The morning glow is gloomy, and everything is silent, and I want a trace of tranquility, but I don't know the cause and effect.

Arthur rode a horse and followed Brooke, Brooke also carried the unconscious Perinor, the two did not walk fast, but Arthur had been inexplicably uneasy since he came out, this uneasiness was unknown, he was a little irritable, and always felt that something was going to happen to him.

"Arthur, where the hell are we going? Brooke asked in a deep voice, he was wrapped in three layers of clothes, three layers of clothes, and he didn't know how to do it with a necromantic creature without five senses, Brooke actually felt hot, and Arthur almost didn't have a mouth after hearing it. Skeletons are hot, but what about liars?

"I'll go on business, if you don't go with me, I can find a hotel and place you in the hotel. Arthur looked back.

Brooke waved his hand again and again after hearing this, he was still afraid that Arthur would lose him, in case Arthur lost him, then he really had to wait for death.

"Don't... You'd better take me with you. ”

Brooke chattered about his glorious history, and Arthur interjected a sentence without a word, and prepared to rush to the place where Gasolonigo had an accident, and did not encounter anything strange on the way.

At noon, the two of them found a place with a good geographical location, ready to take a little rest and eat something, and found some firewood, used large stones, simply piled up a ring, placed the firewood neatly, made a simple triangular support with long branches, and half-hung the copper basin on it.

Arthur took out the things he had prepared in advance from the space, Brooke picked some wild mushrooms from the side, and the two made a fragrant mushroom broth at noon, which tasted pretty good, but it could only be called good, and it couldn't be compared with the ones at home.

Arthur looked at the fire in a silent daze.

"You don't have something on your mind. Brooke asked, puzzled.

Arthur frowned and looked into the distance, "I don't know, since I left the town, my heart has been beating violently, and there is a faint sense of foreboding, but I can't think of a reason. ”

Arthur scratched his head in annoyance. "Forget it, no matter, it should be me who is too worried. ”

The two chatted about trivial matters, and Arthur filled a bowl of soup and gulped down on dry bread.

Brooke looked greedy, but he ate it as if he hadn't eaten it, went in his mouth, and then flowed down. He often told Arthur that although he no longer had the fear of death and no worries about the passage of time, he could not satisfy his empty heart, and if he had the opportunity, he would like to continue his research.

Although Arthur openly agreed to Brooke's various requests, his placement was still a problem, and the only way to send him to the Sith was to find an opportunity.

After eating lunch and cleaning up briefly, Arthur felt a little tired. Brooke has been asleep for a hundred years, and he doesn't need sleep, and with Perinor, who doesn't know when he will wake up, Arthur asks Brooke not to be lazy, and finds a clean corner to make up for the good dreams he didn't have last night.

In a moment, he fell into a deep sleep due to exhaustion.

...

Blood stained the earth, countless people's severed limbs scattered, the expressions on their faces were hideous, with endless fear, the place and scenery were so familiar, the people lying on the ground were so kind, Arthur stood in the center of the sea of corpses and blood, his hands were dyed with red blood at some point.

Sith Town, all the people who are familiar with it, all dead!

Arthur looked at his hands with a cold face, and his eyes lit up with endless anger, and the anger was not a crazy cry, but a cold to the bone.

There was the sound of wings flapping in midair, and Arthur's golden pupils glanced up at the sky, where there stood a six-winged angel of death with black wings.

Her wings were pure black, and she waved slowly, and black feathers floated down in the air, like swan feathers. It has a sheer sheen of pure black.

His skin was white and flawless, he was wearing pure black armor with a translucent black circular magic shield on the outside, and a black energy sword in his hand, exuding a strong sense of oppression, and the sword body was still dripping with blood.

Her hand holding the sword drooped slightly, looking casual, but the blade of the sword was cocked in an arc of about 45 degrees, and although she didn't move, she was still vigilant.

Arthur's gaze met her only with a bone-chilling coldness and mechanical intellect, as if she were not a human being, but a machine, a machine without any emotion.

Arthur's angry heart immediately calmed down, and there was no need for man and machine to be angry, otherwise it would be no different from playing the harp to the cow.

Arthur drew the sword of light of stigmata and turned into a six-winged male angel of golden light, holding the holy sword diagonally into the sky, and the angel of death also brandished a long sword and rushed towards Arthur, and the two long swords met in midair.

Black and white, as if they were enemies who did not share the sky, drew the two most dazzling shock waves in mid-air, disillusioning all the surrounding clouds for ten miles.

The sun shone brighter in the sky, but for a moment the sky was covered in boundless darkness.

....

"No !!"

Arthur woke up, beads of sweat on his face, he gasped for air, he took off his shirt, and there was a slender sword mark on his chest that had been cut diagonally from his neck, but no blood flowed, just a sword mark hidden behind the skin.

But the pain to the bones couldn't be faked, he felt that in addition to the skin on the outside, the flesh had already been wounded inside, and it had penetrated deep into the bone marrow.

At this time, Arthur's face was not bloody, and he looked into the distance in a silent daze.

It's late, it's all over.

I have exhausted all the measures and endured so far, but I didn't expect that a wrong decision would bury all my people, what should I do, how should I be!

Poof~ Arthur spat out a mouthful of blood and leaned against the tree, he was defeated by the angel of death in his dream, and a sword slashed through his heart. If it weren't for the body of the white dragon, he would have died by this time.

"Arthur, what's wrong with you?" Brooke said.

After Arthur's upper shirt was unbuttoned, Brooke also noticed the slender sword mark on Arthur's body, and he was even more surprised.

"Haha..."Arthur looked bitterly into the air, his heart was dead by this time.

"I had a prophetic dream, tonight, all my men and friends will die, and even my territory will be reduced to nothingness in an instant, I can't beat her, she is too strong. ”

Brooke looked at Arthur in surprise, foresight dreams are not something that can be done by just one person, unless there is a person with great wisdom, a king, or a seer and a sage level can have a chance to be favored, vaguely perceive the possibility of what is about to happen in the future, and finally avoid it.

If Arthur can get favor, then he can....

Brooke looked at Arthur in surprise, looked at his face carefully, remembered his holy sword, remembered his eloquence and skills, could it be that he could fly with him in the future?

"Now that we know the result, let's go back quickly. ”

"Go back, the territory is thousands of miles away, my heart has been cut off, and now it's hard to move, do you think it makes sense?"

Arthur gasped for breath, no blood on his face and body, countless cold sweats broke out all over his body, and the pain was unbearable.