"Aven, Aven?" a distant, familiar voice called to him. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Evan woke up and looked at Alexon in front of him in a bit of a trance. There were tears in his eyes.

"What's wrong, you're having a nightmare?" Alex moved closer.

"It's nothing, I'll be on duty. Evan carefully sat aside with his sword in hand. He didn't want to wake up Leah, who was sleeping nearby.

"If you're tired, it's okay to get a little more sleep. ”

"It's okay, I've pretty much slept already. Evan replied. However, only he knew that this dream was more real than all the dreams he had ever had.

What a strange dream, Evan muttered as he stroked the black iron sword in his hand, but unexpectedly noticed a slight change in the blade. The rusty blade was missing a rusty spot, revealing a silver groove, and it was glowing faintly under the reflection of the campfire, as gentle as moonlight, but at the same time a little chilly.

The gap reflected in the flickering light, reflecting Aven's eyes.

Played around, this is indeed a good sword. Aven carefully wiped the sword, the rest of the rust was still firmly pinched with the blade, as for why the rust of this gap disappeared, Aven couldn't find an answer for a while.

Elvin...

A voice whispered to him. The voice seemed to come from the heart, and it seemed to come from the distant starry sky.

Elvin...

The voice was louder again, and it seemed louder than the one before. The voice was like a woman's voice, and it was like a man's voice, hoarse and seductive.

Who is it? Both Leah and Arican were asleep, and there was no sound except the crackling of burning wood.

Kill him, kill him!" the voice was like a whisper in his ear, guiding Evan to Alexand's side.

Iskar must die, kill them all, kill them all!

Who to kill? What is Iskar? Who are you?

Ai Wen held the sword and shook his head vigorously, he felt his head a little dizzy, his limbs became numb, and his hands unconsciously raised the sword.

No, no, why would I do this...

Aven wanted to fight, to resist, but his forehead continued to sweat, and his vision became more and more blurred, and gradually he could only see the outline of the sleeping Argon on the ground.

Kill him! Kill Iskar! Iskar must die!!

"Aven?" Leah woke up.

"Ah, what's wrong?" Evan suddenly woke up from the chaos, and he panicked as he hid his sword behind him and looked at Leah with a pant.

"What are you doing here?" Leah rubbed her hazy eyes, "I'm almost asleep, I'll come in the middle of the night." ”

"Oh, okay. Evan pretended to be calm, but he didn't dare to come out, his hands behind him were shaking, and his back was completely soaked.

It must be a dream, it must be a dream. Evan lay on the ground with his back to his side, closed his eyes and muttered.

However, the second half of the night was longer than he expected.

......

......

Under the first rays of dawn, Fast led the team back to Gilberg to the cheers of the crowd.

Sensational flowers and salutes greeted the city's hosts, while rotten vegetables, rotten eggs, and onions smashed into the group at the back of the line.

"Let them drown in our saliva, you damned bandits. A peasant woman carrying a basket of vegetables shouted angrily with her pupils wide, she was venting, it seemed that there was only one hobby left except farm work.

"Hang them, hang them! Woohoo!" Many outsiders who joined in the crowd also made a fool of themselves, and they were more than happy to spend their leisure "time for entertainment" in this short procession.

"Smack!" one captive was hit in the head with an egg and fainted on the spot. After a while, two soldiers came up and dragged him over.

Before the rack at the bazaar, Fast dismounted. He stood on the execution table and responded to the cheers of his people. The execution table was filled with torture instruments, and the members of the trial parliament were already seated.

"O people of Gilberg!" said Fast, beginning his pre-sentence speech. The people who had come to watch the execution had already filled the streets, "I am your lord, Fast Tilros! Today is a memorable day, and I will swear here to exercise the power of King Nozer on my behalf, so that these wicked sinners will be punished as they deserve!"

"Woohoo!" cheered from the crowd, who preferred to watch the excitement and to see people being executed, even if the sinners on the stage had nothing to do with them.

An elderly councillor came with a red and white satin, the uniform dress of the Parliament. Wearing somewhat blurry glasses and holding a book with six stripes on the cover, he began to pronounce the sentence.

After saying the established procedure, he raised his voice and read out the final verdict: "... Their wicked deeds have violated Articles 8 and 23 of the laws of the State of Nozer, and I hereby declare that they will all be hanged!"

"Woohoo!" cheers rang out again. The captives were dragged under the nooses, their hands tied, and then the nooses were put on. Some of them closed their eyes and muttered about the gods in their hearts, some of them widened their eyes and were full of horror, and some of them even pleaded with the soldiers behind them.

"Execution!" the captives were hung in the air as they struggled in pain.

"Good. Fast turned away from the execution table, and the crowd reached the climax of the verdict.

......

Fort Gilberg, a luxurious and chic room.

Marcas' wounds had been bandaged, and his right foot had been saved, but his left ear had been coated with thick herbs and wrapped in a strap.

"Thank you, dear master, that my companions have been slain by these bandits, and that I am your most despicable servant from this day forward. Marcus shuddered.

"Poor traveler, you can follow me from now on, your figure is quite strong, and you should be able to become a swordsman like me in the future, and I will make you my personal attendant when the time comes. Elluman said.

"Haha, you're going to keep him with this piece of garbage, and you're going to be a squire?" said Ellumine's brother, Fast's second son, Joryton Tilros, who had curly brown hair like Eluman and a slightly chubby face with an obnoxious oily gloss.

"If I pick it up, I prefer to leave him in the stable and let him pick up the manure. The eldest son, Puo Tirros, came in, tall in armor, with a fair face covered with freckles, and the two were always inseparable.

"My lord, my hands can still move freely, my injured foot will heal in a few days, please believe me, I am not a waste, I can still dance the sword, and I will protect your safety for life!" Marcus quickly knelt on the ground, not daring to raise his head. He knew that the sons of these lords were moody, and that only the most humble means of currying favor could he find a place in this castle.

"Oh my God, look at his shitty look, like a poor bereavement dog, if Mother knew you had taken him to your room... Ha ha... I can't wait to see your sobbing expression!" Joryton stood in the doorway with a colorful performance, causing Puo to burst into laughter.

"That's what my father willed, and he has left it to me, so you don't have to meddle with it anymore. Eluman replied bluntly.

"As you please. Puo felt bored, turned around and left with Joryton.