'God Namu is above!' I will never trust a red-haired wizard again in my next life, oh no, in my next life!' Alan swore a dying oath. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Time seemed to stand still, the afternoon sun was warm, but it made Eren feel like a frog thrown into warm water, and the sword against his chest was a raging fire under the boiler, and as time passed, the blade would sooner or later pierce his chest, just like the boiling water of a boiler scorched by a blazing fire would boil.

"No, don't do it yet! let go of me! Look! He's stopped! My witchcraft isn't working!" Steven's hoarse plea came from behind him. Alan guessed that by this moment Sersi had grabbed the boy by the collar and was about to wring his thin straw-like neck. But it would be even worse for himself to be pierced through the heart by a sword lying all over him with a knight covered in blood, than to have his neck torn off.

Time passed, and after a while, he tried to open his eyes, and Mike's blank eyes were still imprinted.

"Your Excellency, calm down!" Steven shouted from behind him, "Trust me!

Even though Eren had cursed the red-haired wizard in his heart ten thousand times before, he still had to do what he said at the moment.

He stared at Mike, who was holding the sword flat, and several countermeasures floated in his mind, but the sword against his chest was too close, and if Mike really wanted to stab him to death, even the god Namu couldn't save him.

After a brief thought, Eren took a deep breath and slowly moved his right foot back for half a step, his left foot following closely behind, the sword pressed against his chest. When he looked up again, Mike also took a half-step forward.

"Man, you-"

"Don't worry, Sir, keep back!" the damned voice interrupted Sersi, "The gate is right behind you, about two hundred paces away!" the nasty voice paused, "Twenty paces later, a corpse will appear on the ground, remember to step over." Be bold, just make that saber out of wood!"

When it is made of wood? Alan thought to himself, I can only think of myself as if I were made of wood, and the sword against my chest will always be sharpened like clay!

His heart was beating horribly violently, and he kept moving backwards and slowly while staring at Mike intently. He didn't dare to make the slightest sound, even if it was smaller than the flapping of the wings of a mosquito or a fly, which would make his pounding heart rise to his throat, and the distance of two hundred steps seemed to be a road to the abyss, or walking so far around the entire Sumerian continent.

He didn't think Mike would always be like this, and he didn't trust the damn red-haired wizard on the city walls, and worse than that, the afterglow always drew his attention to the sight of the hairs standing on end around him. The three of them lay motionless on the ground, the pool of blood under them had curdled into dry blood clots, but after the scorching sun, the smell of blood did not diminish at all, but was more pungent than fresh, and blood clots and corpses like this were everywhere, almost all over the courtyard.

By the time he retreated closer to the wall, Eren was exhausted, and he never thought he would stay with death for so long.

"Your Excellency, we can't see you anymore!" the damned voice came again, "I have an idea! When you retreat to the gate, call at random, and the knights outside will open the door for you and grab your companions! Don't worry, I'm in control!"

When the shadows of the two were completely swallowed up by the darkness of the corridor, Allen's back was already leaning against the heavy door. His eyes were glued to Mike, still shining with vigilance, his hands clenched at the corners of his clothes were already soaked with sweat, and after repeatedly making sure that his companion was not making a rash move, he glanced slightly, and used his peripheral vision to pass through the gap in the door, trying to confirm that Steven was right.

"What are you looking at?"

A voice came from beside him. Alan immediately turned his head to look at Mike, who was staring blankly.

"Yo, brave Dalton seems to be scared. The voice came again. Alan didn't notice Mike's lips squirming, but the voice was indeed coming from Mike's mouth, and the timbre was Mike's, but the accent was not a standard lingua franca, but a slight Nippelan accent. Judging by the pauses and tones of the sentences, Alan could almost confirm that the person who spoke was not Mike.

"We know each other?" he turned his head to look around, but his gaze eventually fell on Mike's cold, merciless eyes.

"Know?" the voice sharpened, "Of course we do." Alan Dalton, I want this bare-chested warrior to kill you with a single sword!"

"Kill me?" Eren repeated, then chuckled softly, "Death has found me many times, but I've always left her hungry!"

"Oh, you've found a hypnotic little wizard!" the voice was shrill and terrifying, "Hmph, it's just a stinky boy who is halfway home." The man smiled grimly, "It seems that he made you have a sweet dream?come, let me help you end this sweet dream.....

When the voice faded, Alan felt fear strike again, and prayed that his shouting would cause the door behind him to open quickly, but he couldn't observe the outside at all, and he couldn't shout for help.

Suddenly, he noticed that Mike's eyes had become fierce and terrifying, and there was a crisp sound of a sword landing at his feet. Immediately after, something flew over, entering his body from his eyes, nose, and mouth, and in the next second, the mass that entered his body burned in his body like a flame, flying, roaring, like a beast gnawing at him from the inside out.

He heard a voice in his ear, a terrible scream, a hoarse tail as if he had been tortured in some way, but he was sure it wasn't his, it seemed like some kind of consciousness was racing in his head.

After a brief moment of disorientation, he confirmed that the voice was coming from Steven.

But by this time he had no time to care about anything else, the flames in his body seemed to burn him to charcoal, he fell to his knees with a scream, and when he looked up, he saw Mike's cold boots.

A glimmer of light appeared in his vision, then grew larger, and Alan saw his own shadow, and he immediately wondered if the door behind him had been opened, and then the neighing and rattling hooves of the war horse confirmed this.

Someone dragged him out, his ears filled with Eridu that he didn't understand, and he felt that the fire was fading, but every bone in his body seemed to have turned to ashes, and he was like a puddle of mud, softly dragged behind him.

When the door closed, Alan lay flat on the dirt floor, still alive, but having trouble breathing. He saw Sercy's anxious face, and Sir Duck and the red-haired wizard.

He blinked, trying to hear what they were saying, but the strange scream still took over his mind, and he could only see his companion's lips moving, but he couldn't hear anything.