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"Two, boy." Roland grinned and handed the long sword in his hand a few points into his opponent's body. Metal slices through muscles and cells, soaking up hot blood. The knightly swords made by Desmond's blacksmith apprentices may be a little ugly, but the dead-eyed ones absolutely don't know what it means to cut corners. Roland had also complained about the abstract shape of these knightly swords, but now it was up to each other to win or lose.

"But, compared to me, you are far behind."

"Hmph."

The anger and body of both sides have been exhausted in the fierce battle just now, and the bandit leader knows very well that if the opponent still has the strength now, he will definitely kill himself with a single sword, instead of wanting to use words to fight his will like now. However, the sharpness of the opponent's sword was far beyond his imagination, and although he still relied on his anger to send his long sword into the opponent's body. However, his injuries were much more serious than those of the other party. The metal slanted through the lobes of his lungs, and his mouth was full of blood, but he still didn't say anything.

The bandit leader only felt that the sky in front of him was getting darker and darker, and a biting coldness was slowly surging from the soles of his feet to his head. His world slowly turned into pitch black.

He was very unwilling, and he still had a lot of things to do. He gave up his honor, and the opportunity he finally got was given, but the god of death would not listen to the roar of a mortal.

"Huh" saw the pupils of the other party's eyes dilated. Losing the last shred of life, Roland exhaled a long breath. The strength of his body seemed to leave his body with this breath. The pain and exhaustion, which had been unnoticed in the heat of battle, began to slowly blur his will.

No, no. Can't sleep here.

Roland's vision was blurry, and he gritted his teeth and slid his hand on his long sword. The high-quality longsword produced by Desmond cut through the knight's skin in an instant, and blood slowly flowed down the blade. Roland struck a sharp blow, and with the pain, he finally stood up.

Fang Cai's battle was short and brutal, and neither side expected that the other side would be so difficult. And the result of a reluctant battle. Naturally, it is a lose-lose situation. Roland defeated the leader of the other party, but Roland's soldiers also fell to the land of Desmond forever.

"Hey, wake up"

"Don't sleep, get up"

Roland shook the young men's bodies one by one, but there was a dead silence in his answer. Not long ago, these little bastards who were laughing and scolding with him and joking with each other are now lying on the ground one by one. There was no sound. Even Roland, who is accustomed to seeing life and death, is cold in his heart, and the anger of the robber leader cannot be underestimated, even if the master is dead. But they were still in Roland's body, constantly destroying his body. And in Roland's body, there is no anger to suppress them anymore.

"Really. I'm going to be with you soon, so sad about it" Roland rubbed his eyes. I want to make the blurred vision in front of me a little clearer, "People are old." It's useless."

At this moment, Roland heard a soft sob. Roland's heart moved, wondering if there was something wrong with his increasingly dull ears. But seconds later, when he heard the suppressed cry again, he finally knew that it wasn't his delusion.

Roland threw down the sword in his hand and crawled in the direction of the cry. And what appeared in front of him was Kemparella, who was lying in a pool of blood. Roland leaned down tremblingly and grabbed his wrist.

Thankfully, the pulse was still beating, albeit slightly. The veteran Youzi knows that this means that the other party is still saved. Although he has lost so much blood, a young man like Kemparella may be able to survive it.

With a tear, Roland tore off a sleeve and bandaged the clown. With great difficulty, he turned the unconscious Kemparela over, revealing his pale face. Perhaps it was too much blood loss, and the young man's face turned pale, making one wonder if he would die the next moment.

But as long as you live, there is always hope. He won't be able to do it, but if they don't go back for too long, Lord Sinloth will definitely send someone out to look for him. Then Kemparera him

However, to Roland's surprise, there are two girls under Kemparella, and the other can only be said to be girls. The younger girl had already fainted, and her cute little face was red with Kemparela's blood without realizing it. The other girl, on the other hand, looked at herself with her eyes wide open. Only sobbing from time to time still shows that the girl is still alive.

It's just that the body still follows instinct. The soul, however, seems to have abandoned this body that has not yet died.

"I'm sorry" Roland grabbed the girl's hand, tears mixed with blood rolling down, "I'm sorry, I'm the one who bothered you"

In Roland's eyes, although the sun has not shifted, the world has become dim a little. The knight held the girl's hand tightly, and his face was extremely remorseful, but it seemed to bring a trace of relief.

"It's all my fault, thank God for letting me find you, please don't die"

Although he didn't know what Sinloth wanted to do, his fierce expression like a cat with his tail stepped on still blocked William's questions in his throat. The duke, who had been hungry for two days, had not eaten, and was dragged by Sinloth to gather his men.

William's personal guards were stationed outside Desmond Castle, and the elite guards were also very fast. But when the two of them arrived at their destination with sparks and lightning all the way with their men, it was already nearly an hour later.

"We seem to be late." William sighed and jumped off his horse.

There are all corpses in sight, and William is also a duke who has led soldiers, although the scene is extremely tragic, he will not be as frightened as those noble ladies, but the tragic situation in front of him still makes people feel desolate. There were severed limbs and stumps everywhere, and blood seemed to be the cheapest fuel, smearing the ground, but probably only the Grim Reaper would like this kind of tasteless image. William walked among the corpses, searching for possible survivors.

Based on his experience, this should be the endgame after the three-way Centaur merger.

The largest group of them, though most of them were in the prime of life and carried clubs and other self-defense items, but judging by their shabby clothes and scrawny bodies, they must have been ordinary farmers. And judging by the small packages they are carrying, it seems that they are moving?

The second group of people, although they wear simple equipment, but most of them do not fit well, and the origin of these equipment is worth studying. Judging from the position on the battlefield, the second group encountered the farmers by chance on the way, and then a battle broke out between the two sides for unknown reasons. And clearly, the farmers were no match for them.

The third group is easy to recognize, whether it is their standard armor or longsword, it shows that they are Desmond's guards. In William's experience, Desmond's guards should have arrived last. happened to block the second group of people, and the two sides immediately started a desperate fight.

The second group of people, presumably robbers. From what William had seen in Desmond, the county was slowly becoming richer, and it didn't have enough guardians to keep it safe for the time being, so it was normal to attract some ill-intentioned people. It's just a normal robber, and it is impossible for all of them to wear armor.

William flipped over a dead robber and examined the leather armor carefully. It's been a few years, but the leather armor is in good condition - it's not normal. Leather armor was never too strong a piece of equipment, and in the event of a battle, it was bound to break. And the one in front of me is obviously a certain number of years.

Generally speaking, this is only the case with leather armor stored in the storeroom. Then, the origin of this group of people is very interesting.

"What are you still doing in a daze!" William may have had the leisure to think about where these people came from, but Sinloth was clearly not in the mood. Looking at the Desmond soldiers who fell to the ground, the viscount's heart was like a knife. The dark eyes silently turned into brilliant gold. The red bird kept flapping its wings in it, trying to get out of its eyes, but it was bound by an invisible force and couldn't move.

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