with difficulty.

He thought that Conrad should at least torture him, but he didn't expect the demon to shake his head directly, and then his companion was dragged away. Reddy couldn't see what was behind him, but he could tell from the mercenary's terrible screams that it wasn't a good place to go, and then he heard a small thud as if bones were being pulled out of flesh and viscera slipped out of his body—a terrible scream that gradually lost its strength, then to a wail, and finally to a clicking, hoarse sound—followed by a low roar.

The voice finally died down, but the few remaining mercenaries couldn't help but give a cold shiver in unison.

Then Conrad walked over to the next mercenary and asked something. The mercenary was so frightened that he knelt on the ground and couldn't say a word. The young mercenary leader shook his head with regret, straightened up, looked at a mercenary who was retreating, stabbed his sword into the opponent's eye socket, and then kicked him out.

He clapped his hands and asked his men to drag the body away.

There are three mercenaries left, including Reddy.

The white-haired young man saw that his two companions were almost delirious with fright, as if they had only now remembered that they had only come here to eat a mouthful, and that their previous honor, faith, and pride built up by the glorious achievements of the Gray Wolf Mercenary Regiment had all crumbled at this moment, and they trembled and turned pale, realizing that they only wanted to live.

Reddy looked at his former companions, who were so proud and laughed even in the face of life and death, and now looked so sad that he couldn't help but scold these uncompetitive guys in his heart, but he was also scolding Conrad. "You've come to me, you bastard—" He couldn't speak, the voices could only come from his heart, Reddy had never wanted to show himself so much at this moment, wasn't it just a death, he wanted to let his companions, who were completely controlled by fear, have nothing to fear of dying.

The most humiliating thing should be to give in to the enemy.

But Conrad didn't seem to hear him, he just took the mercenaries away one by one, and even as if this guy didn't want any information at all, he didn't even ask any more questions. Even if the last mercenary fell to his knees and begged for mercy, swore that he wanted to join them, and was willing to say what he knew, he was only dragged down.

Soon Reddy was left alone.

Conrad stopped in front of him—

The white-haired youth didn't react at first, but subconsciously pounced on it like a mad dog. But he was immediately hit hard in the chest, and he was really kicked back and rolled around a few times like a lost dog. Then he got up in disgrace and came to his senses—he was the only one left. Realizing this, his heart sank irrepressibly, and there was no one left to 'appreciate' his bravery? To whom did he show it? Enemy?

But look at Conrad with an indifferent face, and the Dark Priest next to him who is also unable to see his expression, they obviously don't appreciate him for his heroic deeds. A piercing chill enveloped him, and Reddy shuddered suddenly. He thought of a question, he died here so inexplicably, and ended up with those unsightly guys?

But how can this be, he is Reddy, the best young man in the group besides Echo. If he dies here, like those cold corpses, who knows that he was once heroic?

No, he can't die so incompetently.

But there was no one here to record this qiē, and how he wished there was still a hidden person of his own in the forest. Or there are people on the battlefield who are playing dead. I can record the scene of his generosity before he died, Reddy subconsciously told himself that he was not afraid of death, death was nothing, he just didn't want to die like those meaningless guys. But he knew that this qiē was destined to be an extravagant hope, and in front of the Black Fire Cultists, there was no one in the regiment except the regiment commander and Buga who could hide in this forest.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but tangle in his heart. Wandering between death and more meaningfully dying, his complexion is also uncertain.

Conrad looked at the young man coldly, and did not say a word, and then he drew the dagger from the Dark Priest's waist with a 'clang' - Reddy suddenly struck a spirit, and finally realized that death was near. But he didn't expect Conrad to not ask a word, he was a bastard, he was a descendant of the Heavenly Clan, the Knight Marco, and the true nobleman of Eruin. He struggled, but immediately felt the coldness of the dagger's blade on his neck.

No, he didn't want to die.

At the last moment, Reddy finally showed a look of despair in his heart, and the will to fight in his eyes naturally disappeared. This qiē change could not escape the eyes of the young regiment commander, and Conrad immediately withdrew the dagger, ripped off the mask of the white-haired young man, and asked, "Do you want to die?" ”

Reddy opened his mouth to say a few harsh words, but he found himself trembling and unable to say a word, and finally nodded silently - but he suddenly reacted and quickly shook his head. Then he felt his face heat up, not because of his weakness, but because he was so frightened that he didn't even hear what the other person was saying.

What a shame.

"Then let me ask you a question." Conrad straightened up and looked at the young man condescendingly: "The other group of people traveling with you, how many of them are in total, and in what direction. ”

Reddy was stunned, if this demon wanted him to reveal some core information about the Gray Wolf Mercenary Group, he thought that he might not be able to erase his feelings for a while. But since that group of people was mentioned, it was the same enemy, and for a while, the white-haired young man subconsciously narrowed the distance between him and the other party, and faintly regarded these people as a group. He didn't think he was capitulating, at most everyone was cooperating with each other.

That guy dared to teach him a lesson.

He thought through gritted teeth.

"They left to the northeast, before you attacked. There were fifteen people in total, and the leader was a young man, about the same age as the regimental leader, and with him were two women. He has twelve guards......" Reddy paused, "They seem to be at least silver strength, and I only learned this by eavesdropping on the regimental commander's conversation with the people of Buga." ”

He said everything in detail, and he didn't even need Conrad to remind him, and he sold Brando out in an orderly manner. If Brando was here, he would probably laugh angrily, he just punched this guy, and Conrad kicked him like a dog, and this guy seemed to forget about it automatically.

Conrad and the Dark Cleric beside him exchanged glances.