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Chapter 479: Encounter on the Battlefield (1)

Moro slashed off the head of a necromantic warrior with a single sword, black-red smoke emanating from the severed neck, and the shapeless head fell lightly to the ground and leaked a strange smile, while the necromantic warrior was still able to swing a knife.

"Heart!" Patrick shouted anxiously, "Only the heart can kill them!" ”

Moro apparently reacted, stabbing a sword through the heart of a necromantic warrior, who vanished into the air as a smoke. Mo Luo secretly calculated that the ability of these necromantic warriors was lower than that of the dark beasts, and the deterrent power was only in the number, but it was still a lot of pressure for these soldiers.

Morro's movements couldn't have been faster, dazzling on the battlefield, and she saw the familiar figure in the layers of necromantic warriors.

With a whip sweeping away the floating necromantic warriors in front of her, each step seemed to require a great deal of courage, and she was only ten steps away from Roland, but she seemed to never be able to finish.

That day, the first time you told me you were Roland Altiant.

Now, you're still you, and I'm not that me.

Twenty years of companionship.

She was covered in black-red smoke that killed the necromantic warriors, her aqua blue eyes were covered with a terrifying blood mist, and she carried a silver whip, which shone and shone because it had absorbed too much blood.

Her silver armor was stained with blood, like her eyes were stained with too much hatred, and they would be broken today.

First step, I never wanted to meet you on the battlefield.

Step two, I never wanted to be your enemy.

Third, I used to treat you as my brother and I trusted the most.

Step 4, why? You're going to do this to me?

As a final step, do you remember those pasts?

Roland narrowed his eyes to see her approaching as she matured and killed, her black figure shuttling through the smoke of the void of those necromantic warriors, the blood of the soldiers next to him splashed on his face, and he just stood and looked at her.

From the age of nine to thirty to the incomparably long life thereafter, I thought I could always be by your side, accompanied and guarded.

I thought I was the one who accompanied you to the end.

Roland's usual gentle face still had a warm smile, the kind of smile she had been familiar with and reassuring, and she only felt irony at the moment.

The noisy battlefield became quiet at this moment, he only had her in his eyes, he had waited for her for too long, he had waited for this day for too long.

Her target was only him, everything on the battlefield had disappeared, and she stood in front of him at the last step, but she didn't expect Roland to just raise her hand and caress her short black hair.

She froze for a moment, that familiar feeling, as if this was not a battlefield, but the palace of Ales, where she had lived for twenty years, and it was not Roland Altiant standing in front of her, but Roland.

Dylan watched her figure from a distance, and whispered to the attendant next to him, "Protect Morrow." ”

The screams and yells on the battlefield brought her back to reality, a brutal battlefield, not a home, not a conservatory that would give her a sense of security.

She took a step back, ready for battle. "Roland, I never wanted to meet you on the battlefield like this, but now, you and I have no choice."