Three days later, Lear and his party appeared directly south of Enrith Marsh, and they lost their way shortly after setting off without their guide, which made Lear deeply realize how abrupt his decision was, and it was really not so easy to find a path of his own.

Maybe Adela is right, but it is impossible to turn back now, for a young or even young leader, it is not terrible to make mistakes, just learn from the lessons and correct them in time, but all the consequences must be borne bravely.

He sincerely apologized to Adra, who tolerated his forgiveness.

Dinner was a swamp boar, captured by Mlak, grilled by Guina, and Wallenk drooling and slapping his hands on the sidelines.

Non-famous melon eaters include Lear and Adela.

"Where should we go next?"

Valenque asked inarticulate as she tore off the hot, oil-stained, charred pork rind and stuffed it into her mouth.

"I don't know. ”

Lear pulls out the map he originally seized from the thieves and tries to orient himself, only to find that the map extends to the edge of the desert in Krurod, and they are now in Tartaglia.

Then he thought that saying this might hurt the morale of the others, and added, "It's good to go all the way south." ”

To the south is Dimon, with vast plains and forests, and it should not be difficult to find a place for human beings to thrive.

Then he heard the wailing and shouting of the horses in the swamp.

"Concealment. ”

He whispered, then motioned for Mlak to go and see what was going on.

This dexterous fat man was always as light as a swallow, and he was really the best scout before he became the flying general.

"It's the Bracadas, a squad of about twenty infantry, and they have a wagon covered with a black tarpaulin, and it's hard to see what's inside. ”

After about three minutes, Mrak returned to his place, whispering back to the crowd.

"Are there any magicians or high-level warriors?"

Lear cares about these details.

After the mistake he had made a few days ago, he told himself that he could no longer make any decisions that were so reckless, especially when his decisions would affect the lives and deaths of others.

"Without magicians, I can't be sure of the words of high-ranking warriors, but I don't feel any traces of the flow of fighting energy from them. ”

Mrak replied.

"How sure are you?"

Lear confirmed again.

"About seventy percent, because I'm very close, ten percent of the magician's words. ”

"Next time I hope these two words are probably removed from your answer, this is not the judgment that a good general should have, now take me to see it. ”

Mlak was a little depressed after Lear, when did he say he was going to be a general?

Through the thick bushes, Lear finally saw that it was indeed an infantry squad of Bracada, and there was no sign of the presence of any magicians, if there were, the mages should seize this precious opportunity to start meditating, they were such a group, they would not miss any opportunity to accumulate magical power, and Lear could feel the traces of the flow of magical elements in the air.

And yet nothing.

As Lear was about to turn around and go back to the crowd, he heard shouts from behind him.

"Gilder, if you can't get the carriage out, then our brothers will drag the girl out of the carriage and have a good time, so that we can only wait here, and relieve you of a little pressure. ”

Gilder was the name of the soldier who whipped his horse incessantly, and then there was a burst of laughter filled with obscenity.

"Shut your stinky mouths, you bastards, why don't you come and help Lao Tzu pull it if you have the strength to speak, it's better than wasting time here together!"

The veteran was clearly not a fuel-efficient lamp either.

"Oh, hey, that's not good, it's you who is in charge of the carriage, our mission is only to escort, if we can't send that woman to the front in time, we won't be whipped by the captain for you. ”

"Then shut your mouths, sit there honestly and watch, and don't come to hinder Lao Tzu's work!"

It's just that the more anxious he was, the heavier the whip in his hand, the deeper the two black horses sank into the swamp, and the two front hooves were originally just stepping into the mire, but now they were almost up to his chest, and even part of the wheels behind him began to roll into the muddy water.

"Sons of bitch, come and help! Do you think I'm the only one who can't please me? After taking the mud and stone fortress, Lao Tzu will invite you to drink in the best tavern, okay?"

In desperation, he could only cry out for help behind him.

"That's what you said, and you want to call each of us the prettiest chick!"

The twenty infantrymen sat up from the dry ground and whistled as they approached the wagon, but as soon as they lifted the tarpaulin covering it, they heard a cry of despair from the bushes opposite.

"No !!!!!"

"Who's, who's there, get out!"

The Bracadas heard the sound as if they were facing a great enemy, but they had left all their weapons in the dry land before they came over, and now even if they wanted to go back and get them, it would take half a minute.

Answering them was a blue magic arrow.

Then the second, third, fourth, fifth, sixth, and it wasn't until Lear had exhausted all of his magic in an instant, and seven corpses were paralyzed on the ground, that the rest saw a crumbling figure rising from behind the bushes opposite.

Mrak knew why Lear was out of control in an instant, so after Lear started attacking without warning, he immediately drew his long sword at his waist and killed the Bracadas, he was afraid that he was not fast enough to end the battle quickly and hold his brother in his arms.

Because only those who saw the scene in the carriage would understand how sad Lear would be right now, nay, maybe not at all.

Lear's howl not only shocked the Bracadas, but also the hearts of Guina and the others in the distance, but when they arrived at the battlefield, they saw only blood and corpses on the ground.

Lear knelt in a pool of blood with his hands on his back, a carriage covered in a black tarpaulin in front of him, and Mrak's blood-red eyes guarded the edge of the battlefield, his cannibalistic gaze made everyone know that even if he passed now, Mlak would not hesitate to slash them with a single sword.

It was only through the cold moonlight that everyone found that Lear was clearly trembling all over his body, crawling slowly in a pool of blood with his knees and palms.

"Let's go!"

Mrak pointed the tip of his sword at Guina and the others, and his body began to move closer and closer to the three of them.

"Fatty, are you crazy?"

Valenk thundered, only to see two lines of blood and tears running down his cheeks from Mrak's eyes.

Adela first turned around and walked towards the place she had come from without saying a word, then Guina slowly retreated in her worried eyes, and finally Valenque stomped on the ground under her in hatred, and walked away one step at a time.

"Ah!!!!h

As Mrak's back was about to disappear behind the bushes, he heard a heart-rending cry from behind him, and he wanted to go back and hold his brother in his arms now, but he knew he couldn't.

That man wouldn't want anyone to see that, and even he wanted to gouge out his eyes in remorse now.

O Adis, why are you so cruel?

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"It's not that ... Will there be the protection of the Wizards' Guild treaty?"

In the carriage, which was completely covered by the black tarpaulin, Lear stretched out his palm tremblingly, but he did not dare to land on the face full of trauma no matter what.

A blood-stained Rouyi grabbed his wrist and pressed his hand against his own blood-soaked cheek.

"You're now... Will... Think I'm dirty?"

"No! How could I! How could I allow myself to think so! You will always be the most beautiful and pure one in my heart, and you will never change!"

Tears slipped from the corners of his eyes and then fell on her scarred body, but she felt some long-lost warmth.

"Would you like to kiss me?"

He didn't answer, just cupped her cheeks with trembling hands, and kissed deeply on the once warm and now puffy red lips.

"How could it be... How can it be... How could they do such a thing to you!"

Lear wanted to roar, to scream, to vent his grief in every way, but in the end he could only turn into more violent choking and trembling.

"Don't cry... Child... You're my pride... Cough... Ahem..."

She coughed up two more mouthfuls of blood.

"Brandon is crazy... Kristen... Also crazy, they wanted to hang the teacher's body, so... I... I attacked him, and now... That playboy can't do anyone anymore... This... Wouldn't it be great?"

"Don't say it! I will definitely cure you, I will find the best alchemist, and I will always protect your !!"

The light in Lear's pupils faded, and he was on the verge of collapse.

"No... I also have one more wish, I don't want anyone to see me as I am, except you. Cough... Ahem..."

"Please, don't say any more!!"

"If death is near, I want to sleep in your arms like this, you... Can you help me?"

She looked at him with a pure gaze like a child.

He hugged her, and he had already cried into a tearful man.

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The Heroes of Antaglisi: Memoirs of the Highland Priest Adra: On a cold and rainy winter night in the 124th year of the Antaglici calendar, my friend and the target of my life, Lear Dressfit, suffered one of the greatest changes in his life, and it was on this night that he announced that the wizard King Gwen Magnus would be his lifelong enemy.

But in fact, it took him less than ten years to completely destroy the vast Bracada dynasty.

Throughout my career of following him on his expeditions, he showed his tolerance and wisdom to the entire continent, but he spared nothing of the legions led by Bracada, Mrak, and Haag.

He destroyed all of Bracada's resistance, and decapitated anyone who dared to take up arms against him, from brave orc warriors to children shorter than wheels.

The most tragic of all were Viscount Christine and Archmage Brandon, who, after Lear had conquered the capital of Bracada, ordered their two to be put to death, and after their deaths, they used their souls to make some kind of deal with the demons that would lead them to eternal hell.

No one knows where Lear's deep hatred for Bracada came from, not even Master Mrak, who has followed him all his life.

Only Valenke, who made a drunken gaffe and said that there was a name that remained in Lear's heart forever, but the next day he sobered up and no longer admitted that he had said such a thing, and finally paid a heavy price for it to be forgiven by the man.

So the name and what happened that night became a mystery that floated in the sky of the continent for thousands of years, just like the ethereal miracle of Antaglisi.

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