"Die, alarmist traitor!" the frenzied young adventurer stabbed Byron in the abdomen two or three times, and the blood from the dagger splattered the batter's worn leather armor, giving the young man who had been identified as a companion a moment ago exuding an air of danger and madness.

After a short period of distraction, Byron immediately pulled out the short knife on his waist and forced back Allen, who still wanted to continue to create wounds on him, his face was heavy and he wanted to cover the wound on his abdomen with his left hand, but it seemed a little futile, and the bright red hot blood soaked the entire palm. Although there was still a faint pain in his abdomen, according to the amount of bleeding in front of him, Byron knew very well in his heart that he probably wouldn't last long. If he can't effectively stop the bleeding, he will lose his strength and body temperature due to excessive blood loss, and finally he will not be able to escape the fate of death.

"**Crazy!?" Byron's expression was very hideous, he had just experienced such a big battle as the enemy, he never thought that he would be planted in the hands of a raw hand that he would not usually put in his eyes!

"Crazy!?I'm not crazy!" The attacker who distanced himself from Byron was no longer the distorted expression he had just now, and he steadily drew his one-handed sword from his waist with his right hand, and the young adventurer who had done crazy things seemed very calm at the moment.

"More than two hundred people have died, and we gathered on the banks of the river have not gained anything, and at this moment you traitor is only thinking about how to convince the others to give up attacking Andrarui! Is the enemy's bluff already scared you? Bai has such a physique, but he is just a coward like a mouse! I will not let a fellow like you shake the determination of the army of ten thousand!" With Allen's angry rebuke, his expression, which had just calmed down, became hideous again.

"But six or seven thousand rabble, even dare to call it an army of 10,000 people!" Byron also lost his usual calm at this time. The threat of death made him let go of his scruples, and he was angry at the illusions that filled the camp in what seemed to be in good shape, "Is it possible that killing me will allow us to win the war!?"

"As long as there is no scheming guy like you fanning the flames, our army will be more united!" Looking at Adolf behind Byron, the young adventurer asked himself, "What do you say, respected Adolf?"

The middle-aged adventurer whose name was mentioned slowly walked up to Byron's side and replied calmly: "I believe more in what I have seen with my own eyes, and as for whether this war should continue firmly, that is not something you should consider, young man!"

Alan spat on the ground with disdain, and continued to say wild and rude remarks: "I thought you could have a little bit of a chance, guts old dog, it turns out that you have survived until today by retreating from the battle!?"

"What the hell do you want, you bastard!?" Adolf didn't waver in the face of the other party's taunt, Byron became agitated instead, I don't know if it was because of the psychological effect, the young deputy leader had begun to feel weak in his legs and cold in his body.

The anger of the opponent seemed to make Alan seem to enjoy it very much, and he actually discussed his plan with such great interest: "The enemy lured us into their encirclement, and the two leaders were unfortunately killed, and I was the only one who escaped desperately...... Do you think that such a story can arouse everyone's hatred and determination to defeat the enemy?"

The other party's arrogant remarks only made Adolf sneer as if he had heard a joke: "Hmph...... You can come up and try it now. ”

"A guts old dog would dare to bare his teeth in front of me!?" Alan arrogantly rushed towards the two people standing side by side, and Adolf met him at the same moment in order to prevent the battle from affecting Byron, who was beside him.

As soon as Pu came into contact, the heavy blade of the "Powerful Ghost" made the young adventurer who didn't know how much he was pounding suffered a big loss. Regardless of the strength or the weight of the weapon, Allen, who was facing him head-on, could not get any advantage, but after two or three encounters, he had already unconsciously taken several steps back.

The over-inflated young man stared at the broad-bladed sword, which was more than twice as heavy as his own weapon in his hand, and seemed to have found his advantage, and began to change his pace and make tentative feints. Adolf, however, became impatient with the other man's bewildering movements, and even became distracted by one or two minor mistakes...... Just when Allen decided that he had grasped the weakness of his opponent and raised his explosive power to the top after another tentative attack - he wanted to lay the foundation for his victory in this instant!

Blood splattered, and the one-handed sword was flung weakly on the dead leaves. Allen, who recognized the situation after an instant, found that he had a bloody and terrible wound on the forearm of his right hand that was originally holding the knife, and although the broad-bladed sword of the "Powerful Ghost" failed to completely cut off his arm, his arm that seemed to have lost consciousness was twisting at a strange angle at the moment......

"Ahhh!......h

Putting away his bloodstained weapon, Adolf didn't have the slightest intention of catching up, as if it was not worth mentioning at all in the previous battle, which made the spectators on the side have to suspect that the "Powerful Ghost" just pretended to be unable to adapt to the opponent's attack in order to achieve a quick victory. Adolf quickly walked to Byron's side, and his eyes, which had been very calm during the battle, began to become solemn, "Can you still hold on?"

"I'm afraid it won't last long...... If he returns to the camp first and spreads some nonsense, even if you are much more prestigious in the eyes of the people, even if you are much more prestigious than that villain, you will inevitably cause unrest in the camp......"

"Alright, don't talk yet, concentrate on the wound! As soon as you join everyone, there will be bandages and medicine to stop the bleeding!" Adolf did not follow Byron's advice, but held his companion, who was taller than him, from under his side.

However, the two of them had not gone far before they saw Alan squatting on the ground - the despicable little man stopped here not because of the injury and severe pain in his right hand, but because a black arrow had pierced his calf. Probably because of the wound caused by the run, the arrow wound that should not have been so serious is bleeding at the moment. Eren wanted to break the arrow that pierced his leg, but he couldn't do it with his left hand. He crouched on the ground, fiddling with his tough shaft anxiously and painfully, seemingly oblivious to the figure on the other side approaching him.

- Dressed in an impressive camouflage costume and with a gentle smile, anyone who is not blind can tell at a glance that this is a male elven ranger.

"Thank you very much for what you did to make me meet an unexpected acquaintance here. The young handsome elf politely greeted Byron and Adolf.

"Acquaintance?" Byron, pale from blood loss, stared at Alan on his knees with suspicion and anger.

"I—I don't know you!" Alan was still struggling to handle the arrow shaft on his foot, but his unnatural tone had betrayed his panicked mood at the moment, "You're making up lies to stir up a relationship between us!

"Stir up a few of them!?" Arrett spread his hands helplessly at Byron and Adolf, who were close to each other, "You guys are already in a desperate situation, do you need me to stir up some more trouble!?" Mr. Alan Barker?"

The young adventurer whose name was called trembled as if he had lost his soul, and stopped the futile efforts of his left hand. Adolf temporarily lowered his right hand, which was about to draw his sword, knowing that the full name of the insidious sneak attacker was not even known to them, and the "acquaintance" did not seem to be confusing.

The "ghost" frowned and looked at the sinister villain kneeling on the ground, for whatever reason, the adventurer would not forgive those "companions" who stabbed in the back.

"Do you know him?" said Adolf.

Mr. Alan Barker was the first to stand a public trial in Andrarui. Be the first to be publicly judged, not just the first human to be publicly judged. Such an impressive Mr. Allen, I would almost not have recognized him if it hadn't been for the two of them clashing with him!" The young ranger teased and teased.

But in the eyes of Byron and Adolf, what the young elf said in front of them was clearly not a good thing that would make people happy.

"Is it because of the guidance of the goddess!?let me meet acquaintances one after another in the past few days!" Arriet looked a little unusually excited, and at this moment his poet soul seemed to have suddenly awakened, and the young ranger seemed to be performing very happily in front of the three humans.

Allen, who was kneeling on the ground, seemed to finally be unable to hold back, and for the first time he looked back at the elf behind him, his face turned pale: "You bastard, who are you!?"

"Mr. Allen, do you remember the young druid who was ruined by your jerky love in Andrari?" Arrett bent over, his face close to the despicable human who was kneeling on the ground with wounded hands and feet, but he didn't seem to be afraid of the other party's sudden outburst, "Yes, it's that innocent young man named Orion, and I was the legal counsel who stood by his side during the trial! Don't you remember?...... Although there were a lot of problems in that relationship, to this day I still think that the biggest problem is you!

"For a bastard like you, who is self-centered and completely disregards the feelings of others, Your Highness has declared you innocent in court, but the facts have proved that you are indeed a true sinner......! Are you trying so hard because you are not satisfied with the outcome of the trial at that time, and you want to rely on the force of the adventurers to appeal to the whole of Andrari!?" Arrett counted around Alan who was kneeling on the ground...... Not far away, outside the dense forest, there were several well-equipped elves.

"But this time, Mr. Allen, you should never have a chance to disagree, Andrarui has only one sentence for individuals who conspire to promote war, war criminals - that is, hanging!!"

The three elves who arrived later tied Alan Barker's limbs tightly to a stretcher, and carried the young man who seemed to have a lot of stories to tell.

"First of all, I would like to apologize for the inconvenience caused to the two distinguished guests. Arret walked slowly towards the wounded Byron and Adolf holding him.

The leader of the adventurers, whose face was covered with scars and vicissitudes, frowned and clenched the hilt of the sword at his waist...... Thank you for your support~