"We really want to talk to ...... Is the Lord fighting? ”

A soldier hung his head and asked softly in a hoarse voice, "And that heroic marquise?" The Great Liberator? ”

However, no one answered his question.

Because the soldiers beside him were equally desperate and demoralized. It was as if they were not soldiers but condemned prisoners, and what was in front of them was not a battlefield, but an execution ground.

No one knew better than them what kind of monster that marquise was.

It took a week to purge the druids who ruled the country from top to bottom.

The horrific group of soldiers in the crow mask under her command were barely killed. Their movements are silent and swift, and only the nimblest scouts can find the clues of their path.

As soon as a local war involving the Raven Legion begins somewhere, it is predictable that the war will end in a matter of minutes - with an overwhelming disadvantage on the Druids' side.

If this is because the marquisess has always attacked the weak with her excellent dispatch and command, and concentrated her superior forces to win successive battles...... However, the fact that the Marquises's legions were everywhere from the beginning, and at the same time waged war throughout the country-

Otherwise, it would not be possible to deport all the druids of a country in less than a week. and destroy all those who resist.

Not only the druids, but also some of the evil gods hiding in the countryside of Karar have been unearthed.

The very existence of this kind of power that is enough to crush other divine arts is a miracle.

No one is going to try to fight against the power of absolutes.

In the extremely dull atmosphere, the soldier who had just opened his mouth could not help but feel his throat tight, and his tongue was dry.

In the lifeless ranks, he showed a miserable pale smile: "We can't win...... You can't win! ”

"We're all going to die! All will die, and no one will go back alive! ”

He roared hysterically and wailed.

The Overseer, who was walking in front, paused slightly, and turned his head expressionlessly.

The whole team was stunned. Everyone in front of them turned their gazes.

Subconsciously, the soldier's heartbeat accelerated for a moment due to fear, but he immediately realized that there was nothing to be afraid of.

It was like ordering the peasants to launch a counter-charge against the charging cavalry - after they received the order from the Grand Duke, they understood what their "mission" was.

The only thing they could get in exchange for this life was to smear the heroic name of the Marquisess with a heavy stain.

They were all ordinary soldiers, without the slightest speciality. If nothing else, they will train ordinarily and die uneventful. Their lives have no meaning in the slightest, and they don't play a special role.

They are one of the "tens of thousands of cavalry" that often appears in history books. Nor can there be anything to refer to the great feats that others remember.

But even they are unwilling to usher in such an aggrieved ending.

To die for the sake of conspiracy is the fate of the assassin, not the fate of the warrior. They have lived a bright and upright life all their lives, but in the end, they have not even been able to usher in the end of their ultimate mission as a warrior - dying on the battlefield.

"What are we? What are we doing?! ”

For the first time, the average soldier had the courage to stand up to the Overseers.

With tears streaming down his face, he shouted hoarsely at the Overseers who were slowly walking towards him, "Why should we fight the heroes? Why do we have to fight her! ”

"I adore her! She's my idol! ”

The soldiers shouted loudly in a voice that bordered on crying.

Suddenly, among the hundreds of soldiers, a black atmosphere began to spread.

Helga is the hero of all, not a few people.

She had saved all of Karal, but now the Grand Duke was going to eradicate her, to slander her—

How can this be allowed?

At that moment, however, the Overseers moved in front of him like a black tower.

The moment he saw the Overseer raise his right hand, he reflexively flashed his head back - he almost thought he was going to be slapped in the face.

Eventually, however, the Overseer simply put his hand on his shoulder and let out a long sigh.

"I know...... Soldier, I know. ”

The Overseer grinned and uttered a deep, gruff voice, "I understand your feelings...... the Liberator Helgar is also my idol. ”

Hearing this, the soldier's eyes lit up slightly: "That's not as good as ......"

"- Shut up, soldier! Pay attention to your identity! We are soldiers of the principality! ”

The Overseer's expression froze, and the soldier shuddered.

"We are soldiers, and then we are soldiers - we are called to obey orders! Instead of competing for glory! ”

With that, the Overseer's steely right hand on top of the soldier gently smashed the soldier's shoulder, and solemnly pressed his right hand to his chest, "We are the White Wolf Legion!" It's the last barrier for Karal! Eternal loyalists - the white wolf never retreats! ”

"We might die here...... No, we're going to die here for sure! But our tombstones will be inscribed with the words 'They are from the loyal White Wolf Legion, may their spirits be guided'...... We are heroes too! ”

"But ......"

"That's enough, boy."

The Overseer shook his head in disappointment, not wanting to pay any attention to the stubborn boy.

He was both an overseer and a gendarme. If it had been on weekdays, he would have killed this kid on the spot for desertion.

But today is different. A kind of exhaustion welled up from the bottom of his heart, and he didn't want to worry about this stupid guy.

Anyway, they are going to die today, and it is nothing more than the difference between dying early and dying late.

Before he died, he didn't want to do any more killing. In his life, he has taken enough lives.

Seeing a pair of stubborn and desperate eyes, the Overseer decided to do one last good deed at the end of his life.

That's right, good deeds--

In his opinion, there is nothing better than making people die with a smile on their faces with hope.

"You know what, we might really become legends." The Overseer spoke.

"Legends?"

The soldier laughed to himself.

But the Overseer shook his head, "It's really possible for us to be heroes. Because Her Excellency the Liberator has said that she will only send one person this time-"

"Doesn't that mean she's going to go into battle herself?"

"No, this time she's going to be someone else. It was clear that she was going to create a new miracle. The miracle of destroying all those who resist with only one person. ”

As if realizing something, the soldier's lips twitched slightly, but in the end he didn't say anything.

"That's right, we can do the last thing...... Soldier, do you believe that we can create miracles with our own hands - new miracles with this useless life that will be lost sooner or later. ”

As if he had been persuaded to do so, the Overseer's eyes twinkled: "We may not be famous, but we exalt the greater, so that the miracles in which we have participated will last forever - something we cannot do with many times our lives." This is also the greatest resistance we can make to the Grand Duke. ”

"How's that, soldier? Do you dare? ”

Hearing this, the soldiers looked at each other and laughed inexplicably.

One by one, they walked up to him like old friends, patting the normally unattainable Overseer on the shoulder and hugging him.

"Ah, of course."

"And rightfully so."

"You're the one who doesn't dare, right?"

After people hugged each other, smiled and prayed to each other, they paused slightly, and inexplicably focused their eyes on a certain place.

There was no one here before. But at some point, a black-haired girl in a blood-red dress stood there.

"Please don't be nervous, miss."

The Overseer smiled and said, his voice full of open-mindedness, "We're not going to resist. If only you come and kill us...... Of course, I hope you try to be as gentle as possible. ”

"That's right, pretty young lady, please do it lightly."

"It's just a cheap life—"

"We're really not going to resist. Please don't be careful. ”

Saying this, everyone looked at it with a smile, as if they were looking forward to their own death.

"You ...... These people are really interesting. ”

The black-haired girl was silent for a long time, and then laughed softly: "Don't worry, I won't let you have the slightest pain." ”

"That's good...... By the way, if we choose to resist, will it cause you some trouble? ”

The Overseer asked the dark-haired girl, and the look in his eyes hinted at something.

The black-haired girl looked at the expectant eyes of the soldiers, and the light of nostalgia flashed in her eyes.

"Ah, of course. I'm just an ordinary weak woman, how can I beat so many of you. ”

She spoke gently, "I thank you in my name, Elukado. ”

"--Really, thank you for this miracle."

The moment she spoke, the young soldiers' eyes flashed with a dazzling glint of redemption.

In that instant, their deaths took on meaning. (To be continued.) )