()

"Spare your life, spare your life. ”

Kelda, who had received a few heavy punches, was already very confused. But in order to survive, he never gave up begging for mercy.

However, Vincent would never allow such people to live.

He dragged Kelda's cloak collar again and walked to a more remote corner.

But just when Vincent had just walked a few steps, a male voice came into Vincent's ears from far and near.

"Wait a minute, please. ”

Vincent turned back with a professional smirk on his face and said with a smile, "Is there something wrong?" ”

Arthurs was so startled by Vincent's smirk that he unconsciously took a step back.

Then, he saw Kelda in Vincent's hand, and as Vincent turned, he threw it like a broken doll to Vincent's right hand where he was holding him.

Perhaps Vincent's capture of Kelda was too neat and easy.

Arthurs kept a relatively safe distance from Vincent.

He was so nervous that he swallowed a mouthful of saliva before he said the reason why he opened his mouth to stop Vincent: "Uh, Lord Vincent, I hope you can bypass Kelda's life for the time being. ”

"Why? Also, didn't you hear what he said?" Vincent shook his hand at the unconscious Kelda, emphasizing his words.

"I heard you very clearly, but that didn't stop you from sparing his life," Arthurs patiently continued:

"Personally, I don't think it's better to put him to death in the wild and become the excrement of monsters. It is better to bring him back to the Bitter Cold Fortress, use his remaining heat, fight for the Empire, and sacrifice his life for the Terrans. ”

Vincent then nodded in agreement: "A way to maximize waste utilization, very good. ”

Arthurs thought Vincent agreed with him, so he said in a happy tone: "Then let's take him with us and leave this place as soon as possible." ”

Vincent sneered, but the indifference in his tone made Arthurs think that he had fallen into some ice cave.

"It's a good way, but I don't think he deserves it. ”

After Vincent finished speaking calmly, he raised the one-handed axe in his hand, and then fell with a cold axe light.

Even in the howling wind, Arthurs could easily hear a voice, a screech that was close to piercing the air because it was so fast that it slashed.

"Wait a minute......" Arthur Spin raised his hand, hoping to make Vincent give up on executing Kelda for the time being.

It's a pity that Kelda ended up being separated from her head and body.

Arthurs looked a little ugly as he watched Vincent get back to the sleigh.

When Kelda died, he had to be busy.

First of all, for Ciri alone, Arthurs needs to be patient enough to explain it to her in detail.

......

The improvised barricades formed by the haphazard placement of logs were soon easily moved aside by several warriors.

It took the long-stagnant bobsleigh team to hit the road.

Inside an enclosed sled.

"Arthurs, you can't leave his body on this icy wasteland. ”

"I know, but the most important thing we need to do right now is to get out of here and go back to Asgard to rest until the weather improves. ”

"But......" Ciri still wanted to argue for something.

It's just that Arthurs's next words made her feel as if she had fallen into a river of ice.

"Kelda is here for us, and he is attacking the caravan for you, for us. ”

"What's more, if that man named Vincent really wants to kill you and me, I'm afraid it won't take long. ”

With a glimmer of hope, Ciri retorted, "Kelda is a magician, and we are magicians too. ”

Arthurs smiled bitterly: "One is a magician who is on the list of deaths in the Bitter Cold Fortress and can control monsters. The other two were friends of the magician in a sense. ”

"Have you ever thought about it? If we defend Kelda too much, will the military at Chill Fortress choose to help us, or will they choose to cooperate with them who killed Kelda?"

Ciri sat down angrily and said no more, and as she gradually calmed down, she weighed the pros and cons a little and made the clearest choice.

A sled team galloping towards the small town of Asgar in the face of the wind and snow. In addition to an extra head that was considered a trophy, and a lot of snow.

It's not much different from when you first left the cave.

It was getting dark, but the wind was still strong.

But the snow was much better than the rain in the morning, when it was impossible to see.

Soon, the night when you have to stop and rest is coming.

This time, Ghosn chose to camp in a sheltered valley.

The height of the valley is not high, and it is 100% impossible to form a natural disaster such as an avalanche.

Taniguchi is also very large, so you don't have to worry about being blocked by someone casually.

After dinner, everyone gathered around the bonfire, silently roasting the fire to expel the cold in their bodies.

"Vincent, aren't you afraid?" Jean, who was sitting next to Vincent's left, broke the silence and asked Vincent.

"Afraid, afraid of what?" Vincent's expression was contemptuous, and his tone was disapproving.

"That's a magician, a magician who can control monsters. Jean emphasised vehemently twice.

"An idiot mage who dares to act alone before reaching the fourth order. Vincent scoffed.

"Maybe it's just the two of you who dare to say that. Jean bowed his head and said in regret.

For Jean, it started since he chose to be like most people, trembling under the majesty of a magician.

The relationship between him and Vincent will never return to the original closeness.

Vincent took a sip of hot water and asked Jean meaningfully, "Jean, do you think the profession of a magician is strong?"

Jean said flatly: "Of course. ”

"Is that the Kelda strong that we easily solved?" Vincent shook his glass, his eyes fixed on the flickering fire.

Jean hesitated for a second, then said seriously: "Well, it's not strong." ”

Therefore, whether the profession is strong or not has little to do with the profession itself. What can really be called powerful is the professional himself. ”

Vincent said with emotion, and couldn't help but glance at Vensey, who was sitting on his right.

Coincidentally, Avinsi happened to be looking at him as well.

As the number one legendary elemental, Vincent has a particularly deep personal understanding of the profession of elemental.

Don't look at his infinite scenery on the surface, but he only has five words for those elemental envoys who have teammates to protect him when he goes out.

Envy, jealousy, hatred.

Although it has been said that Vincent's eventual emergence as the First Elemental Envoy is closely related to his way of fighting, often alone.

But the taste of this is only known to Vincent.

In every battle, Vincent had to worry about too much.

Is the mental strength enough? Will someone sneak attack? Once you encounter a sneak attacker, will you fight or run, and so on.

In certain areas where indiscriminate attacks are allowed, Vincent must keep an eye on his surroundings every time he casts a spell.

I'm afraid that I'll run into the kind of team composed of a few stalkers who specialize in hunting the Lone Ranger.