Under the gaze of everyone, Roy walked quickly into the jungle.

"Is he?" asked one of the mercenaries, looking around, "going hunting?"

Everyone looked at each other.

Alder opened his mouth to call Roy back, but he opened his mouth, but in the end he didn't say anything.

Only the mercenaries knew that there was once an elven ranger in the Blazing Light team. Trek cooperates with it and learns a lot. Among the hunters, it is also considered outstanding.

Although everyone agrees on Leo's archery skills and prowess, hunting is a technical job.

Even in normal times, many old hunters have to rely on hunting dogs or observing the feces and footprints of wild beasts for several days in order to make a harvest. What's more, with the shortage of food, more and more mercenaries and hunters, and even ordinary people have joined the hunting team.

Generally, the wild beasts in the mountains and forests around the town have been hunted cleanly. Besides, the meal is about to begin, and even Trik is in vain, so Leo runs off to hunt, isn't it clear that his efforts are in vain?

However, Leo saved everyone's lives after all, and there are some words that are not easy to say.

Can't you stop someone and say Trek can't do it, and you can't do it either?

"Orn," Alder said with some embarrassment, looking back at a group of men, "Shall we wait?"

The mercenaries, who were already grumbling with hunger, glanced at each other and nodded with a wry smile.

Since Alder had invited someone else, Leo said that he would let everyone wait for him, so why would he be embarrassed to cook by himself? But everyone expected in their hearts that this Mr. Leo would not be too serious. If he couldn't find his prey, he would be reluctant to turn around in the mountains for a few prayers, it would be miserable.

"Trek," Alder said to Trek, "don't mind. This Mr. Leo"

"How so?" Trek shook his head and smiled, "If I can't find my prey, others can't find it?"

He thought back to the nine arrows. Fascinated, "People not only saved our lives, but also one-handed archery skills are really amazing." If I had half of my ability, I would snicker, where would I be qualified to point fingers. ”

As he spoke, Trek turned to Alder and said, "But speaking of which, captain, don't you think that Mr. Leo feels familiar and friendly?"

A hint of surprise flashed in Alder's eyes: "You feel this way too?"

At this time, Shara on the side came over and said, "It's not just Rick who feels this way. I have that too. She said, smiling wryly, "I know why." ”

Seeing Alder and Trek's eyes focused on him, Shara sighed softly, grabbed Alder's arm, and said, "Don't you think, Leo looks a lot like Roy?"

Atmosphere. It was quiet all at once.

After being condemned as a heretic by the Heavenly Divine Envoy, this name. It has become a taboo in the minds of all who know Roy.

The images extracted from the long river of history by the torture angel Diana using the Great Retrospective Technique have been spread throughout the continent through the shrines of the Holy See in various places.

But for Alder and the others, the only thing they remember is the one who stood on the carriage with a longbow in his hand. Arrow after arrow, the young man who couldn't lift the bandits' head. Not only did he defeat the Black Skull bandits, but he also saved Rick's life.

In retrospect, Leo's archery posture really resembles Roy's.

Merely. The two are not only different in appearance, but also in other aspects. Roy was not only an excellent archer, but also a magician. Leo, on the other hand, has the strength of a fair five-star. Calculating the time, Roy could not have improved so quickly anyway.

In the silence, suddenly, a voice came from below.

"Roy, you're talking about, isn't that this guy?"

The three of them lowered their heads, but found that they didn't know when, the dwarf Iron Hammer with a round face had already walked to the side, holding a portrait in his hand, and was looking at him curiously.

The three of them looked at the portrait and couldn't help but glance at each other. The person in the portrait is none other than Roy. Moreover, this portrait is clearly a heretical announcement of the church.

"This," Shara said curiously, crouching down, "you tore it from the church bulletin board?"

"Hmm. Iron Hammer nodded.

"Why?" asked Shara. You know, heretical announcements in the church are not something that can be torn off at will. If you are caught, it is considered light to be sent to the inquisition, and it is strict to be beaten as an accomplice of heresy.

Especially pagans like dwarves who don't believe in the Holy Emperor. If it weren't for the Hundred Years War between humans and demons, both sides were allies, I'm afraid the Holy See would have pointed the butcher's knife at the dwarves a long time ago. Over the years, the major races have withdrawn from human society one after another, and the most important reason is the Holy See.

Therefore, Shara wondered why the young dwarven warrior took the risk of tearing Roy's portrait down.

"He's my friend. "Dwarves obviously don't care much about human taboos, and their personalities are much more straightforward. Iron Hammer said without hesitation.

"Friends?" Chara and the others looked at each other, a hint of surprise flashing in their eyes.

You know, dwarves are stubborn and stubborn, and both beliefs and traditions are incompatible with humans. Even in some way, the dwarves are still somewhat hostile and distrustful of humans. Therefore, it is very difficult to get a dwarf to willingly admit to being a friend.

There are very few such people. There are even people who have dealt with dwarves all their lives and have not been able to become friends with dwarves.

"Once upon a time," Iron Hammer said, gesturing his hand above his head, "this guy wasn't much taller than I was. I'm taller now, but I haven't changed much. ”

As he spoke, he lowered his eyelids and said sadly: "I didn't expect to see this when I came out this time." Is he dead?"

Shara turned her head to look and saw several other dwarves, also looking at her quietly. The worry and sadness in his eyes are the same as those of an iron hammer.

She opened her mouth, but only a sigh.

As soon as they heard Shara's sigh, the dwarves understood everything, and their eyes immediately turned red.

The atmosphere seemed a little oppressive for a while.

After a while, Alder turned his head, only to find that Leo didn't know when. It's already back. He just stood quietly not far away. In his hand, he carried an arrow-patterned boar weighing fifty or sixty pounds. There was something strange in his eyes when he looked at this side.

"...... so fast"

Following Alder's gaze, everyone also spotted Leo, and they were all dumbfounded.

No one expected that Leo actually hunted an arrow-patterned boar, and calculated the time. From the time he left to the time he returned, I am afraid it would not be a few minutes.

Seeing everyone looking over, Roy laughed and beckoned everyone: "Come, let's roast the whole pig tonight!"

It was late at night.

The bonfire, beeping and burning. From time to time, the firewood bursts and a few sparks are blown up.

The river below the hillside was flowing and murmuring. The figures of several sentry soldiers, half-lit and half-dark in the moonlit wilderness. It's like a still sculpture.

Roy lay on the grass, his hands on his head, looking at the starry sky, full of thoughts.

In the tent next to him, the dwarves and mercenaries were already asleep, and from time to time there were figures turning over. The snoring of a few guys in Tie Xiaoshan came and went.

For others, Roy has been punished by God until now. But it's only been less than two months. However, for Roy himself. It's been nearly half a year since I left the land of redemption.

It was a lonely and hard time, and every day in addition to cultivation was cultivation.

And the driving force behind this qiē is these people I know, familiar with and this land that is so peaceful and peaceful at this moment.

Listen to the iron fire snoring and exhaling. With a series of beeps on his lips, the corners of Roy's mouth couldn't help but show a smile.

He didn't expect that when he came back this time, he would meet all acquaintances.

Whether it's a dwarven friend who was mischievous and troublesome with him when he was a child, or a Lulian warrior like the Flame Squad mercenaries and Todd who fought side by side. All occupy a place in their past lives. or intimate, or share weal and woe, life and death.

And now, they are together by such a coincidence.

Roy felt that this seemed to be providence in the dark. Just like in Pollabel before, just like in Medin City, in Muni City, on every road I have walked, the footprints of my life have connected these smiling faces and formed my own life.

At the same time, it is also their most valuable asset.

Thinking back to the conversation between Xiara and Iron Hammer and others he heard when he came back from hunting just now, Roy was a little uncomfortable for a while.

When I saw my friend feeling sorry for me, I could only stand by and watch in another capacity.

Roy wanted to restore his true face and tell them that he wasn't dead, that he was here.

But he held back.

Because he knows that the consequence of his impulsiveness may be to bring disaster to these friends who care about him.

The powerlessness he felt at the moment of Heavenly Punishment still suppresses him like a nightmare. Before you don't have enough strength to fight your opponent, the only thing you can do is to silently guard what you want to protect, move forward silently, and can't stop for a moment.

Roy stood up.

The imprisoned armor on his body pressed him like a mountain.

However, this sense of oppression made him feel incomparably fulfilled and incomparably relieved.

Because he knows that he is growing every moment. When the armor is lifted, it will be far more powerful than it is now.

Turning and burrowing into the tent, Roy held the ruling in his hand.

A moment later, an absolute darkness had silently swallowed his figure.

Walking through the spatial passage of the ruling, Roy stepped into a desperate situation in the night. He kicked under his feet, like a cheetah, and flew over a huge rock and shot down the mountain. With a clear roar, a little green phosphorus fire lit up on the mountain and in the jungle.

One by one, the skeletal soldiers came out of the darkness, gathered together, and surged in Roy's direction...... The sense of rhythm is not very right, it seems that you have to write two or three chapters a day. But it's slow. Headache...... (To be continued......)