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When the Black Mist Troll brutally trampled Count Darle to death, he rushed forward with a surge of blood and slashed the Black Mist Troll with his sword. He is just a low-level capable person, and he may run away from the demons of the lower rank when he usually encounters them. He really didn't know how he could have such courage, but he actually urged his heart to move the image, and he slashed it with his sword.

Maybe it's vanity, or maybe it's because the affectionate gaze of the soldiers around him is too dazzling, and every big boy has a heart that wants to be a hero.

Of course, this is not in a knightly novel. After the blood surges, the sudden explosion of strength and the killing of strong enemies are not so easy to happen (besides, he is not the protagonist). Therefore, the results of his doing so were extremely tragic.

Seeing an ant that didn't know whether to live or die rushing towards him, and using the long sword in his hand to cut a very small hole in his body, the black mist troll roared disdainfully, waved its huge claws, and fanned straight at the ant like a fly.

The wind was blowing, and Avery felt an irresistible force coming at him. He wanted to dodge backwards, but he had just completed a blow, and although he had the thought of dodging in his heart, his body couldn't react. Therefore, he had to place the sword in front of his chest as much as he could, causing the breeze to condense into a shield and make a parry gesture.

And as soon as he had done that, the huge claws had already slapped over. The wind shield exploded at the first moment, turning into a weak air current, scattering and overflowing. The sword bent the moment it made contact with the devil's claws, emitting a piercing "scream". This sword was on the battlefield for the first time since following this master, but what he didn't expect was that its first battle was also its last battle. With a crisp sound, the brand-new longsword, which had been bent to the limit, shattered, and countless fragments scattered, cutting a bloody hole in Avery's body.

The scarlet claws followed, and Avery, who had lost all his defenses, flew without any suspense. As a capable person who can control the wind, he should have the ability to fly at low altitudes, but the shame is that as a gentleman, he didn't learn how to fly until he graduated from the academy. And today, under the claws of the devil, he finally fulfilled his only regret, and after staying in the sky for more than ten seconds, he finally fell to the ground.

I'm not a hero.

Seeing the blood and intestines in his stomach spill out, Avery knew that he was no longer saved. He fell to the ground weakly, and in a trance looked in the direction of the city gate.

There, the defenders at the gates lined up in long formations to form a human wall, making a final struggle against the demons that had poured into the city. However, as more and more lower- and middle-rank demons crowded into the city, all this resistance became pointless. The human wall was easily torn apart, and the soldiers were slaughtered without resistance. Everywhere there was a scene of blood and fire, and the sound of miserable howls came to my ears like a strange music.

He looked up, and the defenders on the wall had no time to care. Even at night, the black lead cloud was still visible. They had flown into the city, and no one could stop such an unheard-of army.

The ground began to tremble, and then the world seemed to fall silent with the trembling. He didn't know if it was a dying delusion. However, when he looked at the gate again, he found that the ferocious demons were really standing still.

What's going on?

He tried his best to open his eyes that wanted to be closed, and in a trance, he thought, could it be that the superiors made a move, could it be that the Northern Regions is really still saved?

He felt the warmth of his body, the night wind blowing on his body was not so cold, and the whole earth seemed to become warm at this moment. He couldn't see another tower, and any sound that reached his ears became blurred. Therefore, he did not know the true meaning of this warmth. He only felt like he was in his mother's arms, and in this warmth, he wanted to close his eyes.

Go to sleep.

He thought to himself, sleep forever.

He slowly closed his eyes, hoping for a peaceful sleep. And in that eternal darkness, a voice seemed to whisper to him.

The voice said, "I said it, and I will repay you!"

......

The sky-high flames reddened the night. Even though it was far away from the Northern Regions, the convoy of the Platinum Chamber of Commerce still saw the flame dragon that connected the heavens and the earth, and heard its trembling roar. These people who escaped first had palpitations, and when they looked at the carriage in the center of the procession, they showed a look of gratitude and awe.

They knew that if it weren't for Young Master Alvin's insistence on them leaving with their families, they would probably have fallen into that sea of fire now, and they would have even been completely swallowed by the demon tide.

The reason why they were able to escape with their lives was because of the young master in the car!

However, just as they rejoiced, the only lady in the car fell into a deep sense of worry.

Natural disasters can always make people feel ominous, and when this fire dragon rises into the sky, Elena can no longer suppress her worries.

She turned her head to look at Harris beside her, and cast a stubborn look at her. And almost as soon as she made contact with that look, Harris understood what she meant.

She's going back!

Go back and get her son out!

Obviously she was out of danger, but she wanted to go back to that dangerous place again, without considering that she was just an ordinary person, and even if she got there, it would be useless.

Human beings are emotional creatures after all. They often do things that seem completely unreasonable to reasonable people because of family affection, love and other factors. However, whether it is good or bad, it is the incomprehensibility of human beings that has created many shocking legends in history.

She hasn't changed at all.

Harris thought with a sigh. Eighteen years ago, he had seen such stubborn eyes in the same way, and that time it was for that bastard. And now, eighteen years later, when he sees this stubborn expression again, she is for her and that bastard's son.

"Stay here. After a long silence, he made a voice that could not be disobeyed, and when she heard this voice, Elena showed an increasingly stubborn expression, as if to declare her unshakable determination.

Harris let out a silent sigh as he had only half-said what he wanted to say. Because he is also going to make an unreasonable decision tonight for some reason. So, he turned his head sideways, met Yelena's gaze, and said the next half of the sentence: "I'll go." (To be continued.) )