"Why? You're not like that!Jonk!" Rak roared, swinging his sword at him to stop the horde of zombies coming at him.

These zombies have just died, their limbs have not yet been corrupted, and they are directly controlled by high-level Yin Spirits, they are quick and agile, and they can also extract some pre-mortem martial arts from their brain cells.

Baron Lark had only been fighting for seven or eight rounds before he became out of breath, and although his strong physique and the blessings on his body allowed him to resist most magic, the indirect physical impact caused by the use of spells was not immune to him, and his internal organs were strongly concussed in the explosion just now, and blood spilled from the corners of his mouth.

He tried to activate the props, but found that the things on his body had failed at some point, and his vision caught a little boy with white hair and red eyes - he was standing in the center of a group of ghosts guiding spells, and the baron's local tyrant equipment gradually faded all over his body, only the greatsword still flickered with flames.

If the state is good, Baron Lack is not afraid of this kind of restriction, as a top warrior close to level 20 in the system, although it is a bit exaggerated to fight against a hundred, it is not impossible to fight a little injury to fight his way out of the encirclement, but at this time, fatigue and physical and mental pain tortured him, and he could only be drowned in rotten flesh and dry bones in prostration.

His greatsword was gone, and he struggled to reach out of the corpse, blood staining his hair: "Is power so important to you?"

"You don't know anything, Dad. With red eyes, Jonker pulled out a stack of things from his embrace: "Look, this is a letter from Norma, do you remember Norma?"

"Yes...... Old Tucker's housekeeper's child, you taught her about spells, didn't she go to Yaba? I remember that in order to find the gateway to Yaba, you planted a manor's violet flowers one autumn. Baron Lac was a little confused: "She's still in touch with you?"

"Yes, we kept in touch every year until half a year ago, and I thought she was about to go away, and I no longer remember me, a cowardly and incompetent young master! But I was wrong!! She still remembers me! It was that damn bitch's men who intercepted her letter!" Jonk roared, his hand trembling as he held the letter: "That old bitch is unforgivable!

"You like her? You've been separated for almost ten years. Baron Lac groaned, suddenly realizing that he didn't really know the inner world of his son.

"Yes, I still think about her, and this concern has turned into a fear now. Jonk muttered with a wandering gaze, "I'm afraid I'm getting farther and farther away from her, Dad, before that bitch cut me off my connection with her, her letter told me that she was already a level 8 wizard, you may not know very well what position a wizard of this level holds in the wizard, she's only nineteen years old this year!"

He recounted in a calm tone: "In the future, she will become an archmage admired by everyone, a guest of dignitaries, what will I become? a crappy author? a low-ranking wizard with no hope of development? Or a small farmer who occupies a few acres of land? A little scribe of the nobility? If that bitch wants to turn me into a eunuch, I will become a eunuch, Dad, this is the future you have arranged for me, right?"

"Power doesn't bring love, my son. Baron Lac said bitterly.

"But love needs capital to maintain, Dad, this is what you taught me, you have not let me associate with all the so-called 'inferior people' in your mouth since I was a child, you always say it is for the sake of the dignity of the family, I know that many of my friends have been sent to distant places by you in this way, just because they have either intentionally or unintentionally 'taught' me, right? If Norma hadn't left, you would have tried to get her to go, because my future wife couldn't have been a commoner. All this tells me that sincere emotions are vulnerable in the face of power. Jonk said calmly: "If I can't have the 'power' comparable to Norma, then the gap between me and her will only get bigger and bigger, even if we truly love each other, the reality will finally make us realize everything and finally part ways, this is the reality." ”

"I have always known very well that I, Jonk Varech, am a man of mediocre talent and cowardice," a dark cloud drifted in, the starlight and the moon were gradually obscured, and the darkness hid the face of Young Master Jonk: "I am not qualified to explore the deepest mysteries of the arcane, nor can I be a knight as brave as you, Dad, tell me: what can I chase besides power?!"

"I can't lose Norma! If I lose my title, I don't have a glamorous and decent identity and power in my hands, I can't imagine what I can do to meet her feelings as a lost dog!" Jonk shouted with tears in his eyes: "Dad, your opinion has always been right, I am incapable and cowardly, for the so-called family glory, I am indeed not qualified to inherit your title, but I can't lose everything that will be lost with the loss of power, I can't leave it!"

Even if it's a deal with a demon, even if it's a conspiracy that no one despises, I'm going to get it!

"So you'd rather break up your family?" said Baron Lac bitterly.

"You're the one who has been severing my family, my dad. Jonk seemed to calm down from his excitement: "You found that woman, you alienated me, you acquiesced to her dealing with me, didn't you do it?" Dad, you attach so much importance to family honor, and our family affection is also secondary to you, you probably don't think about how I will feel in this state, and what kind of miserable fate will I have in the future." Maybe you've thought about it, but I know you too well Dad, and you can't think of as much as that bitch can. ”

Baron Lac groaned, and the valley fell silent for a while, and suddenly, Baron Lac let out a hoarse laugh: "Hahahahaha, so that's the case, I was wrong, Jonker, it seems that I was really wrong." ”

"Dad, you didn't do anything wrong, everything is my fault, it's my lust, please blame me. Jonk bowed his head.

"No, my son, you should remember your grandfather, my father, who drove out my uncle and killed my uncle in order to seize the inheritance. I was a ten-year-old kid at the time, and I watched my uncle and my cousin lying in a pool of blood, and you should be able to relate to how I felt now! I walked outside, and it seemed that I could see all the commoners and nobles in Rainbow City pointing at me, and my father was a usurper, a murderer of blood relatives. And I will finally bear the fruits of his sin, how unwilling I am!

The aristocracy was supposed to be a model for the people, both morally and in behavior. Baron Lac smiled hoarsely, his whole body was paralyzed in the sea of blood, as if he was laughing at his own thoughts: "In order to restore the glory of the family, I have worked hard to fulfill my duties, and the accumulated merits have witnessed my efforts and perseverance, and I watched the reputation of the family gradually prosper, but I did not expect it...... I didn't expect to have to face this kind of thing in the end! Family affection and honor are vulnerable in the face of power! Hahahaha, my son, thank you for truly confirming this to me, and sure enough, I was wrong, you and your grandfather were right, hahaha! Dirty! Despicable! The so-called glory and glory of the family are all fake! Fake!"

"Dad, don't do that. Hearing some kind of dream disillusionment in the baron's laughter, Jonker couldn't bear it.

"Jork, my son, I don't know what you did in the city, but I can guess now, I don't know how much you paid in exchange for the support of Ruud's old fox, but I think it must not be low, dare to pay the price, you have grown enough, although it is the family that actually pays the price. Baron Lac took a deep breath: "I admit that you are qualified for my son, you are qualified enough to be a nobleman, although not the kind of nobleman I hoped, but-

- Don't let my eyes continue to witness this ugly and abominable future!"

He roared and stood up from the sea of corpses and blood, the giant sword he was carrying was blazing, and his eyes were bloodshot.

His robes were torn, and the armor on his body was dull, but he exuded an aura that was too strong to be approached.

The bones weighing on him flew like bursting fireworks, and the horse beneath Jonk neighed in fear and fell backwards.

Lightning passed through the sky, illuminating his tall, blood-soaked body, and he spoke, his voice as if mixed with the thunder of the sky:

"My son, I believe you have made this decision after a difficult choice, which is courage, but it is not enough. ”

"It's courage to make choices and take the consequences.

It is also courage to be willing to endure eternal rebuke from the depths of the heart.

Courage to sacrifice in exchange for what you want, of course, is also courage.

My son, I always wanted you to have courage, and I want you to have more courage now, I am a failed father, but I also want you to show real courage. ”

He turned to the white-haired boy who was casting the spell and raised his giant sword high, and the pure white holy flame seeped into the blood-red luster, which was a boiling life force.

A huge advantage for high-level fighters over low-level fighters, in addition to being highly skilled. It's their control over the flesh.

Overdrawing the vitality to achieve 'inducing the valley', controlling the detailed muscles and exerting force to show the 'internal force', adjusting the breath to brew the 'internal breath', these things are a bit like otherworldly kung fu, which can be shown in any high-level warrior in this world.

There may not be any advanced theoretical system, but a warrior as powerful as Baron Lac is familiar to him.

Jonk was still a little unsure, but Shirakawa saw what the warrior was going to do.

He used his force to stop the front of him, squinting at the warrior who had run out of oil in a series of battles:

"If you persist in this attack, you will die, Baron. ”

"I know you, the white dragon of Yaba, I've heard about what you've done in the East.

My son has sent you to the halls of power, and it seems that the wisdom of magic does not make you good. Baron Luck smiled: "My son has been dragged into the abyss of sin by you twice, well, maybe it seems that things should be like this now, but ......"

"Evil and cunning devil, the culprit!

"No!" Jork, who came to his senses, screamed and slapped his horse and rushed over.

His eyes widened, he jumped high and launched a jump split, and the white dragon secretly raised his eyebrows, sure enough, the warrior's big move was a jump split?

He turned back to his original form like lightning, watching the force field wall be split in half without any pressure from this shocking slash, he used his claws and wings to block the lightning blow, and the heavy shield and power absorption spell greatly unloaded the power of this blow, but the blade still sank deep into the white dragon's right arm and half of the wings.

A large amount of dragon blood spurted out, and Baron Rak smiled in the rain of blood, and his tall body slipped from the dragon's body to the ground.