On the grassland with heavy rain, the sky and the earth are vast, and two wolves are running wild in the torrential rain, all the way to the east, stepping out of two ravines.

In normal times, there are few wolf cavalry on the grasslands of the Arashi Basin, and when they are seen occasionally, they are all arrogant, but today these two horsemen are panicked like lost dogs, and they have lost their proud posture in the past. When I looked closer, I saw that the two were all injured and embarrassed.

They are the escaped Sam Song and his own soldiers.

Sam Song now regrets wanting to die, in fact, if it weren't for the full force of the personal soldiers who have been escorting him, he would have killed himself several times.

"My lord, as long as you live, my banner will not fall!" The soldiers ran away and comforted them bitterly

Samson shook his head in pain, and the water droplets flew wildly, and he didn't know if it was rain or tears......

"My lord, stay in the green mountains, don't be afraid of no firewood!" The soldiers persuaded again, and the literary talent became more and more flying.

Sam Song still shook his head, shook and stunned, and turned his head to look at it suspiciously.

I saw that this soldier was wearing heavy armor and heavy helmets, and he couldn't see his appearance. But that's not the point, no matter who he is, none of his subordinates are literate, how can he say such a literary thing?

"...... are you" Sammatsumoto wants to ask, "Who are you?" Unexpectedly, before he finished speaking, the pro-soldier suddenly rose from the wolf's back and flew over.

"Don't hurt my family!"

Hearing a roar in Zansong's ears, he felt that it was dark in front of him, and the pro-soldier had already pounced on him, and rolled to the ground with him in his arms.

Blind to the object, Shen Song was shocked, and after rolling a few laps, he hurriedly pushed away the pro-soldiers who were pressing on his body, and when he looked at it, he was stunned. I saw the soldier lying on the ground, with a feather arrow stuck in the back of his heart, passing through his body, and seeing that he couldn't live.

"My lord, promise me that you must ...... Live......" The pro-soldier stretched out one arm to Samsong, trembling, but couldn't grasp it, that scene, indescribable pathos.

Seeing this scene, Shen Song, who was already in pain, could no longer control his sadness, and heroic tears poured out, as soon as he grasped the one arm of his own soldier, he held him in his arms, and raised his head to the sky and let out a roar with a cry: "Why?!"

Why, just now, a group of comrades-in-arms and companions, died in the blink of an eye?! Ginseng Song hates, hates God's injustice, hates himself for being incompetent,

"Live, live......" The soldier in his arms was obviously on his deathbed, muttering and repeating the words, his voice getting softer and softer, and gradually inaudible......

"I ...... Promise you! Sam Song's decadent hand was on the face of his comrade-in-arms, but he couldn't touch his comrades-in-arms, and his tentacles were only cold of steel......

"Who is it? Who shot you? I will avenge you! Samson put down the "corpse" of his deceased comrade-in-arms and looked around with a fierce look in his eyes.

He was not disappointed, but a war horse came after him, and immediately sat a heroic night elf rider, with a bow in her left hand and an arrow in her right hand, it was the huntress Isara. Next to her warhorse, a giant bear as big as a house followed, and it was Martha!

"My lord, you promised me that you want to live, run!" There was a hard shout from his feet, and Samson was startled, and when he looked down, he saw that the soldier had "come back from the dead" and raised his hand to himself. It's just that as soon as he finished speaking, his body went limp, and he lay on the ground and didn't move again.

"Good!" Shen Song forcibly suppressed his desperate thoughts, turned around and ran into the distance, shouting in a crying voice as he ran: "I will avenge you!"

He knew that he couldn't run away, but he was still running, that was his promise to his comrades, the big husband had a promise to keep, even if he was shot from behind, he would not look back. Of course, he couldn't see that a white rune suddenly appeared behind him, and it disappeared in a flash.

There is always no shortage of miracles in this world, and Ishara did not shoot Samson, but watched the runes disappear and let the other party leave. She urged the horse to the "corpse" of the soldier, and did not saddle and dismount until she could no longer see Samson.

"Get up, you, the mission is done." Ishara kicked the "corpse" with her foot, making a "clang" sound.

It's just that the corpse didn't move.

Ishara looked at her suspiciously, then suddenly raised her foot and stomped down in the heart of the "dead corpse".

Boast.

Ishara stomped on the grass, and the "corpse" was already standing aside, taking off her helmet, revealing an old face, who was it not Old Dawson?

"I was thinking about a very deep question." Old Dawson said with a shy face.

Ishara ignored him, put her longbow back on her shoulder, and turned to straighten her harness.

Old Dawson laughed and followed Ishara, looking for her face left and right: "I wonder if one day I die in front of you, will you also hold me and cry......"

Still silent, Ishara turned on her horse, raised her whip and whipped at old Dawson, who hid with a hippie smile.

Syllable! The whip was whipped on the horse's hips, and the war horse ran with a "sigh" and ran with its hooves, and old Dawson laughed.

Laughing and laughing, his smile froze on his face.

"Isara, take me!" The old Dawson who reacted raised his legs and chased after him, but he was wrapped in a heavy armor, how could he catch up with the galloping horse, the distance between the two sides became farther and farther, and he disappeared at the end of the sky after a while.

Old Dawson stood in the rain with a steel helmet, wanting to cry without tears......

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At the same time, all the soldiers and civilians of Mochizuki Village were marching in the rain, they were not walking fast, the rain would cover their whereabouts, and the enemy was still sleeping in the barracks at the eastern end of the basin, and there would be no military situation for the time being.

Everyone was silent, and the heavy rain poured on them, strung together into bead chains, and rolled down the corners of their clothes. People's feelings are very mixed, both reluctant to leave home, and more hope for the future, after all, they are not ordinary people, but members and relatives of the Knights of the Falling Star.

In their bones, there is a burning military soul, and no matter how heavy the rain is, it can't be extinguished!

Suddenly, a shout broke the silence, and everyone looked towards the end of the queue and smiled.

It was their lord, Cheng Xiaotian, who spoke.

"I can really see it, it's amazing!" Cheng Xiaotian shouted, as if he had discovered something interesting.

Next to him sat the unhappy head of the regiment, Patton, who had now taken off his armor and wore a shabby close-fitting shirt, looking no different from an ordinary old peasant.

There was a mirror in front of Cheng Xiaotian, and a picture was reflected in it, it was a swaying prairie, and heavy wheezing could be heard.

"My brother, I will avenge you, I swear!" There was a rough oath in the mirror, and when I heard it, it was the defeated general Samson.

Cheng Xiaotian suddenly smiled and asked worriedly, "What are you ......?"

"Psychic horizons." Yu Yu reminded him.

"Yes, Psychic Vision, will this spell be noticed?" Cheng Xiaotian picked it up.

You smiled and shook her head: "Spiritual vision is a skill that only priests can master, and only priests can perceive."

"Then if an orc priest approaches him...... Cheng Xiaotian is still not at ease, there is Sam Song, a traitor with a "camera", the effect is immeasurable, Cheng Xiaotian is afraid that something will go wrong.

"Orcs practice shamanism and have no priests." Barton, who had been sitting beside Cheng Xiaotian, said with disdain on his face.

"Oh." Cheng Xiaotian's heart fell to the ground.

"But ......," Barton said, putting on a bitter gourd face that is exclusive to creditors, and said dissatisfiedly, "My lord, you have broken my sword, you must give an explanation for this, right?"