"No !!"

Cedric's wife let out a cry of grief, her face stained with her husband's brains, and she held on to her tall, burly body, holding on to prevent him from falling.

"Oh my God, the gods are above!"

The women around were stunned by the sudden surprise, and the knights quickly pushed them away, clenching their swords and looking in the direction of the arrows.

The joyful atmosphere condensed, tension and panic spread in people's hearts, and only unwilling mutters could be heard on the battlefield in an instant: "Wake up, Cedric, wake up..."

"He's dead," said the Earl in a low tone.

He hurried over, turned over and dismounted, and looked at the Misty Mountain people who rode not far away, the glorious guardian of the Omenwolf with hatred in his eyes!

Selected from the most powerful warriors of each tribe, these elite troops are supplied by the power of the entire clan, riding iron-blooded horses, holding giant long moon blade axes in their hands, and wearing the same equipment and armor as the bear-claw berserkers, claiming to be the knights of the Misty Mountain people.

There were exactly twenty-one of them, and the one in the lead, although he was also riding an iron-blooded horse, wore a helmet with horns and a huge bow in his hand, revealing a strange red symbol on his upper body, and looked completely unafraid of the cold of the wind and snow. This gesture looked somewhat similar to the portrait of the Omenwolf brought back by the scouts, but the Count knew it wasn't him.

He knew the archer, and his once most powerful knight, Os, had died at the hands of his arrow, and like Cedric, he had been shot through the head with an arrow while wearing a helmet, splattering his brains.

However, in that battle, when Lance rushed to the rescue to show his might, he mixed in the crowd and took the opportunity to escape, but he didn't expect to meet here again and set a trap ambush.

"Who are you?" asked the Earl.

The situation was very unfavorable to their side, and the fleeing Misty Mountain people regrouped, and the shaman not far away was already directing the new reinforcements to bend their bows and arrows, and although the thick formation was still a little chaotic, this time they did not have the ties of women.

The offense and defense are different, and now it is Livingston's side who has to do their best to maintain their safety, and it is difficult to let go of the fight with all their might.

"What about Lance of Ilcutrin?" the brute obviously did not think that the prey in the cage was qualified to know his name, and he teased in a relaxed tone, "I originally wanted to catch a wolf, but I didn't expect you to be a stupid bear again, it's really disappointing." ”

"Hahaha!"

The surrounding misty mountain people laughed uncontrollably.

The Count gritted his teeth weakly and took off his two-handed greatsword behind his back and held it tightly in his hand. What can he say, this is the second time he has fallen into this guy's trap, and he feels a little ashamed to think about it, his dignified Earl of Livingston, the lord of Silverblade Castle, has been teased twice by the barbarians who enjoy the primitive life in the Krens Mountains, if this is spread, I don't know how many noble ladies will laugh off their big teeth!

"I'm sorry, my lord..."

The rest of the knights bowed their proud heads and repented of what they had said to the Count, apparently realizing that the Count was not hesitant to move forward out of fear, but only to see farther. And the actions of himself and others, while seemingly heroic and fearless, are disgraced to the reputation of the adults to whom they are loyal and put them in danger.

They each kissed his wife on the forehead and said goodbye. Then they fell to their knees before the Count, begging for his forgiveness before they died generously. After all, in terms of the current situation, there is obviously no second possibility, and everyone only hopes that the moment can be in front of these women, and the process is better to be happy.

"You..."

The Count was a little moved to help the knights up one by one, patted them on the shoulder, he also felt that some of his previous thoughts were worthy of these loyal knights, but all emotions were needless to say, and it was enough for each other to understand that the other party was an existence that he could entrust everything.

Although this scene seemed a little sensational, the barbarians did not stop it, nor did they intend to take the opportunity to attack, apparently thinking that their side had won the game and could enjoy some kind time.

"How is it, do you have any last words?" The leading barbarian smiled easily, put on a victor's face and mocked: "Don't think about breaking through, this time you don't have a heavy infantry brigade under your command, even if Lance from Ilkettrin comes, it is estimated that he will not be able to save you." ”

He triumphantly raised the huge bow in his hand, which was inlaid with a large gem that shone with a deep blue halo in the sunlight, as if it was the source of his confidence.

The Count's eyes narrowed slightly, and thanks to the inheritance of knowledge among the nobles, he recognized this gem.

Dragon's Tears Gem!

A rumored gem condensed from the Dragon's Tears.

Just as he was puzzled by the brute's confidence, a voice suddenly sounded in his ears: "Pray, Carolus, if you need help." ”

It's Nidaye's voice!

The Count realized that he had become a true Templar, qualified to use magic through charism. He suppressed the ecstasy in his heart, fell to his knees in the same way as Lance remembered, and prayed in a sincere tone: "Great God of Nidaya, please give me..."

"Dances with wolves!stop him!" shouted the shaman in the distance, apparently another deserter who had seen the power of magic.

"Stop! Count Livingston!" the leader of Misty Mountain, known as Dances with Wolves, drew his bow and pointed in the Earl's direction, "Stop! or these women will be buried for you!"

"Shameless!"

"Coward!"

The knights immediately scolded.

As if to verify that he wasn't just talking, the surrounding Misty Mountain people pulled their bowstrings apart and pointed diagonally at the sky, an angle that covered the Ravenstonians' location.

"Give me strength, I will follow your will and preach your praise... Bastard!"

The Count had to stop praying, and he looked around at the women, all of whom were looking at him with calm eyes, and none of them made a sound of fear, even if the next moment they were likely to face death.

Unlike the knights, they were heavily armored and had shields to defend themselves from. There may also be people who have howled over their pets that died tragically, and screamed loudly for beautiful roses. But at this moment, they are undoubtedly the bravest people.

"Go on, Lord Earl!" the women of the North fell to their knees and pleaded earnestly with him, "Let these damned barbarians pay the price they deserve!"

Though few of them could understand the Count's previous actions, the misty mountain people's overreaction made them realize that this man must have enough cards to fear him, and that they and the others had become a burden to him—something they couldn't bear!

"Your Excellency!"

"Please continue, sir!"

All the women were pleading, pleading to accept death rather than bring the mob to justice and pay the price for the sins they had committed.

Surrounded by their stubbornness in the middle, Count Carolus never felt so powerless as he did at this moment. He looked directly into the eyes of different colors, shook his head, and firmly refused.

I can't afford this sin!

He also made a vow to be kind to the weak and not to harm any woman. Letting these women die because of their own decisions is obviously a kind of violation...

The Count pushed away the crowd, his two-handed broadsword, and stared in the direction of the Misty Mountain Man.

"You... You can even borrow the power of the gods?!" came a question in the distance with the wolf in surprise. He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he saw the Count stop praying, but the bow in his hand was still open, and he pointed at the Count and did not dare to relax in the slightest, for fear that the next moment there would be a holy light to descend.

Obviously, when facing this transcendent power, he was not as easy as he said before. Even with the giant bow inlaid with the Dragon's Tear Gem in hand, the price of using it may be unbearably high.

The scene was at a stalemate for a while.

This made Ye Ming, who had been watching all this on the screen, quietly waiting for the sound of the earl's prayer, but was disconnected at the critical moment, and secretly scolded his mother.

In fact, long ago, from the first time he saw that dark blue gem, there was a voice in his heart that sounded wildly - I must get it!

That's why he took the initiative to communicate with the earl!

Not only because he felt the huge energy contained in that gem, but what Ye Ming cared about most was the energy itself!

In the course of his not-so-long exploration, it seems that he has never seen any entity capable of carrying emotional energy other than living beings. Creatures have souls, and their consciousness is rejecting them, resulting in the need to consume energy at every moment when they descend to maintain the normal operation of the body, which cannot be maintained for a long time.

But that gem didn't!

Ye Ming could feel that the energy contained in it was calmly brewing in the internal space, but it did not leak out even the slightest, this perfect and stable form simply made him feel ecstatic.

You must know that after the detection and analysis of the chip, the value of that energy is about 100 points. This meant that if Ye Ming could absorb all of them, it would be enough to increase his body by more than ten times.

What is this concept?

He recalled the feeling he had felt when he used the Holy Light Bomb, the way he used it to explode and damage enemies due to the instability of his energy, and suddenly it dawned on him that he might have gained an incredible treasure.

After all, how rare is the perfect and stable form of the Dragon's Tear Gem? Every time in the process of gathering energy, Ye Ming, who can clearly feel the sense of rejection of this world itself, feels that it is very, very rare! It even makes him see a glimmer of hope for reinventing himself!

Isn't your own body just absorbed by absorbing the energy of emotions?

As long as he gets that gem and successfully imprints his spiritual imprint, Ye Ming will be able to construct a channel, so that his consciousness will occupy the dragon tear gem, and he will have a body that is not rejected by the world, and it is perfect and stable and does not need energy consumption to maintain, even if it is just a gem!

After all, from crossing into an illusory ball of light to successfully snatching a gem with a physical form, it can be regarded as a big step in life, isn't it?

It's a little exciting to think about!

Ye Ming stared at the picture on the screen, although he knew that it was impossible, he still felt as if he had produced the illusion that he had not seen for a long time, and his blood was boiling. Some can't wait to hold that beautiful gem in their hands and experience how wonderful it is...