Demon Sha walked two steps away from the archer, the big sword in his hand was raised high, the fighting energy on his body was running wildly, and a sword light more than two meters long appeared on the sword, and then suddenly swung down and slashed at Mekas's right leg, if it was hit, then Mekas's right leg would definitely turn into powder.

Just when the demon thought that Mercas was in danger, he saw him staring behind him, and a strange expression appeared on his face. The demon immediately jumped to the side, and at the same time the big sword slashed backwards, but he didn't touch anything, and he suddenly felt bad and was fooled!

At this moment, a strong wind appeared from behind him, and he tried to dodge but it was too late.

"Whew!"

The sound of a sharp weapon entering the flesh sounded, and the demon turned his head with difficulty to look back, only to see Mercas leaning in pain against the iron-backed ox, his right leg had completely disappeared, and red blood continued to flow from the severed limb, leaving a puddle of blood on the ground in a few moments. On Mecas's left hand, however, there is a small hand crossbow.

"Poof!"

The demon opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood, and the red blood exuded a strong stench, and said with difficulty:

"Poisonous!"

Then he quickly sat down with his legs crossed, and used his fighting qi to suppress the poison in his body. And Mercas also lost too much blood, and his left hand holding the crossbow was constantly trembling. He pressed the crossbow with his legs, then pulled the bowstring hard with his left hand, and picked up a crossbow arrow in his right hand to try to buckle it.

"Humph!"

Suddenly, a soft grunt came from the meditating magician, who stood up with a pale face, and struggled with his right hand to hold the staff to keep his body from falling. He glanced at the demon demon who was suppressing the poison in his body, and said to Karl on the side:

"Go and cut off Mekas's arms!"

Karl looked at Mekath, who was struggling to load his crossbow arrows, and then looked back at the pale mage, and couldn't help but hesitate.

"What? Do you want to betray your grown? ”

The magician looked at him suspiciously, and said with a disdainful face, "Don't forget, you are a traitor in their eyes, and even if you go back now, you will still be a traitor!" ”

"Traitor?"

Karl lowered his head and muttered to himself, he seemed to see the corpses all over the yard, glamorous and dazzling blood all over the ground, the corpses of his parents, his brother's, his sister's, Grandpa Gal's family, their eyes were full of anger and despair, a small figure hid in the secret room behind the bookshelf, and did not dare to come out until everyone came.

He looked at the corpses all over the ground, and secretly swore in his heart that he would take revenge! He plastered his face, tore his clothes, and got out of a dog hole in the backyard. Standing on the street, his heart was full of confusion, a rich young master who came from a small coat to reach out for food and open his mouth, he didn't know what to do next.

After more than a month of wandering, he came to the royal capital, where flowers are blooming, pedestrians on the road are weaving, and cars are flowing like dragons. There are many small vendors on the street who spread a piece of cloth on the ground and put various small goods on it to sell on the roadside.

Smelling the aroma of food emanating from the roadside restaurant, he couldn't help but swallow his saliva with difficulty after more than a month, and forced his bone-eating appetite to leave quickly. It's just that he just walked a few steps when he heard an exclamation around him, a strong wind behind him, and then he only felt a sharp pain in his back, and the whole person fell into a coma.

When he woke up again, he found that he was lying on the bed, the familiar softness made his heart trance, as if he had returned to that day, when everyone was still there, the dazzling red had not yet sprinkled the entire house, he had not wandered unkempt, forced food with wild dogs and wild cats, and had not been chased and beaten for stealing a steamed bun.

"Kid, are you okay?"

A kind and gentle voice sounded in his ears, and he turned his head to see an old man with gray hair and a mysterious aura all over his body.

For more than ten years, he continued to practice with the old man. The old man not only taught him cultivation, but also taught him things in life, how to behave in the world, and taught him various etiquette.

He also lived up to expectations, becoming a king at the age of twenty and an emperor at the age of thirty, and became the best genius of the younger generation in the kingdom. At the same time, he also joined the kingdom's most mysterious unit, Darkblade, and became a member of Darkblade, secretly maintaining the stability of the country.

Ever since he joined Darkblade, he has used Darkblade's resources to gather information and investigate the murder case that year. The hard work paid off, and after months of investigation, he finally found the murderer. But one of them made him hesitate a little. Ninos Sver, deputy commander of the cavalry regiment under the sword god Smider, is a mid-ranking imperial knight.

He killed several other officials involved in the incident, but when it was Ninos' turn, he didn't know what to do. But because of the deaths of those officials, Ninos became alert and eventually discovered his true identity. Ninos did not attack him, but reported his killing of those officials through Smith, because the dead officials were all from the line of the great prince, so the great prince hated him to the core, directly charged him with a traitor, and notified the whole continent, so that he fled from the royal capital like a lost dog.

"Don't forget who forced you to be like this? And your hatred! ”

The magician whispered in his ear, "Those people are not dead!" ”

"He's not dead yet, I want revenge!"

Carl muttered to himself, his eyes turning blood-red, and a black gas hovering over his head.

"I want revenge!"

He let out a violent roar, and the whole person turned into an afterimage and rushed towards Merkath, who hurriedly picked up the crossbow he had just made and pointed it at him, pulled the trigger with his fingers, and the crossbow arrow shot straight into Karl's chest.

The smug smile on the face of the magician standing behind him, and the pale color on his face disappeared without a trace, only to see the ten fingers of his hands trembling, and a few thin black threads connecting his fingers to Carl.

Although Karl fell into a rage, his fighting instinct was still there, and he saw him break his sword to block the crossbow arrow in his chest, and then his body did not stop, and appeared in front of Mecas in an instant. The fighting spirit frantically poured into the broken sword, and suddenly a sword ray stretched out from the broken blade and stabbed him fiercely into the heart.

Just when Merkas thought that he was going to die, the dying iron-backed ox suddenly moved, and Merkas, who was leaning against it, suddenly fell on his back, just avoiding the sword, but the sword stabbed into the belly of the iron-backed ox, and the powerful fighting spirit sword squeezed its internal organs to pieces.

"No!"

Merkas let out a cry of grief, and then smashed the crossbow in his hand into the stunned Karl, who broke the crossbow with a swing of his sword, and then swung his sword at Mercas.