Almost starved to death on the streets, he was fed two pieces of black bread by a crook to save his life, and was almost killed by Carter......

He no longer wants this to happen to him, he will no longer be enslaved, he will no longer be persecuted, he will no longer be left without food, and he will no longer be beaten to the point of being helpless.

For those who hurt themselves and must get the same ending as Carter, Al searched in his mind and was stunned to find that such a person was actually Carter.

Because when the faces of the butler and the maid appeared in his mind, there was not the slightest hatred in his heart, but a trace of gratitude rose in his heart, and he thought about it and was relieved, if they didn't force him away, he would never jump out of that iron triangle, and he would never have that kind of idea, which was simply whimsical in his previous concept.

He liked to be whimsical, otherwise he would not have tried to absorb knowledge from everything around him while he was still a serf. As for the whimsical content, people in the desert will inevitably fantasize about the coolness of the waves, quenching their thirst and surging.

Al wanted to experience the happiness of the upper class, like them, squandering, taking at will, thinking of demanding...... He suddenly grinned, did he still have two huge IOUs in his hands?

The outlaws who got dressed and left the casino brought in a strong force enough to resist their opponents, stood on top of the platform, and roared at the trembling enemies below: Hand over my things!!

Since he is so busy, he naturally has no mind or time to weave some beautiful story to deal with Carter.

Now the number one task is to get out, and it can be done at the same time, which is to think about what caused this strange dagger to recover.

Al didn't plan to wait for someone to save him, and he wasn't a man with many friends, although judging by the performance of the Awakened One, it seemed that there was a possibility of coming to save him, but who could be sure, rather than waiting for rescue with a very small chance, it would be better to do it yourself.

After all, it is better to rely on people than on yourself, men can rely on sows and pigs can go up trees, women's words...... He thought for a moment, then shook his head.

He stood beside the iron door, rubbing what appeared to be a lock, groping for its weak spots, and thinking about the strange dagger.

Then he immediately thought of the two brothers, and relatively speaking, the recovery interval of the strange dagger was a little too long......

The last time Al was knocked unconscious, in the small wood room, he had thought about resisting and escaping, and naturally thought of using the dagger, but it was still in jerky form at the time.

"So you recovered from my coma, and it doesn't matter how long I've been in a coma, time is not the point, it's what happened to you during that time. ”

The strange dagger has always been hidden in his arms, and he has never moved his position at all, if he insists on being moved, who would be so neurotic to take it out and stuff it back for him?

So, after thinking and recalling, combined with the speculation made in the woodland, Al came to the conclusion that the strange dagger had replenished energy during that time period.

As for the source of energy, there are only two possibilities, one is from himself, and the other is from the jerky placed with it, after all, these are the only two closest to it. But Al is a little unsure, the strange dagger has always been in his arms, and it is put together with the jerky given by Selapel, why don't you suck it early or late, but at that time?

It doesn't make sense, if you say that you have to replenish your energy when you're asleep, it doesn't make sense, after being rescued by that awakened person, why didn't it reply?

"Malegobi, I almost forgot to get down to business," Al patted his head in frustration, grabbed the handle of the strange dagger and pulled it out, ready to use it to fight the lock.

The moment he held the handle, the coolness came from the palm of his hand again, like a wind flowing in his body, quickly filling his whole body, and even blowing the broken hair on his forehead to stand on end, making him feel as if he was back to the night when he rushed to the werewolf, the firelight and the sleeves of the hunt, and the pleasure of piercing the beast.

His heart moved, he pinched the dagger blade with his other hand, released the grip, the coolness in his body quickly disappeared, the clothes and hair that were slightly stirred also calmed down, he clenched the grip again, the coolness and the breeze swept inside and outside again, after repeating it a few times, he already had a conclusion in his heart.

What is certain is that the coolness in the body, as well as the breeze covering the body, come from this dagger.

In addition, Carter must not have taken the dagger seriously, and wrapped the weapon tightly in linen, treating it as an object, not power. This behavior reminded Al of the Baron's collection, which he only hung on the wall to admire, became a talking point among his kind, or gave it to others in exchange for what he needed.

No matter how Carter looks at it, it's the second type, he talks about dividing the land and canonizing the knighthood all day long, what he wants is power.

"It's like putting the cart before the horse," Al sneered, although he hadn't been in contact with Carter for a long time, he had been unconsciously affected by it, and even the sneer he made was seven or eight points similar to it, "Power comes from power, and power is contributed in exchange for power, how can such a clever person do such a stupid thing."

By the way, I'd better give you a name," Elmo said, feeling the hardness and smoothness of the dagger, in an extremely soft tone, "A weapon that can drive the wind gives me the speed of the wind, and the name must have a wind in it." ”

Al thought for a while, and a flash of inspiration flashed, "Why don't you just call you [Neurotic], Lao Tzu became neurotic when he used you for the first time, and then he lied to those two women that he was neurotic, since you are my thing, it is not a loss to inherit this name, isn't neuropathy crazy......"

......

Suddenly feeling that something was wrong, Al rolled his eyes, and then continued to think of the name as he held the strange dagger high with both hands and slashed towards the lock, "How about calling it Wind?!"

Bite!

The dagger collided with the metal in an instant, and the sound of the impact came from the iron railing in front of him, and at the same time, there was a force of shock, and the force was so great that it almost bounced the treasure in his hand out, but fortunately, Al took this situation into account before he made his move, and his hands were clenched tightly.

"I can't imagine that Carter walked in with a torch and saw his face on the iron railing, stretching out his hand to take the dagger outside, but he couldn't reach it, then he beeped the dog!"

Al shook off his numb hands, and first examined the dagger for fear of breaking it, but after touching the edge of the blade with his fingers extremely carefully, he found that it was still smooth and sharp.

"Why don't I call you [black and hard]!"

He smiled, and touched the approximate position of the cut just now, and looked for a long time, but found that the cut was crooked, and instead of hitting the lock beam, he cut it to a horizontal fence, but the gap made him smack his tongue.

The slash marks are simply unbelievably deep, almost cutting off the horizontal bar thicker than the thumb-thick vertical bar, this level of sharpness, I am afraid that it can easily pierce those silver armor, Carter is hiding in those iron cans, and it is meaningless in front of this dagger.

Bite!

Al continued to slash towards the lock, tentatively saying, "Wind?"

Bite!

"Hurricanes?"

Ding Ding Ding!

"Tempest?"

Bite!

......

"Storm?"

Al was overjoyed, the lock beam was cut off by a knife, and the lock fell to the ground with another crashing sound, and he raised his foot and kicked the iron door full of knife marks, and then with a [clang] sound, the iron door was kicked and smashed against the wall.

"Good fellow, then call you Storm!"

Al kissed the dagger in his hand. He began to grope his way to the railing on one side, and as he had guessed, it was supposed to be a large prison, and it was an underground prison, and of course most prisons were supposed to be underground prisons.

"Then you should find a staircase to go up, Lao Tzu made such a big move and no one came, you should have to go up several floors......

Little one, I'll take you to drink blood!"

Al put the dagger back in his arms, since the energy is limited, it is natural to keep it to serve those who are guarding outside, he believes that according to Carter's temperament, the people he will encounter will definitely not be able to deal with himself.

If it weren't for the storm, he let out a sneer.

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The north gate was in sight, but Babu did not let up, and after handing over his spear and shield to Master Korovoz, he drew his knight's crosssword, and when he charged the werewolf, he could only keep his body as low as possible, relying on the horse's charge to maintain his lethality, of course, there were always clever werewolves who knew to leap a little higher and take this equally clever knight off his horse. But with the blessing of speed and courage in the collision between the two sides, the glittering sword would disembowel, or even split the werewolf in half, and whenever such a time, Babu would sneak a glance at the figure on the right, hoping to get the other person's approval.

The current situation is very bad, although there is no large group of werewolves rushing in from there for the time being, but they are not far away, and at the door, there are more than a dozen huge figures, all of them are much bigger than the guys who have attacked the cavalry queue along the way, and the mounts under their crotches are even larger than them. As for the mace in his hand, Babu didn't have the confidence to take the other party's blow, no, Babu wasn't sure that he would be able to resist a sweep alive, if they weren't joking.

He couldn't help but look at the knight at the front, the knights were getting more and more skilled along the way, and just one north gate avenue made them no longer make mistakes because of fear or nervousness, and a large part of the reason for this was due to Master Korovoz, to his commanding ability, his courage and bravery, and his courage and perseverance.

If it weren't for this adult, the group of foolish people blocking the door now might have been covered with corpses, either in the outer city, or on the way to escape from the inner city to the west outer city.

Babu lowered his head and unconcernedly rammed an oncoming werewolf again, knocked backwards and trampled by the cavalry procession, a foolish act that could not be feared.