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Such a grove may still be a striking sight in other parts of the St. Aaron Empire, but it is no longer worth mentioning here. The sunlight shone in, making it no longer dark and damp, but rather warm, and it was easy to see movement fifty meters away, as if the wolves of the forest that had been hiding in the darkness and whispering were completely absent.

Suddenly, a flock of birds perched on the branches of the trees rose up in panic, and a large area of black oppression covered the sky.

Several teams of knights dressed in green and brown horses galloped past.

The Duke of Jusen is a knight of the forest.

The brown horses were not as tall as the mounts of the average knight, and the careful training of the Dukes of Jusen had made them short, sturdy and clever, and could easily move between complex woodlands.

These green knights, who did not wear even the lightest leather armor, were armed only with short knives and daggers that never left their bodies, and any weapons and equipment that might affect their speed were discarded and moved forward as fast as they could.

The sound of horses' hooves rolled by, anxious, serious, and angry.

In the woodland that the knights had just crossed, there were vague figures, a thick and pungent smell of blood, and exhaustion and sadness that could be felt a hundred meters away.

Some were standing, with tomahawks, knightly swords, or knightly spears, their eyes cold, angry, and guilty.

Some were sitting on the ground, leaning against tree trunks, covered in scars, some serious wounds had just been treated carelessly, the ointment was unevenly applied, the bandages were very sloppy, and some blood was dripping down the ground, their eyes were blank, their eyes were glazed, their faces were not dried tears, mixed with dust, sweat and blood, dirty, angry, fearful, shameful.

In the end, there are still some people, lying on the ground, lined up in a neat row, their bodies are still warm, but they are already stiff, there are many wounds on their bodies, but the blood stains have been carefully wiped by others, although their eyes are closed, but their faces are unwilling, frightened, and angry, but they reveal the last light in those eyes.

It was a muscular man, next to his criss-crossed tomahawk, with a crossbow bolt through the back of his head, and with blood-red eyes, he had chopped off the heads of two enemies with his hideous tomahawk, his name was Ryan Smith.

It was a lean and nimble man, flanked by his nearly one-man-tall two-handed greatsword, and when he returned to the arms of the gods, his blood-soaked shirt would be his battle robe, and the scars on his body were the last medals of his life, his name was Ned Miller.

It was a tall young man, but his face was full of traces of wind and sand. The young infantryman who was shot in the thigh had already exhausted all his strength, and it seemed that he also saw death smiling in front of him. The young brave man roared, waving the spear in his hand indiscriminately, but it seemed inevitable, in the chaos of the battle, a huge blood cut in his chest, his name was Aslie Haber, who took care of Arthur along the way, like a big brother.

It was a black-bearded dwarven boy, with short and strong limbs, and the huge war hammer beside him showed the exaggerated superiority of the dwarves in strength, but his face was no longer clear. The tenacity of the dwarven boy made the forest wolves in black daggers feel threatened, and under the siege of several people, two daggers plunged into the dwarf's eyes and mouth, piercing through the brain. The dwarven boy's name was Furnace, and he always listened to the nagging of the brass hammer in silence and patience, and he was not even an adult, and he did not have a name of his own.

It was two teenagers who were shot through the palm or thigh, clutching their best friends so hard that they supported each other and fought until they were shot in the chest by a feathered arrow, and their throats were slit by a dagger, and neither Mr. Will let go of their companions.

It was a girl in red, with a beautiful face, a budding figure that had gradually taken on a hot taste, and the arrogant smile on the corner of her mouth was often naughty, stubborn and a little deceitful, but it was the smile that Drake missed the most. Her eyes were serenely closed, enveloped in despair and fear, and her brow was a little bright red, which was her last makeup, from the straight and short shaft of the crossbow arrow, and her name was Alice Brown, the second daughter of the Earl of Brown, the Duke of Silk.

It was a quiet girl dressed in white, with a simple face, but what kind of compassionate soul was behind those gentle eyes? The body was weak, but he struggled to squeeze away from Nina, who was crying bitterly, and took the short sword that attacked herself. The girl's smile has faded, but her name is deeply imprinted in everyone's heart, Julie Louis.

The deceased is gone, or peaceful, or hideous.

Leaving behind the people who are still alive, in front of this pale young face, deep in prison, in pain, struggling.

In fact, for the boys and girls, what they did was a miracle.

Encountering a large pack of wolves but none of them died, being in a deep ambush but being able to kill the enemy, the enemy's support was close at hand, and he could bring back the remains of his companions and successfully escape.

This is something that even the average knight of a squad can't necessarily do.

But looking at the companions who were still laughing and laughing yesterday, they have only known each other for half a month, but they get along day and night, and support each other, every teenager has become a prisoner of the heart at this moment.

The dwarven Copperhammer, who was always chattering, was surprisingly silent, his head resting on his own Bronze Hammer and turning his back as if he were sleeping, but the familiar and annoying snoring was gone.

Garcia had his eyes closed, his head resting on the trunk of a tree, and he would have looked very calm if it weren't for the terrible blood stains that had begun to dry up all over his body. The only one who could move his right hand was clutching the tomahawk tightly, and the green tendons on his arm were bulging, like angry and shy little snakes.

Nina seems to have been in tears from the moment the wolf pounced on her, for the Garcia who saved her, for the beauty that saved her, and for her own cowardice and the guilt that came with it. The little girl was scared and tired, but even Garcia's strong, thick arms could not calm her down. Every time she closed her eyes, it was the bloody mouth of a wolf, Garcia's hideous wounds, the glaring dagger that flashed with cold light, and the poignant figure of Qili rushing towards her.

The little girl was already very tired, and she cowered beside Garcia, and she had no strength to sob.

The knight's sword and bayonet spear were thrown aside, and Drake stared at the serene face of the red-clothed girl in despair, the blood-red arrow hole like an abyss, and if he fell into it, he could never climb again.

The young man's mind is budding, and others always seem to be insignificant, but at that moment, for that young man, the smiling face of the girl in red may be everything to him.

Arthur was very worried about his friend, even the one who used to bully him.

Arthur's chest was covered with three deep scars, the closest he had been to death.

He is not afraid of death.

After all, after escaping death under the claws of the sand lizard, death was just as terrifying, but it was difficult to panic him.

It wasn't until Lucia was injured in the clutches of the timberwolves in order to save him.

He was afraid, his chest full of self-blame, full of guilt, and full of fear.

For the first time, he thought about what would happen to him if Lucia died in front of him, if Simon died in front of him?

He didn't dare to think about it anymore, he was afraid that he would not have the strength to pick up the black sword and fight again.

He was ashamed that he could only shrink behind Lucia, but he was also afraid that he would never dare to shrink behind Lucia again, watching the sword light and sword shadow attack her thin body.

If he moves forward recklessly, the scar on Lucia's back may be the price.

But if he had to hide behind Lucia and wait for the opportunity to move, every sword that came at Lucia would definitely pierce his heart first.

The death of his companions grieves him, makes him angry, and makes him miserable.

But the torture from Arthur's own fantasy was drawn as a prison, making him unable to move, just as sad, as angry, and as painful.

The pain of fantasy swept through his body again, and Arthur looked at Lucia with a shudder.

A beautiful aqua green dress was covered with bloodstains, coagulated, hardened, and it was already very uncomfortable to wear. The leather armor with a slight girl's decoration was full of scratches, tears, and slightly red marks, most of which were the masterpieces of the Timberwolves, and the heaviest wound on the body was probably the wound on the back, which Arthur regarded as a wound of shame.

In the battle of the Timberwolves, she played very beautifully, using a stabbing gun to properly open the distance, and cooperating with the mentor next to her and the elusive Arthur behind her to control the whole situation.

Lucia was wonderful, Arthur thought.

But Lucia didn't think so at all.

Her pretty face was distorted, her eyes were staring at the row of corpses, tears were rolling in her eyes, her teeth were biting her lip tightly, a trace of blood had flowed from the corners of her mouth, her fists were clenched, her nails had pierced the flesh, but she didn't feel half of the pain.

She knew the origin of every scratch on her body, it was her habit to summarize the mistakes she had made.

But she couldn't find a single wound from the Men in Black's daggers.

Every time her spear stabbed out, only someone blocked the frame, but never fired back, and every time she inadvertently exposed a gap, the incoming dagger would inevitably change direction, pretend to knock on her shield, and then bounce away.

brutally killed six teenagers and girls, two heroic warriors in black, but even her leather armor could not be cut.

Behind her, Arthur, the thief who was supposed to be protected by her as a knight, struck like crazy and scarred more than himself.

Why does the man in black mercilessly kill others, but capture himself alive?!

Those damned, squirting in the dark, filthy men in black!

For the first time, the girl who has always been proud feels sad for her identity as the only daughter of the Duke of Qinsizhu!

It has caused Arthur to cringe by depriving itself of friends, and now it has even brought irreparable disaster to his companions!

She could feel the stares of several mentors from time to time, so cold and unfamiliar, she could even feel that Arthur seemed to be looking at her.

For the first time, a girl who has always loved beauty is ashamed of her smooth skin!

Lucia trembled and pulled out the dagger from her boot and aimed it at her palm, with a look of madness on her face that she had never seen before, and was about to stab it hard!

"Phew!—" The sound of the horse's hooves approached, and the knight who had just gone ahead shouted, and the horse stopped, stood on the side, and snorted.

"Lord Desert Duke Kyle, Lord Baron Jones!" the knight shouted.

Kyle had long since noticed the sound of horses' hooves, and had been on guard, and when he saw the familiar outfit of the forest knight, he immediately stepped forward.

The knight dismounted, whispering something in Kyle's ear.

Lucia looked at Kyle's look of bewilderment, and it was obvious that his gaze was glancing at her face.

Lucia couldn't take it anymore, and the little girl's hand shook, and the dagger fell to the ground, and she cried with her legs in her arms.

Along the way, Lucia never shouted bitterness or tiredness, and no matter how difficult it was, she never shed a single tear, which always made people forget that she was just a little girl who was only eleven years old.

Lucia's cry not only made Arthur panic, but finally found a clean place on his body, tore off a piece of cloth, and wanted to hand it over to wipe the girl's tears, but found that the small strip of cloth was stained by his own hands again.

Arthur rubbed his hands, threw away the strip of cloth, and did not dare touch Lucia, sat a little closer, and stared at her blankly.

Lucia is also a very strong girl, and not long after, after venting, she raised her head and saw Arthur in front of her.

Arthur showed an ugly smile in a panic, but he pulled at his own wound and couldn't help but crack his teeth.

Arthur's movements didn't make Lucia feel happy at all, the criss-crossing scars on his body made Lucia's nose sour again, and her heart hurt again, she couldn't help but turn her head, leaving Arthur alone scratching his head in embarrassment.

The deaths of the boys, girls, and robes grieved Kyle, but seeing what seemed to be a bud of a little love in the middle of the blood-soaked woodland made him smile slightly.

The strangeness of the man in black in front of Lucia could not escape Kyle's eyes, but there was no place in his mind to think about it, and the news that the forest knight had just brought back was too amazing.

After the battle with the man in black was over, before he had time to rest or grieve, there was a faint sound of horses' hooves in the distance. Kyle and Olsen resolutely broke up, and ordered Green to lead the group to transport the body of the robe on horseback, and march towards the edge of the Giant Wood Forest, where the knights of the Duke of Giant Forest would patrol.

Kyle and Olsen, scarred and determined to stop the enemy, were ready to die, but none of them came in pursuit.

No enemy forces appeared, and no friendly troops came to help.

The sound of horses' hooves that shook everyone away was as if it had never been seen before.

Now it looks like the sound of the horses' hooves should be to dispose of the corpses, Kyle thought.

I just didn't expect it to be so bloody and rebellious.

The knights shuttled through in teams, bringing medicines, food, and carrying the bodies of their companions.

There may still be some tears, some anger, and some sadness, but time has gradually slipped away, and the messy thoughts in the hearts of teenagers and girls are slowly fermenting.

It was already dark, and it was close to the Duke's road, and the knights who had explored the forest during the day had lit fires, far away, and guarded the weary and grieving people all night.

But that wasn't completely reassuring, Kyle told himself.

After all, the previous forest wolves, as well as the thugs in black short swords, also passed through several teams of elite warriors to reach him.

The mentors were undoubtedly the most exhausted in this tragedy.

With the knights guarding from afar, the mentors gradually became unable to support it, and the moment the moonlight disappeared into the clouds, Kyle gradually closed his eyes.

And in the dark, the girl who used to be dressed in water-green clothes no longer pretended to be asleep, and gradually moved.

The girl silently checked her equipment, without making a sound, and slowly carried the bags she had packed behind her while the morning was coming, and was about to get up.

"Lucia. A slender palm put its grip on Lucia's shoulders and grabbed her.

When the sun shone into the forest again the next day, all the knights were in a panic, and all the children were in a panic, because the two strips of cloth in the hands of the instructors were two strips of cloth full of handwriting.

Both strips of cloth were written in blood.

The first one is handwritten beautifully, but it is resolute, and a small handprint is pressed next to the name in the lower right corner.

The sins have been committed, and I cannot make amends for the people who died because of me, but since these people want to seize me and threaten my father, come at me! If I can come out of the Forest of Giant Trees alive, please let me pay homage to my dead companions again. Bring this note and the handprint to my father, and he will not embarrass anyone.

Lucia Moore Stewart

The handwriting on the second note is crooked, and it can be seen that it is written very seriously and solemnly, but it is still crooked, only one sentence.

If I don't make it out alive, please apologize to my father for me.

Arthur Harbour

"Silly girl, silly boy. Kyle angrily rubbed the strip of cloth in his hand.

Lucia and Arthur's location has been empty since some time, and even the knights who have been guarding the perimeter all night have not been able to find out.

Thoughtful and kind-hearted people will always choose to leave for the sake of others, even if the road will be lonely and difficult. When they leave, they feel that they are giving and doing good, but perhaps decades later, when they look back, they will look at it again.

Lucia somewhere in the Forest of Giant Trees thinks so, and Arthur next to her only thinks about Lucia, and only Dad, who feels sorry, but no matter what, the story of the people on the continent of Huron Yar begins at this moment.