"My name is: Moriarty. Ensberg. Moriarty replied as he returned the cutlass to the old werewolf.

"Okay, I've got that, Moriarty. If I'm not mistaken, you and your followers killed Gordon, right? With that kind of magic crossbow bolt just now? The old werewolf withdrew the scimitar, stretched out his left hand, which had been missing a finger, and gently brushed the cold iron blade, and asked with his head slightly lowered.

"Yes. The Ogre Shaman of the Savage Totem is a formidable opponent worthy of respect, and I can't keep my hands on each other's survival between the battle arrays. Although it was the first time he had heard the name from the old wolf's mouth, Moriarty knew exactly who he was referring to, and he had no intention of denying it.

"You're very honest." After receiving the answer, the old werewolf raised his green eyes and looked directly at the other party: "Gordon is an old friend of mine for many years, so I am determined to avenge him." If you don't want to be beheaded by me on another day, I advise you to kill me now. As a captive, I will not resist. ”

With that, the old werewolf snapped the cutlass back at Moriarty's feet, and then closed his eyes heavily. And his words immediately caused a commotion and chaos among the wolf riders of Longinus's squadron.

"Hehe, are the veteran officers of Wolfgang as interesting as you? Or is it ruthless? Completely ignoring the blade thrown in front of him, Moriarty looked at the old werewolf with interest and smiled.

"What do you mean?" As if he was slightly deflated and embarrassed after being seen through by the other party's intentions, the old werewolf opened his eyes again and asked in a rhetorical voice.

"If I'm not mistaken, you must have served in the 'Milon Staff' of the late 'Duke Eugen', right?" Ignoring the old werewolf's somewhat angry question, Moriarty changed the subject and asked to himself: "And the rank should not be low, maybe it is a midshipman staff officer?" ”

"Young man, I am amazed by your imagination and insight. Sue me, how did you make such a judgment? Hearing Moriarty's question, the old werewolf showed surprise in front of humans for the first time, as if some of the deepest secrets in his heart had made a stranger speak at once.

"It's your helmet that sues me." Seeing that he had finally made the extremely difficult opponent in front of him have some emotional fluctuations, Moriarty couldn't help but secretly breathe a sigh of relief, but his expression remained calm and indifferent.

"Helmet... I see. Unexpectedly, no one in the kingdom remembered the 'Fluffy Little Round Helmet', but a human can recognize it at a glance. It seems that it is not without reason that Krulord has been suppressed by Erathia for a thousand years. ”

Hearing Moriarty's explanation, the old werewolf suddenly seemed to have some irrepressible sadness, which seemed so abnormal to this old soldier who had always been calm and indifferent. Sighing softly again, the old werewolf took off his old but unusually bright little round helmet from his head, held it in his hand, and stroked it gently.

"I'm just a shallow history buff, and I also know a little about military affairs, so I have great respect for the Milon Staff Department founded by Duke Eugen thirty-five years ago, so I pay special attention to some documents related to it." Moriarty looked at the old werewolf and his tone softened.

"Admiration?" As if a little surprised by Moriarty's words, the old werewolf couldn't help but glance at the other party.

"Yes, admiration." Moriarty repeated it in an unquestioning tone, and continued: "I think that if it weren't for the unfortunate untimely death of Duke Eugen because of that accident, the name of the Milon Staff would have resounded throughout the Antagreich continent. It's a pity that with the death of the duke, there was little news about Mi Long in the next twenty or thirty years. ”…,

"Hehe, you're the first person I've ever heard say that, and you're a human from Erathia. What a heart-wrenching irony! Hehe, unexpectedly... The old werewolf looked at Moriarty and said word by word, as if laughing and crying.

"Perhaps the successive military ministers of your country did not realize the great value of the General Staff, and wasted and slackened it. I have to say that this is a huge loss for the Krulod Kingdom, but it is also a beautiful luck for the Erathia Kingdom. Moriarty continued objectively.

"Do you really understand the value of Miktoron? Young mage? The old werewolf didn't seem to believe Moriarty's assessment, and perhaps he thought it was just a clever enemy deliberately making up some kind of ulterior motives, and Moriarty's own identity was not a soldier, but just a mage.

"The temple is the heart, the Junkers are the sword and siblings, and the staff is the brain. If Krulord were armed with this, the continent would be invincible. Moriarty looked the old werewolf in the eye and said slowly, "That's my evaluation. ”

"The temple is the heart, the Junkers are the sword and siblings, the staff is the brain... If Krulord is armed with this, the continent will be invincible..."

Hearing this, the old werewolf seemed to have been bombarded by lightning in an instant, and he stood there dumbfounded, motionless. In the iron-colored eyes, a long-unseen look rose and sank, as if the memories that had been buried for many years burst out at this time, almost bursting the entire body of the old werewolf.

After a long time, the old wolf finally stopped muttering, raised his iron eyes again, and looked at Moriati: "Maybe I should kill you here now, even if I abandon my high honor as a soldier." ”

"Why?"

Still looking at the old werewolf without dodging, it seems that he doesn't care about the other party's death threats at all. In fact, Moriarty knew very well that the old werewolf was eager to kill him as soon as he came ashore, so that the other wolf cavalry could immediately get rid of the identity of the surrenderers, and then take advantage of the situation to kill all the humans by the Sandos River.

"Because of your words, I am reminded of a man." The old werewolf gritted his fangs and his eyes widened.

"Who?"

"Duke Eugen!"

………

But until he retracted the fallen scimitar and put it back on his waist again, the old werewolf still did not make a move against Moriarty.

Perhaps at a certain moment just now, the old werewolf's murderous intent was really so heavy, so heavy that even if he sacrificed Margaret behind him, he would wipe out the mage in front of him at the junction of this ice field and the wilderness. Because Moriarty's evaluation of "the staff is the brain" really made the old werewolf feel extremely threatened. Yes, the old werewolf was terrified, and for the first time in his life. He feared that one day, this young mage, who also had a deep understanding of and admired the military system of the "Gang Lung Staff", would establish his own "Gang Long" in Erathia or Bracada. And when that day comes, the human knight legion or mage legion with a powerful military brain will completely annihilate Krulord's ultimate dream of "invincibility on the continent". Therefore, the old werewolf really longs to be able to nip this terrible threat in the bud regardless of Qiē.

But, in the end, for some reason, the old werewolf gave up. Moreover, it is a complete abandonment.

After giving up, the veteran looks so unwilling, so decadent, and so old. Exhaustion and loneliness, almost heavier than lead, climbed up his thin face like vines, and his originally straight back unconsciously showed a hint of the rickets of time, like a shadow that should have existed under the noon sun.

And it wasn't until this moment that the old wolf suddenly realized:

It turns out that veterans, one day, really, will be old

A slightly shorter chapter, but I feel like the pen is just right here, hehe.

Thanks to the new tip of "Yakult is so delicious".