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The laughter of the two is a cry from the heart, as well as a catharsis for the depression of the past few days. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

In the hearty laughter, the two people, who were already exhausted, unexpectedly regained their strength, stood up together, walked towards each other, and then punched each other. However, the next confrontation that worried Nusan Xiudna and Dante did not happen, as Julian and Owen were very measured.

"Thank you. Putting away his laughter, Julian said with heartfelt gratitude.

"It's a gesture. Owen shook his head slightly, in his opinion, since it was between friends, there was no need to thank him at all.

"It's just Ray's side, is it really okay to leave it like this?" said the unavoidable question, Julian's expression became serious.

"I believe in him. As a friend or comrade-in-arms, you should do the same. ”

"yes. I should have absolute confidence in Ray. With his current ability, he will definitely not be at the mercy of others. ”

"That's right, Ray is not what it used to be. Before setting foot in the Rocard Empire, I divined for Lei, and his fate was destined to have this hurdle, and he could only overcome it by himself. ”

"Hmm. He's sure to find a way to figure it out on his own, or he'll hold on until we go to help. ”

"Cut! boring. ”

A contemptuous and arrogant snort was inserted into the conversation between the two friends. Julian and Owen were startled by the great hostility hidden in this cold snort, and they looked in the direction from which the sound came - beyond the stormy cave.

Suddenly, a blinding golden light engulfed the storm and the darkness shrouded in dark clouds. A huge golden fireball exploded at the mouth of the cave with a deafening roar, dwarfing even the thunder that roared from the sky. The torrential rain evaporated in an instant, the wind shattered, and the nearby terrain was almost completely changed, and the mountain near the mouth of the cave was gone, leaving only the scorching molten rock that glowed red all over, and the golden sea of fire that surrounded several living people.

In the domineering golden light, a man in a golden robe with blond hair and golden eyes, with his hands behind his back, stood in the void, surrounded by a golden ball of light, isolated from the intrusion of wind and rain. He looked down at the humans on the ground, and this look was no different from that of a human looking at an ant.

"Who are you?!" The enraged Julian clenched the "Tears of Repentance" in his left hand and held the "Eternal Victory" horizontally in his right hand, silently calling the soul of the magic sword and the holy sword in his heart.

He sensed the extreme danger of this unrestrained guest, and he could not compete with it without all his might.

"Stop. Julian. At this time, the calm Owen persuaded his friend, "This person is the Golden Dragon Clan, if he wanted to kill us, we would have died a long time ago." ”

Hearing Owen say this, Julian noticed that the unscrupulous golden flames around them did not cause any harm to them at all, and there was no harm in the "Flame of Punishment" of the Golden Dragon Clan, not because of luck or how strong his ability was, but because the Golden Dragon Clan did not intend to kill them.

Thinking of this, Julian lowered his hands and put his sword down.

Seeing that the lowly human had given up on the confrontation, Shatarikis looked slightly disappointed. This number one warrior of the Golden Dragon Clan has long been tired of dealing with humans, and as long as the humans below take the slightest act of hostile attack, he has an excuse to destroy them immediately.

"Follow me!"

Shatarikis didn't bother to communicate with the humans any more, and after leaving this command, which seemed to him indisobedient, he turned into a golden light and flew towards the depths of the dark forest.

"Bastard! The Golden Dragons eventually intervened. Julian gasped.

"Let's go, Julian, or we won't be able to catch up. Owen wasn't so nervous.

"Owen, you're joking, aren't you, don't you really want to go along?"

"Of course, this is our last chance. ”

Regardless of whether Julian agreed or not, Owen had already thrown himself into the wind and rain, chasing after the golden light.

"Master!"

Fearing that Julian would also chase after him, Nusan Xiudena and Dante invariably dissuaded him.

"Maybe that's what Owen used to say, dead ends. Julian put his sword into its scabbard, "You two go back to the depths of the cave, don't run around, wait for us to come back." ”

Then he rushed into the dark forest with a "whew". Only the crying and laughing priests and attendants were left looking at each other.

On the other side of the Olopa Sea, on the border between the Elven Forest and the Kingdom of Pole.

Regent camps. By a small river, more than twenty people, armed with torches, gathered around a wooden machine.

It is an intricately crafted mechanism, consisting of hundreds of large and small gears and several cowhide bands, with a pull bolt attached to one end and a huge wheel on the other. This huge machine was placed on the bank of a river, and a fifth of the big wheel was submerged in the river, because only near the water could the only function of this machine take place: waterboarding.

As the bolt swings up and down, the big wheel turns slowly at a fixed speed with the prisoner tied to it in a "big" shape. When the prisoner is turned to a head-to-foot position, and his head is immersed in the river, the prisoner has a feeling of suffocation and drowning, and just when the prisoner is about to lose consciousness, the big wheel will take the prisoner out of the water and return to a state where he can breathe normally, so that he can release a sense of desperate rebirth, but before the prisoner can breathe enough, the wheel turns around again, and dips the prisoner's head into the water again.

Although the actual immersion time in the water is short, it is extremely long for the prisoner, and the return to the air is relatively long, but the prisoner feels extremely short. In this constant cycle between "death" and "life", the endless cycle between "hell" and "heaven", and what is even more painful is that because of the relationship with water, even if the prisoner cannot bear the excessive pain and coma, he will quickly wake up. Therefore, no matter how hard-headed the prisoner is, he will eventually have a nervous breakdown, and very few people can survive it.

The torture has been going on for three or four hours. Glancing at the sky, he saw that the stars were becoming scarce, indicating that the dawn was very close, and the "Lynx", one of the four generals of the Restoration, ordered a moratorium on the execution.

"How's that? ”

"Lynx" held up the chin of the prisoner, who had been beaten all over his body and bruised, and then waterboarded so that only half of his life was left, and sneered.

"It's fine. I'm thirsty--ah......hhh

Before the prisoner could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by a punch that slammed him in the chest.

"Don't test my patience, this is your last chance to tell me what I want. ”

"The Lynx" grabbed Joyka by the hair with one hand, pulled his head back, and punched Joyka in the abdomen with the other.

Joyka spurted blood. His bloodstained expression looked pained, but there was no fear or begging, only cold ridicule.

"Well, I'm telling you, it's your last chance too. ”

Between her blood-stained teeth, Joyka spat out the words in a weak, pale voice.

"Lynx" punched Joika hard in the head, then yelled at the man in charge of the bolt, "Go on!"

......

At this moment, in the woods not far from the torture site, two figures, one fat and one thin, a man and a woman, were hiding among the shadows of the trees.

"It seems that the plan is going well. ”

"Joyka is a madman, and he is the only one who would have devised such a plan. ”｜

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