At this moment, everyone went crazy.

Hot tears blurred their eyes, and the joy of escaping death ignited their blood. No one could still keep their sanity at this time, they were just crazy, roaring and running with all their might, like a tidal wave, drowning the young man who had saved him.

Rondello and Larry rushed to the front, and as soon as they gave Roy a hard hug, the mercenaries who rushed behind him hugged them along with them. More people rushed over. Impacts from all directions forced them to keep moving their feet to keep their balance.

Soon, the cheering and hugging crowd formed a giant ball.

Hundreds of scarred and bloodied men hugged each other and put their shoulders on each other's backs. Their faces were as red as red, and their necks and foreheads were bruised. They roared, the senseless and deafening roar that was far more direct and intense than any cheer.

Scarlett's eyes were a little red, and she covered her mouth with her hand as tears welled up in her eyes.

She stared at the mercenaries.

In the past, she was dismissive of these mercenaries. Compared to the aristocratic knights who accepted the canonization, these mercenaries were nothing more than a rude rabble. Their mannerisms, their unruliness, and even the smell of sweat on their bodies made her stay away.

But now, she can't take her eyes off her.

A feeling of pride swells in my heart.

In the previous battle, Scarlett did not shrink behind the others with peace of mind because of her noble status and relatively low strength. During the battle, she unleashed her magic again and again, trying to contribute her power until her magic power was exhausted. Exhausted.

And when the demon receded, she concentrated on meditation to restore her magic. Even if the effect she can play is insignificant, she just gritted her teeth and persisted.

This earned her the respect of the mercenaries.

Even Ralph and several of the Guardian Knights were deferential and a little more respectful to her.

Scarlett could feel the attitude of the people around her. But she has a strong personality and is a maverick, so she doesn't care much about it. She just did what she wanted. She doesn't change anything because of other people's eyes.

But at the moment, Scarlett is very happy.

She was glad she had done it all, and she was glad to be entitled to stand here, to be one of these valiant mercenaries, to taste the joy of victory with tears.

She was also glad that she survived. Everyone survived.

Life can still go on, everyone here. Breathe in the sun, run, take a nap on the maple leafy hillside, and walk through the market filled with the smell of cattle and horses, the clanging of blacksmiths and the shouting of small traders. Say hello to everyone you know.

They can still gulp wine and eat meat. You can still brag, argue, and fight in a late-night tavern.

Scarlett never knew. It turns out that imagining that kind of life can make you so happy. and even burst into tears.

Also in tears, there are also Afu and Sandra.

Afu leaned against the stone pillar, tears glistening in her eyes, and looked at the mercenaries who were cheering wildly with a smile.

Her magic robes were tattered, and part of her white shoulders were exposed. A tattoo on the shoulder blade is slightly revealed. It was a golden dragon. And the family represented by this mark is a huge existence high above the people of the entire continent.

No one knew that this pattern had been tattooed on Afu since she was six years old.

She is an orphan girl who has lost her parents and was chosen by the Lanrith family because of her extraordinary talent. Raised as a maid of Augustus since childhood.

Like many girls like herself, Afu is proud of her identity as she grows up. In the Lanreis family, they have even more power than many second-level butlers. Wherever they appeared, they were treated with respect and courtesy, and no one ever went against their will.

Afu once thought that it was her whole life.

Especially when they followed Augustus as bright as the sun, they felt that it was the ultimate of their joy and pride.

Later, she left there.

She was ordered to find a boy named Roy and stay with him. It was like a knife around his neck, ready to slit his throat at any moment.

Aph never thought there was anything wrong with such an order.

For the Lanrith family, it was just a small game. Just like dealing with an ant, whether to pinch it or drown it, the only difference depends only on the person's mood and fun. And the cultivation since childhood has already made Afu dedicate her life and soul to Augustus.

For him, she can give everything.

This was Aph's first free and independent action, but unfortunately, the mission did not go too smoothly.

When she arrives in Muni City, racking her brains to try to get close to her target, the target has already gone to the fjord, and the news soon arrives that he has died of divine punishment.

It stands to reason that Aph could abandon the mission and return to Langris.

But Afu didn't go back.

I don't know why, she always felt that the person she was looking for was still alive. Sooner or later, I will meet him. This inexplicable and incomparably strong intuition, combined with the curiosity to see a world for the first time that she had never seen before, kept her around.

Because the boy named Roy once led a group of mercenaries to turn the tide of Lulian's battle, she went to the mission hall and became a mercenary.

After a few missions, she has become famous. I also got to know more people. She befriended many of the mercenaries who had fought in the fjords, and gathered a lot of information about her target from them.

Afu originally thought that she would not be able to adapt to this kind of life.

The bustle and stench of the city, the muddy streets and carriages, the rude mercenaries, the crooks and thieves, the dirty blacksmiths, the leather shops, the unappetizing bakeries, and the shacks of refugees were all out of step with the world she grew up in.

But Afu was very interested.

It's like a hidden and suppressed nature in one's own body, revived with this breath. She sometimes even thinks. Compared to Langris, such days are more vibrant, and the people here are more vivid.

Afu once thought that this was her own delusion, but standing here at this moment, she was finally convinced. This is not an illusion.

The pride that had been carved into the bones had been unconsciously replaced by another kind of pride.

One is to walk through the immaculate palace corridors in a rich dress, and walk past the respectful people in the quiet sunlight through the seven-colored glass.

On the other hand, he walked through the shadows of swords and swords, stepping on flowing blood, and shoulder-to-back with men covered in blood and sweat, exhausting his magic again and again, and there was no time to be afraid. I didn't have time to think, I just fought until I was reborn and victorious.

The former has made Afu feel unfamiliar.

And the latter made her experience an unprecedented joy.

Tears welled up in her eyes, and Afu gently lifted the clothes on her shoulders, silently covering the tattoo pattern.

Not far away, Sandra slung the massive hilt of her knife to her back.

Her tense body relaxed, and she was suddenly struck by a great exhaustion. So she simply sat down. Just sitting on the steps covered in blood and dirt.

Bunning her long hair in a bun, she looked up at the garden sky.

The sky in the garden. Shrouded in a thick black air. Only occasionally can you see the rocks that look like the top of a cave through the rolling black clouds.

On the rocks, there are mysterious magic patterns inscribed. The sun, moon and stars are flowing and running.

It's a great relic.

And I myself witnessed and participated in a great victory here.

This thought made the corners of Sandra's mouth hook up a smile.

As the top killer of the Bloodfiend's Hand of the top killer organization. Sandra earned the title of Queen of the Storm with countless successful raids.

It was the first time she had missed.

Even though the target was less than twenty meters ahead, she knew that the mission had failed.

Taking advantage of the fact that the subordinates beside her were not paying attention, she quickly reached out and wiped her eyes.

Warmth on the back of the hand. Let her know that she must now look like a little girl who has broken her beloved vase or received a love letter from her sweetheart, and she can't tell whether she is sad or happy.

She couldn't remember how long it had been since she had shed tears.

But at this moment, feeling the pain and exhaustion of her body, looking at the group of crazy yelling men, she suddenly found that even if she had been a killer for so many years, her heart was not as cold as she imagined.

It was a terrible mission.

But it's nice to sit here and be one of the cheering guys.

Cheers rang out in the sky.

The mercenaries hugged each other, jumped, roared, high-fived each other, and threw all sorts of things into the air, some laughing, some in tears. Everyone let loose their emotions to the fullest, like a bunch of crazy people.

It's a war.

Just like the demon invaded the Divine Continent 10,000 years ago, this war will eventually go down in history.

When they came to the abyss, no one knew that they had unwittingly stepped into the center of the stage of history. No one knows that he will be the protagonist of stopping this great catastrophe that has swept mankind.

And now, they are so clearly aware of what they have done.

He defeated the demons that were impossible to defeat, and strangled this nightmare that would have enveloped tens of millions of humans in the south of the continent and even the entire continent at the beginning.

Everyone here is a hero.

The names of those who died, which will be inscribed on the monuments carved in marble, will be inscribed on the highest part of the Mission Hall.

And those who are alive will be respected by all in their lifetime. When you are dying, you can still proudly tell the story of the year for your children and grandchildren.

I don't know how long it took for the cheers to stop.

When the mercenaries dispersed, several female mercenaries couldn't help but burst out laughing. In the crowd, Leo had messy hair and disheveled clothes, like a ravaged turkey.

"Alright, guys," Roy straightened his clothes, "and we should get out of here." ”

This topic made the mercenaries stunned and looked at each other. Of course everyone wants to leave. However, until now, no one knows exactly where the exit to this huge and mysterious garden is.

"How to get there?" asked Rondelo.

Roy looked around, and in the excited eyes of everyone, he smiled: "Blood Sacrifice Passage!" ...... WeChat public number ctao0202...... (To be continued.) )