Misplaced Correction?

The twilight was heavy, and it couldn't withstand the frightened look on Alves' face, and the sword in his hand left an afterimage on the ground in the faint light of the candlelight. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The last general who still maintains his self-consciousness?Could it be that the imperial capital has already fallen?Will the hidden generals and Nicholas fight for them fall into their hands...... How is this possible? Even if a hundred orcs come, they can't be defeated, let alone the necromantic army that invades in the middle of the night. Countless question marks flashed through Alves's heart, but he still stood in front of Seon with a blank face, not showing fear.

The hunky Sein wears a cold iron mask on his chin, and his face is covered in scars from scabs left by scabs. Seeing that the man in front of him was still in such a common defensive posture, he hummed and said lightly, "What's the matter? I don't believe that you are the only leader left in the imperial army?"

Alves suddenly remembered something: "You are Caesar's men?"

Sain clenched his fists and clicked, and shouted angrily: "Do you dare to call our king by his name, are you really not afraid of death? ”

"I can't beat you, but that doesn't mean I have to kneel down and beg for mercy. With his left hand behind his back, Alves motioned for the soldiers to flee.

"It's indeed a man with backbone, why don't you consider joining us, in this case, I can intercede with the Demon King and let you be the leader of the necromantic army. Sein deliberately let go of the little soldier whose legs trembled with fright, and set his eyes on this handsome man without squinting.

"What if I don't promise you?" Alves sneered.

"You don't see that red pillar of light, it's a strange ray of light that can exploit everyone's consciousness, activated by the ancient magic array in the underground caverns of the Temple of the Cutting Edge, and its spread can envelop the entire city of Zilvaza. But everyone who sees it will struggle on the edge of the narrowness of human nature, and finally erase the bright side of human nature!" Sein put his fist on the ground, very leisurely.

"Unfortunately, I wasn't affected!"

"Hmm, you didn't see the red pillar of light before I stopped you, otherwise you could still stand here and talk to me?" said Theon's casserole-like mouth grinning, revealing a row of animal teeth, and a somewhat intimidating smile.

At this moment, the sleepy Mochado stood up lazily from the pile of dry yellow straw in the clearing, walked to Sein's right hand in a daze, rubbed his sleepy eyes with the back of his hand, and gently patted his muscles, which were as strong as stones, and said slowly: "Little Vivi, how did you become so big?"

Before Alves could wake him up, he took three steps and four steps back, and he hurriedly spoke to calm Theon.

But how could Sain listen to him, lift Mochado up with one hand like a kitten, and stare at the bewildered Mochado's straight hair with a prey look. After a few seconds of stalemate, Sain lifted his thick and wide left palm and pinched his head, tentatively squeezing hard to feel the softness and hardness.

"Hey, dude, can you please stop being so rude?" Mochado greeted in a sweat.

"I don't know if human flesh tastes good or not!" said Theon, swallowing his saliva.

"Don't, I'm covered in bones, I don't have any flesh, don't be disgusting to you!" Mochado realized that the situation was wrong, and through the gap in Sein's palm, he saw Alves holding a sword out of the corner of his eye, and then locked on to the beast-faced monster in front of him as an enemy.

"Let him go!" Alves hissed.

"It's easy for you to scare me like this, and if I slip my hand and pinch out his brain, then it's no wonder I'm going to blame!" Sein was ugly but had a bear's back, and his pretended miss was too spicy to look at.

"It hurts!" Mocha was so annoyed that he used to take the opportunity to be lazy, and he didn't even know where to lose the most important weapon, and he wanted to escape from the monster's hands, the difficulty was obviously great for him who didn't take anything seriously, and if he wasn't careful, he was likely to be slapped into a meatloaf by the monster, what is the difference between such a bloody death method and a street rat.

"I'll put my sword down, will you let him go?" Alves had no choice but to exchange conditions for some sympathy from Theon.

"Yo! For the sake of such a hairy boy, would you rather give up the sword in your hand? Are you really a general?" Thane has long heard of the general-level bigwigs, it is said that they are a group of extremely backbone guys, even if they are covered in wounds, they will carry out their will, and will never fall in a pool of blood before their own army is destroyed. But the unassuming Alves refreshed his mind, and he didn't even understand why he did it.

"This is my way!" replied Alves simply.

"Haha! It seems to me that it is nothing more than the mercy of the weak. The truly strong will not be shaken by this matter, the soldiers have their own mission, and sacrifice is their fate, so why bother? If you don't even have this understanding, you are just a general. Sein laughed three times, but still didn't stop moving.

"Don't mess around! I'll let him go!" I'll leave you at your disposal......" Alves let go of his burden, his tone softened a lot. He is indeed not as decisive as a general, even if his subordinates are always lazy and evasive, he does not blame and punish too much.

Someone once said that it is difficult for him to become a knight with such a weak style, and it is more than enough to be a knight. But he didn't believe in evil, and it took him ten years to step by step from a nobody to the position of a general, and no one must know about the hardships except himself, which is also related to his temperament that he has never shared with others.

At this moment, the balance of hostility has been broken, and it is in vain to blindly compromise on the other side of the scale, or even let go of resistance.

Mochado was a little moved, struggling and yelling at me and stuff like that.

Sain thought he was too noisy, and the left finger that pinched his head changed the direction of the force slightly, causing the kid to look at the bright red and purple pillar of light in the southwest, revealing a hint of cunning.

At this moment, at two o'clock in the morning, the concentration of the sky has decreased a lot, and the red pillar of light seems to be very strange.

Mochado only stared at it for only three seconds, and the question in his heart had not yet been raised, the whole pupil of his eyes was like a stone statue that quickly faded into silver moon gray, and his movements trembled slightly, not much worse than a marionette with a broken thread, and the biggest change was that fine markings appeared on the bronze skin, and a faint lake blue gradually emerged.

"Yo! I didn't expect it to be a good billet, I thought it was an ordinary green seedling. Sein exhaled cautiously, and laid down the Mochado as gently as he did with a pottery toy, happier than if he had found gold.

"You bastard!"

Seeing his subordinates become such a ghost, how can he describe his anger. Alves picked up the sword on the ground regardless of the difference in strength, and instilled magic power in the tip of the sword aimed at Sein, which was a powerful sword qi attack.

The triangular pyramid translucent sword qi rushed out of the barrel with the force of the bullet, turning an inconspicuous parabola and spinning, piercing the air with a sizzling sound. Such a basic sword qi assault is not a small trick for people who use swords, at most it is a novice must practice skills when learning swords, and many people use swords to the point of perfection, they will learn their own tricks and abandon these basic skills.

But Alves is different, he constantly reinvents these basic skills, strengthening them to the point of being superior and putting them to use.

On a normal day, this powerful sword qi assault would definitely pierce through the thick stone slab. But at this moment, this attack hit Sein's thick palm, and he couldn't shake even a small piece of skin before he lost the battle, and he was not qualified to tickle it.

"Little Alves, do you want to change too?" Sean didn't turn his gaze to Alves as he sat with his lantern-sized red eyes open, and he didn't have time to think about how Alves would stare at when he heard the word mutation, because the air above had changed.