A loud bang shook the valley, and a fire appeared in front of my eyes, and then I was enveloped in thick black smoke. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The black smoke cleared, and I saw that the man who had stepped on Caesar's face had somehow withdrawn more than twenty meters, the huge pitch-black scythe in his hand behind his back, and the eyes hidden under the cloak stared deeply at me.

My heart tightened, and when I looked down, it was okay, Caesar was still panting.

But when I look at it this way, I feel like all the blood is on the top of my head.

A hand, reaching out of the snow, stretched helplessly to the sky. The hand was pale and cold, apparently lifeless.

There were many of the same hands, twenty-four, and they became a jungle of pale and low hands, stretching out of the snow to the sky. Next to his hand, a broad-edged knife of the same standard fell. I could tell at a glance that it was the weapon I had personally brought to Tiktius.

This means that the twenty-four brothers I gave to Caesar have been laid to rest there.

I jumped off my horse, clutching the musket in one hand and pulling out a fighting axe from Alex's men with the other, and pale at the five men wrapped in black cloaks in front of me.

Caesar struggled from the ground with great difficulty, and I saw that his face was equally pale, covered with wounds, and his shirt was torn into several rags by a sharp sickle. He gasped for breath in the snow, his eyes glazed over, and he seemed to be greatly frightened.

I whispered, "Caesar, come and come behind me." But Caesar didn't react, just stared in a certain direction in the air, gasping for white air.

I got angry, and I squeezed a cold voice out of my chest and asked, "Who the hell are you? What have you done!"

The black cloak at the head let go of the hand that was covering his right shoulder, and I realized that his black cloak was already wet with red liquid. It was expected, but I was a little surprised when I saw it with my own eyes. This black cloak is extraordinary, at least a master of Allen's level, but he was injured by me who was powerless, and the power of the musket was really extraordinary.

I was in a trance, when the black cloak suddenly spoke, and made a shrill sound like a piece of iron scraping the bottom of a pot: "Musket, who are you to stop us from moving?"

I furrowed my eyebrows: "Who are you? Are you awesome, where are you bastard?" I winked at Caesar, hoping that he would come to me quickly, but Caesar didn't look at me at all, and he was in a daze, as if he had been drained of his soul.

The black cloak said in a hoarse voice: "It's useless, he's crazy, no different from a dead man." The black cloak then raised the scythe: "Soon, you will be the same!" As soon as I finished saying this, I suddenly felt a strong danger, almost instantly, before my body could react, a pitch-black scythe appeared on my side, and it hooked down with rolling killing intent.

My musket was still pointing forward, but there was absolutely no chance of shooting, and I held the axe in my right hand, but it seemed so weak at the moment that I could almost smell the rancid stench of death.

But the scythe didn't come down, and I didn't realize that I was being stabbed in two parts. My eyes blinked for a moment, and after that moment, I could see the face of the black cloak.

It was a pale face, so pale that I remembered at first glance Mebius, the archdeacon.

But in the next second, the face twisted hideously, because a brutal fist was slammed on his face, and then, like a watermelon, the pale face exploded with a thud, and a mist of blood sprayed out.

I screamed "Ahhhh

The four black cloaks on the other side apparently didn't react, and in the blink of an eye, the guy had no head. They seemed to have been stabbed by someone, and jumped up in anger and horror. Immediately afterward, I felt a fierce wind blow past me, and a large man at least two meters tall and the size of Nabal rushed out of me, and I didn't even know when he appeared.

The big man crashed headlong into the encirclement of the four people on the opposite side, and four huge pitch-black scythes slashed down from all four directions, and I immediately heard a series of "bang" sounds, and the scythes only left a few white marks on the big man's body. The big man didn't seem to feel any pain at all, and he reached out and grabbed the two sickles, and snapped them off with two clicks like twisting dead branches. With another stretch of his hand, two black cloaks burst into the head. The remaining two black cloaks in front of me had the idea of escaping, and before the body turned around, I saw the big man kick a broad-bladed knife in the snow, raised his hand and threw it, the originally ordinary broad-bladed knife, in this throw, actually turned into a huge wheel of death, roaring through the air, in the blink of an eye, chased behind the two, easily cut the two of them in two, the upper body had already landed, and the lower body ran out a few steps before falling to the ground, blood and internal organs stained the snow in a mess.

It took less than three minutes for the big man to finish all this, and when he turned back to look at me, I immediately felt as if I had been targeted by a ferocious dragon, and the boundless mountain of power fell on my shoulders. I almost got on my knees as soon as my legs went limp. At that moment, a firm hand suddenly came out from under my side and held me firmly.

A gentle male voice as sunny as a single sound that could make people full of strength and incomparably solid sounded behind my ears: "Peter, you scared him. ”

The big man named Peter immediately relaxed his shelf, grinned, and said, "Yes, Commander. ”

I felt the pressure on my shoulders disappear instantly, and I immediately turned around and was greeted by a face that was not very handsome, but it was incomparably kind, with bronzed skin and some encouraging smiles. It was a man about my age, wearing a very ordinary leather armor, and an equally ordinary and ordinary handguard sword hanging from his waist. He held me with one hand, and the other hand rested on the hilt of the sword, seemingly unintentionally.

"Hello. He smiled and said, "Didn't scare you just now, did you?"

I patted my chest and said it was okay.

He said, "Your musket ......" I realized that when I turned around just now, the musket in my hand subconsciously stabbed this person in the chest, and immediately hurriedly apologized and lowered the muzzle.

"My friend and I happened to be nearby, and we came here when we heard the gunshot," he said. How did you provoke these people, and this musket...... Where did you get that?" he asked with a smile, but I had a vague feeling that if I didn't answer properly, the sword in his hand would easily cut me in two.

I honestly told me about my encounter with Nabal, of course, I didn't say who I was, only that I was a bard.

He frowned and said, "I see, that's understandable." Suddenly, he laughed twice, as if he had thought of something funny. He said, "In this way, the two of us are really destined, and I will call you brother." ”

My eyes widened and I didn't know why he said that, but suddenly, I thought of something, and my heart chuckled, and my eyes widened.

You won't be so lucky...... No, it should be said that it is unfortunate.

Sure enough, he smiled and said, "Introduce yourself, it's an honor to meet you, I'm Lao G." ”

It was like a thunderbolt on a sunny day that slammed into my head, and my head buzzed, and I almost lost the ability to think, and my soul flew out of the sky. It took me a few seconds before I came to my senses, smiled bitterly, and said, "Hello, I'm Emmons." ”

Old G, the person I have been thinking about how to plot for a while, suddenly appeared in front of me so suddenly. Worse still, I stabbed him in the chest with a musket just now. I suddenly regretted a little why I didn't pull the trigger just now, but when I thought of the big man Peter behind me, I broke out in a cold sweat again.

Old G smiled and said, "Emmons." Let's sit in a different place, Peter killed five Dark Order Inquisitors just now, and this place will soon be lively. You don't want anyone to disturb our conversation, do you?" Old G waved at Peter, and I was carried by Peter, a big man, almost without resistance, and several leaps and dances out of the valley, along with the delirious Caesar.

But they didn't seem to see it, and I stomped a few feet on the snow at random before leaving. They didn't notice, but they should be able to notice Molodov, who came from behind.

Soon after we left the valley, we saw three horses tied to the side of the road, a man with long thick brown-red hair, a ponytail tied at the back of his head, dressed like a ranger-like figure, sitting on the side of the road munching on a chicken leg. When he saw us coming, he threw the half-eaten chicken leg in the snow, stood up with a shiny face, and said with a smile: "Boss, what's the matter, take two captives? ”

I immediately felt a chill coming up from behind, and I began to wonder if Old G knew everything and if I had fallen for some conspiracy.

Old G smiled and said, "What a prisoner, don't talk nonsense, this is my newly known brother, Emmons." We've just killed five Dark Inquisitors and saved him and his friends. Now back in Chanda, his friend is injured and has to look for Longxi. ”

The man who called himself "Roar" laughed evilly: "Look for Longxi, I see that the appointment is a few months later, and Longxi has all handed over to the dryer boy in the past few months." ”

Old G also smiled, but didn't say anything, helped me on the horse, took the lead, and left to the north.