Huge corpses lay in pools of blood, the remains of ballistas and several mutilated corpses. Raindrops began to fall in the sky, and bright red blood gradually bloomed on the ground like blood-red roses.

Next to the corpse, facial paralysis and Tully's expression was solemn, and the old knight staggered slowly from behind, "No... No... I just haven't followed you for a while—" The old knight's voice trembled, and the rain clanged against his helmet and trickled down the edge to his old face.

Karl, who fell on the head of the wyvern's corpse, had a large hole in his abdomen torn open and half of his intestines hung outside, and the old knight stepped forward, resting his head on his lap, and took off his coat and put it over Karl's body, covering his horrible wounds.

"Gerodi, I really can't do it this time, this is the worst injury I've ever suffered in my life, you've always wanted me to call you a teacher, you've always wanted to pass the black sword to me, but I can't let go and refuse you, I'm sorry... Now I've got you a clever little ghost, and you've got a successor to your skills. I'm sorry I let you down. We've been together for decades, and thank you for being like a father to me and accompanying me on my adventures. Without you, I would have been.... And facial paralysis, the golden group will depend on you in the future, Tully can't hold his breath, Wright is too frivolous, but you have to be kind", Karl's voice was already very weak, and he asked Daemon to come over again. He gently touched Damon's head, "Boy, Gerodi is the legend of Weiss, you have to learn from him, the biggest regret in my life is that I didn't learn a trick and a half from him, you don't want to be like me." Don't have any conflicts with Tully in the future, we need to be united, you have to listen to the words of the facial paralysis and the teacher in the future, learn more real skills, otherwise you will be like me..."Carl smiled bitterly, and a mouthful of blood flowed out of his mouth with a cough.

Tears blurred Damon's vision, he had just felt like he had loved ones, but now he had lost them. He pretended to be calm and stood up, wiped away his tears, and shouted to the few mercenaries who survived: "Long live the Golden Regiment!" Slowly, some mercenaries began to shout after him, and finally everyone raised their arms and shouted Long live the Golden Regiment, and the sound was higher and higher.

"Remember to cut off the claws of this monster, this is my trophy, send it back to my hometown with me and bury it, bury it, let me go down and pretend to be a good force, those bounties are left to you, I am not rare, now Lao Tzu can finally rest..."The rain is getting louder and louder, but Carl's voice is getting quieter and quieter.

"What happened! Didn't you still be alive when you went, what are you all doing!" the old veterinarian shouted hysterically as he was carried back by everyone, he and the old knight were the oldest in the Golden Regiment, and it could be said that these two accompanied Carl every step of the way, witnessing him grow from a hairy boy to a seasoned mercenary leader, and they never thought that they would also witness Carl's departure.

Covered in bandages and splints, Wright tried to stand up but couldn't move, and could only lie on the ground screaming in pain.

All the people mourned the loss of the regimental commander, and this grief even overshadowed the joy of the successful hunt. The old knight began to go insane again, for the first time since Daemon came.

The raging flames consumed Cal's corpse, and his facial paralysis called Daemon to his side, "When we return to Master Edus, Red Limburg, you will send the leader's ashes back to his hometown of Raelenbang with the old knight, and then we will meet in Linxia City."

Dimon nodded blankly.