The wind, blowing through the field, carried away the smell of death so strong that it was pungent. The pit where the nezumi hid became a natural tomb, and watching the corpses of the six nezumi being stacked in the depression, I have to say that this scene is quite ironic. After all, just a few minutes ago, they had been hiding here, plotting to attack a nearby village at night.

"They didn't expect this to be their end. The elf held a lit torch in his hand and kicked the wood at his feet against the corpse. Burial alone cannot eliminate the possibility that the bodies of these lifeless monsters will continue to spread the plague, and only the flame can completely kill the plague in the rats.

"Maybe they guessed it a long time ago. Leon said as he stuck his hunting knife in the dirt and stood beside Bakham. The chief knight stretched out his hand and motioned for the servant to give him the torch. The elf was puzzled by the Blood Lion's movements, and it seemed to him that it made no difference who would light the flames.

"They were the people of the lion. The knight's eyes turned to the other. Bakham noticed that there seemed to be something too heavy in his eyes to dissolve, a self-blame for his own incompetence and guilt for the nezumi. Now that the elf knew that he was not the only one who was suffering from killing the nezumi, his mentor was much more gloomy than he looked.

"It's not your responsibility, you don't owe them. Still, Bakham handed the torch to Leon, and he tried to comfort the human in front of him with words. Because the mere sight of the emotion in the knight's eyes was enough to make him feel uneasy. Something was wrong with his mentor, Elf thought.

"They are still the people of the Grey Lion. So it was my reliction of duty not to protect them. The Blood Lion said that the flames of the torches danced wildly in the wind, as if to show how much the warrior seemed to be struggling inside. Leon never forgot that these evil beasts were once like him, and the oath he had taken on the day he was knighted struck his heart like an iron whip.

"Alright, let's hurry up and get this over here. The heavy emotion in the knight's long words made the elf reluctant to debate with him on the subject any longer, and Bakham said as he turned his back and walked away, not wanting to see what happened next. Behind the elf, the torch was thrown from Leon's hand, leaving black smoke trails in the air and falling into the pit. The smell of barbecue and a choking stench rose from the hollow along with the black smoke.

But Leon did not move, he remained standing by the side of the pit, keeping his torch throwing, and let the smoke envelop him. The ash that had not yet burned down fell on the knight's bare skin with black smoke, causing bursts of stinging pain, and the thick dust covered the blood lion's mouth and nose, making it impossible for him to breathe. But Leon still didn't move, he still stood there, his eyes closed, not knowing what he was thinking.

The lack of oxygen made the knight's brain slowly quiet, and the silence of dying made Leon feel comfortable at this time. Perhaps, it would be a relief to die of suffocation like this, right? However, just as he was about to step into the embrace of eternal night, a pair of hands, a pair of elven hands, pulled him out of the thick black and rolled him down on the grass behind him.

"Ahem, ahem!" Buckham coughed violently, driving the dust out of his mouth and nose, and next to him, Leon was lying on the ground doing the same, but because of the more ash in the knight's mouth and nose, the saliva and snot that fell to the ground were black.

"Next time, I won't save you if you want to die!" the elf, who had recovered first, walked over to the Blood Lion and yelled at his mentor. He was really frightened by Leon's actions just now. However, the elf's words did not reach the knight's ears, perhaps the ear canal was blocked by smoke and dust, and there was not the slightest sparkle in Leon's tearful eyes.

Seeing that Leon was completely unresponsive, Bakham had to pull his knight up from the ground and half-drag and half-pull the blood lion under the tree just now, hoping that the knight would cheer up quickly. The fire slowly grew smaller, and the corpse of the nezumi turned into dirt in the flames. Using Leon's hunting knife as a shovel, the elf tossed the soil into the depression and crushed the last of the sparks. As the sun set in the west, the Blood Lion rose from under the tree.

"I doubt now that you'll ever make it to your soldier alive. Handing the hunting knife to the knight, Bakham said sarcastically. Leon's face was covered in black dust and looked very funny, but for some reason, the elf just couldn't laugh. Maybe it's because of the white marks on the knight's face that run down his eyes.

The knight silently took his weapon and plunged his hunting knife into the scabbard behind his waist. He walked in the direction of the sun, and not far from that direction there was a stream. Leon knelt by the stream, looked at his reflection in the water, and smiled. He washed the black ash off his face with the water of the stream, but no matter how he could wash the black stain off the armor, the knight found that it was because the overheated ash had burned the silver paint off the torn armor, revealing the blackened metal inside.

"Let's go. Leon said to the elf behind him, as if nothing had happened, and he was back to the calm and determined warrior. And although the Knight Chief didn't think so, this was the second lesson he had taught Bakham, and it was even more important than how to time it in battle. He taught the elves that when you kill something, something in your own heart dies with it.

Bakham followed behind the knight, and he glanced back at the mound where the six monsters were buried, and he knew that there were more than six nezumen buried in the mound. And a part of this young elf. Bakham's arrogance and blind pursuit of battle are buried here forever. Buried in this unknown field.

The wind, blowing through the fields, makes the low grass make a "huh" sound. A human and an elf each rode a horse, silently walking on a country road.

"Where are we going?" asked Bakham, who knew the names of some of the famous cities in the Greylion, but he hadn't been.

The chief knight thought for a moment, and he looked up at the sky. Thinking that at this time, Cheese and the others should be fighting in the capital of the Blue Lion King to investigate the origin of the plague. He tried not to wonder if they would feel the same way he did when they killed the nezumi, it was too much for him right now.

"We're going to the Hammer Leader, where we are needed more than the king. ”

In fact, in addition to the presence of cheese, there is another thing that affects Leon and makes him reluctant to return to the royal capital. He was afraid to face his Grand Master, and the knight didn't know how to admit his failures like the stern old man. He was afraid that Atticus would see through it, and the old man could always see through the fragile emotions that were growing in his heart.

"Let's go to the Hammer. The knight whispered.