Act 166 The Gambler's Roulette

"No enemy was found."

"No enemy was found on the left either."

"There's no damn skeleton here—" shouted one after another through the empty streets. Juta turned her head, a shallow glow reflected in her anxious dark green pupils - where did the undead go? The slender fingers of the mercenary leader pressed motionlessly on the handle of the thin sword, and the doubts in her heart were like a fog that gradually spread beyond her fingers, and everyone looked around in this fog, but found nothing.

The mercenaries marched in the darkness, their footsteps rustling, and the unknown lurking in the silence of the night, invisibly grabbing everyone's hearts with coldness. Fear is like a shadow over everyone's head, it doesn't have to speak, it grabs everyone's throat. It was so quiet that it could be heard, and everyone was vigilant with their eyes that looked bright in the dark:

I am afraid that the undead who suddenly disappeared without a trace will pour out of an alley and surround them.

They crossed half the city, expecting to encounter the bloodthirsty dead creatures on the way, and then engage in a desperate struggle. But the enemy seems to have only existed in the imagination, and Simon's ghost seems to have never existed in the zài - could it be that the young nobleman has misjudged? Juta turned her head, and the light of the illumination crystal in the young man's hand seeped deep into her pupils, reflecting the other man's face, which was somewhat pale and bloodless due to malnutrition.

"Commander?" The boy asked.

"What for?"

"Did the nobleman misjudge?" He whispered, "Are they going to go around to the north?" ”

"Impossible," the female mercenary head categorically denied this judgment: "On the battlefield, every minute is racing, and the commander of the opposing party will not be stupid." ”

"But......" The young man wanted to say something more, but someone shouted in front of him: "Commander"

Both of them were stunned and looked over there in unison.

"What's wrong?"

"Something," the man shouted, "come and have a look."

Yuta and the boy glanced at each other, nodded and followed, and as soon as she turned the corner, she was stunned—

The scene on the long street has completely changed.

It was as if it had experienced a fierce fight, and as far as the eye could see, there was hardly a single intact stone slab on the ground that paved the street, and there were one large pit after another as far as the eye could see. The cracked stone slabs seemed to have been overturned by some powerful force from the ground, and some were even swept away dozens of meters away, if it weren't for the elemental disorder caused by the slightest elemental power not being felt in the air, everyone present would have reason to believe that there was at least a duel of gold or more strength here.

Yuta looked up and saw a two-story building not far away that was sinking inward, collapsing to one side; It was as if the central part had been struck horizontally by something, and the wooden beams that supported the structure broke one after another. That kind of blow is at least above the level of silver. She took a soft breath and walked forward, looking at the skeletal shelves and human corpses in the pits.

"Who are those?"

The mercenary leader looked at the corpses and frowned, dressed like the paupers outside the city. That's an easy explanation, but what about the skeletons scattered around the human corpses? She looked closely, and found that the casualty ratio was close to five to one, which meant that there were at least five skeleton remains next to a human corpse, and if the poor people outside the city had this fighting ability, Yuta would have wondered how Gruddin had survived to this day.

The mercenaries shook their heads.

"Where's their weapon?" She asked again.

"No weapons." The mercenary replied.

"No weapons?" Yuta took a light breath: "Do you want to tell me that these humans are actually fighting the undead with their bare hands, or are they the people of silver——? ”

"Captain, I don't know if they're the Silver People, but the first point - I'd say that's exactly what happened." The maid who had told them before lowered his head and replied in a low voice.

Yuta's eyes twinkled, there was something more than she knew what had happened that night. Then there was a sound of horses' hooves in the street, and everyone looked up and saw two or three riders parting from the night mist stopped in front of them—the scouts they had sent out before. The female mercenary leader immediately came back to her senses, she raised her head, and asked, "What's the matter, did you find anything ahead?" ”

"Commander," replied the rider at once, "there is a sound of fighting in the direction of the gates. ”

There is a sound of fighting in the direction of the city gate?

Meaning, these refugees actually pushed the undead back?

Everyone stopped and couldn't help but look at each other. Martha is on top, what kind of situation is this?

……

Light in the dark is not as simple as white paint on a pitch black background. Especially in the deep darkness, the only light seems to be the hope flowing in the hearts of people. Although it has not been illuminated by it, it still wants to move towards the brightness of that line. Even if it is just an imagination that exists in the heart, man is willing to trek in the dark in the direction of light.

Even if it leaves a deeper shadow behind, but human beings are willing to face the light -

In the darkness, the light of the torches flickered.

The girl sat quietly on her knees in front of the torch, the red light of the fire outlining the soft lines of her cheeks, and between light and dark, the graceful lines extended to the shadows below the neck and the edges of the face. Her dark eyes refracted the firelight, as if a flickering flame had lit in the deepest part of her pupils, and she pursed her lips quietly, her hands on her knees, motionless.

It was as if the qiē in front of her had nothing to do with her anymore.

With a loud bang, a vine that could only be hugged by two people suddenly rose from the ground, carrying gravel and dirt, and drew into a bow shape towards the white bones in the night. Dozens of meters of vines swept through the sea of skeletons, and there was a chaotic sound of 'crackling', and countless fragments were thrown high and swept to the side.

Three tall, indifferent men in animal skin robes stood on the rampart and commanded the vines, as if they were sweeping away garbage, and again and again they repelled the skeletons that sprung up below. And the bestial werewolves standing beside them, even half-hunched and a head taller than them, were staring at the sea of undead below, ready to repel the onslaught of the Black Warriors and Corpse Witches who hid among the rabble.

The battle has been going on for almost an hour -

But at last a tall werewolf walked up to the girl and bowed his head respectfully: "Miss Antitina, it seems that reinforcements have arrived." ”

The aristocratic daughter's eyes flashed: "What person?" She asked.

"Seems to be a mercenary."

She glanced back at the city walls, then nodded without saying a word. Then she turned slightly—and saw the eldest merchant lady holding her precious bag in her hands, her upper body lying entirely on the battlements on the other side, her eyes closed, sleeping soundly, her eyelashes drooping like a thick brush, and her face flushed in the light of the fire, delicate and lovely—if it were not for the slight opening of her small mouth, a large puddle of dream saliva flowing down in a very indecent posture.

Antitina sighed a little weakly, reached out and patted the girl's face, snapping.

Roman immediately smashed his mouth, subconsciously waved his hand and muttered quietly: "If you want to kill Roman, please wait for me to finish sleep-"

The aristocratic daughter suddenly felt a sense of detachment.

"Roman."

"Got it, got it," little Roman furrowed his little eyebrows in his sleep: "Please get the number and line up, next-"

“……”

……

Juta was taken aback when she first saw Antitina, and the mature mercenary leader couldn't help but frown, she watched as the strangely dressed creatures—werewolves, druids, and Simon's undead, were almost inactive under their oppression. Not to mention that they are late, it is estimated that they will not come, and I am afraid that the outcome of the battle here will not change at all. But she couldn't help but think in her heart about where these people were. She didn't know if these people were the young nobleman's subordinates, but if so, did it mean that the other party didn't believe in her at all?

Then on Fern's side, the young man should have some follow-up measures.

She took a soft breath, knowing that this was normal, but she still felt a little uncomfortable. It's as if her efforts to make up her mind are eventually denied by others, although her mind is mature and determined, she inevitably still has some expectations. Especially in the battle that night, after witnessing the young man slash Grudin, she had a faint hope in her heart, hoping that this would be an opportunity to change her fate.

Not just hers, but the entire mercenary group.

In this troubled world, there is no peace in the wandering. She hoped that the young man was a lord worth following, at least to make most of her men feel belonging. But sure enough, the nobles are all average, no matter how different they are—but they will always think about what to plan for others, so they are also full of suspicion of other people, and do not trust anyone. Even that young man can't escape this circle. The mercenary captain swept her long fiery red hair behind her ears, and became speechless at the thought of this.

But Antitina looked up at the woman, who was nearly a head taller than herself, and her face was calm and motionless, as if she did not show any weakness. These are supposed to be mercenaries that the lord has subdued? She thought, then thought for a moment, and then cleared Brando's train of thought in her mind. However, she watched the other party's every move in her eyes, and suddenly a flash of realization - I see, as if she had guessed the mind of the female mercenary leader, she said, "May I ask who you are?" ”

Yuta looked at the little girl, and although the other party was much younger than her, she still felt a faint sense of oppression. "Ah, it's another aristocratic little girl," the female mercenary group leader sneered in her heart, but when she spoke, she said in a mocking tone: "Yuta, the leader of the Shanyan mercenary group, we were sent by the lord, who are you, little girl?" ”

Temptation came.

Antitina smiled lightly in her heart, but replied without changing her face: "I am also a subordinate of the lord, to be exact, I am his chief staff. She Ping stretched out her hand: "This is Miss Roman, she is the fiancée of the lord." ”

The merchant's eldest lady yawned and rubbed her eyes sleepily—

Sure enough, Yuta's heart moved. There was also a flash of disgust and disappointment in her eyes.

This trace of disappointment and disgust did not escape the eyes of the aristocratic daughter. Sure enough, the same thought flashed in her mind as Juta, but her face changed, and she replied coldly: "But Miss Yuta, please don't be suspicious—although I am here as an adult's staff, it doesn't mean that I agree with his approach," she raised her head and looked at the mercenary leader with a cold face: "So Miss Leader, please help me tell the adult-"

"If a person thinks that by being single and putting aside a qiē, he can avoid hurting other people, I hope he can abandon this childishness. Because although I don't know what kind of person an adult wants to become, I do know that a true hero is not a saint who does not make mistakes, but a man who dares to take responsibility."

"Even if it's a bad decision, I want him to understand that a person's life doesn't just belong to him, but to the people who everyone relies on, cares about, and loves him. It's like I respect my lord's decision, but I will never forgive him for abandoning his men—"

"Also, please tell him—" Antitina paused suddenly, her gaze falling into the distance, "In this world, there is no hope and freedom that can be obtained by relying on charity without bloodshed and struggle. ”

The girl stopped, and the last words came out far away.

Moment.

Every werewolf on the city wall turned their heads, and they looked back at the noble maiden, and there was an indescribable light in their eyes.

Yuta twitched slightly, her heart moved, but she looked at the girl and asked, "What do you mean?" ”

Antitina didn't answer.

There was a dead silence above the walls—

The mercenary captain looked at Roman on the side again, and Miss Merchant just smiled sweetly at her and asked, "That, Auntie, Roman wants to ask if you have a signal arrow?" ”

Juta was stunned.

……

When the signal was raised from the west gate, a bright fire reflected the deepest part of the eyes of everyone in the city who participated in this battle—

Brando, Charles and Akane behind him stopped in an instant, and the mercenaries who followed them also stopped in an instant. Everyone subconsciously raised their heads to look at the bright light, which seemed to be a prayer, a blessing, to everyone on the battlefield. Sue them - they are victorious

Brando took a deep breath.

If he was a gambler, he thought he must be the luckiest one. Because the moment the roulette wheel stops, the hand of fate is impartial, and it just opens the door on the only road. As for what's behind the door, he may not be able to see it that far for a while, but he at least knows that he has finally won again.

From the hands of Madara and Grudin, Shengsheng took the first move.

However, at this moment, Charles looked back at his lord, and the young wizard smiled slightly: "So, after darkness - is it already dawn?" Your Excellency? ”

"No," Brando looked at the magical light and shook his head, "It's just—"

"I've seen the end."

……

(PS: The last chapter of the Dusty Kingdom, it took some time to conceive this chapter, so that's it, and I also took a break after the outbreak by the way, so that I could think about the next plot - so that I could cope with the double monthly pass that was coming soon.) Ay...... ROUND GOD BLESS ME, GODISAGIRL~")