"From now on, I relinquish the post of commander of the squadron of Longinus. But personally, I will never surrender! Margaret, who had woken up, quickly learned from the wolf cavalry beside her what had happened during her coma, and then jumped off the wolf, strode over to Moriarty and the old werewolf, and said coldly, but her eyes were never turned to old Crow with anger.

Hearing Margaret's words, the old werewolf straightened his back slightly, and wanted to speak. However, it was preempted by Moriarty.

"Say, how can I get you to surrender, former commander of Longinus' squadron." Instead of his usual calmness, Moriarty said to Margaret in an almost defiant tone: "I respect those opponents who have a tenacious fighting spirit, but I also despise certain child soldiers who do not know the importance of it. Your words reminded me of the pitiful cry of a helpless raven in the cold of winter, and it had no meaning other than piercing. ”

"What did you say!? You cowardly human who only plays tricks and tricks! Who do you say are child soldiers? Barely before Moriarty's words landed before Margaret roared at the mage in a fit of rage. Perhaps since birth, it is the first time that someone dares to face and humiliate a female werewolf so blatantly.

"Isn't it? Or is it the fine tradition of Wolfgang to lead one's own soldiers to the abyss of death, which is unquestionable? Moriarty smiled coldly.

"You!" For some reason, the werewolf was a little speechless at this question, but she was even more annoyed and angry.

"Think my words are unpleasant? Hehe, it's okay, I'll give you a chance, challenge me. We're one-on-one, how's that? I don't bully recruit eggs. Moriarty didn't seem to see the burning anger in the werewolf's eyes, and still said coldly: "I also want to add, I won't use the magic crossbow arrows just now, lest others say that I am bullying the small." ”

"Bastard! You're the rookie egg! In the face of Moriarty's continuous ridicule, Margaret only felt that her lungs were about to explode, and the hot blood continued to burn her breath like a raging fire, and it was close to boiling: "You are just a small second-level mage, what else would you do except that explosive arrow?" ”

"Want to know? Then give it a try. I've already said it, one-on-one. With that, Moriarty turned and walked briskly behind a hill on the south bank, ignoring the werewolf.

"Excellent! Since you want to die, see how I cut off your head! Margaret looked at Moriarty's back, gritted her silver teeth, and chased after her in a few steps.

"Everybody stays where they are, waiting for me to come back. I'm talking about, everyone! ”

At this time, Moriarty, who was far away, suddenly turned his head and shouted to everyone. Immediately, White, who had also wanted to catch up, stopped. The old werewolf on the other side sighed deeply and left the wolf cavalry in place, while he watched the backs of the two slowly disappear behind the hillock.

"Do you need to bring your wolf here?" Standing twenty meters behind the knoll opposite the werewolf, Moriarty raised her head slightly, looked at Margaret, and smiled softly: "Maybe in this way, you can be more brave." ”

"Humph!"

As if she already knew that her eloquence could not compete with the opponent's poisonous tongue at all, the female werewolf who stood in the gladiatorial arena actually endured it stiffly, just pulled out her golden scimitar, pointed straight at the opponent, and did not say a superfluous word.

"Hehe, that's good." Moriarty smiled again and nodded, "Then, come on." ”

"Kill!"

Before the other party's word "bar" could be completely spoken, Margaret had already shouted angrily, and rushed towards Moriarty with a knife. …,

With a distance of twenty meters, under the full sprint of the female werewolf, I am afraid that it will not take three seconds to cross lightly. Moreover, at this moment, Margaret, who was mad, took such a big step that she almost used her strength to rush forward, almost wishing to come to Moriarty in an instant and cut him down.

However, just as Margaret took the tenth step and landed on the ground, a miniature swamp phantage suddenly enveloped her slender calves.

Suddenly, the unexpected stall and the near-horizontal forward posture collided violently, and the balance of the female werewolf's body was completely broken.

It was as if she had returned to her youngest years, and Margaret, who had long forgotten what wrestling was like, fell in front of her greatest enemy in life, and fell hard, no different from a lame dog.

The rough sand and sharp pebbles were like files, lightly scratching rude scars on the female werewolf who fell straight out. If it weren't for the protection of the red leather armor and the cover of the nose helmet, I am afraid that after such a heavy fall, Margaret's body and face would have been dripping with blood.

And just as the werewolf stubbornly rose from the ground with a stream of tears, ready to launch another undying charge against the hateful enemy, a swift figure blew beside her like the most bitter cold wind. And along with this figure, there was also a red, sharp blade with a slight flame aura.

Seeing the dagger lightly pointed in front of her lips, Margaret pursed her lips tightly, her eyes full of humiliation and unwillingness. At this moment, she didn't even dare to look up at the owner of the short sword. Because she was afraid, afraid that the other party would once again give her an intolerable humiliation and blow. And this time, Margaret didn't have any words to respond.

In this way, Red Lips and the dagger confronted each other silently for a few seconds. Suddenly, the werewolf took a deep breath and lifted her slender neck and slammed it into the blade.

"Smack!"

In the end, the fragile throat was unable to embrace the merciless blade. However, an unusually loud slap knocked the werewolf to the ground again, and even the helmet made of fine iron was knocked out together.

"Coward! Stupid woman! Ignorant beast! Moriarty looked at the werewolf who was sitting on the ground, her long golden hair spreading out like a waterfall, and said coldly: "You didn't take your soldiers to death just now, and now you plan to send them to death yourself?" Is it? ”

Margaret didn't answer him, just held her knees with one hand, grabbed a handful of sand with the other, and hung her head blankly.

"Death? How brave, how great! To be able to defy a terrible death is nothing short of a heroic feat. Sue me, do you think so? Moriarty stepped up and stood at the werewolf's feet and continued.

Margaret remained silent, just pressed her head lower, almost to her thighs.

"But in reality, you're just a coward! A despicable coward! Just by virtue of a stupid spirit, as soon as his head is hot and his eyes are closed, he uses his neck to fight with the sword. Hehe. Speaking of this, Moriarty smiled coldly again: "I want to retract what I just said: you are not a child soldier, you are just a doll." Because you don't know what the meaning of honor and sacrifice is, you don't deserve to be called a 'soldier'. ”

"Uhhhhhh

Finally, under the series of Morarty's vicious words, Margaret could no longer bear it, and burst into tears, and then howled uncontrollably.

"Even if... Even if you beat me... But... You can't insult me like that! Trying to open her teary eyes, the werewolf raised her head and cried out to Moriarty. …,

"Insulting you? If my words make you feel humiliated, then your actions make me feel disgusted! Moriarty looked at Margaret with tears in her eyes without pity.

"Uhhhhhh

"In my opinion, you're too bad a pawn. In terms of force, Valyosha of the barbaric totem is ten times stronger than you; As for conductors, you don't even have the qualifications to apprentice Mr. Clausewitz. All you saw was that your lieutenant knocked you unconscious, and then accepted my offer. But did you know that it was a veteran who gave up his most cherished honor just to save someone's life? You don't even know that the moment this veteran surrendered to me, he had already made up his mind to wash away his shame with his own death, and at the same time to fight for Longinus a chance to turn defeat into victory and save his reputation. And you? What have you done for your men and squadrons? Take them to death? Or continue to sprinkle a handful of salt on the wounds of veterans with indifference and anger? As if in a storm, Moriarty almost rebuked the werewolf in front of him in a loud manner, perhaps Margaret's disrespectful gaze at Clausewitz just now really made him angry.

"To tell you the truth, I didn't dare to kill you at first. If we send another squadron of Wolfgang to hell, I'm afraid that the Doro caravan and I will not be able to set foot in the hurricane wasteland again. That's why I will force you to surrender. But now, I don't bother to kill you. You may have a close relationship with one of Wolfgang's magnates, but in my eyes, you are far inferior to the wolf cavalry who have died in the Sandos River, the wolf cavalry who follow you bravely in the face of life and death, and the wolf cavalry who will use their bodies to form shields to protect you in the face of danger. Compared to these true warriors, you are as small as dust. ”

As if he had said too much in one breath, at this point, Moriarty suddenly sighed deeply and stopped. Then, after another pause, Moriarty took a piece of cloth from his sleeve and threw it at Margaret's lap, then turned and walked away slowly toward the river.

About ten meters away, a soft choking suddenly came from behind him.

"I'm sorry, I was wrong!"

"I didn't hear clearly." Moriarty stopped, but didn't look back, just waited.

"I'm sorry, I was wrong!" This time, the werewolf shouted with all her might, at Moriarty, at the squadron of Longinus in the direction of the river, and even more at the werewolf warriors who had disappeared in the Sandos River.

"Let's go, let's go together."

After a moment of silence, Moriarty turned around, walked back to Margaret's side, and held her hand

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